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)
In Alleys Choked and Stained with Taco Trucks – Sonnet Forty-Eight
In alleys choked and stained with taco trucks
And midnights glazed in corduroying runs
In west side bars burned clean in nips and tucks.
Extend from Venice Beach to Huntington.
Saint Monica remains in L.A's fire,
That flares the night in ever spreading heat,
That wavers in the weight of one desire,
That finds its heart in highway's every beat.
How tarnished love in every vanquished line,
In every shot from pan to selfie's twist,
How much they leave in every tear's define,
That streaks mascara's blur with wants' resist.
...
And midnights glazed in corduroying runs
In west side bars burned clean in nips and tucks.
Extend from Venice Beach to Huntington.
Saint Monica remains in L.A's fire,
That flares the night in ever spreading heat,
That wavers in the weight of one desire,
That finds its heart in highway's every beat.
How tarnished love in every vanquished line,
In every shot from pan to selfie's twist,
How much they leave in every tear's define,
That streaks mascara's blur with wants' resist.
...
#environment
#night
#sonnet
491 reads
3 Comments
“Go f**k Yourself, You f**king f**k” Performs – Sonnet Forty-Seven
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#parody
#satirical
#sonnet
430 reads
4 Comments
I Wonder What Can Thirty-Minutes Bring – Sonnet Forty-Six
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#sex
#funny
#sonnet
595 reads
2 Comments
O Swear Not by the Moon, Inconstant Moon – Sonnet Forty-Five
O swear not by the Moon, inconstant Moon,
Though in its black it might seem single light.
For in its bright remains the hidden room
That shadows stars and holds them from our sight.
For Moon shines brightly only in its dark,
Yet pales in skies with brighter circle filled,
So bullies in the nights the paler arcs,
The galaxies and constellations killed.
The Moon contends in envious dispute,
Aspires to Sun, for Sun light brightly brings
The rise of all, except the night’s repute,
That place of darkest Moon’s...
Though in its black it might seem single light.
For in its bright remains the hidden room
That shadows stars and holds them from our sight.
For Moon shines brightly only in its dark,
Yet pales in skies with brighter circle filled,
So bullies in the nights the paler arcs,
The galaxies and constellations killed.
The Moon contends in envious dispute,
Aspires to Sun, for Sun light brightly brings
The rise of all, except the night’s repute,
That place of darkest Moon’s...
#love
#moon
#faith #sonnet
#faith #sonnet
681 reads
1 Comment
I Marvel at Her Hiding Bandersnatch – Sonnet Forty-Four
I marvel at her hiding bandersnatch,
My vorpal sword's her marveling concern.
My dreams are full of hunt and final catch,
Her Jabberwock when gyre toves slithy turn.
Her borogoves, all gimble mimsy stood,
Long sought, her manxome wabe came, bur-bl-ing.
As I would whiffle in her tulgey wood,
“O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!” she’d sing.
But how galumphed her frumious Jabberwock,
When swift my vorpal blade went snicker-snack
With all her screams and Jubjub birding squawks,
Her chortled joy, in through and through...
My vorpal sword's her marveling concern.
My dreams are full of hunt and final catch,
Her Jabberwock when gyre toves slithy turn.
Her borogoves, all gimble mimsy stood,
Long sought, her manxome wabe came, bur-bl-ing.
As I would whiffle in her tulgey wood,
“O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!” she’d sing.
But how galumphed her frumious Jabberwock,
When swift my vorpal blade went snicker-snack
With all her screams and Jubjub birding squawks,
Her chortled joy, in through and through...
#funny
#sonnet
#sexy
450 reads
6 Comments
We Should be Basking in the Cool of What – Sonnet Forty-Three
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#happiness
#sex
#sonnet
491 reads
1 Comment
If You Come First, Just Clean Up While You Wait – Sonnet Forty-Two
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#funny
#sonnet
#WritersBlock
537 reads
0 Comments
I’m Slave to Fourteen Lines of Compromise – Sonnet Forty-One
In scars of undiscovered hate my time
Has found its clouded heart’s forever place.
Barb-wired in my too consistent rhyme,
My words constricted in this metered space.
