Submissions by Redream
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Jun 2012 8:36pm
13th Jun 2012 8:36pm
Describing God
I admired the way you
Described god so clearly,
While dusting the cold
glass window.
The evening is like that,
Grave and alive, as you
Said. Tall and short,
Nothing to marvel at,
really.
Like a child reading a
Book out loud. Some
Words he gets and
Some are skipped over
entirely
Described god so clearly,
While dusting the cold
glass window.
The evening is like that,
Grave and alive, as you
Said. Tall and short,
Nothing to marvel at,
really.
Like a child reading a
Book out loud. Some
Words he gets and
Some are skipped over
entirely
852 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
13th Jun 2012 3:50pm
13th Jun 2012 3:50pm
Butcher
The garage had once more
Been transformed into a butcher’s shop.
Was I fourteen or nine?
A young man or a boy?
Was it a Sunday?
It was if it adds magnitude.
What happens in a year is forgettable;
What happens in a minute lasts our whole lives.
My father gutting squirrels
Hands me the liquid red knife.
Squeamish, I drop it, and I run.
Been transformed into a butcher’s shop.
Was I fourteen or nine?
A young man or a boy?
Was it a Sunday?
It was if it adds magnitude.
What happens in a year is forgettable;
What happens in a minute lasts our whole lives.
My father gutting squirrels
Hands me the liquid red knife.
Squeamish, I drop it, and I run.
702 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Jun 2012 12:35pm
13th Jun 2012 12:35pm
The Seducer Only Smiles at Himself
There is so much more
Security when everything is naturally
At odds--
Then we do not need to invent ways to
Fill the silence
So unnatural.
Crafts and trees should
All be bells,
They should scream or just echo
Their last brilliant murder.
Dullness is never sought.
We need to
Fly toward the vibrant
Light until unconscious flies.
We need to be stuck in a
Wind tunnel. Though we crave
Control,
Silence we cannot
Master--it breeds in us,
We do not produce in...
Security when everything is naturally
At odds--
Then we do not need to invent ways to
Fill the silence
So unnatural.
Crafts and trees should
All be bells,
They should scream or just echo
Their last brilliant murder.
Dullness is never sought.
We need to
Fly toward the vibrant
Light until unconscious flies.
We need to be stuck in a
Wind tunnel. Though we crave
Control,
Silence we cannot
Master--it breeds in us,
We do not produce in...
548 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
13th Jun 2012 3:45am
13th Jun 2012 3:45am
I Knew You Once
I knew you once
I swear I thought
I did sweet u
and you lying there
worn out little flame
I remember how your
eyes danced with the game
I heard the loud
volume of your body
above your clear
whispering eyes
and the moaning
song of your
voice growing
[In the morning
the light held
you hard and
delicate
as you groaned
your early matins
your angelic body awakened
With a reborn
innocence you rose
in perfect nudity
which like the smell
of incense enhanced...
I swear I thought
I did sweet u
and you lying there
worn out little flame
I remember how your
eyes danced with the game
I heard the loud
volume of your body
above your clear
whispering eyes
and the moaning
song of your
voice growing
[In the morning
the light held
you hard and
delicate
as you groaned
your early matins
your angelic body awakened
With a reborn
innocence you rose
in perfect nudity
which like the smell
of incense enhanced...
732 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
12th Jun 2012 7:31pm
12th Jun 2012 7:31pm
Short Ode
She plays with herself on the bed
The same way she did yesterday
And the day before and before
Her red lace bra lay on the floor
Her panties still on rubs the
Back of her hand while she
Picks up her pace taking pictures
For the consumption of total
Strangers who will stroke
Themselves to her look of complete
Ecstasy lost in her own hole and
Memory glossy lips black eyelash
and auburn trimmed pubic hair
She does not seek satisfaction
Unconcerned with your gratification
Not looking to make any real connection
She only wants to...
The same way she did yesterday
And the day before and before
Her red lace bra lay on the floor
Her panties still on rubs the
Back of her hand while she
Picks up her pace taking pictures
For the consumption of total
Strangers who will stroke
Themselves to her look of complete
Ecstasy lost in her own hole and
Memory glossy lips black eyelash
and auburn trimmed pubic hair
She does not seek satisfaction
Unconcerned with your gratification
Not looking to make any real connection
She only wants to...
930 reads
4 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
12th Jun 2012 4:04pm
12th Jun 2012 4:04pm
Sonnet
"It teases eternally, then suddenly fades and dies."
The old motif. The skull king with the laural crown.
The eternal thrill of supplication and ill.
Braun set out to slay his dragon on top his knoll
Abandoned by his fiddlers,
Assaulted by his butler,
Robbed by his cook and heir.
The hunger fields where the jackal lays listening.
The white horse mounted by cancer
And starvation. The globe rolls,
The violins play on, the actors act,
The good thief has come again.
Braun bows low at old god's alter.
Weighs memories on...
The old motif. The skull king with the laural crown.
The eternal thrill of supplication and ill.
Braun set out to slay his dragon on top his knoll
Abandoned by his fiddlers,
Assaulted by his butler,
Robbed by his cook and heir.
The hunger fields where the jackal lays listening.
The white horse mounted by cancer
And starvation. The globe rolls,
The violins play on, the actors act,
The good thief has come again.
Braun bows low at old god's alter.
Weighs memories on...
653 reads
1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
11th Jun 2012 2:56am
11th Jun 2012 2:56am
Interests
He likes them in skirts and in night slips
He likes them glowing in moonlight
He likes them in point of view
He likes them in public parks
He likes Americans, French, and Russians
He likes them in knee highs
He likes oiled breasts and beads of sweat
He likes it when they smile into the camera at him
He likes the wet drops
He likes them when they go down and on top
He likes them in all possible perversions in bending positions
He likes them glowing in moonlight
He likes them in point of view
He likes them in public parks
He likes Americans, French, and Russians
He likes them in knee highs
He likes oiled breasts and beads of sweat
He likes it when they smile into the camera at him
He likes the wet drops
He likes them when they go down and on top
He likes them in all possible perversions in bending positions
733 reads
1 Comment
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