Submissions by JohnFeddeler
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My poems are blue collar; they work hard.
DARK POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2013 1:56am
23rd Apr 2013 1:56am
Estralita dances
she sat alone at a table in the smoky cantina. her eyes &
her tits flirted with all of us as we watched from the bar,
we seven fortune hunters.
but six weeks ago, we were twelve who set out for the hills.
we were sick with gold fever, & we would pillage & rape the
ground, the streams that would deny us of our treasure. the
merciless sun & heat beat us like a whipmaster, & five of
our legion perished under the strain. we buried them & prayed
words from Chulo’s ragged bible over their graves.
the nuggets we found were...
her tits flirted with all of us as we watched from the bar,
we seven fortune hunters.
but six weeks ago, we were twelve who set out for the hills.
we were sick with gold fever, & we would pillage & rape the
ground, the streams that would deny us of our treasure. the
merciless sun & heat beat us like a whipmaster, & five of
our legion perished under the strain. we buried them & prayed
words from Chulo’s ragged bible over their graves.
the nuggets we found were...
1077 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
20th Apr 2013 2:13am
20th Apr 2013 2:13am
blue ryder
I’m cautious of romance’s lure,
and dare not tarry where I’ve sinned.
my horse is saddled and champing to ride,
and I am restless as the wind.
lone Robin Hood, a thief of hearts,
I steal her kiss and stain her breast.
I curse the moon that shines in vain –
I follow the sun into the west.
orgasmic bliss I offered her
conceals my lack of integrity.
she knows adventure shouts my name!
and thru her tears, she spoke to me:
‘a road untraveled you will ride,
star-branded is the sky, and deep.
with poisoned lips, bid me farewell –...
and dare not tarry where I’ve sinned.
my horse is saddled and champing to ride,
and I am restless as the wind.
lone Robin Hood, a thief of hearts,
I steal her kiss and stain her breast.
I curse the moon that shines in vain –
I follow the sun into the west.
orgasmic bliss I offered her
conceals my lack of integrity.
she knows adventure shouts my name!
and thru her tears, she spoke to me:
‘a road untraveled you will ride,
star-branded is the sky, and deep.
with poisoned lips, bid me farewell –...
1120 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
19th Apr 2013 6:53am
19th Apr 2013 6:53am
Syndalee
sing, Syndalee, tenderly
songs of the meadow
wandering weepily
toward fallow tomorrow
sadly sings Syndalee
of reason and rhyme
singular, melancholy
thru the seasons of time
Syndalee’s passion
no storm could defer
if pain were to happen
it would happen to her
Syndalee, thundering
soft in the making
elixir of poison
and pills for the taking
girl-poem, Syndalee
unseen in the corner
sleepy, eternally
and no one to mourn her
songs of the meadow
wandering weepily
toward fallow tomorrow
sadly sings Syndalee
of reason and rhyme
singular, melancholy
thru the seasons of time
Syndalee’s passion
no storm could defer
if pain were to happen
it would happen to her
Syndalee, thundering
soft in the making
elixir of poison
and pills for the taking
girl-poem, Syndalee
unseen in the corner
sleepy, eternally
and no one to mourn her
1271 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
15th Apr 2013 4:38am
15th Apr 2013 4:38am
boulevard princess
this is what we were given”
“this is our heaven”
she heard that song every day. it was the song of the people
she lived among: the destitute & the lepers,
thieves & beggars & grave robbers.
she lived where the alleys are long & wide, where you had to
fight the rats for food. sometimes you just ate the rats. and
sometimes the rats ate you. it was a place where people died
every day, from disease & rot, and often by their own hand,
because the misery became too unbearable.
she learned how to steal & beg like...
“this is our heaven”
she heard that song every day. it was the song of the people
she lived among: the destitute & the lepers,
thieves & beggars & grave robbers.
she lived where the alleys are long & wide, where you had to
fight the rats for food. sometimes you just ate the rats. and
sometimes the rats ate you. it was a place where people died
every day, from disease & rot, and often by their own hand,
because the misery became too unbearable.
she learned how to steal & beg like...
967 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
13th Apr 2013 1:22am
13th Apr 2013 1:22am
she kills with kisses
a man can’t even have a drink in peace anymore, especially in an
unfriendly bar on a dangerous street. & they’re all dangerous. when
you go where the wind blows you, you end up in the wrong place at
the wrong time. I was content drinking my beer & drooling over the
legs of the blonde on the barstool. she looked at me like I was dirt,
but I was used to that.
a big guy came over to me, who must have been the official greeter,
‘cause he asked me who the fck I was. I said ‘who the fck wants to...
unfriendly bar on a dangerous street. & they’re all dangerous. when
you go where the wind blows you, you end up in the wrong place at
the wrong time. I was content drinking my beer & drooling over the
legs of the blonde on the barstool. she looked at me like I was dirt,
but I was used to that.
a big guy came over to me, who must have been the official greeter,
‘cause he asked me who the fck I was. I said ‘who the fck wants to...
1132 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
7th Apr 2013 11:20pm
7th Apr 2013 11:20pm
fell in love in a porn flick
1566 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
5th Apr 2013 6:28pm
5th Apr 2013 6:28pm
ride lonesome
fairy tales end, & there comes a time
when a poem is broken if it doesn’t rhyme
& the mystery of love is never what it seems.
so you pack up the truck with the last of your luck
& you ride. you ride lonesome, guided by a doubtful star
hungry & half-drunk on your own dreams.
there’s a mountain behind you, & the raindrops remind you
of the woman who cried when you kissed her goodbye
& the tears that are yet to be shed.
you could write a book with the punches you took
mistakes that were made & the vows left unpaid
but...
when a poem is broken if it doesn’t rhyme
& the mystery of love is never what it seems.
so you pack up the truck with the last of your luck
& you ride. you ride lonesome, guided by a doubtful star
hungry & half-drunk on your own dreams.
there’s a mountain behind you, & the raindrops remind you
of the woman who cried when you kissed her goodbye
& the tears that are yet to be shed.
you could write a book with the punches you took
mistakes that were made & the vows left unpaid
but...