A year of subtle sex in frilly skirts,
When what I need is gutter level fucks.
A year of twisted phrasings circle jerks,
When what I need is facial soaking plucks.
I know that poetry is shaded lines
Of words that never mean the things they say.
But how can measured words be so defined,
If no one’s taking measures anyway?
Like servant...
Has found its clouded heart’s forever place.
Barb-wired in my too consistent rhyme,
My words constricted in this metered space.
A year of subtle sex in frilly skirts,
When what I need is gutter level fucks.
A year of twisted phrasings circle jerks,
When what I need is facial soaking plucks.
I know that poetry is shaded lines
Of words that never mean the things they say.
But how can measured words be so defined,
If no one’s taking measures anyway?
Like servant...
#anger
#sonnet
#WritingPoetry
585 reads
3 Comments
rensaku - moonlight tiger
1
silver jungle moon
soft pads caress the night earth
golden eyes seeing
swift the lightning yellow flash
swifter still the kanji’s stroke
2
yellow candles burn
the sensei’s shodo in black lines
tiger’s smiling mask
a simple breath taken in
release universe expels
3
jade pandora’s box
brushes ink a table set
words form from fire smoke
at every turn careful steps
at every step careful words
4
silver jungle moon
soft thoughts caress darkened air ...
silver jungle moon
soft pads caress the night earth
golden eyes seeing
swift the lightning yellow flash
swifter still the kanji’s stroke
2
yellow candles burn
the sensei’s shodo in black lines
tiger’s smiling mask
a simple breath taken in
release universe expels
3
jade pandora’s box
brushes ink a table set
words form from fire smoke
at every turn careful steps
at every step careful words
4
silver jungle moon
soft thoughts caress darkened air ...
#love
#LifeAsAWriter
#tanka
753 reads
2 Comments
I’ve Yet to Find my Way to Take the Night – Sonnet Forty
I’ve yet to find my way to take the night
In solemn passage, guide my way to dawn,
For certain demons gauge my fear, delight,
And seek their passage in my ramble's on.
For deep within the darkness of my dreams,
The place reserved of only those who dare,
To bleed the sanctum of my thoughts’ redeem,
In letting blood, to taste the blackness there.
In gossamer of shimmered angel’s pass,
Occasioned in my deepest terror's sway,
How sweetest words in sweeter version cast,
Spreads light to bring me gentle into day.
...
In solemn passage, guide my way to dawn,
For certain demons gauge my fear, delight,
And seek their passage in my ramble's on.
For deep within the darkness of my dreams,
The place reserved of only those who dare,
To bleed the sanctum of my thoughts’ redeem,
In letting blood, to taste the blackness there.
In gossamer of shimmered angel’s pass,
Occasioned in my deepest terror's sway,
How sweetest words in sweeter version cast,
Spreads light to bring me gentle into day.
...
#night
#sonnet
#nightmares
527 reads
0 Comments
If Thirteen Gets you Forty, Take the Bet! - Sonnet Thirty-Nine
If thirteen gets you forty, take the bet!
‘Cause in this case, it’s damn-near a sure thing!
For centuries in deed these odds were set,
Though you will scream, “liberal posturing!
When “de facto” and “de jure” meet as one,
Oh wait, just let me dumb that down for you,
It means that both the facts and laws are spun
To make a crime of being the wrong hue.
I hear your hate in hater’s screams resist,
I would say that you can’t deny the facts,
But that’s precisely why the “crime” persists,
Because...
‘Cause in this case, it’s damn-near a sure thing!
For centuries in deed these odds were set,
Though you will scream, “liberal posturing!
When “de facto” and “de jure” meet as one,
Oh wait, just let me dumb that down for you,
It means that both the facts and laws are spun
To make a crime of being the wrong hue.
I hear your hate in hater’s screams resist,
I would say that you can’t deny the facts,
But that’s precisely why the “crime” persists,
Because...
#hate
#sonnet
#inequality
419 reads
4 Comments
I Love how Softest Touch can Rise in Peaks – Sonnet Thirty-Eight
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#sex
#erotic
#sonnet
492 reads
1 Comment
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