Submissions by JohnFeddeler
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My poems are blue collar; they work hard.
EROTIC POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2013 11:28pm
23rd Feb 2013 11:28pm
only the whores will mourn me
don’t bring me the face of innocence
purity & pigtails
needing a light kiss & tender caress
if your face is bold in my gaze
I will slap it
your hair in the gauntlet of my grip
your mascara’d tears will run like
black liquid sorrow
pooling as honey on your lips
the fire in my eyes will
prophesize your demise
in my chamber, there are no doors, no windows
strip away your denim & lace
my Jezebel remains naked
my chains & your pain will define you
faithless & fallen woman, sprawl on my bed...
purity & pigtails
needing a light kiss & tender caress
if your face is bold in my gaze
I will slap it
your hair in the gauntlet of my grip
your mascara’d tears will run like
black liquid sorrow
pooling as honey on your lips
the fire in my eyes will
prophesize your demise
in my chamber, there are no doors, no windows
strip away your denim & lace
my Jezebel remains naked
my chains & your pain will define you
faithless & fallen woman, sprawl on my bed...
1530 reads
11 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2013 8:42pm
22nd Feb 2013 8:42pm
heart of darkness
hideously un-beautiful, I stalk the night.
duplicitous monster, who by day composes love poems that
invade the unsheltered hearts of spinsters living their amorous
desires vicariously thru my delicate sonnets.
my house is dark & dolorous: house of no mirrors, that long
ago shattered as my reflection itself died in the terrible presence
of my scarred masque.
lurking in the shadows of a deserted street, I hear the clicking of
her heels as she approaches, returning from her encounters with
men. she has taken their gold & burning...
duplicitous monster, who by day composes love poems that
invade the unsheltered hearts of spinsters living their amorous
desires vicariously thru my delicate sonnets.
my house is dark & dolorous: house of no mirrors, that long
ago shattered as my reflection itself died in the terrible presence
of my scarred masque.
lurking in the shadows of a deserted street, I hear the clicking of
her heels as she approaches, returning from her encounters with
men. she has taken their gold & burning...
1105 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
21st Feb 2013 10:42pm
21st Feb 2013 10:42pm
Emily, gone: memorial
faded sepia
the ancient photograph
cracked. history of ghosts
memories age, where time is caught
write your dream on the wind
life and death embrace
almost pretty, in an amber square
someone’s sweetheart.
someone’s victim
tender girl, and youthful
she sleeps with angels.
youthful still
in the broken part of the day,
it rained for you.
at least it rained
the ancient photograph
cracked. history of ghosts
memories age, where time is caught
write your dream on the wind
life and death embrace
almost pretty, in an amber square
someone’s sweetheart.
someone’s victim
tender girl, and youthful
she sleeps with angels.
youthful still
in the broken part of the day,
it rained for you.
at least it rained
1107 reads
5 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
19th Feb 2013 00:31am
19th Feb 2013 00:31am
Degenerates in Love
are we so very much alike that we can know
each other’s sins without confessing them?
will you follow me to a place of no light,
where pain is worshipped like a golden cross,
and a bleeding, nameless thing howls at the moon –
when I want to observe stained beauty,
marked with the prints of vanished lovers,
a scarlet mouth for pleading, eyes leaving tears
as tokens of gratitude…
when I want this for no earthly reason
but that I want it at that moment,
will you remove your robe
and stand before me naked –
when I need...
each other’s sins without confessing them?
will you follow me to a place of no light,
where pain is worshipped like a golden cross,
and a bleeding, nameless thing howls at the moon –
when I want to observe stained beauty,
marked with the prints of vanished lovers,
a scarlet mouth for pleading, eyes leaving tears
as tokens of gratitude…
when I want this for no earthly reason
but that I want it at that moment,
will you remove your robe
and stand before me naked –
when I need...
1139 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
16th Feb 2013 4:57am
16th Feb 2013 4:57am
inventor of wife-beating
you never drink with me. you sit there & watch, as I suck back shot
after shot of this rotgut whiskey, at this old splintered table in this
dim kitchen with no windows you can’t even breathe in here!
but when I jerk my head up, you look down at your hands in your lap.
who are you? are you Stella, who always depended on the kindness
of strangers? there ain’t no strangers to help you baby. & if I ain’t
Brando, I’m his fuckin dead brother…
I’d throw my whiskey in your face, but it’s too good to waste on a
whore like you....
after shot of this rotgut whiskey, at this old splintered table in this
dim kitchen with no windows you can’t even breathe in here!
but when I jerk my head up, you look down at your hands in your lap.
who are you? are you Stella, who always depended on the kindness
of strangers? there ain’t no strangers to help you baby. & if I ain’t
Brando, I’m his fuckin dead brother…
I’d throw my whiskey in your face, but it’s too good to waste on a
whore like you....
1138 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
9th Feb 2013 00:36am
9th Feb 2013 00:36am
savage mistral
the winds of change are steady and unavoidable.
those winds blew across me when we met,
twisted me into a captivated provider, deaf and
dumb, and blind to the veil of deception that
surrounds your heart.
I was the light at the end of the tunnel.
you turned off the light, and barricaded the entrance
with bricks made of lies, mortar marbled with venom.
I wanted to be the song in your head.
you fired the band and flushed the sheet music.
the allure of occasional sex kept me in chains,
prisoner of my own sin.
but at last those cold...
those winds blew across me when we met,
twisted me into a captivated provider, deaf and
dumb, and blind to the veil of deception that
surrounds your heart.
I was the light at the end of the tunnel.
you turned off the light, and barricaded the entrance
with bricks made of lies, mortar marbled with venom.
I wanted to be the song in your head.
you fired the band and flushed the sheet music.
the allure of occasional sex kept me in chains,
prisoner of my own sin.
but at last those cold...
1219 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2013 4:33pm
3rd Feb 2013 4:33pm
red nails
she has red nails
she drags them like scythes across my back
in the gales of our human storm
we hurry songs of the present, when the future is bleak
I don’t speak. my body invokes its own foreign language
she translates, and discovers a fiery star in obsidian carnage
with her red red mouth, she preaches that pain is pleasure.
the bites she bestows upon my shoulders are the blessings
of lecherous gods, fashioning bliss from rose-thorns, prescribing
sexual abandon as the cure for mediocrity ...
she drags them like scythes across my back
in the gales of our human storm
we hurry songs of the present, when the future is bleak
I don’t speak. my body invokes its own foreign language
she translates, and discovers a fiery star in obsidian carnage
with her red red mouth, she preaches that pain is pleasure.
the bites she bestows upon my shoulders are the blessings
of lecherous gods, fashioning bliss from rose-thorns, prescribing
sexual abandon as the cure for mediocrity ...
1222 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
26th Jan 2013 5:40pm
26th Jan 2013 5:40pm
*** Desert Rose ***
a single rose on a rosebush, in this barren land
what keeps you alive?
strength of will, a guardian angel, & love’s own dream
for which you survive.
the rain won’t come, & the sun will beat you
are you trembling?
the stars at night, their softening light, a small delight
the dark winds bring.
this song becomes a silent sadness, not the fairy tale
that it may seem.
the desert rose weeps all alone, & the dream of love
is only a dream…
what keeps you alive?
strength of will, a guardian angel, & love’s own dream
for which you survive.
the rain won’t come, & the sun will beat you
are you trembling?
the stars at night, their softening light, a small delight
the dark winds bring.
this song becomes a silent sadness, not the fairy tale
that it may seem.
the desert rose weeps all alone, & the dream of love
is only a dream…
1342 reads
4 Comments
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