1058 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2013 00:42am
3rd Apr 2013 00:42am
Outlaw Hearts ~ w/ Black Velvet Rose
i once thought i was alive, and somewhere deep
inside there was a little glimmer, a bright light.
now i sit in the pit of my sorrow, as the eternity of
nothingness bleeds from unforgiving eyes.
all of this guilt has built up, lingering in this borrowed heart,
my soulless fate you shape and mold within your hands.
i ask, beg for that which i will never receive, for forgiveness
to be released from this certain coming demise.
you lay your plans within the mirror, as you speak your lies,
this reflection has no voice, do you like what you hear in the...
inside there was a little glimmer, a bright light.
now i sit in the pit of my sorrow, as the eternity of
nothingness bleeds from unforgiving eyes.
all of this guilt has built up, lingering in this borrowed heart,
my soulless fate you shape and mold within your hands.
i ask, beg for that which i will never receive, for forgiveness
to be released from this certain coming demise.
you lay your plans within the mirror, as you speak your lies,
this reflection has no voice, do you like what you hear in the...
1137 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Apr 2013 1:06am
2nd Apr 2013 1:06am
Elvis & heartbreak
Graceland was never his true home.
he’s in the penthouse suite,
where the ghosts of the broken roam.
the crowds are thick on lonely street
marching in time to heartbreak’s beat.
my steel guitar sings a mournful sound
they judged me a killer
but the corpse wasn’t found.
released from the hollows of jailhouse rock
they welcome me here, on this lonely block.
my window is marked by the Tennessee rain
my soul bums a ride on a Memphis train.
my heart’s still chained to a long gone lover
so hold me, Elvis
...
he’s in the penthouse suite,
where the ghosts of the broken roam.
the crowds are thick on lonely street
marching in time to heartbreak’s beat.
my steel guitar sings a mournful sound
they judged me a killer
but the corpse wasn’t found.
released from the hollows of jailhouse rock
they welcome me here, on this lonely block.
my window is marked by the Tennessee rain
my soul bums a ride on a Memphis train.
my heart’s still chained to a long gone lover
so hold me, Elvis
...
1415 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
31st Mar 2013 10:02pm
31st Mar 2013 10:02pm
bus stop desperados ~ w/Black Velvet Rose
I saw her at the bus stop.
nice briefcase. she probably keeps a vibe in there,
takes it to the ladies room on coffee-break, a little
tingle to brighten her day.
yeah, I’m a dirty dog in my suit & tie disguise. I know
your secret, baby. under that DKNY lady-boss outfit,
you’re a good-time girl, free & easy.
how many hot rods have parked in that jasmine-scented
public garden of yours? one for every kiss-off from your
gypsy-red mouth, I’ll bet.
you’ve had some bullet trains squeeze into your perfect
caboose, baby, I can...
nice briefcase. she probably keeps a vibe in there,
takes it to the ladies room on coffee-break, a little
tingle to brighten her day.
yeah, I’m a dirty dog in my suit & tie disguise. I know
your secret, baby. under that DKNY lady-boss outfit,
you’re a good-time girl, free & easy.
how many hot rods have parked in that jasmine-scented
public garden of yours? one for every kiss-off from your
gypsy-red mouth, I’ll bet.
you’ve had some bullet trains squeeze into your perfect
caboose, baby, I can...
930 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
31st Mar 2013 2:16am
31st Mar 2013 2:16am
nerium love
Cry for me. with your big brown eyes.
you will love me when I’m here,
& long for me when I’m not.
better hide your heart, girl,
deceit is my calling card.
I’ll adore you as the world’s most beautiful woman,
she who stepped out of Pygmalion’s desire,
then rush out to the whores in the street,
while you dream in the red shadows.
I’ll steal the orchids that bloom in your ragdoll fantasies
& deposit your affection in the nearest dumpster.
in the market, they will call you mistress of misery,
indiscreet inamorata.
...
you will love me when I’m here,
& long for me when I’m not.
better hide your heart, girl,
deceit is my calling card.
I’ll adore you as the world’s most beautiful woman,
she who stepped out of Pygmalion’s desire,
then rush out to the whores in the street,
while you dream in the red shadows.
I’ll steal the orchids that bloom in your ragdoll fantasies
& deposit your affection in the nearest dumpster.
in the market, they will call you mistress of misery,
indiscreet inamorata.
...
1085 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
28th Mar 2013 9:17pm
28th Mar 2013 9:17pm
riding her
(inspired by ‘she being brand new,’ E E Cummings)
Edward said she’s new, very new (Virginal, you might say)
but she’s been properly tuned
and lovingly lubricated
we, being over-anxious, almost prematurely
flooded her engine
the stick shift is sticky, we misjudge
and jam it in (reverse)
she bucks like hell!
we regain our composure, slipping properly thru the gears,
low into 2nd, and, by the advantage of studly horsepower,
vigorously into high
cruising now down that divine highway,
we floor the gas pedal and she responds...
Edward said she’s new, very new (Virginal, you might say)
but she’s been properly tuned
and lovingly lubricated
we, being over-anxious, almost prematurely
flooded her engine
the stick shift is sticky, we misjudge
and jam it in (reverse)
she bucks like hell!
we regain our composure, slipping properly thru the gears,
low into 2nd, and, by the advantage of studly horsepower,
vigorously into high
cruising now down that divine highway,
we floor the gas pedal and she responds...
1017 reads
3 Comments
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