Submissions by Lola
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
The optimist sees the glass as half full. The pessimist, as half empty. The Realist doesn't care, she's off to get the towels to clean up the mess those other two assholes are gonna make when they spill the red wine on her white carpet.
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Mar 2013 10:11pm
23rd Mar 2013 10:11pm
The Bean Counter
he doesn't want to waste them
they're too dear
So she can instruct him
when to take them
hmmmm....
rather like making an appointment
for getting a lube and filter
she imagines
did she marry an accountant
or a mechanic?
he can tell the price
to the penny
of those little blue pills
but he hasn't a clue
the real cost
to her
self esteem
It's all right though
Reckon he'll balance the budget
when he figures out
the expiration date
has long since passed...
they're too dear
So she can instruct him
when to take them
hmmmm....
rather like making an appointment
for getting a lube and filter
she imagines
did she marry an accountant
or a mechanic?
he can tell the price
to the penny
of those little blue pills
but he hasn't a clue
the real cost
to her
self esteem
It's all right though
Reckon he'll balance the budget
when he figures out
the expiration date
has long since passed...
1034 reads
7 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Mar 2013 10:26pm
12th Mar 2013 10:26pm
Solitude
it rhymes, get over it* ;-)
The soft lights flicker off
yet desire never swells
within these muted walls
no passion ever dwells
No tender words of romance
are ever spoken here
no wicked lustful yearnings
voiced to a hungry ear
No tender kisses placed
upon a lover's breast
no hands to reach out for her
denied of love's caress
A heart deprived of loving
a soul withered, alone
solitude, a lonely place
turns a woman's heart to stone
The soft lights flicker off
yet desire never swells
within these muted walls
no passion ever dwells
No tender words of romance
are ever spoken here
no wicked lustful yearnings
voiced to a hungry ear
No tender kisses placed
upon a lover's breast
no hands to reach out for her
denied of love's caress
A heart deprived of loving
a soul withered, alone
solitude, a lonely place
turns a woman's heart to stone
854 reads
17 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Mar 2013 00:02am
12th Mar 2013 00:02am
The Undoing
Tremulous fingers uncertain
a momentary hesitation
a steeling breath in
silken straps
g l i d e
off delicate
sunkissed shoulders
The shift
like his eyes
travel
d
o
w
n
w
a
r
d
puddle
a gossamer pool
at her high-heeled feet
He licks his lips in anticipation
hungry for the taste of her
She smiles shyly
ever the coquette
all innocence and pink-tinged flesh
now led away to temptation
He silently wonders at her ability
to make him so hard
she smiles knowingly
Why...
a momentary hesitation
a steeling breath in
silken straps
g l i d e
off delicate
sunkissed shoulders
The shift
like his eyes
travel
d
o
w
n
w
a
r
d
puddle
a gossamer pool
at her high-heeled feet
He licks his lips in anticipation
hungry for the taste of her
She smiles shyly
ever the coquette
all innocence and pink-tinged flesh
now led away to temptation
He silently wonders at her ability
to make him so hard
she smiles knowingly
Why...
877 reads
13 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
4th Mar 2013 9:52pm
4th Mar 2013 9:52pm
My Greedy Lover
You
you are like
my greedy lover
seducer of my mornings
you would make me your slave
Given your chance, you
would selfishly keep me to yourself today
ensconced in cool, tangled sheets
and plumped
within the confines of soft pillows
enveloped in darkness
embraced
in your velvet warmth
unabashedly undressed
hair freshly tousled
from dawn to dusk
to satisfy your innate need
to control me
body and soul
No words, no sounds
no need for sustenance
just a lover's greed
you'll lick at me
teasing...
you are like
my greedy lover
seducer of my mornings
you would make me your slave
Given your chance, you
would selfishly keep me to yourself today
ensconced in cool, tangled sheets
and plumped
within the confines of soft pillows
enveloped in darkness
embraced
in your velvet warmth
unabashedly undressed
hair freshly tousled
from dawn to dusk
to satisfy your innate need
to control me
body and soul
No words, no sounds
no need for sustenance
just a lover's greed
you'll lick at me
teasing...
932 reads
21 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2013 5:08pm
2nd Mar 2013 5:08pm
Pas-De-Deux
I walk zombie-like through these streets of reality
my existence neither here nor there
lips stilled and mute
silent
but ever listening
for the cue of the music.
eyes veiled
but alert and knowing,
I wait patiently for that first chord.
The music begins
I shed my skin
dance naked and with abandon
nuance and innuedo
as my willing partners
we leave our footprints in words
Some will observe the dance upon the page
and stiffen or seek to bridle thoughts
some will simply smile
pass on unchanged by what...
my existence neither here nor there
lips stilled and mute
silent
but ever listening
for the cue of the music.
eyes veiled
but alert and knowing,
I wait patiently for that first chord.
The music begins
I shed my skin
dance naked and with abandon
nuance and innuedo
as my willing partners
we leave our footprints in words
Some will observe the dance upon the page
and stiffen or seek to bridle thoughts
some will simply smile
pass on unchanged by what...
