Submissions by LobodeSanPedro
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Dec 2015 10:59am
10th Dec 2015 10:59am
Langston speaks on Michaela DePrince: the devil's child
Song for a Dark Girl
Way Down South in Dixie
(Break the heart of me)
They hung my black young lover
To a cross roads tree.
Way Down South in Dixie
(Bruised body high in air)
I asked the white Lord Jesus
What was the use of prayer.
Way Down South in Dixie
(Break the heart of me)
Love is a naked shadow
On a gnarled and naked tree.
by Langston Hughes
Langston speaks of Michaela DePrince: the devil's child
The peal of Kids Who Die
resonates in the crescendo of
a...
Way Down South in Dixie
(Break the heart of me)
They hung my black young lover
To a cross roads tree.
Way Down South in Dixie
(Bruised body high in air)
I asked the white Lord Jesus
What was the use of prayer.
Way Down South in Dixie
(Break the heart of me)
Love is a naked shadow
On a gnarled and naked tree.
by Langston Hughes
Langston speaks of Michaela DePrince: the devil's child
The peal of Kids Who Die
resonates in the crescendo of
a...
1455 reads
15 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Dec 2015 2:48am
9th Dec 2015 2:48am
...
looming asteroids
flying dragons soar within
open a child's mind
Photo: Taken by myself at the American Museum of Natural History; subject: the annual origami Christmas tree.
flying dragons soar within
open a child's mind
Photo: Taken by myself at the American Museum of Natural History; subject: the annual origami Christmas tree.
1120 reads
12 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Dec 2015 11:53pm
7th Dec 2015 11:53pm
71 Reasons the world sucks!
999 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Dec 2015 11:35pm
7th Dec 2015 11:35pm
An open love letter to my new Facebook Friends
1023 reads
8 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
22nd Nov 2015 9:11pm
22nd Nov 2015 9:11pm
I don't belong to you
I don't belong to you
You always seem to want me
And just take me at the most ungodly hours
I'm the mistress you need to make sense of the world
You spread me open
Forcing your face deep within
I ride the bridge of your nose
And wrap myself dutifully around your sentinels gauging the waves as your temple pulses with each discovery of the unexplored yet familiar
You find shelter and comfort in my arms
because what others hear as the ramblings and mutterings of a crazy man
is a passion filled symphony between...
You always seem to want me
And just take me at the most ungodly hours
I'm the mistress you need to make sense of the world
You spread me open
Forcing your face deep within
I ride the bridge of your nose
And wrap myself dutifully around your sentinels gauging the waves as your temple pulses with each discovery of the unexplored yet familiar
You find shelter and comfort in my arms
because what others hear as the ramblings and mutterings of a crazy man
is a passion filled symphony between...
1847 reads
27 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
21st Nov 2015 12:42pm
21st Nov 2015 12:42pm
...
..
humility lost
dead anger resurrected
wet crucifixion
humility lost
dead anger resurrected
wet crucifixion
864 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Nov 2015 12:22pm
21st Nov 2015 12:22pm
...
eye] lashes break dawn
draped in grey for this mourning
mute shivering sun
draped in grey for this mourning
mute shivering sun
934 reads
10 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Nov 2015 00:33am
21st Nov 2015 00:33am
... in charge ...
I have the book with the answers, guess
that makes me in charge
Saturday
she pushes too hard
elms stripped of divinity
if i fall i'll die
Sunday
they said - No - to war
they bleed our hypocrisy
death trumps conviction
Monday
shed my cold cocoon
a little girl needed hope
miss her already
Tuesday
nobody listens
creative idea I'm told
thirteen years later
Wednesday
pushed back once again
my best just not good enough
pain harvests success
...
that makes me in charge
Saturday
she pushes too hard
elms stripped of divinity
if i fall i'll die
Sunday
they said - No - to war
they bleed our hypocrisy
death trumps conviction
Monday
shed my cold cocoon
a little girl needed hope
miss her already
Tuesday
nobody listens
creative idea I'm told
thirteen years later
Wednesday
pushed back once again
my best just not good enough
pain harvests success
...
1087 reads
14 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Nov 2015 11:24am
19th Nov 2015 11:24am
...
nobody listens
creative idea I'm told
thirteen years later
creative idea I'm told
thirteen years later
876 reads
9 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Nov 2015 10:49am
19th Nov 2015 10:49am
bad ass Rocky
bad ass Rocky
the first one was a sparkle collared prissy little snit
yappy lil' thing that used my shoes whenever she'd shit
wasn't really my dog, more like hers than ours
she got pampered and kissed, I was left to wank off for hours
I came home one day and realized the lil' bitch was gone
she'd taken the dog too and life seemed like a new song
while walking in the park pondering my life and enjoying an autumn day
I came across this big brown fella who seemed to me a stray
I cleaned him up and he seemed...
the first one was a sparkle collared prissy little snit
yappy lil' thing that used my shoes whenever she'd shit
wasn't really my dog, more like hers than ours
she got pampered and kissed, I was left to wank off for hours
I came home one day and realized the lil' bitch was gone
she'd taken the dog too and life seemed like a new song
while walking in the park pondering my life and enjoying an autumn day
I came across this big brown fella who seemed to me a stray
I cleaned him up and he seemed...
962 reads
8 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
1st Nov 2015 3:34am
1st Nov 2015 3:34am
Monsoons
Monsoons
Father and mother called me into the kitchen after I had finished my work in arithmetic, not the daily assignment of my teacher, Master Yen; but rather the thirty extra problems father had composed for me. As he always did.
These "discussions" as father called them weren't discussions at all. He talked and I listened as a dutiful daughter should.
When it was something he was proud of, he'd kiss my bowed head at the end of it all. A star for his "Firefly".
If it was something that brought shame unto our house, or our family name,...
Father and mother called me into the kitchen after I had finished my work in arithmetic, not the daily assignment of my teacher, Master Yen; but rather the thirty extra problems father had composed for me. As he always did.
These "discussions" as father called them weren't discussions at all. He talked and I listened as a dutiful daughter should.
When it was something he was proud of, he'd kiss my bowed head at the end of it all. A star for his "Firefly".
If it was something that brought shame unto our house, or our family name,...
1030 reads
19 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Oct 2015 9:25pm
24th Oct 2015 9:25pm
Please ... Thank you
1216 reads
16 Comments
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