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.
EROTIC POEM
Published
13th Feb 2016 2:29pm
13th Feb 2016 2:29pm
Rendezvous at the Starlight Motel
It broke my heart
in that musty room
when you said,
"don't fuck me
with the lights on,
I don't want you
to see me naked."
That some bastard
shamed you into wanting
the shadows to swallow
your nudity whole made
my eyes burn like coal.
So trust me to let
the moonshine in
through the yellow
blinds of this forgotten
bungalow where we will
face each other in front
of the mahogany mirror
as I unbutton your blouse ,
unsnap your blue jeans ,
unclip your lace brasserie
and pull your...
in that musty room
when you said,
"don't fuck me
with the lights on,
I don't want you
to see me naked."
That some bastard
shamed you into wanting
the shadows to swallow
your nudity whole made
my eyes burn like coal.
So trust me to let
the moonshine in
through the yellow
blinds of this forgotten
bungalow where we will
face each other in front
of the mahogany mirror
as I unbutton your blouse ,
unsnap your blue jeans ,
unclip your lace brasserie
and pull your...
1100 reads
8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Jan 2016 00:23am
12th Jan 2016 00:23am
To the stars wherever they may shine
My feet sink on the barren
beach with thousands
of silver and gold grains
of star dust beginning to
cover my ankles as Ziggy
plays guitar in my ear buds .
I look to the heavens
longingly at the glitter
of dozens of constellations
I never knew intimately .
I remember this guy
in high school told me
how he met the thin
white duke in a bar
in Germany and he was
as gracious a gentleman
as you could imagine
buying him a beer.
And the first girl
I ever loved beyond
a schoolboy crush,
a...
beach with thousands
of silver and gold grains
of star dust beginning to
cover my ankles as Ziggy
plays guitar in my ear buds .
I look to the heavens
longingly at the glitter
of dozens of constellations
I never knew intimately .
I remember this guy
in high school told me
how he met the thin
white duke in a bar
in Germany and he was
as gracious a gentleman
as you could imagine
buying him a beer.
And the first girl
I ever loved beyond
a schoolboy crush,
a...
858 reads
4 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
11th Jan 2016 4:36am
11th Jan 2016 4:36am
Till the rain runs red
1324 reads
6 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
16th Nov 2015 4:24am
16th Nov 2015 4:24am
68
Though kinked
plumbing relegates
my pump to struggles
fitting the tank,
don't despair
for my tongue's
volunteered
to shoulder
the responsibilities
of your pleasure .
Trained to twirl
within cherub
cheeks the lingual
organ traces
the sweet folds
about your hips
in long lavish
strokes licking
every salty drop
till it plunges into
the pink selflessly
lashing lips till like
a blooming amaryllis
you explode white
hot and crimson.
plumbing relegates
my pump to struggles
fitting the tank,
don't despair
for my tongue's
volunteered
to shoulder
the responsibilities
of your pleasure .
Trained to twirl
within cherub
cheeks the lingual
organ traces
the sweet folds
about your hips
in long lavish
strokes licking
every salty drop
till it plunges into
the pink selflessly
lashing lips till like
a blooming amaryllis
you explode white
hot and crimson.
920 reads
4 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
4th Nov 2015 4:30am
4th Nov 2015 4:30am
RUBENESQUE
1702 reads
14 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
9th May 2015 11:23pm
9th May 2015 11:23pm
THE BLOOD WE SHARE
1714 reads
13 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
26th Apr 2015 11:44pm
26th Apr 2015 11:44pm
The Last Valentine
Waiting on a surge
of lightning to hit me
to burn off memories
of your smile etched
on the bark of my brain
but like the fucking lottery
I know one in a million
are the odds I forget.
of lightning to hit me
to burn off memories
of your smile etched
on the bark of my brain
but like the fucking lottery
I know one in a million
are the odds I forget.
860 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2015 7:11pm
23rd Apr 2015 7:11pm
Believe
If only love could learn
a line or two from Lazurus
and raise from the dead
whatever it was got us
through our first winter .
Following the rose petals
upon the snow to the cabin
in the quiet forest where
two broken lovers licked
their wounds and healed
under three wool blankets
and a black lab as embers
crackled in the fireplace
burning doubts and fears
into visions of hope scripted
in smoke across vacant skies.
Though the air is no longer
cold still hearts have yet
to thaw as we lie in separate...
a line or two from Lazurus
and raise from the dead
whatever it was got us
through our first winter .
Following the rose petals
upon the snow to the cabin
in the quiet forest where
two broken lovers licked
their wounds and healed
under three wool blankets
and a black lab as embers
crackled in the fireplace
burning doubts and fears
into visions of hope scripted
in smoke across vacant skies.
Though the air is no longer
cold still hearts have yet
to thaw as we lie in separate...
894 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
23rd Mar 2015 00:36am
23rd Mar 2015 00:36am
Ode to skank skin and whore bones
1237 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
4th Mar 2015 8:00pm
4th Mar 2015 8:00pm
Candle and Match
Wick worn and burned
down by a mishmash
of lifelong memories,
a faint whiff of vanilla
lingering on a tapered tallow
stump of an eggshell candle,
a hardened puddle of wax
mired deep in a brass holder
like a gimpy old soldier
saluting and teetering
at attention for thirty seconds
at a Memorial Day parade
waiting to be lit by a stick
match of hardy timbre.
But the flint is struck
by the red phosphorous
tip of wood splintered
with barely more girth
than a weathered twig
like the weak and brittle bones
of a USO...
down by a mishmash
of lifelong memories,
a faint whiff of vanilla
lingering on a tapered tallow
stump of an eggshell candle,
a hardened puddle of wax
mired deep in a brass holder
like a gimpy old soldier
saluting and teetering
at attention for thirty seconds
at a Memorial Day parade
waiting to be lit by a stick
match of hardy timbre.
But the flint is struck
by the red phosphorous
tip of wood splintered
with barely more girth
than a weathered twig
like the weak and brittle bones
of a USO...
812 reads
2 Comments
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