Submissions by Hepcat61 (geoff cat)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
los ojos no ven el pasado, pero van a revelarlo (the eyes don't see the past, but they will reveal it)
EROTIC POEM
Published
2nd Jul 2019 5:58am
2nd Jul 2019 5:58am
This Dawn, I Will not Mince my Words or Keep – Sonnet Fifty-Nine
This dawn, I will not mince my words or keep
My thoughts in my own counsel’s hold alone:
As in my heart, your love’s held ever deep,
I would your deeps my counsel’s hold enthrone.
With lips and tongue and fingers prep the way,
Its wetness glide, their places front and back.
Your moans, that stretching back and forth, convey
The nature of those deepnesses’ contact.
In every button’s press, both in and out,
We find, that like our love which know no depths,
My hard in you may know your deeps about
Which, in our comings, test...
My thoughts in my own counsel’s hold alone:
As in my heart, your love’s held ever deep,
I would your deeps my counsel’s hold enthrone.
With lips and tongue and fingers prep the way,
Its wetness glide, their places front and back.
Your moans, that stretching back and forth, convey
The nature of those deepnesses’ contact.
In every button’s press, both in and out,
We find, that like our love which know no depths,
My hard in you may know your deeps about
Which, in our comings, test...
#sex
#erotic
#sonnet
523 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
1st Jul 2019 6:51pm
1st Jul 2019 6:51pm
At 3 AM When Cross Town Traffic Dies – Sonnet Fifty-Eight
At 3 AM when cross town traffic dies
And silent thoughts begin their witches’ drone,
That slow parade of ghosts, I realize
Just how my life, like night, exists alone.
I never did quite get how people fit,
How my “real” seemed so easy to negate
In face of their never-ending bullshit,
The hard attacks they’d stage to my relates.
But my truth’s hold in fourteen, five bar lines,
And fuck them if they find my jokes unclear,
Like Auden’s quote on writes and farts inclines,
Read deeper mother-fucks and they’ll appear.
...
And silent thoughts begin their witches’ drone,
That slow parade of ghosts, I realize
Just how my life, like night, exists alone.
I never did quite get how people fit,
How my “real” seemed so easy to negate
In face of their never-ending bullshit,
The hard attacks they’d stage to my relates.
But my truth’s hold in fourteen, five bar lines,
And fuck them if they find my jokes unclear,
Like Auden’s quote on writes and farts inclines,
Read deeper mother-fucks and they’ll appear.
...
#dark
#sonnet
#despair
502 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
1st Jul 2019 6:10pm
1st Jul 2019 6:10pm
La Muerte del Poeta
(the death of the poet)
An Ode to Federico Garcia Lorca
The glints on mountains speak no words,
I beg that August sun not rise
The dust of broken trees and death.
The moon, odd shape of poet’s mouth,
Dark child, that sings his marching songs
And holds the wounds of passing light.
The sands, that held the gypsy dance,
Hold music of the coming dead,
A sleep remaining undisturbed.
Head bowed to crossed-winged vulture skies,
From vigil fields of brown stained earth,
I beg that August...
An Ode to Federico Garcia Lorca
The glints on mountains speak no words,
I beg that August sun not rise
The dust of broken trees and death.
The moon, odd shape of poet’s mouth,
Dark child, that sings his marching songs
And holds the wounds of passing light.
The sands, that held the gypsy dance,
Hold music of the coming dead,
A sleep remaining undisturbed.
Head bowed to crossed-winged vulture skies,
From vigil fields of brown stained earth,
I beg that August...
#LifeAsAWriter
586 reads
6 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
29th Jun 2019 3:59pm
29th Jun 2019 3:59pm
Of Column’s Dust in Broken Trees and Dead – Sonnet Fifty- Seven
Of columns’ dust in broken trees and dead,
That beg the coming August sun, not rise.
In eastern stripes of golden, purple, red,
That beg the crossed wing vultures no reprise.
Where gypsy camps once held the cook fires’ dance,
Now blood swept sands keep silent vigil night
That once beheld our childish heart’s romance,
Now hold the dying wounds of passing light.
