Submissions by PhilipWardlow (Ravenprince)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I want to show aspects of myself and observations of others and life that I hope entertains you whether sexually,intellectually,or artistically
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd May 2012 2:00am
3rd May 2012 2:00am
Two Bitches
I know these two bitches
One tall, one short and
both pretty some would
say.
They massage and caress me
but never give me any play.
They stroke my ego as
they laugh at all my jokes
but when I try and grab an ass
they think me to rash and
send me on my way.
Bitches...you both.
Why do you taunt and tease?
Is it my money you want?
Bill me please.
I haven't got time
for bitches such as you
there's another girl on
my mind who likes to
help me unwind.
Shes no prude like you two
She...
One tall, one short and
both pretty some would
say.
They massage and caress me
but never give me any play.
They stroke my ego as
they laugh at all my jokes
but when I try and grab an ass
they think me to rash and
send me on my way.
Bitches...you both.
Why do you taunt and tease?
Is it my money you want?
Bill me please.
I haven't got time
for bitches such as you
there's another girl on
my mind who likes to
help me unwind.
Shes no prude like you two
She...
648 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
2nd May 2012 12:50pm
2nd May 2012 12:50pm
The Thing Inside
It dug deep inside of me and slouched in
the corners of my mind where it directed
me where to go.
It pulled the strings and propped me up
Like a caricature in a show.
My emotions were muted like hearing the
sound of a loud glorious church bell
down deep in a dank musty well.
I floated but there was no water to be seen,
No apparent wave had struck me yet I felt
Slapped just the same.
I spied you amidst lights, and through the
Wall of sound that I had to walk around and over
and under to get close to your side.
...
the corners of my mind where it directed
me where to go.
It pulled the strings and propped me up
Like a caricature in a show.
My emotions were muted like hearing the
sound of a loud glorious church bell
down deep in a dank musty well.
I floated but there was no water to be seen,
No apparent wave had struck me yet I felt
Slapped just the same.
I spied you amidst lights, and through the
Wall of sound that I had to walk around and over
and under to get close to your side.
...
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ANGER POEM
Published
2nd May 2012 12:47pm
2nd May 2012 12:47pm
So the f**k What
You think you know me?
You don’t know shit,
from the moon to Mars
to the fucking milky way,
to the back seat of my car.
There was something there.
There was a tick dug in deep
and drinking.
Well I pulled your ass off and
crushed you between my fingers
and watched my blood ooze out and
drop to the floor.
So the fuck what!
You can say you knew me when.
When you knew me when
you never really wanted to
be my friend.
So take yourself away.
Fly away
little bird.
...
You don’t know shit,
from the moon to Mars
to the fucking milky way,
to the back seat of my car.
There was something there.
There was a tick dug in deep
and drinking.
Well I pulled your ass off and
crushed you between my fingers
and watched my blood ooze out and
drop to the floor.
So the fuck what!
You can say you knew me when.
When you knew me when
you never really wanted to
be my friend.
So take yourself away.
Fly away
little bird.
...
748 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st May 2012 11:36pm
1st May 2012 11:36pm
Give Me You
Give me you
Broken, imperfect, sad
Insightful, sarcastic, sexy or
psycho.
As long as I know it’s you
and I see the truth
then I’m hooked.
False fronts or shoddy
veneers can be torn
down so easily with
these hands.
Give me you.
Not your apathy, narcissism,
vanity, or the cruel humor
that hides your pretty eyes.
No proof need be shown
of your worth but a genuine
smile to show me you appreciate
my company on this lonely ball
we call the Earth.
No false claims I seek
No misguided devotion...
Broken, imperfect, sad
Insightful, sarcastic, sexy or
psycho.
As long as I know it’s you
and I see the truth
then I’m hooked.
False fronts or shoddy
veneers can be torn
down so easily with
these hands.
Give me you.
Not your apathy, narcissism,
vanity, or the cruel humor
that hides your pretty eyes.
No proof need be shown
of your worth but a genuine
smile to show me you appreciate
my company on this lonely ball
we call the Earth.
No false claims I seek
No misguided devotion...
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DARK POEM
Published
1st May 2012 11:30pm
1st May 2012 11:30pm
Mr. Insensitive
I’m Mr. Insensitive, haven’t
you met me yet my dear?
You will because I really don’t
care what you have to say.
As long as you spread your legs
for me everyday.
I will come when you call but
leave right after I come.
I will feel no remorse or regret that
I didn’t compliment you on your
new dress.
Please don’t bother me with your
Stories of your day little pretty face.
There is only one thing I want your mouth to say.
Would it seem cruel or unkind if I said you
were just an okay fuck.
...
you met me yet my dear?
You will because I really don’t
care what you have to say.
As long as you spread your legs
for me everyday.
I will come when you call but
leave right after I come.
I will feel no remorse or regret that
I didn’t compliment you on your
new dress.
Please don’t bother me with your
Stories of your day little pretty face.
There is only one thing I want your mouth to say.
Would it seem cruel or unkind if I said you
were just an okay fuck.
...
690 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st May 2012 12:09pm
1st May 2012 12:09pm
Haiku Collection
Drive By
Her car sped by mine
My pleasant day fell apart
Tears in her eyes hurt.
Little Blonde Girl
Little blonde girl laughs.
Jumps, smiles, eyes wide with wonder
Innocence still found.
Dark Sun
Dark sun goes down fast
Warmth never there, fades away
Into the night glow.
You never know
Holes punched in the wall,
Door slams, tires screech away.
You never know pain.
The Bottle Spins
I place the bottle.
It spins as her eyes grow wide.
