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
EROTIC POEM
Published
30th Dec 2016 9:26pm
30th Dec 2016 9:26pm
Wee hours of the Night
Jeans pulled down to her ankles…Hours
Knees up
Thighs slightly parted
She thinks of him in the
wee hours of the night
as she touches lightly between
her legs.
The sweet spot where he wishes to go,
to live if only for a moment.
To take her like she wants to be taken
in her secret room
as she lies on her bed
To give him what he wants;
all of her.
She opens her legs wider
to let him take what he wants
she turns over and presents her
ass.
She wants all his gifts.
His hard slap on her is the sweetest
reward she could...
Knees up
Thighs slightly parted
She thinks of him in the
wee hours of the night
as she touches lightly between
her legs.
The sweet spot where he wishes to go,
to live if only for a moment.
To take her like she wants to be taken
in her secret room
as she lies on her bed
To give him what he wants;
all of her.
She opens her legs wider
to let him take what he wants
she turns over and presents her
ass.
She wants all his gifts.
His hard slap on her is the sweetest
reward she could...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Dec 2016 9:23pm
30th Dec 2016 9:23pm
She Tries
I am at a lost
to fathom the depths
and heights of the walls
of her.
The precarious walk
she takes in the lofts
of the upper reaches
must be harrowing.
Her balance must be precise
leveled on the balls of feet
which tread a path where
a head floats in the clouds
never looking down.
At me.
The Flea.
Such is she.
That ignores me.
For who am I
but who laid his heart bare
for her.
It seems I have always known my place in her heart was but a vault
for another key to release
her from...
to fathom the depths
and heights of the walls
of her.
The precarious walk
she takes in the lofts
of the upper reaches
must be harrowing.
Her balance must be precise
leveled on the balls of feet
which tread a path where
a head floats in the clouds
never looking down.
At me.
The Flea.
Such is she.
That ignores me.
For who am I
but who laid his heart bare
for her.
It seems I have always known my place in her heart was but a vault
for another key to release
her from...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
19th Feb 2016 3:50am
19th Feb 2016 3:50am
The Mistress and Her Prince - A Short Story
The door to the bedroom opened and closed as she entered silently without a word. She caught me in the act of struggling at my bonds that she had tied earlier in the night. She had just left me there to lay and wait for her return at her leisure.
“Oh my poor presumptuous Prince,” she said to me, “do you really think I would allow you to come undone? By that of course, I mean your bonds."
"You have a pretty good idea of what I would do. Oh my poor Prince,” she smiled at me patting me on my head like a pet.
“However, I don't want you just needy, I want...
“Oh my poor presumptuous Prince,” she said to me, “do you really think I would allow you to come undone? By that of course, I mean your bonds."
"You have a pretty good idea of what I would do. Oh my poor Prince,” she smiled at me patting me on my head like a pet.
“However, I don't want you just needy, I want...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Feb 2016 3:37am
19th Feb 2016 3:37am
Bubble People
They bump along in their bubbles…
with all their different colors
at times comingling…a bright red meeting,
a dull blue or electric yellow sliding along a prim’s
purple slick skinned surface
grazing against, just ever so.
Electric, crazy, frenzied, varied, morphic, erotic
Dare I say fun? Yet…the bubbles eventually move on
Some in sadness…some not giving a shit….beep bopping
away in a rush.
Or they simply just
POP!
with all their different colors
at times comingling…a bright red meeting,
a dull blue or electric yellow sliding along a prim’s
purple slick skinned surface
grazing against, just ever so.
Electric, crazy, frenzied, varied, morphic, erotic
Dare I say fun? Yet…the bubbles eventually move on
Some in sadness…some not giving a shit….beep bopping
away in a rush.
Or they simply just
POP!
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STORY POEM
Published
15th Feb 2016 5:34pm
15th Feb 2016 5:34pm
Just a Crazy Dream …
I checked into Motel Sadness and sat down my bags of discontent.
The mini bar was stocked well, so I grabbed the gin and mixed the tonic of my life, crushed in my Lemon Eyes, raised my glass, gave a toast, telling them all I was Sorry for ever crossing their path.
I downed that motherfucker in one gulp and prepared another,
and another, and another… for the Heart heart head of thoughts that were sure to come.
The day disappeared as night consumed, wrapping me up like a A Bolt from the Blue. I laid there. Just laid there until she came. I heard her...
The mini bar was stocked well, so I grabbed the gin and mixed the tonic of my life, crushed in my Lemon Eyes, raised my glass, gave a toast, telling them all I was Sorry for ever crossing their path.
I downed that motherfucker in one gulp and prepared another,
and another, and another… for the Heart heart head of thoughts that were sure to come.
The day disappeared as night consumed, wrapping me up like a A Bolt from the Blue. I laid there. Just laid there until she came. I heard her...
