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.
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Feb 2013 1:42pm
12th Feb 2013 1:42pm
Wipeout on Lover's Lane
Like I told the cops at the carnage
I'm not exactly sure how I crossed
The double yellow lines of communication.
I mean I swear I was sober.
Maybe I just got bored and let slip
That piece of mind centered on survival
That all God's creatures
Large and small possess.
Last I remember the whites
Of our eyes blinded reason
Leaving me wading
Ankle deep in puddles of blood.
Trying to untangle the vines
Of veins and arteries from one another
In the remains of an overwrought rain.
Dreaming of the day I strip
The arrow from the bow ...
I'm not exactly sure how I crossed
The double yellow lines of communication.
I mean I swear I was sober.
Maybe I just got bored and let slip
That piece of mind centered on survival
That all God's creatures
Large and small possess.
Last I remember the whites
Of our eyes blinded reason
Leaving me wading
Ankle deep in puddles of blood.
Trying to untangle the vines
Of veins and arteries from one another
In the remains of an overwrought rain.
Dreaming of the day I strip
The arrow from the bow ...
783 reads
6 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
27th Jan 2013 6:38pm
27th Jan 2013 6:38pm
Ghost f**k
I'm been seven years now trying to dust the shit
Off after losing my wife, Caitlyn, my job,
My car and the last five grand I had
In Atlantic City, ending up back
At my mother's tiny cape cod and a gig
Loading trucks at a cinderblock cavern.
The rig drivers whisper by the water
Cooler in the warehouse about some washed up
Glamor girl wanna be giving nasty blow jobs
At the rundown rest stop on the interstate
Between Yesterday and Nowhere.
One of the road warriors described her
As Madonna, pudgier and with Jagger lips,
And I knew Rebecca Ann...
Off after losing my wife, Caitlyn, my job,
My car and the last five grand I had
In Atlantic City, ending up back
At my mother's tiny cape cod and a gig
Loading trucks at a cinderblock cavern.
The rig drivers whisper by the water
Cooler in the warehouse about some washed up
Glamor girl wanna be giving nasty blow jobs
At the rundown rest stop on the interstate
Between Yesterday and Nowhere.
One of the road warriors described her
As Madonna, pudgier and with Jagger lips,
And I knew Rebecca Ann...
1026 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
21st Jan 2013 1:30am
21st Jan 2013 1:30am
Justita runs
Powdered wigs gorging
On honey barbequed breasts,
Spitting out gristle and dreams
Into the abyss of the river Styx
Where bloated corpses bob
On the new moon tide
Of a steamy August night.
Nicotine yellow and calloused
Fingers dangle like chimes
Of bones in a hot wet wind,
Reaching for a taste
Of heroin in the fog.
On honey barbequed breasts,
Spitting out gristle and dreams
Into the abyss of the river Styx
Where bloated corpses bob
On the new moon tide
Of a steamy August night.
Nicotine yellow and calloused
Fingers dangle like chimes
Of bones in a hot wet wind,
Reaching for a taste
Of heroin in the fog.
782 reads
10 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
21st Jan 2013 1:28am
21st Jan 2013 1:28am
On one knee
Your hair golden
Brown like bourbon,
The smell of jasmine,
A tonic sweet
To ease the spasms
In my brain.
To inject my thighs
With a will that keeps
Me running
Over mountains
To meet you once more
On the valley green
Under speckled moonlight
With a touch of April rain.
Your tears running
Hot down my throat
Burning the threads
Of loosely woven dreams
Into a starless black felt.
I hear the motor of the cab,
Like belching laughter
In a roadside bar,
Driving you to Paris
With a meter that quit
Long...
Brown like bourbon,
The smell of jasmine,
A tonic sweet
To ease the spasms
In my brain.
To inject my thighs
With a will that keeps
Me running
Over mountains
To meet you once more
On the valley green
Under speckled moonlight
With a touch of April rain.
Your tears running
Hot down my throat
Burning the threads
Of loosely woven dreams
Into a starless black felt.
