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.)
Sincerity
In a world of lies
Only two things are sincere
Just love and murder
Only two things are sincere
Just love and murder
507 reads
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Bit Lip
Dark angel, kiss me
A sting lets the warmth flow
Scarlet saltiness
A sting lets the warmth flow
Scarlet saltiness
610 reads
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My Tattoo Palor
Welts and bruises
Scars are nature’s tattoo
No ink required
Scars are nature’s tattoo
No ink required
641 reads
1 Comment
My Lesson
In tight bound darkness
The book balances for hours
Till it hits the floor
The book balances for hours
Till it hits the floor
713 reads
2 Comments
Verona Graffiti
Goodbye Romeo
Tis my wicked Juliette
Sweet bloody kisses
Tis my wicked Juliette
Sweet bloody kisses
560 reads
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Cuddled Razor
Each cut liberates
Red truth always flows downward
My only friend
Red truth always flows downward
My only friend
627 reads
2 Comments
Painful Red Steps
The path to wisdom
Broken glass, barbed wire
Painful red steps
Broken glass, barbed wire
Painful red steps
580 reads
4 Comments
Wine and Candlelight
A night for romance
Some red wine and soft candles
You sip while I burn
Some red wine and soft candles
You sip while I burn
873 reads
4 Comments
Slaven Sacrifice
few grasp, many fear, and most misjudge (or even worse malign) one of the most ancient and thorniest of Life’s dualities: pain and pleasure, each cannot be understood without the other,
pain and pleasure never were antonyms, but two shades of the same color, as violet is to lavender, one darker and one lighter, one bolder and one softer, infinitely more alike than dissimilar, imperfect synonyms of subtle distinction, not mutually exclusive, ready for timely intercourse or substitution,
(so unlike the odious clichés of “black and white”, “wicked and good”, “wrong and right”, all...
pain and pleasure never were antonyms, but two shades of the same color, as violet is to lavender, one darker and one lighter, one bolder and one softer, infinitely more alike than dissimilar, imperfect synonyms of subtle distinction, not mutually exclusive, ready for timely intercourse or substitution,
(so unlike the odious clichés of “black and white”, “wicked and good”, “wrong and right”, all...
803 reads
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Captive Angel
1186 reads
4 Comments
Wolfen Dreams
Nightfall is the time you reemerge to reclaim your self
When moonlight unlocks what the sun jealously hides in shadow
Dark secrets at last unveiled with all their beautiful ugliness
Painful contradictions unresolved in splendid, naked authenticity
Your steps are sure and true, your vision deep and limitless
Piercing fog and darkness alike with laser clarity and a searing truth
That most terrifying thing now brings you both joy and serenity
Guiltless power and doubtless love are yours and yours alone
Your howls are not lonely,...
When moonlight unlocks what the sun jealously hides in shadow
Dark secrets at last unveiled with all their beautiful ugliness
Painful contradictions unresolved in splendid, naked authenticity
Your steps are sure and true, your vision deep and limitless
Piercing fog and darkness alike with laser clarity and a searing truth
That most terrifying thing now brings you both joy and serenity
Guiltless power and doubtless love are yours and yours alone
Your howls are not lonely,...
674 reads
2 Comments
My Front Row Seat
1190 reads
0 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by LeColonel