The moon, an oddly shaped grey smile’s resolve,
Broke soft the music of the dead made true
The marching boots, the marching songs absolve
Tomorrow’s hope in...
That beg the coming August sun, not rise.
In eastern stripes of golden, purple, red,
That beg the crossed wing vultures no reprise.
Where gypsy camps once held the cook fires’ dance,
Now blood swept sands keep silent vigil night
That once beheld our childish heart’s romance,
Now hold the dying wounds of passing light.
The moon, an oddly shaped grey smile’s resolve,
Broke soft the music of the dead made true
The marching boots, the marching songs absolve
Tomorrow’s hope in...
#war
#death
#sonnet
402 reads
0 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
28th Jun 2019 2:47pm
28th Jun 2019 2:47pm
Consider if You Will the Perfumed Scents – Sonnet Fifty-Six
#erotic
#sonnet
#sensual
563 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
25th Jun 2019 2:26pm
25th Jun 2019 2:26pm
Sustain this Moment of our Holy Touch – Sonnet Fifty-Five
Sustain this moment of our holy touch,
My fingers genuflect to find your breath,
The curve, the catch, relief-resisting clutch,
That laves my palm and graces my thumb’s press.
As you, yourself, slow mete’ing in your clasp,
The ridges run, the smoothing strength you find,
You cover from your self-same fount, your grasp,
To bless that slickened sacred stroke’s define.
We linger in communion bodies’ prayer,
A sacrament of holy scents and sound,
We raise our face, our godly worship there,
As tongues receive our sacred hosts’...
My fingers genuflect to find your breath,
The curve, the catch, relief-resisting clutch,
That laves my palm and graces my thumb’s press.
As you, yourself, slow mete’ing in your clasp,
The ridges run, the smoothing strength you find,
You cover from your self-same fount, your grasp,
To bless that slickened sacred stroke’s define.
We linger in communion bodies’ prayer,
A sacrament of holy scents and sound,
We raise our face, our godly worship there,
As tongues receive our sacred hosts’...
#spiritual
#sonnet
#sensual
513 reads
2 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
24th Jun 2019 3:17pm
24th Jun 2019 3:17pm
Unspoken Words of Ill-Considered Fate – Sonnet Fifty-Four
Unspoken words of ill-considered fate,
That wrap my days in languid motions flex,
And seal my nights in dreamscapes sane-less weight,
That bring to bear the lies of life and sex.
In vilified expanse of words dispelled
That everything of me is alien.
Superior, their verbal lashings quelled,
I still remain in darkness, radiant.
They think I am as they would have me be,
Those who have cursed my kind never knowing
That right before their eyes their monster bleeds,
And feeds on blood with every curse flowing,
Fear not...
That wrap my days in languid motions flex,
And seal my nights in dreamscapes sane-less weight,
That bring to bear the lies of life and sex.
In vilified expanse of words dispelled
That everything of me is alien.
Superior, their verbal lashings quelled,
I still remain in darkness, radiant.
They think I am as they would have me be,
Those who have cursed my kind never knowing
That right before their eyes their monster bleeds,
And feeds on blood with every curse flowing,
Fear not...
#love
#hate
#relationships #sonnet
#relationships #sonnet
408 reads
EROTIC POEM
Published
23rd Jun 2019 3:43pm
23rd Jun 2019 3:43pm
Let this Day’s God Consider Me Its Sport – Sonnet Fifty-Three
Let this day’s God consider me its sport,
And bandy like a cat, it would, its mouse.
Today, I will consider my exhort,
And you the keeper of its waters’ house.
Your simple phrase that raise in me, instill,
That opens to my simple touch, a well,
From rivulets and springs, unseen, find fill,
And spills to baptize every breath and cell.
The wonderous indoctrine, pleasure’s weep,
To heaven spread, on knees, or prostrate spent,
Like Lourdes, the bless’ed waters, healing keep
Erect those bent by living’s unrelent. ...
And bandy like a cat, it would, its mouse.
Today, I will consider my exhort,
And you the keeper of its waters’ house.
