Submissions by RedHot_Peppers
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
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STORY POEM
Published
16th Feb 2014 7:47pm
16th Feb 2014 7:47pm
tHe CuLt oF pErsOnaLiTy
One day a King called in his Fool
Insisting the Fool tell him a tale
One intriguing and of wonder
But indeed factual and historically true..
The Fool being that of a fool giggled and pondered
…...
..’my King.. dear King
Time is so filled with amazing tales that are very much true
And indeed that of great wonder..
If you so wish I shall tell you the tale of a magnificent Kingdom
So mighty as much it could only have fallen from within
And indeed becoming a wonder of a blunder?..
hahahaha…
Be there no disrespect to my Sire ...
Insisting the Fool tell him a tale
One intriguing and of wonder
But indeed factual and historically true..
The Fool being that of a fool giggled and pondered
…...
..’my King.. dear King
Time is so filled with amazing tales that are very much true
And indeed that of great wonder..
If you so wish I shall tell you the tale of a magnificent Kingdom
So mighty as much it could only have fallen from within
And indeed becoming a wonder of a blunder?..
hahahaha…
Be there no disrespect to my Sire ...
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LOVE POEM
Published
14th Feb 2014 1:25pm
14th Feb 2014 1:25pm
tO mY FuNNy VaLeNtiNe..
Dip these words in chocolate...
for strawberries pressed in sugar
hold flavor that is bitter..
..in comparison to all the sweet pieces I know so well on you..
..place every one of these Nouns on a stick..
…cover with liquid goodness………
…………………………………..and liiiiick..
simple as that..
but make it quick.. chocolate at such hot temps
can run down your hand and require much more attention..
I needn’t mention how on this Valentine
you are the rainbow of my redemption that’s oh so tempting
..to invite to a romantic dinner..
...
for strawberries pressed in sugar
hold flavor that is bitter..
..in comparison to all the sweet pieces I know so well on you..
..place every one of these Nouns on a stick..
…cover with liquid goodness………
…………………………………..and liiiiick..
simple as that..
but make it quick.. chocolate at such hot temps
can run down your hand and require much more attention..
I needn’t mention how on this Valentine
you are the rainbow of my redemption that’s oh so tempting
..to invite to a romantic dinner..
...
938 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Feb 2014 3:13pm
10th Feb 2014 3:13pm
sO mAnY gAmEs!..
oh the many games being played..
so many playing their part in life's many masquerades..
..the Preacher
..the Teacher
..the Popper
..the Prince
who is to say who is wrong or right when each is in question of their own existence?
would it be easier said that the blind know no light?..
yes….
...ignorance is bless to a bird that know not it can fly..
if one is truly aware how the wind and wing meet
worry themselves not of those that deceive..
they are but one needed side of a perfect square..
…to...
so many playing their part in life's many masquerades..
..the Preacher
..the Teacher
..the Popper
..the Prince
who is to say who is wrong or right when each is in question of their own existence?
would it be easier said that the blind know no light?..
yes….
...ignorance is bless to a bird that know not it can fly..
if one is truly aware how the wind and wing meet
worry themselves not of those that deceive..
they are but one needed side of a perfect square..
…to...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
8th Feb 2014 3:53pm
8th Feb 2014 3:53pm
ThE AppEaSeR..
The daughter of a King asked her Father one day..’
..’Father..
Why is it we having so many in our Kingdom
That we all must write and speak the same language?..
There are many having traveled from distant lands
That seem to be at a disadvantage
Bringing with them their own ways and customs
Is it fair that they must learn our ways
In order to share in the success of our Kingdom?..’
The King being of a kind and just sort
Placed his daughter on his lap
And began to tell his sweet angel a story..
..’Dear daughter of mine.....
..’Father..
Why is it we having so many in our Kingdom
That we all must write and speak the same language?..
There are many having traveled from distant lands
That seem to be at a disadvantage
Bringing with them their own ways and customs
Is it fair that they must learn our ways
In order to share in the success of our Kingdom?..’
The King being of a kind and just sort
Placed his daughter on his lap
And began to tell his sweet angel a story..
