Submissions by ReggiePoet (Reggie)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
An inner passion drives me to the pen, not something that I sought, or thought was mine; and it was very late in my life when I found my joy in meter and in rhyme!
LOVE POEM
Published
10th Feb 2019 1:31pm
10th Feb 2019 1:31pm
Night's Illusion
a quatern
The night’s illusion, pain thereof;
My suffering is not for sale!
Why is your sense of courtly love
to torture me beyond the pale?
My protest, neutered, by your pride
The night’s illusion, pain thereof;
My tongue, the stallion that you ride
To mock the semblance of true love!
In life, your gentle heart behooves
But in my dreams, you dominate
The night’s illusion, pain thereof;
My flesh is roasting on your grate.
My masculinity, subdued,
In dreamscape proffered, just because
Your warmth...
The night’s illusion, pain thereof;
My suffering is not for sale!
Why is your sense of courtly love
to torture me beyond the pale?
My protest, neutered, by your pride
The night’s illusion, pain thereof;
My tongue, the stallion that you ride
To mock the semblance of true love!
In life, your gentle heart behooves
But in my dreams, you dominate
The night’s illusion, pain thereof;
My flesh is roasting on your grate.
My masculinity, subdued,
In dreamscape proffered, just because
Your warmth...
#lust
#dreams
#BDSM #rhyming
#BDSM #rhyming
435 reads
6 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
9th Feb 2019 2:23am
9th Feb 2019 2:23am
The Mallard
a story, in verse,
with my apologies to Edgar Allen Poe,
and to anyone with a fetish for popcorn,
or spinsters,
or ducks
Once upon a May’s day, cheery, as I pondered, gay but weary,
Weary from the din of ducks amassing near my backyard door.
While I nodded, noontime-napping, dreaming that I heard some quacking,
Mallard drake was gently quacking, quacking at my backyard door.
“He’s just looking for a handout, quacking at my backyard door.
...
with my apologies to Edgar Allen Poe,
and to anyone with a fetish for popcorn,
or spinsters,
or ducks
Once upon a May’s day, cheery, as I pondered, gay but weary,
Weary from the din of ducks amassing near my backyard door.
While I nodded, noontime-napping, dreaming that I heard some quacking,
Mallard drake was gently quacking, quacking at my backyard door.
“He’s just looking for a handout, quacking at my backyard door.
...
#rhyming
#funny
#dirty #EdgarAllanPoe
#dirty #EdgarAllanPoe
1064 reads
9 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2019 11:20pm
22nd Jan 2019 11:20pm
Camp Fire
Sonoma’s hot Diablo Wind
Sure ain’t no gentle breeze!
It stripped our bones of charbroiled skin
And vaporized the trees
Our village was reduced to dust
The carnage is complete
Anything that won’t combust
Just melted in the street
Was it worth the pretty view?
Or profits from our wine?
Sonoma earned my last adieu,
I’m sick of burning pine!
Eighty souls were lost that day
While criminals run free—
Pacific Gas refused to pay
By faking bankruptcy!
Sure ain’t no gentle breeze!
It stripped our bones of charbroiled skin
And vaporized the trees
Our village was reduced to dust
The carnage is complete
Anything that won’t combust
Just melted in the street
Was it worth the pretty view?
Or profits from our wine?
Sonoma earned my last adieu,
I’m sick of burning pine!
Eighty souls were lost that day
While criminals run free—
Pacific Gas refused to pay
By faking bankruptcy!
#anger
#corruption
#nature #rhyming
#nature #rhyming
384 reads
2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
21st Jan 2019 3:12pm
21st Jan 2019 3:12pm
Sacred Cow
Of course, like all, I wish to heal
My mind, from all the wounds
Imparted by the world’s raw deal
But remedies elude
Since the apple, suffering
pervades our universe
We humans keep on bustling
In spite of Heaven’s Curse!
The “Fix” was offered long ago,
For all, not just those “In”
It’s not what, but who you know
Eternity’s linchpin
Even though I know it’s true
(Although, I don’t know how)
My debt continues to accrue
It’s my sacred cow
My mind, from all the wounds
Imparted by the world’s raw deal
But remedies elude
Since the apple, suffering
pervades our universe
We humans keep on bustling
In spite of Heaven’s Curse!
The “Fix” was offered long ago,
For all, not just those “In”
It’s not what, but who you know
Eternity’s linchpin
Even though I know it’s true
(Although, I don’t know how)
My debt continues to accrue
It’s my sacred cow
#regret
#SelfReflection
440 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
19th Jan 2019 3:55pm
19th Jan 2019 3:55pm
Drenched
after 'Dampened Dreams' by PandoraUnleashed
Love’s apparition compels me toward heaven
A fantasy, shared, during nighttime’s repose
As higher I climb to sate passion’s obsession
My dream, drenched in music my lust has composed!
Awaken, my angel! Your dream, a portent—
Imagined arousal shall be realized!
In my arms, will you share my most tender ascent?
Shall my quill ink your parchment in song, at sunrise?
Love’s apparition compels me toward heaven
A fantasy, shared, during nighttime’s repose
As higher I climb to sate passion’s obsession
My dream, drenched in music my lust has composed!
Awaken, my angel! Your dream, a portent—
Imagined arousal shall be realized!
In my arms, will you share my most tender ascent?
Shall my quill ink your parchment in song, at sunrise?