I hear the motor of the cab,
Like belching laughter
In a roadside bar,
Driving you to Paris
With a meter that quit
Long...
911 reads
8 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
19th Jan 2013 6:19am
19th Jan 2013 6:19am
Playing with Toys
1181 reads
13 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
6th Jan 2013 9:39am
6th Jan 2013 9:39am
Daytripper
1298 reads
12 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Jan 2013 4:09am
6th Jan 2013 4:09am
Getting Girls
1073 reads
4 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
16th Dec 2012 11:09pm
16th Dec 2012 11:09pm
The other side
Minton nudged the old man on the bench. He raised a camouflage green canteen to the elder's lips. “ I just filled it from the fountain at town hall. Ice cold, Otto.”
Otto pushed the bottle away. “I'm so confused I can't even think.”
Minton shrugged. “You ain't gotta think, you just gotta drink. It ain't your problem”
“ I mean, the suit just out and out said they ain't gonna help?”
Minton took a long swig of water. “Yeah, pretty much .”
Otto struck his cane on the sidewalk. “You're a good kid. A good soldier. Followed...
Otto pushed the bottle away. “I'm so confused I can't even think.”
Minton shrugged. “You ain't gotta think, you just gotta drink. It ain't your problem”
“ I mean, the suit just out and out said they ain't gonna help?”
Minton took a long swig of water. “Yeah, pretty much .”
Otto struck his cane on the sidewalk. “You're a good kid. A good soldier. Followed...
838 reads
4 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
16th Dec 2012 3:22am
16th Dec 2012 3:22am
Finer Things
1457 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
8th Dec 2012 5:27am
8th Dec 2012 5:27am
Trick or Treat
Norman Bates' mother
Slammed down the thirteenth
Kamikaze of the night
At the K of C rental hall
Before tripping on slurred words,
Dizzy feet and the ragged hem
Of a polka dot house dress.
Falling into the cobra
Tattooed and burly arms
Of a bald, barrel gut guy
In a white wife beater
Wearing a tiara and tutu,
A frizzy red beard
Down to his Adam's apple.
They wrapped friendly
Arms around each other
Messing up the words
And singing off key
To a teenage band
Regressing thru sloppy
Chord...
Slammed down the thirteenth
Kamikaze of the night
At the K of C rental hall
Before tripping on slurred words,
Dizzy feet and the ragged hem
Of a polka dot house dress.
Falling into the cobra
Tattooed and burly arms
Of a bald, barrel gut guy
In a white wife beater
Wearing a tiara and tutu,
A frizzy red beard
Down to his Adam's apple.
They wrapped friendly
Arms around each other
Messing up the words
And singing off key
To a teenage band
Regressing thru sloppy
Chord...
861 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
8th Dec 2012 5:22am
8th Dec 2012 5:22am
The art of the mandible
The trick like any trap
Lies in the camouflage.
The lips the lure,
The smile the deceit.
Enamel gates guarding
A promise naked and inviting,
Giving way to a glistening
Tongue rouge and dripping passion
Before blinded by a cloak
Of black burlap as worn
By penitents in limbo.
Swaying in the dark
Like a mantis praying
In vain beheaded by lust
With arms flailing like twigs
In a cool March breeze.
A puree out of our soiree,
A meal fit for a queen.
Lies in the camouflage.
The lips the lure,
The smile the deceit.
Enamel gates guarding
A promise naked and inviting,
Giving way to a glistening
Tongue rouge and dripping passion
Before blinded by a cloak
Of black burlap as worn
By penitents in limbo.
Swaying in the dark
Like a mantis praying
In vain beheaded by lust
With arms flailing like twigs
In a cool March breeze.
A puree out of our soiree,
A meal fit for a queen.
809 reads
10 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
7th Dec 2012 4:04am
7th Dec 2012 4:04am
A dance before New York
1191 reads
12 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by Quill-in-Heart (Tony Pena)
