Submissions by RWCJR (RWCJR Robert)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
30th Jan 2019 2:51am
30th Jan 2019 2:51am
Disgusted
The painter said screw it, and kicked over his easel.
The pert, and prudish maid exclaimed: why did you do that sir,
the strokes were just starting to flow together,
and with my mischievous pent up desires too,
of which they have so ravenously loosed ! . . .
The pert, and prudish maid exclaimed: why did you do that sir,
the strokes were just starting to flow together,
and with my mischievous pent up desires too,
of which they have so ravenously loosed ! . . .
#LifeStruggles
294 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Jan 2019 3:33am
28th Jan 2019 3:33am
Build Her Yourself
Bits and pieces fall,
as the sculptor, sculpting,
curves the maiden tall.
The young boys pick up the scraps,
molding them together with their hands.
as the sculptor, sculpting,
curves the maiden tall.
The young boys pick up the scraps,
molding them together with their hands.
#women
301 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
20th Dec 2018 2:21am
20th Dec 2018 2:21am
Shadows
Ride with me my lady, entire,
to the shadows up by the moon,
where beyond, in the rafters of the ages
the stars and the Angels look upon,
and with jealousy are consumed,
crickets chime, fragrance, breeze,
beside a lonesome Sycamore tree
our shadows cast, mingling.
The summer half moon blushes,
the stars and the Angels look upon . . .
smiling and winking now, entwined too !
written, within our effervescing love song.
to the shadows up by the moon,
where beyond, in the rafters of the ages
the stars and the Angels look upon,
and with jealousy are consumed,
crickets chime, fragrance, breeze,
beside a lonesome Sycamore tree
our shadows cast, mingling.
The summer half moon blushes,
the stars and the Angels look upon . . .
smiling and winking now, entwined too !
written, within our effervescing love song.
#love
#lover
#passion
366 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Jun 2018 2:35pm
20th Jun 2018 2:35pm
SUMMER STONES
The stars light, pokes,
brilliant !
precisely through the stones .
From above the Heel,
distant,
standing, in the ditch alone.
The joyous , enchanted,
makeshift “Aztecs”,
some with flowers in their hair,
dance in the warm , golden glow.
Chanting , and laughing.
They hum and moan.
Their celebration, is . . . not in vain.
It’s summer ! again !
on the chalky plain.
brilliant !
precisely through the stones .
From above the Heel,
distant,
standing, in the ditch alone.
The joyous , enchanted,
makeshift “Aztecs”,
some with flowers in their hair,
dance in the warm , golden glow.
Chanting , and laughing.
They hum and moan.
Their celebration, is . . . not in vain.
It’s summer ! again !
on the chalky plain.
#summer
446 reads
9 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Jun 2018 6:18pm
14th Jun 2018 6:18pm
Dangling from a Broom
Tears collide .
The beautiful witch laughing !
Your dreams , and hope ,
dangling by her side .
She taunts ! and sneers .
How do you like my wicked ride !
Ah , my dear ,
you will always be dangling , by my side !
‘Ahh Ha ha ha , heeeeee !
The beautiful witch laughing !
Your dreams , and hope ,
dangling by her side .
She taunts ! and sneers .
How do you like my wicked ride !
Ah , my dear ,
you will always be dangling , by my side !
‘Ahh Ha ha ha , heeeeee !
#breakup
400 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
25th May 2018 3:05am
25th May 2018 3:05am
A Song on the Railing
A bluebird , singing ,
on your railing .
Your mind wandering ,
reality failing .
Clouds above ,
imagination sailing .
Look !
that one looks like me ,
entwined in her seams ,
pulsating and wailing .
A bumble bee pauses ,
in front of your face ,
whispering the secret !
your mind wobbles ,
it could not translate .
And a butterfly twirling ,
in whimsical grace ,
adorned , with dazzling !
the princess ,
and a purple haired maiden ,
try to keep pace .
The flowers sway , in...
on your railing .
Your mind wandering ,
reality failing .
Clouds above ,
imagination sailing .
Look !
that one looks like me ,
entwined in her seams ,
pulsating and wailing .
A bumble bee pauses ,
in front of your face ,
whispering the secret !
your mind wobbles ,
it could not translate .
And a butterfly twirling ,
in whimsical grace ,
adorned , with dazzling !
the princess ,
and a purple haired maiden ,
try to keep pace .
