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
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Jul 2017 4:23pm
27th Jul 2017 4:23pm
Stay Awhile
When did life become
how many people you could try to
fuck in a year, a month, a week?
This marathon of seeking scenes
of intimate encounter
Yet never really encountering at all
Perhaps they're friends
Yet sex is the filter that stains
the outcome
Oh, and love, even seeming platonic
is pushed away as if it were a sprinkled
poison on a dinner plate.
I want everything.
Your friendship, your smile,
Your nature shared over
a meal..
The rest will take care of itself
Organically.
...
how many people you could try to
fuck in a year, a month, a week?
This marathon of seeking scenes
of intimate encounter
Yet never really encountering at all
Perhaps they're friends
Yet sex is the filter that stains
the outcome
Oh, and love, even seeming platonic
is pushed away as if it were a sprinkled
poison on a dinner plate.
I want everything.
Your friendship, your smile,
Your nature shared over
a meal..
The rest will take care of itself
Organically.
...
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LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Jun 2017 4:06pm
2nd Jun 2017 4:06pm
Floating
Her world is a private
dream
a myriad complex thing
juxtaposed within
pains that run deep
like a slice with
a wicked knife
into the fruit
of a well worn life
that drips it juices
onto the floor
where others tread
its sticky mess.
Yet she floats.
Always she floats,
above and apart
she floats.
Wrapped in a delightful
viscous vicious
violent delicate
sustaining way.
She floats.
And I, can simply only
wonder when, she will
ask me to join her.
dream
a myriad complex thing
juxtaposed within
pains that run deep
like a slice with
a wicked knife
into the fruit
of a well worn life
that drips it juices
onto the floor
where others tread
its sticky mess.
Yet she floats.
Always she floats,
above and apart
she floats.
Wrapped in a delightful
viscous vicious
violent delicate
sustaining way.
She floats.
And I, can simply only
wonder when, she will
ask me to join her.
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EROTIC POEM
Published
2nd Jun 2017 4:03pm
2nd Jun 2017 4:03pm
Phrases just for Her
You can only look at her and get tongue tied
as your mind
gets mangled
That girl over there in that short skirt
wearing those black
thigh highs and garters, along
with sharp heels that could most definitely hurt.
Oh, and when she smiles,
simply sexadorable.
A storm walking, dream of a nightmare on the prowl.
The sensuosity
she exudes, the magicalicious
way she crosses the room.
It’s not fair I tell you.
No simple mortal stands a chance.
For they are all in thrall.
Pupils dilated to drink her in. ...
as your mind
gets mangled
That girl over there in that short skirt
wearing those black
thigh highs and garters, along
with sharp heels that could most definitely hurt.
Oh, and when she smiles,
simply sexadorable.
A storm walking, dream of a nightmare on the prowl.
The sensuosity
she exudes, the magicalicious
way she crosses the room.
It’s not fair I tell you.
No simple mortal stands a chance.
For they are all in thrall.
Pupils dilated to drink her in. ...
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SELF POEM
Published
6th Apr 2017 5:32pm
6th Apr 2017 5:32pm
The Rabbit Hole
A flop-eared fuck of a rabbit ran on by,
tripping over me in his haste.
Never caring a wit in his bumping.
As if the air I occupied was insubstantial
and not worthy of one of such good taste.
I hadn’t noticed the rabbit hole
But he just dove
on in.
Fuck that rabbit. I didn’t know
who he was.
Or why he wore a tweed vest
yet his little bunny ass was left to stick
out below.
I just saw a dark hole in the earth.
with nothing but a deeper darkness
within.
Fear clutched my...
tripping over me in his haste.
Never caring a wit in his bumping.
As if the air I occupied was insubstantial
and not worthy of one of such good taste.
I hadn’t noticed the rabbit hole
But he just dove
on in.
Fuck that rabbit. I didn’t know
who he was.
Or why he wore a tweed vest
yet his little bunny ass was left to stick
out below.
I just saw a dark hole in the earth.
with nothing but a deeper darkness
within.
Fear clutched my...
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LOVE POEM
Published
6th Apr 2017 5:28pm
6th Apr 2017 5:28pm
Vintage Dreams
Time,
a funny grain
that gets stuck
like a piece of
grit between
clenched teeth.