Fortune favors me.
Her car sped by mine
My pleasant day fell apart
Tears in her eyes hurt.
Little Blonde Girl
Little blonde girl laughs.
Jumps, smiles, eyes wide with wonder
Innocence still found.
Dark Sun
Dark sun goes down fast
Warmth never there, fades away
Into the night glow.
You never know
Holes punched in the wall,
Door slams, tires screech away.
You never know pain.
The Bottle Spins
I place the bottle.
It spins as her eyes grow wide.
Fortune favors me.
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STORY POEM
Published
1st May 2012 12:05pm
1st May 2012 12:05pm
A Brother Far Away
Stomp Clomp Stomp Clomp
Marched the Family of elephants
As they trod the dusty distance
To the watering hole.
A brother far away
Hears the tink chink tink chink of steel against steel
to announce the arrival of the Big Top to town
A tenderly nudge of a mother’s
Trunk gently directs her curious baby back on
Course.
Brother feels the pokes and prods of the steel
Tipped hook as it lashes out at him when he makes a
Misstep.
The chuckling of the hyenas and the
roaring of the lions nearby incite
The lead elephant to...
Marched the Family of elephants
As they trod the dusty distance
To the watering hole.
A brother far away
Hears the tink chink tink chink of steel against steel
to announce the arrival of the Big Top to town
A tenderly nudge of a mother’s
Trunk gently directs her curious baby back on
Course.
Brother feels the pokes and prods of the steel
Tipped hook as it lashes out at him when he makes a
Misstep.
The chuckling of the hyenas and the
roaring of the lions nearby incite
The lead elephant to...
768 reads
1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
1st May 2012 3:33am
1st May 2012 3:33am
Your Body
Your body speaks to me in form, and movement
It pulls, compels, and dispels all others
who have a notion to veil my eyes
against this untapped emotion
which goes down deep.
Your point seven ratio that is your hips to your
waist brings about my primal desire
which wishes to give you a taste
while you lay with your back
arched in ecstasy for me.
Legs so smooth, lean, long as you stand
over me in high heels and a thong.
I reach up to bring you in
closer, but can it ever
be close enough?
The symmetry of your smiling face...
It pulls, compels, and dispels all others
who have a notion to veil my eyes
against this untapped emotion
which goes down deep.
Your point seven ratio that is your hips to your
waist brings about my primal desire
which wishes to give you a taste
while you lay with your back
arched in ecstasy for me.
Legs so smooth, lean, long as you stand
over me in high heels and a thong.
I reach up to bring you in
closer, but can it ever
be close enough?
The symmetry of your smiling face...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Apr 2012 11:47am
30th Apr 2012 11:47am
I look Around
I look around and see acts of carnality in a full
spectrum of colors.
It has an almost humorous tone and quality to it,
wrapped at times in a banter that is light, vapid, and unfocused.
In certain instances, sadness and a
numbing claustrophobia of erotic
disillusionment is laid bare to
witness inside or out.
The sophomoric creatures use sex as a knife
to cut away the layers we would choose to
ignore for the moment to suit the ego within
as the libido goes on a wild adventure ride
however fleeting or ephemeral it may be.
Is...
spectrum of colors.
It has an almost humorous tone and quality to it,
wrapped at times in a banter that is light, vapid, and unfocused.
In certain instances, sadness and a
numbing claustrophobia of erotic
disillusionment is laid bare to
witness inside or out.
The sophomoric creatures use sex as a knife
to cut away the layers we would choose to
ignore for the moment to suit the ego within
as the libido goes on a wild adventure ride
however fleeting or ephemeral it may be.
Is...
671 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
30th Apr 2012 11:45am
30th Apr 2012 11:45am
Alchemy
I’m trying to capture
a lit bit of magic.
Distill out the mundane,
filter out the impurities,
and infuse a little energy
into this tired body and brain.
You have always been that
catalyst, that additive, that chemical,
or heat to speed the reaction.
Give me just a dash of you and
I will change this lead to gold
or this chunk of coal
to a diamond that
sparkles like your
eyes do.
Your kiss may be the final
ingredient to the elixir of life
that I have long sought.
Oh how elusive that magic is...
a lit bit of magic.
Distill out the mundane,
filter out the impurities,
and infuse a little energy
into this tired body and brain.
You have always been that
catalyst, that additive, that chemical,
or heat to speed the reaction.
Give me just a dash of you and
I will change this lead to gold
or this chunk of coal
to a diamond that
sparkles like your
eyes do.
Your kiss may be the final
ingredient to the elixir of life
that I have long sought.
Oh how elusive that magic is...
701 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
30th Apr 2012 00:50am
30th Apr 2012 00:50am
Her Body
I noticed her body after her beguiling faced walked in.
It spoke and sang to me with a swaying of heavy hip action.
If only I could dial back my desire then the stars would align,
but the god given geometry wrapping around that frame
would make a chaste man wonder why he went insane
as he saw curves creating arcs upon arcs
intertwining to manifest into shapes
only nature could conceive.
In the lovely female form
there’s a weakness
in me because as she
walks across the room
I continue to gaze while my
rapture increases knowing her body is...
It spoke and sang to me with a swaying of heavy hip action.
If only I could dial back my desire then the stars would align,
but the god given geometry wrapping around that frame
would make a chaste man wonder why he went insane
as he saw curves creating arcs upon arcs
intertwining to manifest into shapes
only nature could conceive.
In the lovely female form
there’s a weakness
in me because as she
walks across the room
I continue to gaze while my
rapture increases knowing her body is...
1194 reads
2 Comments
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