Submissions by Quill-in-Heart (Tony Pena)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I ain't no academic though I've been writing for two score with the typical ups and downs. My work seeks intimacy and passion especially as it pertains to the dark and sometimes ugly side of the street. Thankfully beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
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To the shame scratching neath
Mom and Dad and three
young daughters walk past
a row of white Easter lilies
surrounding the mosaic
courtyard of the community
center on Sunday morning .
The parents carrying a carrot
cake and a jug of lemonade .
The girls smiling shyly at two
middle aged women wearing
pancake makeup to cut
some years off and sucking
their teeth with expressions
changing like an iguana
camouflaging to a new
leaf with hoarse whispers
hinting of hypocrisy.
“Are you sure you fine people
are at the right place...
young daughters walk past
a row of white Easter lilies
surrounding the mosaic
courtyard of the community
center on Sunday morning .
The parents carrying a carrot
cake and a jug of lemonade .
The girls smiling shyly at two
middle aged women wearing
pancake makeup to cut
some years off and sucking
their teeth with expressions
changing like an iguana
camouflaging to a new
leaf with hoarse whispers
hinting of hypocrisy.
“Are you sure you fine people
are at the right place...
#politics
#racism
#HumanRights #inequality
#HumanRights #inequality
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Marquee (de Sade)
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A Hollywood cliché,
that trip from a tattered
loveseat in a clapboard
house in a tiny ass town,
to a casting couch
in a nondescript room
in some high falutin
sounding address in LA,
where the wet dreams
of well dressed demons
drown the dry dreams
of angels gussied
up on the cheap .
⠀
Upon the scent of prey,
wool suits morph
on bloated bodies
into the fur of wolves,
as quick as threadbare
sheets , hot and bloody ,
changed in a motel room
rented for thirty...
A Hollywood cliché,
that trip from a tattered
loveseat in a clapboard
house in a tiny ass town,
to a casting couch
in a nondescript room
in some high falutin
sounding address in LA,
where the wet dreams
of well dressed demons
drown the dry dreams
of angels gussied
up on the cheap .
⠀
Upon the scent of prey,
wool suits morph
on bloated bodies
into the fur of wolves,
as quick as threadbare
sheets , hot and bloody ,
changed in a motel room
rented for thirty...
#abuse
#MeToo
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Warriors Wear Pink
Eyes coral from crying
all night at the prospect
of more nausea, heartburn,
puking and a plethora of pain.
Hair gone and so fucking
tired wondering whether
it's even worth the trouble
to fight day in and day out
but once the alarm crows
she still dons her Joan
of Arc armor and drives
twenty minutes to the clinic.
Wishing the car would carry her
precious little body to a beach
miles away where she could rest
sore muscles on warm sands ,
but even when reality rushes
back in , a heart raised right
musters...
all night at the prospect
of more nausea, heartburn,
puking and a plethora of pain.
Hair gone and so fucking
tired wondering whether
it's even worth the trouble
to fight day in and day out
but once the alarm crows
she still dons her Joan
of Arc armor and drives
twenty minutes to the clinic.
Wishing the car would carry her
precious little body to a beach
miles away where she could rest
sore muscles on warm sands ,
but even when reality rushes
back in , a heart raised right
musters...
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Big Cock
Donnie Drumstick ogling
chickies dreaming
bout the day this rooster'd
manage a member the size
of an ear of corn to
beat off the butterball
boys in the coop to get
his pick of the litter but
the wise barnyard owl
chimed in that cockerels
don't have dicks in
that swinging sense
of the word taking him
under his wing to teach
about big horny birds
and the buzzing bees .
"Not so much about
the meat but the motion,"
said the owl but Donnie
Drumstick cried fowl getting
his feathers ruffled ...
chickies dreaming
bout the day this rooster'd
manage a member the size
of an ear of corn to
beat off the butterball
boys in the coop to get
his pick of the litter but
the wise barnyard owl
chimed in that cockerels
don't have dicks in
that swinging sense
of the word taking him
under his wing to teach
about big horny birds
and the buzzing bees .
"Not so much about
the meat but the motion,"
said the owl but Donnie
Drumstick cried fowl getting
his feathers ruffled ...
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DU Poetry : Submissions by Quill-in-Heart (Tony Pena)