The flowers sway , in...
#dreams
#utopia
485 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd May 2018 9:08pm
23rd May 2018 9:08pm
Don’t Show It
Do not wear your heart ,
on your wounded sleeve .
Society’s , smiling faces ,
will trample under foot !
their blood stained beaks ,
will pick it clean !
At the very least !
tear off its sheen .
on your wounded sleeve .
Society’s , smiling faces ,
will trample under foot !
their blood stained beaks ,
will pick it clean !
At the very least !
tear off its sheen .
#rejection
#emotional
447 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
22nd May 2018 4:49am
22nd May 2018 4:49am
Where’s the Sun
My soul , it creaks and moans .
Like the hull , of an old wooden ship ,
lost , adrift , alone .
On the roof of the sea .
Torrent , upon the tempest it cries ,
my sails tattered , my mast snapped .
The rider a ghost , and it looks like me .
Railings propped , along the sky ,
gird the darkness in her eyes .
The mist rises up , off the brow ,
from where the sun used to rise ,
and make Venus bow .
It too crashed !
A black chunk of char , cold and dead ,
it’s sad demise .
Venus now ! the...
Like the hull , of an old wooden ship ,
lost , adrift , alone .
On the roof of the sea .
Torrent , upon the tempest it cries ,
my sails tattered , my mast snapped .
The rider a ghost , and it looks like me .
Railings propped , along the sky ,
gird the darkness in her eyes .
The mist rises up , off the brow ,
from where the sun used to rise ,
and make Venus bow .
It too crashed !
A black chunk of char , cold and dead ,
it’s sad demise .
Venus now ! the...
#sadness
#depression
#loneliness
507 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
19th May 2018 7:59pm
19th May 2018 7:59pm
A Walk
The monster called loneliness ,
does abound .
Even , in the non stop square .
He could still be found .
In the face , of a woman ,
a small child too ,
or the man in the hot dog cart ,
handing one . . . just for you .
And the lights ,
flashing and blinking !
Billboards winking ,
my being sinking.
Even in the bustle and life !
that is Times Square !
the monster , is beside you ,
and yes ! you are aware !
When the one ,...
does abound .
Even , in the non stop square .
He could still be found .
In the face , of a woman ,
a small child too ,
or the man in the hot dog cart ,
handing one . . . just for you .
And the lights ,
flashing and blinking !
Billboards winking ,
my being sinking.
Even in the bustle and life !
that is Times Square !
the monster , is beside you ,
and yes ! you are aware !
When the one ,...
#heartbroken
#breakup
497 reads
10 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
17th May 2018 9:04pm
17th May 2018 9:04pm
Death
Death !
Died !
Jesus killed the bastard !
long ago .
For all !
That believe !
In the heart , within our heart !
Now we don’t have to go !
Died !
Jesus killed the bastard !
long ago .
For all !
That believe !
In the heart , within our heart !
Now we don’t have to go !
#hope
#death
394 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
16th May 2018 11:21pm
16th May 2018 11:21pm
Strolling the Fair
On a playground of temptation , bondage and display .
A coiled snake , with the head of a princess ,
smiles . . . but she cannot wave .
A witch , bewitching , dealing cards .
The beautiful maiden , her knuckles to the table ,
tears , drop . . . upon the palms .
The prince , she wants , to want her . . . is not in the shuffle .
So . . . ends the maidens yearned for , storybook fable . ...
A coiled snake , with the head of a princess ,
smiles . . . but she cannot wave .
A witch , bewitching , dealing cards .
The beautiful maiden , her knuckles to the table ,
tears , drop . . . upon the palms .
The prince , she wants , to want her . . . is not in the shuffle .
So . . . ends the maidens yearned for , storybook fable . ...
#dreams
#night
#memories
454 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th May 2018 1:29pm
14th May 2018 1:29pm
A Barren Land
If ones imagination dies .
Lord forbid !
Or , never was .
It then, is like a lonely,
one way ride,
on the old , faded yellow bus .
Knee deep !
In the deserted , desert mud .
Lord forbid !
Or , never was .
It then, is like a lonely,
one way ride,
on the old , faded yellow bus .
Knee deep !
In the deserted , desert mud .
#happiness
#dreams
#MentalHealth
459 reads
13 Comments
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