Submissions by LeColonel
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Warrior-poet on a quest for authenticity. What you see is what you get (except for what remains unseen - some of that percolates to the surface through my poetry.)
Love's Tundra
Oh how far we have traveled you and me
rambling deserts and sacred mountain peaks
We relished each entwining so playfully
tracing satin kisses on trembling cheeks
Those early days brimmed sweet with such passion
my only need to bask in your touch
We wore our love like the latest fashion
never imagining we’d lose so much
But alas seasons began to tarnish
we took the gift of Eros for granted
Complacency built up like old varnish
with all romance withered or supplanted
Across this wasteland I see you shiver
while mute I ache for rhymes to...
rambling deserts and sacred mountain peaks
We relished each entwining so playfully
tracing satin kisses on trembling cheeks
Those early days brimmed sweet with such passion
my only need to bask in your touch
We wore our love like the latest fashion
never imagining we’d lose so much
But alas seasons began to tarnish
we took the gift of Eros for granted
Complacency built up like old varnish
with all romance withered or supplanted
Across this wasteland I see you shiver
while mute I ache for rhymes to...
810 reads
5 Comments
Ode to Ulysses
Care not what they do nor heed what they say
Defy with all your strength the puppet strings
Let them never force you to kneel or sway
With each step along the path this new day
resist always the mockingbird who sings
Care not what they do nor heed what they say
Ignore the debtor for each debt you pay
but listen closely as your own truth rings
Let them never force you to kneel or sway
Look away from the noosed rope’s fray
the lone hanged man as he so brusquely swings
Care not what they do nor heed what they say
Forgo the idols...
Defy with all your strength the puppet strings
Let them never force you to kneel or sway
With each step along the path this new day
resist always the mockingbird who sings
Care not what they do nor heed what they say
Ignore the debtor for each debt you pay
but listen closely as your own truth rings
Let them never force you to kneel or sway
Look away from the noosed rope’s fray
the lone hanged man as he so brusquely swings
Care not what they do nor heed what they say
Forgo the idols...
812 reads
2 Comments
Luna
Lying still
netted
in my hammock
I gaze
upward
While above
she bathes
the night
in silvery
blue
promises
Gravitating
muse
who commands
the seas
are you
empty
Have the
countless
fools and
romantics
mined you
desolate
so there is
nothing
left
for me
but
this chasm
Silent
she leaves me
dangling
a poet
naked and
disarmed
desperate
for one
kiss
breath
word
netted
in my hammock
I gaze
upward
While above
she bathes
the night
in silvery
blue
promises
Gravitating
muse
who commands
the seas
are you
empty
Have the
countless
fools and
romantics
mined you
desolate
so there is
nothing
left
for me
but
this chasm
Silent
she leaves me
dangling
a poet
naked and
disarmed
desperate
for one
kiss
breath
word
745 reads
4 Comments
September
Golden rays mute
in denim skies
as a whispered coolness
sickles the air
In front of
Wal-Mart
beach chairs and
gas grills
huddle together
like trembling refugees
While everywhere
wary children
in pretty, shiny clothes
assemble
on street corners
hugging uncracked books
For you see
bold and noble
August
has fallen
torn and toppled
His page
sea-sawing
downward
to join its
discarded siblings
on the stony floor
Feeling again ...
in denim skies
as a whispered coolness
sickles the air
In front of
Wal-Mart
beach chairs and
gas grills
huddle together
like trembling refugees
While everywhere
wary children
in pretty, shiny clothes
assemble
on street corners
hugging uncracked books
For you see
bold and noble
August
has fallen
torn and toppled
His page
sea-sawing
downward
to join its
discarded siblings
on the stony floor
Feeling again ...
859 reads
14 Comments
Denim
Both soft and
rough,
tender and
strong
Complex as
cotton
dyed with
wisdom
worn but
well worn
Her denim
fits her
tight yet loose
like a glove
rubbing her
in all
the right
places
making her
tingle
Maybe
that's why
she wears
me ... out
rough,
tender and
strong
Complex as
cotton
dyed with
wisdom
worn but
well worn
Her denim
fits her
tight yet loose
like a glove
rubbing her
in all
the right
places
making her
tingle
Maybe
that's why
she wears
me ... out
844 reads
8 Comments
Sombernay Grey
Dreary concrete weighs
heavily upon the sky
pressing everything
into drizzling melancholy wine
I sip its sorry vintage
never a good year
salty chilled misery
drenching my soul in
greyness
Funny how it works
this tragic magic
eclipsing all hope
of bright summer days
Catapulting me upended
into heaving waves of
sorrow
allowing me neither
to swim nor drown
So, here I mope
at my streaked pane ...
heavily upon the sky
pressing everything
into drizzling melancholy wine
I sip its sorry vintage
never a good year
salty chilled misery
drenching my soul in
greyness
Funny how it works
this tragic magic
eclipsing all hope
of bright summer days
Catapulting me upended
into heaving waves of
sorrow
allowing me neither
to swim nor drown
So, here I mope
at my streaked pane ...
834 reads
7 Comments
Claiming Beauty

1508 reads
9 Comments
Audition

1578 reads
10 Comments
Power Lunch

1401 reads
14 Comments
Lesson One

1404 reads
11 Comments
Kody

1193 reads
2 Comments
Pop the Dandelion

1327 reads
13 Comments
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