Submissions by MayRayn (May Rayn)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Practicing poetry without a license; semi-professional iconoclast; holding no candles, kissing no ass.
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Jun 2016 6:41pm
7th Jun 2016 6:41pm
The Ultimate State of Mind
Sinuous black velvet, mercurial, fearless…
Green eyes like small saucers
miss nothing.
What more could you wish for
than to be worn like a shawl,
caressed, loved, cared for?
You careen wall to wall
up and down steps, catching
your shadow, your tail, your destiny.
Your purrs remind me
how unconditional love feels.
Green eyes like small saucers
miss nothing.
What more could you wish for
than to be worn like a shawl,
caressed, loved, cared for?
You careen wall to wall
up and down steps, catching
your shadow, your tail, your destiny.
Your purrs remind me
how unconditional love feels.
666 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
4th Jun 2016 5:33pm
4th Jun 2016 5:33pm
In Perpetuity II
I watch the sand grains slip through endlessly,
recall our past pluperfect enmeshed in each other,
in dreams that led us to forget ourselves.
I've tried to shelve the days and nights of
"...wish we were..."
and scanned horizons for what will be.
I thought I'd need to scour my mind free
of any part of you. I've now buried us
where our hearts beat in silent unison.
Sadness and yearning brought us together.
We shifted sand dunes to make treasured moments,
those memories hidden, tattooed under our skin.
And so I...
recall our past pluperfect enmeshed in each other,
in dreams that led us to forget ourselves.
I've tried to shelve the days and nights of
"...wish we were..."
and scanned horizons for what will be.
I thought I'd need to scour my mind free
of any part of you. I've now buried us
where our hearts beat in silent unison.
Sadness and yearning brought us together.
We shifted sand dunes to make treasured moments,
those memories hidden, tattooed under our skin.
And so I...
594 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Jun 2016 11:04pm
3rd Jun 2016 11:04pm
Imperfect Perpetuity
Bittersweet days pour endlessly in the hourglass.
Tear-stained, I watch the sand grains, recalling
our past pluperfect, enmeshed in each other
in dreams that led us to forget ourselves.
I've tried to shelve the days and nights
of "...wish we were..."
scanned stark horizons for what will be.
I fear I will need to scour my mind free
of any part of you. I've now buried us
where our hearts beat in silent unison.
Sadness and yearning, clamoring,
brought us together. We shifted ...
Tear-stained, I watch the sand grains, recalling
our past pluperfect, enmeshed in each other
in dreams that led us to forget ourselves.
I've tried to shelve the days and nights
of "...wish we were..."
scanned stark horizons for what will be.
I fear I will need to scour my mind free
of any part of you. I've now buried us
where our hearts beat in silent unison.
Sadness and yearning, clamoring,
brought us together. We shifted ...
886 reads
11 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th May 2016 4:09pm
29th May 2016 4:09pm
Vera, Primed
More sentimental tripe I scribed,
on pixelated parchment, dried.
Reader, tonight I felt your pain,
or was it mine?
I write inadequate thoughts down
to soothe myself, and yet you frown.
How else can I express
my tongue's tied under duress?
I miss the spring that's barely come,
it's hardly had the chance to strum
its wings, arise in flight
into that starry night.
Oh anything but that, the lissome
shapes of daffodils and iris.
Lavender or lilac's more to my taste;
the lighter...
on pixelated parchment, dried.
Reader, tonight I felt your pain,
or was it mine?
I write inadequate thoughts down
to soothe myself, and yet you frown.
How else can I express
my tongue's tied under duress?
I miss the spring that's barely come,
it's hardly had the chance to strum
its wings, arise in flight
into that starry night.
Oh anything but that, the lissome
shapes of daffodils and iris.
Lavender or lilac's more to my taste;
the lighter...
837 reads
5 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
26th May 2016 10:58pm
26th May 2016 10:58pm
Spring Flows Into Summer
Spring woke me with a gentle invitation
into your world of blues, sonnets, and panties.
Our conversation meandered, a brook rippling
melodious over boulders of hidden meaning.
You opened with a question, or was it I
who invited you to a picture of my desire?
Awkward and shy eddied together with brazen and wanton.
You pried away hesitation gently, my petals falling open
as you showed me your columned passion fisted and cradled
in your fingers. My lips ached for it, my tongue hungered
for that velvet, to slide around its...
into your world of blues, sonnets, and panties.
Our conversation meandered, a brook rippling
melodious over boulders of hidden meaning.
You opened with a question, or was it I
who invited you to a picture of my desire?
Awkward and shy eddied together with brazen and wanton.
You pried away hesitation gently, my petals falling open
as you showed me your columned passion fisted and cradled
in your fingers. My lips ached for it, my tongue hungered
for that velvet, to slide around its...
679 reads
8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th May 2016 9:26pm
25th May 2016 9:26pm
The Violin (a tanka)
A woman's body
played by the taut bow
of man is only
half a being: missing from his
song is her own sense of self.
Inspired by Le Violon d'Ingres, by Man Ray (right)
played by the taut bow
of man is only
half a being: missing from his
song is her own sense of self.