#erotic
#rhyming
#sensual
580 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
31st Dec 2018 00:00am
31st Dec 2018 00:00am
Happy? New Year
Father Time isn’t passing me by
Without first getting punched in the eye!
I’m too mean to grow old
And I won’t be controlled
By some kook dressed in white with a scythe!
I don’t like Baby New Year much better
That cute little beggar is clever!
Don’t trust his good cheer
It won’t last the whole year
But the hangover seems like forever!
Without first getting punched in the eye!
I’m too mean to grow old
And I won’t be controlled
By some kook dressed in white with a scythe!
I don’t like Baby New Year much better
That cute little beggar is clever!
Don’t trust his good cheer
It won’t last the whole year
But the hangover seems like forever!
#limerick
#aging
#NewYear
405 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Dec 2018 3:03pm
25th Dec 2018 3:03pm
Peace Must Wait
At 4 AM, the toys’ assembly done,
And everything is smuggled into place.
I’m Beat! …although my Battle isn’t won,
To bed! …a little sleep, for now, I'll chase!
By 6 AM, the children burst right in
Rambunctious laughter shocks us both awake
For them, the magic morning just begins
We drag ourselves from bed, just for their sake.
The children leave the house to show their toys
It makes for needed respite from the sound
Of early Christmas morning’s joyous noise
9:30, the first peaceful time we’ve found.
Ironic,...
And everything is smuggled into place.
I’m Beat! …although my Battle isn’t won,
To bed! …a little sleep, for now, I'll chase!
By 6 AM, the children burst right in
Rambunctious laughter shocks us both awake
For them, the magic morning just begins
We drag ourselves from bed, just for their sake.
The children leave the house to show their toys
It makes for needed respite from the sound
Of early Christmas morning’s joyous noise
9:30, the first peaceful time we’ve found.
Ironic,...
#children
#Christmas
#funny #sonnet
#funny #sonnet
380 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Dec 2018 2:02pm
19th Dec 2018 2:02pm
Christmas Brexit
He’s making a list and checking it twice
By doing so, Santa is naughty, not nice!
The European Union has outlawed Christmas
And issued a warrant to arrest old St. Nicholas!
They have deemed the old elf in contravention
Of the General Data Protection Regulation!
The paperwork burden has destroyed Christmas joy
So kids in the EU won’t get any toys!
This is the reason we voted for Brexit—
So Father Christmas can deliver our presents!
By doing so, Santa is naughty, not nice!
The European Union has outlawed Christmas
And issued a warrant to arrest old St. Nicholas!
They have deemed the old elf in contravention
Of the General Data Protection Regulation!
The paperwork burden has destroyed Christmas joy
So kids in the EU won’t get any toys!
This is the reason we voted for Brexit—
So Father Christmas can deliver our presents!
#politics
#Christmas
#rhyming #funny
#rhyming #funny
393 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
14th Dec 2018 10:57pm
14th Dec 2018 10:57pm
The Christmas Dragon
#BDSM
#Christmas
#rhyming
#funny
#dragons
721 reads
5 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
23rd Nov 2018 11:56pm
23rd Nov 2018 11:56pm
The Girl from the Blue Nebulae
The girl from the Blue Nebulae
Brings a message of life, hope, and peace
While ignoring all physical laws
She crosses the parsecs with ease!
Her mission, to heal mankind’s curse
Is a task that no being should bear
We inhabit the same universe
But our sins are unwelcome out there!
Her kind are forgiving, yet just—
While humanity’s sin is renowned
While other worlds turn in disgust
Her people send love so profound!
Sadly, her message was lost
And none of us noticed she cared
After all those...
Brings a message of life, hope, and peace
While ignoring all physical laws
She crosses the parsecs with ease!
Her mission, to heal mankind’s curse
Is a task that no being should bear
We inhabit the same universe
But our sins are unwelcome out there!
Her kind are forgiving, yet just—
While humanity’s sin is renowned
While other worlds turn in disgust
Her people send love so profound!
Sadly, her message was lost
And none of us noticed she cared
After all those...
#sadness
#hope
#rhyming #humankind
#rhyming #humankind
426 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
18th Nov 2018 9:08pm
18th Nov 2018 9:08pm
'Twas the Night Before Christmas in a Cheap Hotel
#BDSM
#Christmas
#rhyming #funny
#rhyming #funny
881 reads
12 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Nov 2018 11:18pm
16th Nov 2018 11:18pm
As I Trod to Town
Twas a frosty morn’ as I trod to town
The path, familiar to my furrowed brow
Against a cold wind, my heated frown,
Annoyed by chill and bearing down,
I stayed my course anyhow!
My reason to venture into the wind—
I have forgotten long years ago.
But through discomfort of self-discipline,
My ego refuses to ever rescind,
‘cause I proudly conquered that snow!
I’ll tell you this story, again and again,
‘till my presence you’ll gladly avoid!
Plain-spoken words with no hint of chagrin ...
The path, familiar to my furrowed brow
Against a cold wind, my heated frown,
Annoyed by chill and bearing down,
I stayed my course anyhow!
My reason to venture into the wind—
I have forgotten long years ago.
But through discomfort of self-discipline,
My ego refuses to ever rescind,
‘cause I proudly conquered that snow!
I’ll tell you this story, again and again,
‘till my presence you’ll gladly avoid!
Plain-spoken words with no hint of chagrin ...
#WritingPoetry
#RobertFrost
430 reads
4 Comments
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