Submissions by Soul_Man_Ken
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
A seeker of truth in an age of lies
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
1st Oct 2012 6:34pm
1st Oct 2012 6:34pm
The Shit that Killed Elvis
I kept a decent supply of premium kind bud (KB) hidden in a closet as I would indulge some weekends. Never one to smoke much, I would eat a pinch or make herb butter with it. My buzz would last 8+ hours and was more like tripping on LSD. Unlike most stereotypical highs, I found a surge of energy as well as a depleted appetite. How many times I would be cooking a pot of gumbo, jambalaya or corn/crab bisque, then eat a pinch of bud and as a result not eat any of my food until the next day. This particular crop was the best I had since Amsterdam years earlier. My lifelong close friend, Dr. Jim...
1191 reads
12 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Sep 2012 4:14pm
18th Sep 2012 4:14pm
Moonlit Dancing
Sweet Lady of the Moon
adorn the waking hour
with your golden graces
and the ballad of your story
Your gentle intensity beckons
a walk along the trail
of discoveries hidden
in the quiet peaceful still
The heavens become your dance floor
the moon your spotlight
on life's center stage
turned the stars
into drizzled droplets
of dazzling diamonds
Laughter of children tickles your lips
till you are smiling stars
reflecting brightness
into the island of your iris
of crystal blue waters ...
adorn the waking hour
with your golden graces
and the ballad of your story
Your gentle intensity beckons
a walk along the trail
of discoveries hidden
in the quiet peaceful still
The heavens become your dance floor
the moon your spotlight
on life's center stage
turned the stars
into drizzled droplets
of dazzling diamonds
Laughter of children tickles your lips
till you are smiling stars
reflecting brightness
into the island of your iris
of crystal blue waters ...
1134 reads
24 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Sep 2012 1:29pm
14th Sep 2012 1:29pm
Undone
The heart sinks
sun beneath rim of horizon
lost beneath the line
the one crossed
leaving me behind
left as shattered glass
shards cut and tear
bleeding of all I know
stain the page scarlet
the edges pierce
cutting through crimson lines
upon palms spread slow
the need to breath
but busied hands
stifle the exhale
affection merely a suggestion
feelings ended where touch began
lost was the day colors fade
...
sun beneath rim of horizon
lost beneath the line
the one crossed
leaving me behind
left as shattered glass
shards cut and tear
bleeding of all I know
stain the page scarlet
the edges pierce
cutting through crimson lines
upon palms spread slow
the need to breath
but busied hands
stifle the exhale
affection merely a suggestion
feelings ended where touch began
lost was the day colors fade
...
1158 reads
30 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Sep 2012 7:11am
11th Sep 2012 7:11am
Twilight
(inspired by Rachel's "INTERPRETATION" competition). The painting is mine.
Sketches of your radiance
at times find their way
into the corners of my pages.
Subconscious stencils of you
that form beauty without
a trace of effort.
The calligraphy of my emotions
tells of the tales
of times when thoughts of you
turned into hypnotized poetry
holding my words in a trance
penned with the ink of remembrance.
The motion picture of me
fast forwards to moments captured
like a seven second day dream.
...
Sketches of your radiance
at times find their way
into the corners of my pages.
Subconscious stencils of you
that form beauty without
a trace of effort.
The calligraphy of my emotions
tells of the tales
of times when thoughts of you
turned into hypnotized poetry
holding my words in a trance
penned with the ink of remembrance.
The motion picture of me
fast forwards to moments captured
like a seven second day dream.
...
969 reads
19 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Sep 2012 4:49pm
8th Sep 2012 4:49pm
Like aging a cheap Shiraz
Some call it ego
this self, this stance
rigid arms across the chest
protecting the fragility of our soul
strengthening our resilience
We are armored
when we should be strolling
through Yosemite
with skin and mind exposed
touching the earth's offspring
breathing deep
with unfettered anticipation
and bow shaped ribs
We choose defense over understanding
complicate instead of simplify
proud till we are but a facade
missing the joy of living
Regret is the only presence
enveloping us
and...
this self, this stance
rigid arms across the chest
protecting the fragility of our soul
strengthening our resilience
We are armored
when we should be strolling
through Yosemite
with skin and mind exposed
touching the earth's offspring
breathing deep
with unfettered anticipation
and bow shaped ribs
We choose defense over understanding
complicate instead of simplify
proud till we are but a facade
missing the joy of living
Regret is the only presence
enveloping us
and...
847 reads
10 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
7th Sep 2012 2:39pm
7th Sep 2012 2:39pm
Sip of Echoes
Holding delicately
in one hand as pouty lips extend
A glass of old vine red
swirling a bit through sultry legs
Slowly in this sip of echoes
Drowning out obscurities
a complete recollection of whispers
Knees weaken and tremble
through a down feather bed of melting bliss
To which sense
is most tasteful
Of this fragrant bouquet
collapsing now
Left in dreams which inspire
through a slumbering whispered daze
in one hand as pouty lips extend
A glass of old vine red
swirling a bit through sultry legs
Slowly in this sip of echoes
Drowning out obscurities
a complete recollection of whispers
Knees weaken and tremble
through a down feather bed of melting bliss
To which sense
is most tasteful
Of this fragrant bouquet
collapsing now
Left in dreams which inspire
through a slumbering whispered daze
1069 reads
10 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
5th Sep 2012 1:55am
5th Sep 2012 1:55am
Saturday Night Dream
Standing under a bruised sky
something less than blue
The emptiness is
sunken silence
longing to escape
the damages of night
and the ruin of stars
Tear a piece of the dark
mold it my own
Saturated by brokencloud spill
barefoot walk on wet streets
the press and push of feel.