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Jan 2016 3:39pm
24th Jan 2016 3:39pm
Soul Vacation
If my soul took a vacation,
escaped from my body
and left me sitting here
in my cold dark room
would I care to care
that it took a cruise?
Would my eyes look at
life differently?
Would my loves & passions
be muted?
Would my pains be gone?
Is it a sacrifice to lose one over
the other in spite of?
Again would I care when
my soul is gone?
I would think there would be
a longing for a forgotten
sweetness
that could not be defined
by my minds eye that's now
blind.
If my soul left...
escaped from my body
and left me sitting here
in my cold dark room
would I care to care
that it took a cruise?
Would my eyes look at
life differently?
Would my loves & passions
be muted?
Would my pains be gone?
Is it a sacrifice to lose one over
the other in spite of?
Again would I care when
my soul is gone?
I would think there would be
a longing for a forgotten
sweetness
that could not be defined
by my minds eye that's now
blind.
If my soul left...
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LOVE POEM
Published
24th Jan 2016 3:35pm
24th Jan 2016 3:35pm
Fill up my Fish
She said, “Fill up my time
while I wait for something
that I can finally keep
to drop on by.”
He said, “You’ll do,
you beautiful thing you,
now hurry , spread your legs as
my want of you is almost up.”
You are my novelty for the day,
the week, the month, the year,
as my desires
run their phases like the moon
runs its course across the skies
a hundred thousand million times.
You didn’t know it, but you did.
You hoped, but you still did.
Our original sin, over and over again.
That seems to be half the fun....
while I wait for something
that I can finally keep
to drop on by.”
He said, “You’ll do,
you beautiful thing you,
now hurry , spread your legs as
my want of you is almost up.”
You are my novelty for the day,
the week, the month, the year,
as my desires
run their phases like the moon
runs its course across the skies
a hundred thousand million times.
You didn’t know it, but you did.
You hoped, but you still did.
Our original sin, over and over again.
That seems to be half the fun....
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DARK POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2016 4:36am
23rd Jan 2016 4:36am
The Goblin King Sleeps
In an oubliette deep
does a dank dungeon keep
the Goblin King.
Shattered, weary,
heartbroken,
at a loss to life he sought
and thought would crawl on forever
in a true vanity of his own design.
Yet, a silver lining
does shine on the pitted walls
which confine this man.
For he made a difference while out
in the world of light.
He ravaged, and wrought, bringing knees
to bend to touch the ground
and they fought, found courage,
bringing a change to the world each
in their way, good or bad
in the eyes of men...
does a dank dungeon keep
the Goblin King.
Shattered, weary,
heartbroken,
at a loss to life he sought
and thought would crawl on forever
in a true vanity of his own design.
Yet, a silver lining
does shine on the pitted walls
which confine this man.
For he made a difference while out
in the world of light.
He ravaged, and wrought, bringing knees
to bend to touch the ground
and they fought, found courage,
bringing a change to the world each
in their way, good or bad
in the eyes of men...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
17th Nov 2015 2:07pm
17th Nov 2015 2:07pm
Burn
Let me learn you.
Let me take residence
in your mind
for the moment
and kick up my feet
next to the fireplace
inside of you.
Let me feed that fire,
stoke it…shift it,
sustain it as I warm myself.
What are the limits
you will climb to?
Will you burn the house down
to get to me?
Will you eat and eat like
a fire does.
Consuming everything
wanting more and more?
Go ahead.
For I will burn with you.
From deep red, to a pale yellow
to bright orange,
dancing and blinding
in the...
Let me take residence
in your mind
for the moment
and kick up my feet
next to the fireplace
inside of you.
Let me feed that fire,
stoke it…shift it,
sustain it as I warm myself.
What are the limits
you will climb to?
Will you burn the house down
to get to me?
Will you eat and eat like
a fire does.
Consuming everything
wanting more and more?
Go ahead.
For I will burn with you.
From deep red, to a pale yellow
to bright orange,
dancing and blinding
in the...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Nov 2015 1:01am
3rd Nov 2015 1:01am
Take Courage in OZ ~
You have a brain
bespectacled girl.
You have a heart
as the tears flow.
You are on the road
even though
the yellow bricks
are all faded and
cracked
You are on the road.
Take courage
as the forest for the
trees
grow up and around,
Dark arms reaching,
menacing.
Its all they are,
menacing arms
Its all they ever are.
Take courage in the night
for the moon lights
your path.
The lions, tigers and bears
are friends
For who could resist your charms.
Oh my!...
bespectacled girl.
You have a heart
as the tears flow.
You are on the road
even though
the yellow bricks
are all faded and
cracked
You are on the road.
Take courage
as the forest for the
trees
grow up and around,
Dark arms reaching,
menacing.
Its all they are,
menacing arms
Its all they ever are.
Take courage in the night
for the moon lights
your path.
The lions, tigers and bears
are friends
For who could resist your charms.
Oh my!...
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