925 reads
19 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
1st Mar 2013 7:45pm
1st Mar 2013 7:45pm
I Watch You Still
A shy wallflower
in a lover's embrace
love was new
freshly blossoming
we were just discovering
ourselves and each other
you behind me
your rough hands
firm on my hips
my back arched in pleasure
you were blissfully unaware
that I watched you
in the dressing mirror
Our eyes met in reflection
and it was then
that moment
you really saw me
the real me
for the first time
a look of shocked surprise
a hesitation
then a smile spread
across your face
Your eyes burned...
in a lover's embrace
love was new
freshly blossoming
we were just discovering
ourselves and each other
you behind me
your rough hands
firm on my hips
my back arched in pleasure
you were blissfully unaware
that I watched you
in the dressing mirror
Our eyes met in reflection
and it was then
that moment
you really saw me
the real me
for the first time
a look of shocked surprise
a hesitation
then a smile spread
across your face
Your eyes burned...
822 reads
10 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
1st Mar 2013 4:03am
1st Mar 2013 4:03am
My Bikini Days Are Over
Just a light bit of fun. If you can't laugh, you got nothing!
Looking in my full length mirror,
bikini days are done I fear
What once were proud, hang too low
and cellulite now steals the show
My glory days have come to pass
too much bounce and too much ass
Gravity is not my friend
I now fall out when stooped to bend
It's not as bad as in my mind
but to myself, I'm seldom kind
I'm not twentyfive and should be proud
I should strut my stuff, it's allowed
Insecurities I...
Looking in my full length mirror,
bikini days are done I fear
What once were proud, hang too low
and cellulite now steals the show
My glory days have come to pass
too much bounce and too much ass
Gravity is not my friend
I now fall out when stooped to bend
It's not as bad as in my mind
but to myself, I'm seldom kind
I'm not twentyfive and should be proud
I should strut my stuff, it's allowed
Insecurities I...
1044 reads
19 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Feb 2013 1:48pm
28th Feb 2013 1:48pm
Our World, A Work In Progress
Have we become so desensitized
or are we merely rendered mute?
when atrocities are commonplace
and bullets end disputes
Exposed are we to everything
but do we really see?
that the world's become with progress
a corrupt and lawless society
Kindness meets suspicion
you've got to mind your back
women afraid to walk the street
without fear of an attack
innocent babes are slaughtered
all in the name of war
Another twenty years of progress?
see what...
or are we merely rendered mute?
when atrocities are commonplace
and bullets end disputes
Exposed are we to everything
but do we really see?
that the world's become with progress
a corrupt and lawless society
Kindness meets suspicion
you've got to mind your back
women afraid to walk the street
without fear of an attack
innocent babes are slaughtered
all in the name of war
Another twenty years of progress?
see what...
720 reads
11 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Feb 2013 9:39pm
26th Feb 2013 9:39pm
Can You Keep A Secret?
Every year,
Every blessed year
since he walked into my life
at the age of 18
when I really didn't need or want a father figure
to replace the one who died (or so I thought)
he gave me chocolates
Ferrero Rocher to be precise
Proudly selected and wrapped by him
and placed in my Christmas stocking
every year, without fail
Countless thousands
of milk chocolate and hazlenut enrobed candies later
(and many years after his death)
I still receive a box or two from well meaning souls
who carry on this tradition in his...
Every blessed year
since he walked into my life
at the age of 18
when I really didn't need or want a father figure
to replace the one who died (or so I thought)
he gave me chocolates
Ferrero Rocher to be precise
Proudly selected and wrapped by him
and placed in my Christmas stocking
every year, without fail
Countless thousands
of milk chocolate and hazlenut enrobed candies later
(and many years after his death)
I still receive a box or two from well meaning souls
who carry on this tradition in his...
787 reads
10 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
24th Feb 2013 3:27pm
24th Feb 2013 3:27pm
Why?
Why?
A thousand places
you could choose to hang your hat
nurse your drink
and scatter peanut shells on the floor
But you come here
Here?
Night after fucking night
you sit on your barstool,
watching me surreptitiously
through a veil of smoke and haze
gaping at the open and festering wounds
of my own choosing
You never speak or acknowldege my presence
but I can feel you there watching
from the shadows and murky silence
feel your eyes roaming my skin
crawling my thoughts ...
A thousand places
you could choose to hang your hat
nurse your drink
and scatter peanut shells on the floor
But you come here
Here?
Night after fucking night
you sit on your barstool,
watching me surreptitiously
through a veil of smoke and haze
gaping at the open and festering wounds
of my own choosing
You never speak or acknowldege my presence
but I can feel you there watching
from the shadows and murky silence
feel your eyes roaming my skin
crawling my thoughts ...
854 reads
13 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2013 3:23pm
23rd Feb 2013 3:23pm
Clothing Optional
just my light and fluffy thought for the day, hence the rhyming, which I know you so abhor*
As I peruse the pages here
I'm oft times overwhelmed
by over-use of metaphors
and words that are mis-spelled
But perhaps what troubles most of all
Is when a poem I've just read
Leaves me sitting here bewildered
for I've no clue what you've just said
Your words are so mellifluous
And there are ninetyseven lines
describing things most banal
yet no meaning can I find
I...
As I peruse the pages here
I'm oft times overwhelmed
by over-use of metaphors
and words that are mis-spelled
But perhaps what troubles most of all
Is when a poem I've just read
Leaves me sitting here bewildered
for I've no clue what you've just said
Your words are so mellifluous
And there are ninetyseven lines
describing things most banal
yet no meaning can I find
I...
909 reads
21 Comments
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