Submissions by JohnFeddeler
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My poems are blue collar; they work hard.
EROTIC POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2013 00:40am
23rd Jan 2013 00:40am
anisette shots & a hooker
it's late. the bar's gettin ready to close. the last business suit stumbles
out the door, after arguing with a girl that he a was annoying. she comes
over to me,says got a light? I pick up matches from the bar, fire up her
virginia slim. I'm in town lookin into a business deal that didn't pan out.
she's got dark hair, but kind of an Ann Sheridan look to her. I look at the
bottle she's holding: Colony Grace Anisette.
I ask, does she want to come to my hotel with me. she says what I expected
her to say: I don't come cheap. I say...
out the door, after arguing with a girl that he a was annoying. she comes
over to me,says got a light? I pick up matches from the bar, fire up her
virginia slim. I'm in town lookin into a business deal that didn't pan out.
she's got dark hair, but kind of an Ann Sheridan look to her. I look at the
bottle she's holding: Colony Grace Anisette.
I ask, does she want to come to my hotel with me. she says what I expected
her to say: I don't come cheap. I say...
1421 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
20th Jan 2013 9:58pm
20th Jan 2013 9:58pm
sinful desire
these visions pervade the sanctum of my lecherous
thoughts, so that I must reveal them in the blackest
ink on the whites page, to quell the storm of temptation...
they emerge in Spring, in diaphanous clothing, to be
caressed by the warmth of a blossoming summer sun.
they gambol & dart like faeries, blithe spirits of Shelley's
poem, but fleshed with the form of a not-quite woman,
these fragile wonders who have breathed the air for just
over seventeen years, but a span yet from nineteen
(just legally beyond...
thoughts, so that I must reveal them in the blackest
ink on the whites page, to quell the storm of temptation...
they emerge in Spring, in diaphanous clothing, to be
caressed by the warmth of a blossoming summer sun.
they gambol & dart like faeries, blithe spirits of Shelley's
poem, but fleshed with the form of a not-quite woman,
these fragile wonders who have breathed the air for just
over seventeen years, but a span yet from nineteen
(just legally beyond...
1611 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
19th Jan 2013 11:51pm
19th Jan 2013 11:51pm
phantasy dancer
she moves naked onto the stage,
slow, seductive, a somnolent cat.
the gray shades of this temple reveal
only one color: her red Rita Hayworth hair.
the drum-noise of Night Train, tempestuous tempo,
high decibel, conquers the room, and claims the
back rooms where the other dancers wait,
sniff, shoot up, impale themselves...
to escape their sordid reality.
insistent speakers vibrate, the naked girl writhes,
her fingers tangled in her hair.
hips gyrate, to the left, to the right, hypnotic,
demanding,...
slow, seductive, a somnolent cat.
the gray shades of this temple reveal
only one color: her red Rita Hayworth hair.
the drum-noise of Night Train, tempestuous tempo,
high decibel, conquers the room, and claims the
back rooms where the other dancers wait,
sniff, shoot up, impale themselves...
to escape their sordid reality.
insistent speakers vibrate, the naked girl writhes,
her fingers tangled in her hair.
hips gyrate, to the left, to the right, hypnotic,
demanding,...
1235 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
19th Jan 2013 1:44am
19th Jan 2013 1:44am
Lesbian Sex
the enchanting vision of two naked women
mesmerizes me, their glowing bodies remaining
baby powder dry, utterly free of the glisten of sweat,
as they engage in their tender choreography.
they touch & smile & kiss, these ombres of
ethereal elegance, and cavort playfully, until it
ascends to an angrier state, whereby they begin
gnawing at each other's tenderest flesh, like
pre-civil creatures absent of propriety.
voyeur of lascivious angels on satin,
I fall into the pit of their spectacle,...
mesmerizes me, their glowing bodies remaining
baby powder dry, utterly free of the glisten of sweat,
as they engage in their tender choreography.
they touch & smile & kiss, these ombres of
ethereal elegance, and cavort playfully, until it
ascends to an angrier state, whereby they begin
gnawing at each other's tenderest flesh, like
pre-civil creatures absent of propriety.
voyeur of lascivious angels on satin,
I fall into the pit of their spectacle,...
6568 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
18th Jan 2013 2:17am
18th Jan 2013 2:17am
f**k me with poetry
i am lost in my art. in this poetic wilderness where time & society do not exist. the coward of me would do poorly at suffering slings & arrows, so i hide in my igloo armored with cusioned walls, away from the indians, with my pen the only divining rod that keeps me afloat, & all of the ocean's surface to write upon. up the quivering horizon, & further upward, & across the sky perched on my back like michelangelo in the chapel, until god spits in my face in his disgust. poems & dreams & miscalculations & roadblocks, periods & parens & the dot dot dot...
1967 reads
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