Submissions by JohnFeddeler
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My poems are blue collar; they work hard.
LOVE POEM
Published
7th Jun 2013 2:59am
7th Jun 2013 2:59am
tapfere Madchen
when I found her, I had no poem.
her eyes held questions & inquisitions,
theories & assumptions -
her eyes held epiphanies.
but not stars. there were no stars in her eyes.
into her ear, I chanted a sad song,
which did not alter her countenance.
the melody of the song,
and the message of the song,
drifted tepidly down her cheeks.
but not like tears. not at all like tears.
when she showed me her heart, there were
love-notes clinging, from distant lovers,
long gone away, the words not faded
but clear, so dear did she...
her eyes held questions & inquisitions,
theories & assumptions -
her eyes held epiphanies.
but not stars. there were no stars in her eyes.
into her ear, I chanted a sad song,
which did not alter her countenance.
the melody of the song,
and the message of the song,
drifted tepidly down her cheeks.
but not like tears. not at all like tears.
when she showed me her heart, there were
love-notes clinging, from distant lovers,
long gone away, the words not faded
but clear, so dear did she...
993 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Jun 2013 3:18am
3rd Jun 2013 3:18am
if i'm not home...
linger at my door
dear, as you pass
upon the sullen knob
of misty brass
attach a garland there,
of roses
and sprinkle it with Love ~
(this presupposes)
dear, as you pass
upon the sullen knob
of misty brass
attach a garland there,
of roses
and sprinkle it with Love ~
(this presupposes)
829 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st Jun 2013 1:22am
1st Jun 2013 1:22am
Ballet de Bolero
(Isabella y Constantine)
the ballerina wears
a crown made of tears
the dream of love is but
the sum of her fears
a soldier’s name in flames
is burned in her heart
the beating drums of war
that keeps them apart
there in the archway,
a wraith, shimmering
the bitter truth was in
the words he would sing:
I rode the crimson crest
of fate’s valentine
to touch your cheek and kiss
your lips, one more time
and now my soul is borne
aloft to the skies
but in our hearts we know
that love never dies…
the...
the ballerina wears
a crown made of tears
the dream of love is but
the sum of her fears
a soldier’s name in flames
is burned in her heart
the beating drums of war
that keeps them apart
there in the archway,
a wraith, shimmering
the bitter truth was in
the words he would sing:
I rode the crimson crest
of fate’s valentine
to touch your cheek and kiss
your lips, one more time
and now my soul is borne
aloft to the skies
but in our hearts we know
that love never dies…
the...
1201 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
26th May 2013 9:39pm
26th May 2013 9:39pm
rush away, angel
after six years in the French Foreign Legion, I’d had it. one night I put on
the civvies I had stashed, & I started walking. I wore thru two pairs of
boots before I’d walked far enough, & I would have run across the ocean
if possible. Jesus walked on water, but I didn’t have the pedigree for it, so
I wrangled an executive position on a tramp steamer. the pay wouldn’t
support a girl scout on a saliva diet, but it got me out of the Port of Bayonne.
six months later I was living in a dive in L.A. I hung out at a pink neon strip
joint, getting free...
the civvies I had stashed, & I started walking. I wore thru two pairs of
boots before I’d walked far enough, & I would have run across the ocean
if possible. Jesus walked on water, but I didn’t have the pedigree for it, so
I wrangled an executive position on a tramp steamer. the pay wouldn’t
support a girl scout on a saliva diet, but it got me out of the Port of Bayonne.
six months later I was living in a dive in L.A. I hung out at a pink neon strip
joint, getting free...
1210 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
25th May 2013 2:28am
25th May 2013 2:28am
bounty hunter
have you ever refused a bounty?
walked away when the risk was too great,
the reward not worthy.
in the breach of a wayward wind
you travelled a long hard road,
rode your patient steed until it was
sweated & weary, in need of
water & grooming.
the wide brim of your hat protects your eyes
& your reason from the desert sun’s fierce glare.
your longcoat is abused & ripped, repaired by
the hand of an expatriate mandarin’s daughter.
you deliver your captured prey, shackled & bloodied,
to the stark magistrates...
walked away when the risk was too great,
the reward not worthy.
in the breach of a wayward wind
you travelled a long hard road,
rode your patient steed until it was
sweated & weary, in need of
water & grooming.
the wide brim of your hat protects your eyes
& your reason from the desert sun’s fierce glare.
your longcoat is abused & ripped, repaired by
the hand of an expatriate mandarin’s daughter.
you deliver your captured prey, shackled & bloodied,
to the stark magistrates...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
22nd May 2013 9:40pm
22nd May 2013 9:40pm
Carnal Captive
a response to ‘Carnal Moon’ ~ BlackVelvetRose}
from my vantage point behind a gnarled tree, I gazed
upon a gaggle of naiads bathing in the lake. my plan
was quite basic for a satyr such as I: I would attack &
rape one, perhaps two, if I were quick enough.
suddenly, a shadow fell across me. I turned, & beheld a
human female, clad only in the rays of the moon, shockingly
stunning, as voluptuous as Venus herself. she approached me
without fear, close enough to drag her nails down my chest,
sharp yet tender. then she slapped my face...
from my vantage point behind a gnarled tree, I gazed
upon a gaggle of naiads bathing in the lake. my plan
was quite basic for a satyr such as I: I would attack &
rape one, perhaps two, if I were quick enough.
suddenly, a shadow fell across me. I turned, & beheld a
human female, clad only in the rays of the moon, shockingly
stunning, as voluptuous as Venus herself. she approached me
without fear, close enough to drag her nails down my chest,
sharp yet tender. then she slapped my face...