Your simple phrase that raise in me, instill,
That opens to my simple touch, a well,
From rivulets and springs, unseen, find fill,
And spills to baptize every breath and cell.
The wonderous indoctrine, pleasure’s weep,
To heaven spread, on knees, or prostrate spent,
Like Lourdes, the bless’ed waters, healing keep
Erect those bent by living’s unrelent. ...
#women
#sex
#spiritual #sonnet
#spiritual #sonnet
453 reads
0 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2019 2:43pm
22nd Jun 2019 2:43pm
In Killing Plains, like Angels Catching Fire – Sonnet Fifty-Two
In killing plains, like angels catching fire,
I rode the night like charters from Berlin.
Like hope behind the iron gates’ conspire
In borders held, in Polish camps within.
Die neuen Juden in diaspora
Now flee the fiery angel’s deadly spell.
Our evening news expels their plethora,
Go home, you scum, and damn you all to hell.
We begged their huddled mass, upon a time,
To cheaply come and cheaper work and die,
In ghetto slums. Now make these dreams a crime,
Detain, detain, detain, Arbeit Macht Frei!
To boil a frog,...
I rode the night like charters from Berlin.
Like hope behind the iron gates’ conspire
In borders held, in Polish camps within.
Die neuen Juden in diaspora
Now flee the fiery angel’s deadly spell.
Our evening news expels their plethora,
Go home, you scum, and damn you all to hell.
We begged their huddled mass, upon a time,
To cheaply come and cheaper work and die,
In ghetto slums. Now make these dreams a crime,
Detain, detain, detain, Arbeit Macht Frei!
To boil a frog,...
#corruption
#politics
#sonnet
428 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2019 2:39pm
22nd Jun 2019 2:39pm
In Paths that Once Diverged but Now Remain – Sonnet Fifty-One
In paths that once diverged but now remain
As only thoughts that haunt like ghastly wood,
The simple choice no simple way contains,
Less traveled simply means less understood.
And all the differences perhaps equate
To nothing more than sanity’s abridge.
For what right minded fool would wordly wait
For poet’s Epitaph like Coleridge.
How frosty nights now seem to disappoint,
That held that promise of a different road.
Electric body, witty man’s anoint,
Electric blather, nightly slam’s unload.
Like Wally’s...
As only thoughts that haunt like ghastly wood,
The simple choice no simple way contains,
Less traveled simply means less understood.
And all the differences perhaps equate
To nothing more than sanity’s abridge.
For what right minded fool would wordly wait
For poet’s Epitaph like Coleridge.
How frosty nights now seem to disappoint,
That held that promise of a different road.
Electric body, witty man’s anoint,
Electric blather, nightly slam’s unload.
Like Wally’s...
#sonnet
#WritingPoetry
411 reads
3 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
21st Jun 2019 3:32pm
21st Jun 2019 3:32pm
If Wisdom’s Righteous Wrath Contained The Words – Sonnet Fifty
If Wisdom’s righteous wrath contained the words,
The thunder bolts and lightning strikes of Will,
If Courage reigned instead the Politics
Of sheepish herds in hate-filled words held still,
Would we have found ourselves upon this ledge?
Would we, who once held dear our freedom’s right,
Stand impotent in face of conman’s pledge,
Of “Great Again,” each act our greatness blights.
How long will lies disguised and blamed as true,
Or truth disguised as lies, as fake believed,
Confuse the facts, our single greatness knew
When We the...
The thunder bolts and lightning strikes of Will,
If Courage reigned instead the Politics
Of sheepish herds in hate-filled words held still,
Would we have found ourselves upon this ledge?
Would we, who once held dear our freedom’s right,
Stand impotent in face of conman’s pledge,
Of “Great Again,” each act our greatness blights.
How long will lies disguised and blamed as true,
Or truth disguised as lies, as fake believed,
Confuse the facts, our single greatness knew
When We the...
#politics
#sonnet
#prison
543 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
20th Jun 2019 6:50pm
20th Jun 2019 6:50pm
Young Hipster Boys and Hipster Girls Lay Down – Sonnet Forty-Nine
#parody
#funny
#sonnet
481 reads
4 Comments
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