Inspired by Le Violon d'Ingres, by Man Ray (right)
902 reads
10 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd May 2016 5:07am
23rd May 2016 5:07am
Too Young Then...
We were too young then...
Each caught in our own web,
awash in passion,
too busy slaking thirst, staking
out claims and boundaries.
We were too young then,
rawness too urgent to ignore,
experience limited to skin and bones.
We were too young to give each other's thrall
the light of day; it only played in deepest night.
We were too young then,
our hearts pinned on our sleeves.
A smile, a laugh, and then the sting
and hurt, dried yellowed leaves carelessly
spread and trampled underneath our feet. ...
Each caught in our own web,
awash in passion,
too busy slaking thirst, staking
out claims and boundaries.
We were too young then,
rawness too urgent to ignore,
experience limited to skin and bones.
We were too young to give each other's thrall
the light of day; it only played in deepest night.
We were too young then,
our hearts pinned on our sleeves.
A smile, a laugh, and then the sting
and hurt, dried yellowed leaves carelessly
spread and trampled underneath our feet. ...
525 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
23rd May 2016 00:52am
23rd May 2016 00:52am
Electronic Torture
In the beginning there
was the yearning
amorphous
yawning
open
raw
soul
searches
reaches out
tentative, fraught
meaning easily lost
in doubt, in between screen
refreshes
are you there, friend?
what am I looking for?
don't know
a poem sears
music sings out
you speak
and I
respond
pictures
tease,
coax the
shameless
me to the fore
are you there, lust?
your voice
it reaches out
the fingers
curled around flesh
yours? mine? ...
was the yearning
amorphous
yawning
open
raw
soul
searches
reaches out
tentative, fraught
meaning easily lost
in doubt, in between screen
refreshes
are you there, friend?
what am I looking for?
don't know
a poem sears
music sings out
you speak
and I
respond
pictures
tease,
coax the
shameless
me to the fore
are you there, lust?
your voice
it reaches out
the fingers
curled around flesh
yours? mine? ...
766 reads
0 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
22nd May 2016 6:11am
22nd May 2016 6:11am
Entwined
Man supplicates before woman,
embraces flesh made marble, warmed
by superheated breath.
Lips lost in love, in lust, arms wound
tight, you melt into each other
to share beating hearts and throbs.
What soothe will you caress her with,
bestow that fleeting melding of the soul
beyond which it's impossible to go?
What mere material gift can render whole
the feeling that you're hers
and she is yours?
And, when lost in thought, you mourn
her loss, what memory will bring her back?
The art embodies all of...
embraces flesh made marble, warmed
by superheated breath.
Lips lost in love, in lust, arms wound
tight, you melt into each other
to share beating hearts and throbs.
What soothe will you caress her with,
bestow that fleeting melding of the soul
beyond which it's impossible to go?
What mere material gift can render whole
the feeling that you're hers
and she is yours?
And, when lost in thought, you mourn
her loss, what memory will bring her back?
The art embodies all of...
762 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd May 2016 5:56am
22nd May 2016 5:56am
When Once a Scribbler
Words on a page
invite, assuage
a pain, a hurt, a loss
with freeing turn of phrase.
The invitation is implied;
none but the right
poet need apply
to mold the phrase and give it flight.
A change of words can carve a soul
with cuts of a thousand swords.
When two poets exchange
their inner thoughts,
what once was inside now glistens on the page.
invite, assuage
a pain, a hurt, a loss
with freeing turn of phrase.
The invitation is implied;
none but the right
poet need apply
to mold the phrase and give it flight.
A change of words can carve a soul
with cuts of a thousand swords.
When two poets exchange
their inner thoughts,
what once was inside now glistens on the page.
533 reads
0 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
19th May 2016 6:34pm
19th May 2016 6:34pm
Longing for You
Naked under the sheet
cotton brushes my skin
caresses me as if it were
your hands stroking my
breasts, cupping my hip.
Mapping me for future
dreams.
That time we first met ...
cotton brushes my skin
caresses me as if it were
your hands stroking my
breasts, cupping my hip.
Mapping me for future
dreams.
That time we first met ...
989 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
19th May 2016 6:11pm
19th May 2016 6:11pm
The Last Straw (formerly Lady Slings the Booze)
That time you left me behind--
fieldwork, you called it...
She was all sweet innocence,
a peach ripe for the picking,
blue eyes wide, pools shaded
by lashes quivering like willow branches.
She said she had no intentions--
no intentions at all--
while you said she was just
another student needing your
expert help to "find herself".
Sprawled in your bed
under the eaves, your scent
permeating sheets and skin,
your smile flambéed into
every one of my cells
with that half...
fieldwork, you called it...
She was all sweet innocence,
a peach ripe for the picking,
blue eyes wide, pools shaded
by lashes quivering like willow branches.
She said she had no intentions--
no intentions at all--
while you said she was just
another student needing your
expert help to "find herself".
Sprawled in your bed
under the eaves, your scent
permeating sheets and skin,
your smile flambéed into
every one of my cells
with that half...
762 reads
6 Comments
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