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.'
LOVE POEM
Published
8th Mar 2017 4:04pm
8th Mar 2017 4:04pm
Soft and Languid Shadows
Soft and languid shadows drizzle teal light across the rounded angles of Your face,
and I lay still—transfixed on the sweet, angelic beauty that is You.
Surrender to Me every time We bask in that droning, bluish light,
for once We live, never to return to these magical, frozen moments.
and I lay still—transfixed on the sweet, angelic beauty that is You.
Surrender to Me every time We bask in that droning, bluish light,
for once We live, never to return to these magical, frozen moments.
632 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
17th Feb 2017 8:46am
17th Feb 2017 8:46am
A Grinning Carcass
I am like a grinning carcass—
an agonizing sight for cars that
howl down some brutal highway:
aboveground,
homeless, and without a grave.
I am ancestor to some,
contaminant to others,
in this, the fallout of some estranged harmony—
divorce.
an agonizing sight for cars that
howl down some brutal highway:
aboveground,
homeless, and without a grave.
I am ancestor to some,
contaminant to others,
in this, the fallout of some estranged harmony—
divorce.
624 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
17th Feb 2017 8:45am
17th Feb 2017 8:45am
Sheet Lightning
Sheet lightning flashing overhead,
You resting in Our bed;
what a peaceful way to start the day
after all that We have bled.
I woke early to fill with caffeine;
I woke early to regain My sheen.
After all that we are going through,
We, I believe, deserve a quiet few …
Of what do You dream
whilst You catch Your ‘Zs?’
Of what solutions do You seize?
I, for One, still calculate how to grasp by its horns
this wild ‘bull’ of which everyone warns,
while this rain, which falls without brief reprieve,
cautions Me to stay...
You resting in Our bed;
what a peaceful way to start the day
after all that We have bled.
I woke early to fill with caffeine;
I woke early to regain My sheen.
After all that we are going through,
We, I believe, deserve a quiet few …
Of what do You dream
whilst You catch Your ‘Zs?’
Of what solutions do You seize?
I, for One, still calculate how to grasp by its horns
this wild ‘bull’ of which everyone warns,
while this rain, which falls without brief reprieve,
cautions Me to stay...
537 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
16th Feb 2017 2:09pm
16th Feb 2017 2:09pm
Untitled [
••
If first impressions be of blacksmith's strike,
You'd be a Damascened blade.
Had charisma been of Einstein’s dreams,
You’d be a ‘gravity wave.’
•••
Were ‘taste’ based solely ‘pon ‘there’s no accounting,’
None could account for You.
Were ‘class’ merely something of ‘touch,’
You’d be a full-body massage.
•••
Since beauty is oft' in the ‘eye of the beholder,’
I am fortunate: fate has given Me two!
If ‘luck [truly] be a Lady tonight,’
I am the luckiest Man in the world!
...
If first impressions be of blacksmith's strike,
You'd be a Damascened blade.
Had charisma been of Einstein’s dreams,
You’d be a ‘gravity wave.’
•••
Were ‘taste’ based solely ‘pon ‘there’s no accounting,’
None could account for You.
Were ‘class’ merely something of ‘touch,’
You’d be a full-body massage.
•••
Since beauty is oft' in the ‘eye of the beholder,’
I am fortunate: fate has given Me two!
If ‘luck [truly] be a Lady tonight,’
I am the luckiest Man in the world!
...
577 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
24th Jan 2017 3:34pm
24th Jan 2017 3:34pm
There Was Barely Time
You left Me prematurely.
There was barely time to suck the lipstick off Your lips,
to lick the warpaint off Your face,
to kiss the toil off Your persona,
to carry You back to bed
where You belong.
There was barely time to suck the lipstick off Your lips,
to lick the warpaint off Your face,
to kiss the toil off Your persona,
to carry You back to bed
where You belong.
674 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2017 2:44pm
23rd Jan 2017 2:44pm
Your Glorious Splendor
so softly …
… smoothly …
luscious mounds of angelic flesh
greet My eyes in the morning—
You, in all of Your glorious splendor!
what a spell You cast
upon Me, across Our destiny—
Your body, so silky and fine,
in all of it’s splendiferous measure!
… smoothly …
luscious mounds of angelic flesh
greet My eyes in the morning—
You, in all of Your glorious splendor!
what a spell You cast
upon Me, across Our destiny—
Your body, so silky and fine,
in all of it’s splendiferous measure!