..’Dear daughter of mine.....
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
1st Feb 2014 6:43pm
1st Feb 2014 6:43pm
ThE hEaRt aNd tHe MinD..
It so happen one day
by the side of slow running stream
fishing pole baited..
strung..
positioned..
lying in wait to snag that of which the Body had need..
the Heart said to the Mind
…’is it fair that we take the life of such a creature to maintain and merely dine?’
the Mind pondered the question
simply to ask one of its own..
…’what is not a creature of such that maintains its place under the sun?’
the Heart pounded as it pondered
hoping to dissuade the Mind before there be a tug on the line..
…’are not fruits and...
by the side of slow running stream
fishing pole baited..
strung..
positioned..
lying in wait to snag that of which the Body had need..
the Heart said to the Mind
…’is it fair that we take the life of such a creature to maintain and merely dine?’
the Mind pondered the question
simply to ask one of its own..
…’what is not a creature of such that maintains its place under the sun?’
the Heart pounded as it pondered
hoping to dissuade the Mind before there be a tug on the line..
…’are not fruits and...
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DARK POEM
Published
29th Jan 2014 2:01pm
29th Jan 2014 2:01pm
HeLLo aGaiN mY fRiEnD!.. C]8^{
It’s your favorite Jinni of the Jinn..
At your beckoning call
One that loves to entertain
Tell me your wants
All of your needs
And from this hat I will set the stage…
My name is Amos!.. of the Jinn..
Makes no difference if you remember me not..
..i am game for the shameless
..can turn a popper to one that is famous
At the simple price of one measure of your Soul
Of them you have been envious
Will soon enough beg to be in your shadow..
Who can best campaign for your Highness?
I make the argument.. none such...
At your beckoning call
One that loves to entertain
Tell me your wants
All of your needs
And from this hat I will set the stage…
My name is Amos!.. of the Jinn..
Makes no difference if you remember me not..
..i am game for the shameless
..can turn a popper to one that is famous
At the simple price of one measure of your Soul
Of them you have been envious
Will soon enough beg to be in your shadow..
Who can best campaign for your Highness?
I make the argument.. none such...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
25th Jan 2014 9:35pm
25th Jan 2014 9:35pm
DoN’t LeT tHe DeViL kNoW!..
Erotic Rebecca..
the fairest of beauty..
and pleasing to touch
tongue of a snake..
not slithering and such
but much in the way bewitching
to whomever she host..
Man.
Woman.
truly matters not
Heart of a Harlot..
as a young woman taught..
…many different games on the Devil’s playground…
so happens one day
she desired to straighten and turn from such ways
only to have let another know..
..that to whom would cause such play of the game to unravel…
for that one told another
and...
the fairest of beauty..
and pleasing to touch
tongue of a snake..
not slithering and such
but much in the way bewitching
to whomever she host..
Man.
Woman.
truly matters not
Heart of a Harlot..
as a young woman taught..
…many different games on the Devil’s playground…
so happens one day
she desired to straighten and turn from such ways
only to have let another know..
..that to whom would cause such play of the game to unravel…
for that one told another
and...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Jan 2014 4:06am
20th Jan 2014 4:06am
tHe GreAt HaPPeNinG!...
You are born to it…
…amazing how the first breath one takes is just as soon a thing of the past..
….like footsteps in the sand washed away by the shores of time
You breathe. sleep and walk to it
…each breath. rest and step from that day forth is brand new then..
….like footsteps in the sand washed away by the shores of time
Every word from any fingertip or lips speaks to it
…each word spoke or wrote is Soully enjoyed as it is heard or read then..
….like footsteps in the sand washed away by the shores of time..
There is no way to move it....
…amazing how the first breath one takes is just as soon a thing of the past..
….like footsteps in the sand washed away by the shores of time
You breathe. sleep and walk to it
…each breath. rest and step from that day forth is brand new then..
….like footsteps in the sand washed away by the shores of time
Every word from any fingertip or lips speaks to it
…each word spoke or wrote is Soully enjoyed as it is heard or read then..
….like footsteps in the sand washed away by the shores of time..
