Submissions by RevolutionAL (Alistair Plint)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
poe-tree is my home, away from home. I scribble a hell of a lot. some I put here / some I don't. depends how I feel on the day!
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
29th Dec 2012 7:31pm
29th Dec 2012 7:31pm
Tapping Feet And Heels-Pointing-Toes.
These silenced walls
barren
Each flaking
plaster
patch
begs
release
from
the bricks
behind
The paint
is taint
too
A walk through
the door
and
a quick glance
back
at a book
published
in sixty four
Those were the
Brian Adams’
days
Who needs horror
when
the music
is an
original
score
[.]...
barren
Each flaking
plaster
patch
begs
release
from
the bricks
behind
The paint
is taint
too
A walk through
the door
and
a quick glance
back
at a book
published
in sixty four
Those were the
Brian Adams’
days
Who needs horror
when
the music
is an
original
score
[.]...
#identity
#beauty
#politics
#consumerism
#art
846 reads
9 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
4th Dec 2012 2:22pm
4th Dec 2012 2:22pm
icicle .
blindfold
Sally
drapes
the
eager hand
Rope
wrapping
the shoulder
preparation
is the
family name
of
the diminutive
game
androgenic pelt
dance in delight
on the membrane’s
paved
pores
soft
ankles
frisson
in
wait
moist air
smells
of
a quivering
fate
taped to
lust filled
craving
...
Sally
drapes
the
eager hand
Rope
wrapping
the shoulder
preparation
is the
family name
of
the diminutive
game
androgenic pelt
dance in delight
on the membrane’s
paved
pores
soft
ankles
frisson
in
wait
moist air
smells
of
a quivering
fate
taped to
lust filled
craving
...
1194 reads
17 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
28th Nov 2012 9:37am
28th Nov 2012 9:37am
off-spring
Turns out
there is
indeed
One
only
one
reason
to keep
myself
alive
I’ll be working
at it
every-day
every-night
every-second.
-x-
there is
indeed
One
only
one
reason
to keep
myself
alive
I’ll be working
at it
every-day
every-night
every-second.
-x-
829 reads
10 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
21st Nov 2012 12:06pm
21st Nov 2012 12:06pm
Wretched .
Those damn
red-luscious-lips
Ironing board navel
dangling diamante
surrounded
in black ink
roses intertwined
in butterflies
of blue
I loathe those lips
malicious
self righteous lips
that ignite
the teenager in me
Looked down
with
intentional
discontent
Used her
Just used
those lips
to write
this poem-
which is
as pitiable
as the event
as feeble
as the
"I love you" note
found
on the dresser ...
red-luscious-lips
Ironing board navel
dangling diamante
surrounded
in black ink
roses intertwined
in butterflies
of blue
I loathe those lips
malicious
self righteous lips
that ignite
the teenager in me
Looked down
with
intentional
discontent
Used her
Just used
those lips
to write
this poem-
which is
as pitiable
as the event
as feeble
as the
"I love you" note
found
on the dresser ...
904 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Nov 2012 2:54pm
13th Nov 2012 2:54pm
Done It .
The lights dim
just before
the curtain closes
Some take a bow, some curtsy
not that it matters, really
When it’s done, it’s done
They say
"it ain’t over till the fat lady sings"
Never found a truth
in that
Hell, even heard
"the show, must go-on"
nothing there either
Truth is
when it’s packed and done
frocks move to wardrobe
the dressing mirror lights die
We take the walk down
the...
just before
the curtain closes
Some take a bow, some curtsy
not that it matters, really
When it’s done, it’s done
They say
"it ain’t over till the fat lady sings"
Never found a truth
in that
Hell, even heard
"the show, must go-on"
nothing there either
Truth is
when it’s packed and done
frocks move to wardrobe
the dressing mirror lights die
We take the walk down
the...
822 reads
12 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
13th Nov 2012 5:22am
13th Nov 2012 5:22am
Zuma-Ville
There is a zebra that lives in my road;
on the corner a gorilla counts horses
birds sing songs of love on the mud-hut
roof of a lion’s home. Where I live a
cheetah out-runs a kudu, to the beat
of an afrikan drum
I appreciate stepping in elephant dung
People laugh at this
my afrikan drum
I smile
in the knowledge
it is this or
There is a dealer that lives in my road
on the corner, police count bribes
prostitutes sing words of lust ...
on the corner a gorilla counts horses
birds sing songs of love on the mud-hut
roof of a lion’s home. Where I live a
cheetah out-runs a kudu, to the beat
of an afrikan drum
I appreciate stepping in elephant dung
People laugh at this
my afrikan drum
I smile
in the knowledge
it is this or
There is a dealer that lives in my road
on the corner, police count bribes
prostitutes sing words of lust ...
886 reads
9 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
12th Nov 2012 1:26pm
12th Nov 2012 1:26pm
Depro-Maniac
It gets closer
everyday
I can taste it
suffer it
in my
feet
Hell
I feel it
in my scrotum
like a
plastic
cock
in the arse
As time draws
nearer
I see
the bizarre
in her
crushing me
crushing me again
and again
This Is Good
It’d be best to die
a man
made
man
[.]
everyday
I can taste it
suffer it
in my
feet
Hell
I feel it
in my scrotum
like a
plastic
cock
in the arse
As time draws
nearer
I see
the bizarre
in her
crushing me
crushing me again
and again
This Is Good
It’d be best to die
a man
made
man
[.]
