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.)
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Jun 2013 10:05am
2nd Jun 2013 10:05am
Homecoming
My Army wife
beloved partner
best friend
You stand beside me now
like you always have
since that day you fell
in love with your lieutenant
Throughout the decades
you have shared it all
Pinned on ranks
mess dress balls
sewn on patches
back porch haircuts
Quiet defeats
aching separations
joyous homecomings
and unseen wounds
All the while
my deep and whispered
wellspring of strength
always loving steadfast
never giving up on me
After these thirty years
of peace and war...
beloved partner
best friend
You stand beside me now
like you always have
since that day you fell
in love with your lieutenant
Throughout the decades
you have shared it all
Pinned on ranks
mess dress balls
sewn on patches
back porch haircuts
Quiet defeats
aching separations
joyous homecomings
and unseen wounds
All the while
my deep and whispered
wellspring of strength
always loving steadfast
never giving up on me
After these thirty years
of peace and war...
975 reads
18 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2013 4:20pm
23rd Apr 2013 4:20pm
Secret Lives of Poets
I’ve often wondered, you know
what they are really like
these elusive, reclusive versifiers
Too bad I can’t fire up the remote
go to the poetry channel
then watch the all telling documentary
So, I guess I’ll simply have to wonder
about the veiled rites and rituals
behind their literary enchantment
Do poets travel alone like noble, solitary bards
or gather in flocks, herds, or prides
and it’s covertly called “a reading of poets”
When it comes to mating is it
iambic pentameter foreplay
tickling punctuation
drawn ...
what they are really like
these elusive, reclusive versifiers
Too bad I can’t fire up the remote
go to the poetry channel
then watch the all telling documentary
So, I guess I’ll simply have to wonder
about the veiled rites and rituals
behind their literary enchantment
Do poets travel alone like noble, solitary bards
or gather in flocks, herds, or prides
and it’s covertly called “a reading of poets”
When it comes to mating is it
iambic pentameter foreplay
tickling punctuation
drawn ...
1022 reads
13 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Apr 2013 9:06pm
12th Apr 2013 9:06pm
Poetic Love
Your words fully enwrap and enfold
trickling down longing skin like lavender oil
overpowering, seducing head to toe then back
Though I want to resist, try to deny
I am lost, enchanted by each soulful line
hearing tickling whispers of love I shiver
Reason and logic try to explain, discount
but they are left bound and silenced
helplessly watching my backwards fall
Though we’re far away in miles and years
I see you clearly before teary love-struck eyes
impressionist watercolor… part real, part fantasy
Adrift in this swelling...
trickling down longing skin like lavender oil
overpowering, seducing head to toe then back
Though I want to resist, try to deny
I am lost, enchanted by each soulful line
hearing tickling whispers of love I shiver
Reason and logic try to explain, discount
but they are left bound and silenced
helplessly watching my backwards fall
Though we’re far away in miles and years
I see you clearly before teary love-struck eyes
impressionist watercolor… part real, part fantasy
Adrift in this swelling...
957 reads
7 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
5th Apr 2013 10:51am
5th Apr 2013 10:51am
Duo pour le Donjon (Dungeoned Duet)
913 reads
4 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
1st Apr 2013 1:50pm
1st Apr 2013 1:50pm
From the Inside Out
I sat with my eyes closed. Letting all of the sensations wash over me, I experienced them one by one. The first was an olfactory assault of fresh ground coffee causing me to breathe in deeply. In that moment I recalled every cup of java I’d ever drank as if they had all swirled into one. Even without the benefit of caffeine I was swept away into a focused, lucid state.
Next, I allowed myself to listen, really listen. Like an audio switch had been flipped, I suddenly heard the surrounding murmur of conversations all around me. A man close by was talking to himself and muttering...
Next, I allowed myself to listen, really listen. Like an audio switch had been flipped, I suddenly heard the surrounding murmur of conversations all around me. A man close by was talking to himself and muttering...
1083 reads
7 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Mar 2013 7:50pm
25th Mar 2013 7:50pm
Betrayal
It seems even God Himself could not forgive
plunging Iscariot into that inner most circle
confirming for all what Hamlet had to learn
the dearer the hand, the sharper the blade
Still, I should be of a thicker skin
to deflect or shatter such daggers
or at least not let them wound me so
as I writhe reeling backwards once again
Sadly, the greatest pain I now feel
is the wisdom that trust is fragile
like a sacred writing in stubby pencil
partially removed by a smudging eraser
It sits high on the wall as a...
plunging Iscariot into that inner most circle
confirming for all what Hamlet had to learn
the dearer the hand, the sharper the blade
Still, I should be of a thicker skin
to deflect or shatter such daggers
or at least not let them wound me so
as I writhe reeling backwards once again
Sadly, the greatest pain I now feel
is the wisdom that trust is fragile
like a sacred writing in stubby pencil
partially removed by a smudging eraser
It sits high on the wall as a...
839 reads
11 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
23rd Mar 2013 12:18pm
23rd Mar 2013 12:18pm
Narcissusylvania
I sprang up from bed bathed in a clammy, salted terror
panicked racing heart, soaked sheets
The nightmare was so real I had to talk to someone
so I ventured out into the darkness to Starbucks
Cuddling a venti dark roast, I looked about the coffee shoppe
but all of the chairs were fully occupied, save one
In the corner was a continental looking dude in white tie and tails
when our eyes met he motioned me over to join him at his table
"My name is ... Earl," he said with a thick South Jersey accent,...
panicked racing heart, soaked sheets
The nightmare was so real I had to talk to someone
so I ventured out into the darkness to Starbucks
Cuddling a venti dark roast, I looked about the coffee shoppe
but all of the chairs were fully occupied, save one
In the corner was a continental looking dude in white tie and tails
when our eyes met he motioned me over to join him at his table
"My name is ... Earl," he said with a thick South Jersey accent,...
793 reads
4 Comments
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