Submissions by RedHot_Peppers
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EROTIC POEM
Published
4th Jan 2014 4:56pm
4th Jan 2014 4:56pm
My pReCioUs HoLy FoUnTaiN..
She my Choctaw..
…my precious Holy Fountain
She smoke that la la la then dance around the tribal fire
our flames grow oh so higher
now we harden Mountain
searching of trail..
…for pleasures we have long been after
our Spirits become one
…in step to tribal drums
can you hear them?
…mhmm
dear Choctaw here I cummm…
there is no sweeter joy
…take hold her waste
tastes of nectar sweet Native drips from her special place..
She in a special place… la la la has her mind
the...
…my precious Holy Fountain
She smoke that la la la then dance around the tribal fire
our flames grow oh so higher
now we harden Mountain
searching of trail..
…for pleasures we have long been after
our Spirits become one
…in step to tribal drums
can you hear them?
…mhmm
dear Choctaw here I cummm…
there is no sweeter joy
…take hold her waste
tastes of nectar sweet Native drips from her special place..
She in a special place… la la la has her mind
the...
686 reads
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
31st Dec 2013 6:38am
31st Dec 2013 6:38am
PeAcE oF MiNd..
there once was an old wise man
that sent his student out into the world
with orders to find Peace of mind..
no more than two years time
the student returned frail in stature
and ghostly of look
falling to his knees
he told his teacher of his lengthy journey
'Teacher.. i have traveled near and far
in search of Peace of mind..
i met she and he.. those and them..
advising me this and that..
..most in ways of praising that and this god..
at last i met a monk on a hill
calm in nature.. kind without words.....
that sent his student out into the world
with orders to find Peace of mind..
no more than two years time
the student returned frail in stature
and ghostly of look
falling to his knees
he told his teacher of his lengthy journey
'Teacher.. i have traveled near and far
in search of Peace of mind..
i met she and he.. those and them..
advising me this and that..
..most in ways of praising that and this god..
at last i met a monk on a hill
calm in nature.. kind without words.....
997 reads
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
27th Dec 2013 7:28pm
27th Dec 2013 7:28pm
ThE TraVeLeR iN sEaRcH oF pArAdiSe..
a very wealthy man once traveled the world in search of Paradise
he not being a religious man had no patience to wait for the Holy Hereafter..
he traveled from this continent to that one
finding many places and much pleasure
though nothing of what he would consider Paradise
nor anything he could not experience or afford from his original land
simply different.. and to himself admitted very beautiful
along his travels he happen to mention his desire to find Paradise to a young dock porter working on the peer of a small island..
...
he not being a religious man had no patience to wait for the Holy Hereafter..
he traveled from this continent to that one
finding many places and much pleasure
though nothing of what he would consider Paradise
nor anything he could not experience or afford from his original land
simply different.. and to himself admitted very beautiful
along his travels he happen to mention his desire to find Paradise to a young dock porter working on the peer of a small island..
...
923 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Dec 2013 2:12pm
24th Dec 2013 2:12pm
QueStiOneD cOnCeRniNg tHe eLLiPseS oF a PoEm..
Poem in question: (Simply for the love of it)
...thought i'd share this FaceBook interaction.
Duke: interesting... could you please explain your use of ellipses?
December 22 at 6:40pm · Like
RH Peppers: hmmm..
pardon my answering your question with a few questions of my own..
if one dances just to impress others..
...will he or she be able to impress all?
...will not such an ego love those it has charmed and subject to spite them who disagree?..
(such a one has much to prove, in so having much to lose: but to each...
...thought i'd share this FaceBook interaction.
Duke: interesting... could you please explain your use of ellipses?
December 22 at 6:40pm · Like
RH Peppers: hmmm..
pardon my answering your question with a few questions of my own..
if one dances just to impress others..
...will he or she be able to impress all?
...will not such an ego love those it has charmed and subject to spite them who disagree?..
(such a one has much to prove, in so having much to lose: but to each...
747 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Dec 2013 12:09pm
21st Dec 2013 12:09pm
SiMpLy fOr ThE LoVe Of iT..
there is nothing to lose nor prove..
..when you dance
..simply for the love of it
..when you play
..simply for the love of it
..for life is a Game that can not be held..
..and with any attempt shall slip through each finger tip..
not a game per say..
for fool heart'd play..
nor to be taken so serious
that one forgets its a game..
the deck of cards is shuffled and mixed
from the lowliest of suit and number
up to the Joker that may play...
..when you dance
..simply for the love of it
..when you play
..simply for the love of it
..for life is a Game that can not be held..
..and with any attempt shall slip through each finger tip..
not a game per say..
for fool heart'd play..
nor to be taken so serious
that one forgets its a game..
the deck of cards is shuffled and mixed
from the lowliest of suit and number
up to the Joker that may play...
676 reads
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
17th Dec 2013 5:56am
17th Dec 2013 5:56am
PlaCe YoUr GrAcE On We..
dear...
Lord i was told that You ease the Soul
well i need help quick
cause i been seeing things that have made my Spirits low..
and every time i think i'm doing that right thing
...things go so wrong..
so here i am
on my knees
all alone
in the dark
singing You this psalm..
..place Your Grace on We...
and Dear Lord..
bless my brothers at arms
overseas fighting enemies
dieing daily to keep our freedoms strong..
..back home politicians sell they soul
in order to gain complete control
of my mind...
Lord i was told that You ease the Soul
well i need help quick
cause i been seeing things that have made my Spirits low..
and every time i think i'm doing that right thing
...things go so wrong..
so here i am
on my knees
all alone
in the dark
singing You this psalm..