#anxiety
#depression
#death
#LifeStruggles
#suicide
1165 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
11th Nov 2012 5:38pm
11th Nov 2012 5:38pm
A new image .
I don’t mind the white walls
or wide open spaces
gives home a
clinical look
and feel
I find the sheets
spreads
pillows
and floor
clean
fairly fashionable
in my head
But the Pyjamas
can’t we have some
colour
on the
pyjamas?
maybe stripes
like Joseph
yes that’ll do
technicolor
or bright
spring flowers
from the garden
or a
polka
dot
or two?
Hell even paisley
will do.
-x-
...
or wide open spaces
gives home a
clinical look
and feel
I find the sheets
spreads
pillows
and floor
clean
fairly fashionable
in my head
But the Pyjamas
can’t we have some
colour
on the
pyjamas?
maybe stripes
like Joseph
yes that’ll do
technicolor
or bright
spring flowers
from the garden
or a
polka
dot
or two?
Hell even paisley
will do.
-x-
...
899 reads
10 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
11th Nov 2012 5:33pm
11th Nov 2012 5:33pm
A night in Chicago .
So I stared at you, and you at me
all for but a short-lived moment.
Your dark locks cascading
over the edge of the pillow.
Back curved, while you sang that
air, in time with the periodic
motion in your hips. Then you cursed
at me.
Thank-God.
Nipples stretching for the heavens. Pelvis
elevated and vibrating. Ankles powerfully
keeping those perfect feet
anchored
to the mattress.
You saw me gaze and gasped the question
"You have a foot fetish"?
Manicured ivory clinching the...
all for but a short-lived moment.
Your dark locks cascading
over the edge of the pillow.
Back curved, while you sang that
air, in time with the periodic
motion in your hips. Then you cursed
at me.
Thank-God.
Nipples stretching for the heavens. Pelvis
elevated and vibrating. Ankles powerfully
keeping those perfect feet
anchored
to the mattress.
You saw me gaze and gasped the question
"You have a foot fetish"?
Manicured ivory clinching the...
1398 reads
10 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
10th Nov 2012 6:27pm
10th Nov 2012 6:27pm
Untitled Poet .
If there was one last dance
sweet-wild-child, it would be with you
my love
breaking the line
untill my feet bled
while the music broke the rhythm
in my head
If one last poem was written
I'd write it for you love
search the metaphors
similes
and alliteration, from the depths
of the heart, till blood no longer circulated
Typing each phrase with so much care
that my fingers would cramp
filling it with so many words
it would challenge the dictionary
If there was...
sweet-wild-child, it would be with you
my love
breaking the line
untill my feet bled
while the music broke the rhythm
in my head
If one last poem was written
I'd write it for you love
search the metaphors
similes
and alliteration, from the depths
of the heart, till blood no longer circulated
Typing each phrase with so much care
that my fingers would cramp
filling it with so many words
it would challenge the dictionary
If there was...
#happiness
#love
#romantic
#admiration
#respect
1239 reads
13 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
9th Nov 2012 7:08pm
9th Nov 2012 7:08pm
Of Bedroom Love Tales .
Scarlet locks, pour over shoulders
reaching the wooden floor
She drops the
white tight satin
Leaving hungry eyes
beholden
on a flawlessly fashioned
figurine
Elevated hands
beg to be touched
Lips locked
Embraced
in the revelation of
seventh heaven
Knotted limbs
seize each other
Grasps get tighter
Breathing leads the pulse
Steps get heavier
Her lips hold
our mouths
together
We’ll dance like
siamese twins ...
reaching the wooden floor
She drops the
white tight satin
Leaving hungry eyes
beholden
on a flawlessly fashioned
figurine
Elevated hands
beg to be touched
Lips locked
Embraced
in the revelation of
seventh heaven
Knotted limbs
seize each other
Grasps get tighter
Breathing leads the pulse
Steps get heavier
Her lips hold
our mouths
together
We’ll dance like
siamese twins ...
#love
#lust
#erotic
1004 reads
10 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Nov 2012 9:49am
8th Nov 2012 9:49am
Ramble In Airwaves .
Dumped the television
only six months
back
It was filling my mind
with scripts
that should be
on the junk heap
in debris
I stroll into work
every morning
filling my throat with caffeine
listening
to the office
chatter
In wonder
of something new
to converse about
Alas that’s wishful thinking
Seems the IQ in this place
spans as far as
Dexter
The humour is as ripe...
only six months
back
It was filling my mind
with scripts
that should be
on the junk heap
in debris
I stroll into work
every morning
filling my throat with caffeine
listening
to the office
chatter
In wonder
of something new
to converse about
Alas that’s wishful thinking
Seems the IQ in this place
spans as far as
Dexter
The humour is as ripe...
#WritingPoetry
#StreamOfConsciousness
963 reads
15 Comments
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