Submissions by Mikash (Michael Ash Sharbaugh)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I compose music and weave words -- primarily about sex, desire, and rejection. I am a hedonist with a big heart. I swim in emotion, and welcome 'feeling.'
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Jun 2018 2:42pm
9th Jun 2018 2:42pm
Three Wary Spectres and the ‘Unknown Thang’
Three Wary Spectres and the ‘Unknown Thang’”
I’ve arrived
in Your lives
like a fistfull of knives
while running.
For, out of the blue—
like some ghastly ‘Boo!’—
I’ve appeared.
Now, I am here—
Chance cast a sudden weir—
‘midst the flows
of Our Lives.
Loving Your Mother
has been such sweet nectar,
yet We Three pass
like Three Wary Spectres—
in ... then out ...
in ... and out ...
of each Other’s Lives.
I long to assure You,
with words so exigent;
I wish to...
I’ve arrived
in Your lives
like a fistfull of knives
while running.
For, out of the blue—
like some ghastly ‘Boo!’—
I’ve appeared.
Now, I am here—
Chance cast a sudden weir—
‘midst the flows
of Our Lives.
Loving Your Mother
has been such sweet nectar,
yet We Three pass
like Three Wary Spectres—
in ... then out ...
in ... and out ...
of each Other’s Lives.
I long to assure You,
with words so exigent;
I wish to...
#love
#mother
#children
#childhood
#family
538 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
9th Jun 2018 10:24am
9th Jun 2018 10:24am
Adoration's Decrowning
I stepped off the precipace brusquely,
staunch witness to Your harsh ‘goodbye.’
A whisk of Your hand had beckoned Me, thusly.
‘Tis the last thing I’d see before I die.
And as I had fallen, I did remember
those nights a-fire, those eves-a-gleaming—
those delicious waves of untold pleasures
that We had shared so fleeting ...
... those days spent prior to Your dire, li’l pities
toward a Man You had never treasured;
a Man whose guilt ‘twas mired with eternal fret—
a Man whose worth was ne’er measured.
...
I stepped off the precipace brusquely,
staunch witness to Your harsh ‘goodbye.’
A whisk of Your hand had beckoned Me, thusly.
‘Tis the last thing I’d see before I die.
And as I had fallen, I did remember
those nights a-fire, those eves-a-gleaming—
those delicious waves of untold pleasures
that We had shared so fleeting ...
... those days spent prior to Your dire, li’l pities
toward a Man You had never treasured;
a Man whose guilt ‘twas mired with eternal fret—
a Man whose worth was ne’er measured.
...
#grief
#rejection
#heartbroken
#frustration
#disappointment
2547 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Jun 2018 6:07am
6th Jun 2018 6:07am
Now
NOW ’
… got a Gal that drives Me crazy
in ev’ry sense of the word.
Truly, She be fascinating;
truly, She quite a ‘Bird.’
She tease, She tempt,
then leaves no trace
of those things We’d grown accustomed to …
those things One can’t replace …
… with My hand,
nor with another,
I want My Gal—
desire no other.
So, what is One to do
when sex is off the table?!
I am willing,
and I am able.
I crave Her skin,
as soft as sable!
Guess I’ll stomp,
guess I’ll pout,
‘round...
… got a Gal that drives Me crazy
in ev’ry sense of the word.
Truly, She be fascinating;
truly, She quite a ‘Bird.’
She tease, She tempt,
then leaves no trace
of those things We’d grown accustomed to …
those things One can’t replace …
… with My hand,
nor with another,
I want My Gal—
desire no other.
So, what is One to do
when sex is off the table?!
I am willing,
and I am able.
I crave Her skin,
as soft as sable!
Guess I’ll stomp,
guess I’ll pout,
‘round...
#sadness
#love
#lust
#loneliness
#sex
4262 reads
0 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
3rd Jun 2018 3:56pm
3rd Jun 2018 3:56pm
Wake Up [!!!], My Tender Lass!
Wake up soon,
My Tender Lass.
Lean toward Our headboard
and lend Me Your Ass.
I wish to take it
for a salacious ride ...
... tow’ the realms of ravage!
I wish You by My Side.
Wake up soon,
My Tender Lass.
Lean toward Our headboard
and lend Me Your Ass.
I wish to take it
for a salacious ride ...
... tow’ the realms of ravage!
I wish You by My Side.
#love
#kindness
#lust
#sex
#erotic
2176 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Jun 2018 3:09pm
3rd Jun 2018 3:09pm
Ce Chat [This Cat]
This cat is not dead,
He is simply resting at my feet.
‘Lest He be My Brood,
He would suckle at my teat.
Ce chat n'est pas mort.
Il se repose simplement à mes pieds.
De peur qu'il ne soit ma couvée,
il téterait à mon trayon.
This cat is not dead,
He is simply resting at my feet.
‘Lest He be My Brood,
He would suckle at my teat.
Ce chat n'est pas mort.
Il se repose simplement à mes pieds.
De peur qu'il ne soit ma couvée,
il téterait à mon trayon.
#love
#father
#motherhood
#friendship
#cats
494 reads
4 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Jun 2018 3:46pm
2nd Jun 2018 3:46pm
To a Beauty Unnamed
The final vestiges of nighttime’s shadows
like sinews, slip from My Lover’s face,
to reveal a visage of angelic perfection —
a Beauty so full of grace.