584 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2017 9:31pm
22nd Jan 2017 9:31pm
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“Nice—no quaint lies!”
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LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2017 6:53am
22nd Jan 2017 6:53am
Dead Summer, Warm Fall
though Summer has died,
it’s heat remains, warming Our hearts
and searing Our Fall
it’s heat remains, warming Our hearts
and searing Our Fall
555 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
21st Jan 2017 11:42pm
21st Jan 2017 11:42pm
I Need You
Sheet lightning flashing overhead,
You resting in Our bed;
what a peaceful way to start the day
after all that We have bled.
I woke early to fill with caffeine;
I woke early to regain My sheen.
After all that we are going through,
We, I believe, deserve a quiet few …
Of what do You dream
whilst You catch Your ‘Zs?’
Of what solutions do You seize?
I, for One, still calculate how to grasp by its horns
this wild ‘bull’ of which everyone warns,
while this rain, which falls without brief reprieve,
cautions Me to stay...
You resting in Our bed;
what a peaceful way to start the day
after all that We have bled.
I woke early to fill with caffeine;
I woke early to regain My sheen.
After all that we are going through,
We, I believe, deserve a quiet few …
Of what do You dream
whilst You catch Your ‘Zs?’
Of what solutions do You seize?
I, for One, still calculate how to grasp by its horns
this wild ‘bull’ of which everyone warns,
while this rain, which falls without brief reprieve,
cautions Me to stay...
4721 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
16th Jan 2017 3:14pm
16th Jan 2017 3:14pm
(Simply) Bewildered
She’s in the other room sleepin’;
I am in the other room weepin’.
(Well, not really: tears have been reluctant to fall;
there’s scarcely a well that could hold all I’d draw.)
‘Tis so foggy in the mornings—
when My brain explodes from all that is new,
when My face drowns in the mists and the dew.
I don’t know what to do.
Do I run the other way—
and return when the smoke from the gunfire clears?
Do I continue to love her and stay—
simply gulp down My pride and face all My fears?
I obviously choose to stay,
for Her gravity is...
I am in the other room weepin’.
(Well, not really: tears have been reluctant to fall;
there’s scarcely a well that could hold all I’d draw.)
‘Tis so foggy in the mornings—
when My brain explodes from all that is new,
when My face drowns in the mists and the dew.
I don’t know what to do.
Do I run the other way—
and return when the smoke from the gunfire clears?
Do I continue to love her and stay—
simply gulp down My pride and face all My fears?
I obviously choose to stay,
for Her gravity is...
613 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Jan 2017 5:48pm
15th Jan 2017 5:48pm
Charmeuse
soft as charmeuse
of the finest weft—
Your skin, in My mem’ry.
(Now My senses, bereft.)
… a mem’ry that lingers
‘thin these bless’ed fingers—
they are soothed,
bemused,
e’er eager to choose …
(You.)
… smooth like the milk
that flows from the ilk
of some Holy Mother,
Your skin, deep within—
like the spell of a djinn—
charms Me like no other.
Your epidermis invades Me;
thus, this Love pervades Me.
Your hand, a luxury—
My heart all a-flurry—
when I strive
to describe
You.
of the finest weft—
Your skin, in My mem’ry.
(Now My senses, bereft.)
… a mem’ry that lingers
‘thin these bless’ed fingers—
they are soothed,
bemused,
e’er eager to choose …
(You.)
… smooth like the milk
that flows from the ilk
of some Holy Mother,
Your skin, deep within—
like the spell of a djinn—
charms Me like no other.
Your epidermis invades Me;
thus, this Love pervades Me.
Your hand, a luxury—
My heart all a-flurry—
when I strive
to describe
You.
#love
#romantic
#rhyming
654 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Jan 2017 3:00pm
15th Jan 2017 3:00pm
I, the Lucky Man [Your Beauty]
Your beauty …
Oh, You’ll never know
the radiance—
You e’er glow!
In the mornings,
in the evenings,
with each day’s ebb and flow,
it remains unchanged.
… and I am unchained:
destined to bask in it
for all my future days.
I, the Lucky Man.
Oh, You’ll never know
the radiance—
You e’er glow!
In the mornings,
in the evenings,
with each day’s ebb and flow,
it remains unchanged.
… and I am unchained:
destined to bask in it
for all my future days.
I, the Lucky Man.
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