There is no way to move it....
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STORY POEM
Published
18th Jan 2014 2:42pm
18th Jan 2014 2:42pm
sTraNgE fRuiT…
Tommy had a curiosity
..of sorts he could not scratch
he craved to learn the secret of an elderly man
..of whom would sit on his porch.. puff on his pipe
and smile at each person that passed
many would stop and ask the old man questions
they’d chat.. laugh then go on their way
Tommy had witnessed this scene for many years
and yet never approached the old man
he heard from his neighbors
in no uncertain terms
the old man had an odd sense of humor
yet indeed be the kindest of stranger
..Tommy’s...
..of sorts he could not scratch
he craved to learn the secret of an elderly man
..of whom would sit on his porch.. puff on his pipe
and smile at each person that passed
many would stop and ask the old man questions
they’d chat.. laugh then go on their way
Tommy had witnessed this scene for many years
and yet never approached the old man
he heard from his neighbors
in no uncertain terms
the old man had an odd sense of humor
yet indeed be the kindest of stranger
..Tommy’s...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Jan 2014 4:20pm
10th Jan 2014 4:20pm
LoOk iN tHe MiRRoR…
Gaze upon your reflection…
And tell me darling who is it that you see?
Is she the loving daughter of a father
That you have led yourself to believe?
The same daughter of a mother
That may or may not call you her sweet angel?..
Be you sweet as cotton candy
Or a dye in the wool rebel?..
Are you the dream chaser you think you know
With a belly filled with ambition?..
Is it not amazing the many masks you wear
Be it freshly bathed.. clean faced
Or painted with colorful gimmicks?
Are you truly the same...
And tell me darling who is it that you see?
Is she the loving daughter of a father
That you have led yourself to believe?
The same daughter of a mother
That may or may not call you her sweet angel?..
Be you sweet as cotton candy
Or a dye in the wool rebel?..
Are you the dream chaser you think you know
With a belly filled with ambition?..
Is it not amazing the many masks you wear
Be it freshly bathed.. clean faced
Or painted with colorful gimmicks?
Are you truly the same...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
8th Jan 2014 2:00pm
8th Jan 2014 2:00pm
ThE pRinCe Of VirTuE
The son of a King
of good measure and God fearing
dared himself upon a quest
to rid the world of all wrong doing..
he would start with the poor
making each equal to Kings
in his sight it could only be right
as the grace of the Lord had so planned for his destiny
it so happen one day on his want to survey
distant lands of which he would make such plan of change
while crossing a passing
strong winds and thunderous crashing
of tall timbers and limbs met the fate of all his companions..
after questioning of the Lord
and...
of good measure and God fearing
dared himself upon a quest
to rid the world of all wrong doing..
he would start with the poor
making each equal to Kings
in his sight it could only be right
as the grace of the Lord had so planned for his destiny
it so happen one day on his want to survey
distant lands of which he would make such plan of change
while crossing a passing
strong winds and thunderous crashing
of tall timbers and limbs met the fate of all his companions..
after questioning of the Lord
and...
768 reads
4 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
5th Jan 2014 5:12am
5th Jan 2014 5:12am
ThE yOuNg PaiNtEr..
A young painter approached his mother then exclaimed..
‘I wish i could have been Leonardo Devinci..’
His mother chuckled a little and said..
‘what if I were to tell you that you were Leonardo at one time..
and now you are someone else? ..’
A grimaced look produced on the young man’s face and he all but lashed out..
‘mother! .. please spare me your mystic mumble jumble..
I mean that I want to be a world renowned artist..
one that the world looks up to and admires..’
Hearing her son’s longing desire she thought to ask..
‘which would you...
‘I wish i could have been Leonardo Devinci..’
His mother chuckled a little and said..
‘what if I were to tell you that you were Leonardo at one time..
and now you are someone else? ..’
A grimaced look produced on the young man’s face and he all but lashed out..
‘mother! .. please spare me your mystic mumble jumble..
I mean that I want to be a world renowned artist..
one that the world looks up to and admires..’
Hearing her son’s longing desire she thought to ask..
‘which would you...
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