Escaping corners
to find the in between
Shadows fold upon shadows
searching for the light
Somehow liquid still finds the way
through tight spaces of my walls
Buried in the corpses of poems
bones pierce the flesh of my...
something less than blue
The emptiness is
sunken silence
longing to escape
the damages of night
and the ruin of stars
Tear a piece of the dark
mold it my own
Saturated by brokencloud spill
barefoot walk on wet streets
the press and push of feel.
Escaping corners
to find the in between
Shadows fold upon shadows
searching for the light
Somehow liquid still finds the way
through tight spaces of my walls
Buried in the corpses of poems
bones pierce the flesh of my...
1070 reads
14 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
4th Sep 2012 00:32am
4th Sep 2012 00:32am
Stained Skin
The kiss and press of syllables
caught between the breath and stare
Immersed in the flow over lips
whose parting causes
the shiver
Trace the outline of your words
running fingertips over quivering peaks
Stain the skin
with soul imprint
Your voice is the wind upon the walls that stirs the silk and warms the chill
Taste with me the spill of moon and heat of stars
To etch
that which
remains
Scratch is flint to stone
spark
sacrifice of verse on eager skin
A sacred fire will not consume...
caught between the breath and stare
Immersed in the flow over lips
whose parting causes
the shiver
Trace the outline of your words
running fingertips over quivering peaks
Stain the skin
with soul imprint
Your voice is the wind upon the walls that stirs the silk and warms the chill
Taste with me the spill of moon and heat of stars
To etch
that which
remains
Scratch is flint to stone
spark
sacrifice of verse on eager skin
A sacred fire will not consume...
1685 reads
22 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Sep 2012 3:32pm
2nd Sep 2012 3:32pm
The Dance
For the Interpretation competition. This painting of mine was a survivor of Hurricane Katrina. Almost a week after the devastation, the friend that had it in their home found it a few blocks away in a ditch as they returned. They had over 9' of water in their home and had to demolish and rebuild. This is one of the few remaining items. I took the picture after the rescue and you can see the water marks on the canvas.
As The Clock Struck Midnight…
(What my soul said to me)
Come dance and in your meekness find strength
Noble are you that...
As The Clock Struck Midnight…
(What my soul said to me)
Come dance and in your meekness find strength
Noble are you that...
1219 reads
16 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
27th Aug 2012 5:38pm
27th Aug 2012 5:38pm
Seaspun Friendship
A beckoning
yearning
Souls refuge
purest intentions
more than an escape.
Whether tears, giggles, victories or hurts
I listen, not just hear.
Ginger-hued parchment sky
clouds slashed with brushstrokes
of cranberry stain
and violet dye
cerulean blue
passionate artist hue.
A beauty piercing
as a lightning strike
slicing one in two
intensity with
fireflame blue.
Here the soul is warmed
and fed
even the air
grateful for the chance
to share it's
windswept breath.
Salt tipped...
yearning
Souls refuge
purest intentions
more than an escape.
Whether tears, giggles, victories or hurts
I listen, not just hear.
Ginger-hued parchment sky
clouds slashed with brushstrokes
of cranberry stain
and violet dye
cerulean blue
passionate artist hue.
A beauty piercing
as a lightning strike
slicing one in two
intensity with
fireflame blue.
Here the soul is warmed
and fed
even the air
grateful for the chance
to share it's
windswept breath.
Salt tipped...
1430 reads
36 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
26th Aug 2012 00:25am
26th Aug 2012 00:25am
Maggie May
My daughter, Margaret "Maggie" May's birthday is tomorrow. She "felt" the music early on as you see. I am proud of her accomplishments in life. I am MOST proud of her compassionate giving.
The smallest moments pass on by
if we look ahead its history
Can the pot say to the potter
why did you create me this way
Can the sun say to the earth
should I shine again today
You've trekked the world to freely give
offering hands and smiles to those in need
you laugh and remind me you're older now
yes, and...
The smallest moments pass on by
if we look ahead its history
Can the pot say to the potter
why did you create me this way
Can the sun say to the earth
should I shine again today
You've trekked the world to freely give
offering hands and smiles to those in need
you laugh and remind me you're older now
yes, and...
1153 reads
21 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Aug 2012 2:31am
21st Aug 2012 2:31am
White Capped Laughter
Longing eases as tip of toe
softly touches water
ripples in it's wake
scent of nature
surrounds as
breeze envelops me
eyes close in
contentment
dragonflies skitter
soft splash of
feet
tickle the lake
its belly
white capped
laughter
a smile touches my lips
giving and receiving
without pause
on my back
how the sun
loves the clouds
they hide her
secrets
and giggle in reprise
arms outstretched
I feel I could
hug the world
give unto others...
softly touches water
ripples in it's wake
scent of nature
surrounds as
breeze envelops me
eyes close in
contentment
dragonflies skitter
soft splash of
feet
tickle the lake
its belly
white capped
laughter
a smile touches my lips
giving and receiving
without pause
on my back
how the sun
loves the clouds
they hide her
secrets
and giggle in reprise
arms outstretched
I feel I could
hug the world
give unto others...
857 reads
14 Comments
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