1541 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
20th May 2013 4:52am
20th May 2013 4:52am
she says
she says
hey, soldier, come in. long time no see.
put your rifle in the corner. take off
your helmet. I’ll help you with the rest.
she unbuttons my buttons, removes other restraints.
when I’m naked, she removes her robe.
she stands there naked, Magdalene skin,
all beautiful scars, simmering sin.
I sit on the bed. she crouches behind me, rubs my back.
she says I know what you like.
she licks my ear a little.
she bites my neck, not gently.
she glides off the bed, breasts brushing
my shoulder (cold fire).
my cock is hard...
hey, soldier, come in. long time no see.
put your rifle in the corner. take off
your helmet. I’ll help you with the rest.
she unbuttons my buttons, removes other restraints.
when I’m naked, she removes her robe.
she stands there naked, Magdalene skin,
all beautiful scars, simmering sin.
I sit on the bed. she crouches behind me, rubs my back.
she says I know what you like.
she licks my ear a little.
she bites my neck, not gently.
she glides off the bed, breasts brushing
my shoulder (cold fire).
my cock is hard...
1229 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
16th May 2013 3:40am
16th May 2013 3:40am
thunder & chrome
always in trouble, loner on the outside
with his rebel yell & his outlaw pride
the harley he rode on was thunder & chrome
the highways of hell were never his home
one night he spotted thick smoke in the air
an orphans’ home blazing, & no one else there
he ran thru the flames without self-regard
he knew death was easy, only livin was hard
he got 7 kids out, but 1 was still cryin
so he figured: hell, it’s a good night for dyin
the moan was a cat, exclaiming its fright
he tossed it out to the sheltering night
...
with his rebel yell & his outlaw pride
the harley he rode on was thunder & chrome
the highways of hell were never his home
one night he spotted thick smoke in the air
an orphans’ home blazing, & no one else there
he ran thru the flames without self-regard
he knew death was easy, only livin was hard
he got 7 kids out, but 1 was still cryin
so he figured: hell, it’s a good night for dyin
the moan was a cat, exclaiming its fright
he tossed it out to the sheltering night
...
1350 reads
6 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
12th May 2013 5:50pm
12th May 2013 5:50pm
Vegas haze
again the sultry memories rise, like a mirage out of the desert…
back in the day when you had to go to Vegas to gamble,
before there was a casino at every whistle-stop in these
Misguided States of America.
slot machines at the airport are mechanical temptresses. you
can go broke before you ever invade the casinos on the Strip.
when you walk down the street at night you see the hookers
lined up like gas station pumps. take your pick, Regular or Ethel.
5AM. eggs, sausage & coffee at Denny’s. Jehovah's witnesses
making the rounds. for...
back in the day when you had to go to Vegas to gamble,
before there was a casino at every whistle-stop in these
Misguided States of America.
slot machines at the airport are mechanical temptresses. you
can go broke before you ever invade the casinos on the Strip.
when you walk down the street at night you see the hookers
lined up like gas station pumps. take your pick, Regular or Ethel.
5AM. eggs, sausage & coffee at Denny’s. Jehovah's witnesses
making the rounds. for...
989 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
8th May 2013 1:40am
8th May 2013 1:40am
gun for hire
I’ll go anywhere & do anything if the price is right. and sometimes it don’t
have to be right. like with my new client.
it’s an old story: he just wanted his wife back. he talked about how beautiful
she was, how he couldn’t live without her. then he cried like a baby. maybe
that’s what hammered it home.
a commitment is supposed to mean something, especially when love is
involved. I never had anything like that, maybe that’s why I respected it.
the old Chevy, beat up as it was, got me to the address I was given. a man & a
woman came out of...
have to be right. like with my new client.
it’s an old story: he just wanted his wife back. he talked about how beautiful
she was, how he couldn’t live without her. then he cried like a baby. maybe
that’s what hammered it home.
a commitment is supposed to mean something, especially when love is
involved. I never had anything like that, maybe that’s why I respected it.
the old Chevy, beat up as it was, got me to the address I was given. a man & a
woman came out of...
1374 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
4th May 2013 3:12am
4th May 2013 3:12am
the art of mental cocksucking
2099 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
1st May 2013 7:08pm
1st May 2013 7:08pm
psyko doll
silver nitrate eyes
-photographic memory-
all plastic & virginal smiles
you are russian roulette & french kisses
a smoke ring above your head
becomes an ironic halo
gloss your lips
with the blood of a wounded lover
burn the evidence
& target another heart
hop(skotch) across a pattern
of squares chalked on the sidewalk
survivor of yesterday’s rain
land feather-light
on ‘love-me’ & ‘leave-me’
jump over the box that promises ‘faithful’
skip to ‘torture’ & ‘kill’
end the game with a...
-photographic memory-
all plastic & virginal smiles
you are russian roulette & french kisses
a smoke ring above your head
becomes an ironic halo
gloss your lips
with the blood of a wounded lover
burn the evidence
& target another heart
hop(skotch) across a pattern
of squares chalked on the sidewalk
survivor of yesterday’s rain
land feather-light
on ‘love-me’ & ‘leave-me’
jump over the box that promises ‘faithful’
skip to ‘torture’ & ‘kill’
end the game with a...
1069 reads
3 Comments
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