And spitting never helps, so purse
your lips
tightly.
Dreams,
A fickle fable
held in high esteem
as you tell the story
of a wonderful what-if
while the stars loftly
laugh at you in the dark ink blot above.
Grip the grass you lay upon
as the earth tilts just ever so.
Love,
Oh love,
Where for art thou?
Romeo was a fool to seek
a party where all the players
knew their part...
a funny grain
that gets stuck
like a piece of
grit between
clenched teeth.
And spitting never helps, so purse
your lips
tightly.
Dreams,
A fickle fable
held in high esteem
as you tell the story
of a wonderful what-if
while the stars loftly
laugh at you in the dark ink blot above.
Grip the grass you lay upon
as the earth tilts just ever so.
Love,
Oh love,
Where for art thou?
Romeo was a fool to seek
a party where all the players
knew their part...
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LOVE POEM
Published
4th Mar 2017 3:53am
4th Mar 2017 3:53am
When there is
When there is a connection
A lover is a lover
Like no other
I have seen it
I have felt it
I have been told
This
Can this connection
come and go, you
suppose?
I hope so.
For it often goes.
and goes
and goes
away.
A lover is a lover
Like no other
I have seen it
I have felt it
I have been told
This
Can this connection
come and go, you
suppose?
I hope so.
For it often goes.
and goes
and goes
away.
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Jan 2017 5:48pm
27th Jan 2017 5:48pm
I could Never
I could never have chosen a more difficult woman.
Defiant brown eyes always challenging,
yet soften when I lean in with just the right words
whispered in your ear.
I may be scruffy but I know you secretly
like a man with a little hair and to warm
your hands with my own.
So, I will give you my best grin and tell you
I’ll swing by in the Falcon at eight
and we will travel to Dathomir
for a wild and fun filled date.
And never mind what Lando says,
for he’s just a...
Defiant brown eyes always challenging,
yet soften when I lean in with just the right words
whispered in your ear.
I may be scruffy but I know you secretly
like a man with a little hair and to warm
your hands with my own.
So, I will give you my best grin and tell you
I’ll swing by in the Falcon at eight
and we will travel to Dathomir
for a wild and fun filled date.
And never mind what Lando says,
for he’s just a...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Jan 2017 5:46pm
27th Jan 2017 5:46pm
I Play
She knows not that I watch her soul
smiling idly out behind eyes blue flecked
with bits of gold.
I play a light and airy tune with wood and wind
Nestled deep in forest glen,
Just for her, as always promised.
Notes ride the air,
seeking purchase within her mind to push aside
a raven’s deep abiding dark claim.
For there resides a tumultuous churning,
ever undulating
as I try and intertwine
and weave, a melody
with my fool’s flute,
dipping an...
smiling idly out behind eyes blue flecked
with bits of gold.
I play a light and airy tune with wood and wind
Nestled deep in forest glen,
Just for her, as always promised.
Notes ride the air,
seeking purchase within her mind to push aside
a raven’s deep abiding dark claim.
For there resides a tumultuous churning,
ever undulating
as I try and intertwine
and weave, a melody
with my fool’s flute,
dipping an...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Jan 2017 7:25pm
9th Jan 2017 7:25pm
Chaos also Dances
Angels may dance on the head of a pin
but no one has ever told you that their partners
called Chaos are dressed in drab coats
disheveled and dirty with drink in hand, barely
able to stand as they try to keep up with the music.
They fling obscenities to the wind, raucous and rank.
Who invited them to this dance?
Did they come of their own volition or did they
receive in the mail a nagging invitation,
with promise of delicious Hor D’oeuvres served on
a golden plate to soothe a palate knowing only
seeming hate.
There is only so...
but no one has ever told you that their partners
called Chaos are dressed in drab coats
disheveled and dirty with drink in hand, barely
able to stand as they try to keep up with the music.
They fling obscenities to the wind, raucous and rank.
Who invited them to this dance?
Did they come of their own volition or did they
receive in the mail a nagging invitation,
with promise of delicious Hor D’oeuvres served on
a golden plate to soothe a palate knowing only
seeming hate.
There is only so...
691 reads
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