..place Your Grace on We...
and Dear Lord..
bless my brothers at arms
overseas fighting enemies
dieing daily to keep our freedoms strong..
..back home politicians sell they soul
in order to gain complete control
of my mind...
833 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Nov 2013 4:08am
3rd Nov 2013 4:08am
SpRinKleD bY a BumBle bEE
life was strange to me
before i was frequently visited by a BumbleBee
from the very first moment He sprinkled me
Truths in Life became simple
though conflicted in contrast with my reality..
i would always ask questions
as He buzz'd around my head
unsteady and awkward
but seemingly without a care
the words He spoke to me
were profound and in ways i never heard
yet seeming to never have control of His flight
one would think..
...He should fly with the grace of a humming bird...
one day i asked of Him.....
before i was frequently visited by a BumbleBee
from the very first moment He sprinkled me
Truths in Life became simple
though conflicted in contrast with my reality..
i would always ask questions
as He buzz'd around my head
unsteady and awkward
but seemingly without a care
the words He spoke to me
were profound and in ways i never heard
yet seeming to never have control of His flight
one would think..
...He should fly with the grace of a humming bird...
one day i asked of Him.....
660 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Oct 2013 6:30am
13th Oct 2013 6:30am
PaVeD WiTh gOoD iNteNtiOnS..
Father told me to write for all it’s worth
so with these two hands I plant my seed in what I hope to be fertile soil..
that my labor produce fruitful Works.. AMEN!
my Ethnicity is Life
my skin is Purple.
Black and White spotted..
Native Red and Yellow stripes..
living in a land infested by an infection that keeps each of a single color divided
this illness has deep roots..
and is pumped into the mind of its victim… through their very own ears and eyes…
spoon fed...
so with these two hands I plant my seed in what I hope to be fertile soil..
that my labor produce fruitful Works.. AMEN!
my Ethnicity is Life
my skin is Purple.
Black and White spotted..
Native Red and Yellow stripes..
living in a land infested by an infection that keeps each of a single color divided
this illness has deep roots..
and is pumped into the mind of its victim… through their very own ears and eyes…
spoon fed...
808 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Oct 2013 6:04pm
6th Oct 2013 6:04pm
StRiFe...
Dear Father
Keeper of Time and all that can be Measured
i bow at your feet this morning..
...that i may speak with You of Strife
an infection welding its way through Your children's very fabric
as a hot thinly molded piece of steel
creates division in its role as a butter knife...
Father, why such Strife?...
...feels like i'm programmed to ask such a question
Lord. You Know me...
...gave me eyes to see..
i'd have to be blind or a lie
if i...
Keeper of Time and all that can be Measured
i bow at your feet this morning..
...that i may speak with You of Strife
an infection welding its way through Your children's very fabric
as a hot thinly molded piece of steel
creates division in its role as a butter knife...
Father, why such Strife?...
...feels like i'm programmed to ask such a question
Lord. You Know me...
...gave me eyes to see..
i'd have to be blind or a lie
if i...
1400 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
1st Jul 2013 1:58pm
1st Jul 2013 1:58pm
MonSta..
Hello DU Family pardon my absence. have been busy behind the scenes. this is an excerpt from my one of my plays called 'MONSTA'... hope you enjoy... 8^/Red
now if ur thinking im a MonSta
you should have met my Daddy...
an old pimp nicca..
in love with him some Caddys
he use to roll me shotgun
i learned his walk and his talk
that's why i swag when i step..
his partnas call me young Pep..
...his hoes would call me Junior
a few had even told me
...if i were older what they would...
now if ur thinking im a MonSta
you should have met my Daddy...
an old pimp nicca..
in love with him some Caddys
he use to roll me shotgun
i learned his walk and his talk
that's why i swag when i step..
his partnas call me young Pep..
...his hoes would call me Junior
a few had even told me
...if i were older what they would...
929 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st May 2013 2:31pm
21st May 2013 2:31pm
PreCioUs MoMenTs..
The nature of Nature isn’t one of forgiveness
She is the pure Blessing..
As well as the Curse..
She is..
Kind
Gentle
Mothering..
As Queen of the pride
She is equally as fierce..
When time becomes Time
She walks where the Sun and Moon align..
She is but a slave to this math..
Be it to fertilize an open field to set way for growth..
Or to destroy a path and retract that which is already made beautiful..
..But a key that unlocks due course..
….in Due Time…
Her pace is an off-beat rhythm.....
She is the pure Blessing..
As well as the Curse..
She is..
Kind
Gentle
Mothering..
As Queen of the pride
She is equally as fierce..
When time becomes Time
She walks where the Sun and Moon align..
She is but a slave to this math..
Be it to fertilize an open field to set way for growth..
Or to destroy a path and retract that which is already made beautiful..
..But a key that unlocks due course..
….in Due Time…
Her pace is an off-beat rhythm.....
780 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th May 2013 3:49am
13th May 2013 3:49am
EaCh OnE. ReaCh oNe. teAcH OnE!..
(contest entry question): How things can change to suit MY ‘right’ in society??? oO
If at all possible of this not sounding strange..
..be it my will this present state remain the same..
Hmmm..
..maybe that was worded wrong..
..i say let it be what it is..
For one may wish to change the direction of a storm..
But is it better that it tare down the neighbors picket fence?
If I asked for peace would it squelch one’s grief….when tragedy knocks on the door? ...
If at all possible of this not sounding strange..
..be it my will this present state remain the same..
Hmmm..
..maybe that was worded wrong..
..i say let it be what it is..
For one may wish to change the direction of a storm..
But is it better that it tare down the neighbors picket fence?
If I asked for peace would it squelch one’s grief….when tragedy knocks on the door? ...
1043 reads
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