Less there are of maturity’s travels there —
for no travails have left a trace;
so much more there is of Youth and vigor there
in rosy circles of whispered lace.
Know that I am watching You —
if not envisioning from afar —
how the light of dawn does fall on You,
how evening’s ne’er left a scar.
~
(U R, simply, BEAUTIFUL!)
...
The final vestiges of nighttime’s shadows
like sinews, slip from My Lover’s face,
to reveal a visage of angelic perfection —
a Beauty so full of grace.
Less there are of maturity’s travels there —
for no travails have left a trace;
so much more there is of Youth and vigor there
in rosy circles of whispered lace.
Know that I am watching You —
if not envisioning from afar —
how the light of dawn does fall on You,
how evening’s ne’er left a scar.
~
(U R, simply, BEAUTIFUL!)
...
#love
#girlfriend
#sex
#beauty
#lover
1527 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
18th Apr 2018 5:34pm
18th Apr 2018 5:34pm
Miles Apart [Halloween 2016]
Sleepless …
I wish You were.
... 'Alone' …
I wish I was ... :
'Alone with You …
on the phone ...
in the shower …
deeply nestled in Our Lovers’ Bed.'
Alas, We are miles apart,
and I write to You from afar,
wishing for but a moment’s quick
to speak with You again.
I wish You were.
... 'Alone' …
I wish I was ... :
'Alone with You …
on the phone ...
in the shower …
deeply nestled in Our Lovers’ Bed.'
Alas, We are miles apart,
and I write to You from afar,
wishing for but a moment’s quick
to speak with You again.
#anxiety
#love
#lust
#loneliness
#LongDistanceRelationship
549 reads
0 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
18th Apr 2018 1:19pm
18th Apr 2018 1:19pm
To Fall or Be Forgotten
would it be so bad
if You took Me home?
would it be so bad
if we sat and watched the rain?
and would it be evil
if I held Your hand,
and touched Your hair,
and kissed You?
how would it feel
to You?
(...oh,no ...)
You tease and tempt,
but leave no trace
speak now, or forever hold Your peace
we’ve the chance to fall or be forgotten
speak now, or forever hold Your peace
we’ve the chance to fall
or be forgotten
should I have cried
to make You love Me?
or should I have...
if You took Me home?
would it be so bad
if we sat and watched the rain?
and would it be evil
if I held Your hand,
and touched Your hair,
and kissed You?
how would it feel
to You?
(...oh,no ...)
You tease and tempt,
but leave no trace
speak now, or forever hold Your peace
we’ve the chance to fall or be forgotten
speak now, or forever hold Your peace
we’ve the chance to fall
or be forgotten
should I have cried
to make You love Me?
or should I have...
#love
#lust
#rejection
#romantic
#sex
553 reads
0 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
27th Aug 2017 3:47am
27th Aug 2017 3:47am
The Siren Sonnet [I]
Amidst the soaking rain and bitter cold,
the Moon and sister stars in glory shine
on once superbly flaxen hair now gold
his fingers raked with ease ere now entwine.
Smoke billows; lips and legs do quiver still.
Recounting pleasures past but moments since,
unfolding words like operatic trills
do speak of love and honestly convince.
With chills upon, they opt for haven—bed,
to where commenced their paramouric spark,
to where their tryst became engraven’ed,
to where abandoned lay his broken barque.
None...
the Moon and sister stars in glory shine
on once superbly flaxen hair now gold
his fingers raked with ease ere now entwine.
Smoke billows; lips and legs do quiver still.
Recounting pleasures past but moments since,
unfolding words like operatic trills
do speak of love and honestly convince.
With chills upon, they opt for haven—bed,
to where commenced their paramouric spark,
to where their tryst became engraven’ed,
to where abandoned lay his broken barque.
None...
#love
#TruthOfLife
#honesty #emotions
#honesty #emotions
760 reads
10 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
27th Aug 2017 3:46am
27th Aug 2017 3:46am
"3-5-3 [S]" [A]
Silken, so sacred,
this sensation: Her skin slipping
across these lips.
this sensation: Her skin slipping
across these lips.
#WritersBlock
720 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
26th Aug 2017 2:11am
26th Aug 2017 2:11am
"3-5-3 [T]" [A]
With tender intensity,
the tips of Her nipples
twirl with tongue.
the tips of Her nipples
twirl with tongue.
#sexy
764 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
26th Aug 2017 1:03am
26th Aug 2017 1:03am
Amuse-Bouche
Like a small blessing
or an amuse-bouche,
the lithe hair flowing
just above Your brow
collects soft kisses from
My lips each morning.
I, grateful for the taste,
do follow the curve of
Your feathery hairline,
and alight My tongue
upon Your tender lobe,
where I nibble and flick.
From here, I descend,
across silken cheeks,
to Your naked neck,
and gently suckle its skin
with My famished maw.
Bountiful, Your Body;
My appetite, it does whet.
Barely three courses in, ...
or an amuse-bouche,
the lithe hair flowing
just above Your brow
collects soft kisses from
My lips each morning.
I, grateful for the taste,
do follow the curve of
Your feathery hairline,
and alight My tongue
upon Your tender lobe,
where I nibble and flick.
From here, I descend,
across silken cheeks,
to Your naked neck,
and gently suckle its skin
with My famished maw.
Bountiful, Your Body;
My appetite, it does whet.
Barely three courses in, ...
#sex
#erotic
#lover
771 reads
2 Comments
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