Submissions by Soul_Man_Ken
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
A seeker of truth in an age of lies
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Aug 2012 1:14pm
19th Aug 2012 1:14pm
Star of Anticipation
To hold captivation's soul
within the hands,
many never receive the gift of awareness.
So easy to look the other way
unforgiving and cold.
Many shoulders
have shrugged and turned.
Peering into the looking glass of self,
easy to see ourselves as others do
instead of as we truly are.
Your soul is stained with tears
(of honest confessions)
I see with clarity,
cherishing the heart from which they flow;
from rivers of joy and of pain
Without question,
COMPASSION...
Every once in a while
in a world...
within the hands,
many never receive the gift of awareness.
So easy to look the other way
unforgiving and cold.
Many shoulders
have shrugged and turned.
Peering into the looking glass of self,
easy to see ourselves as others do
instead of as we truly are.
Your soul is stained with tears
(of honest confessions)
I see with clarity,
cherishing the heart from which they flow;
from rivers of joy and of pain
Without question,
COMPASSION...
Every once in a while
in a world...
1121 reads
14 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
19th Aug 2012 3:35am
19th Aug 2012 3:35am
The Voice of Words
Tracing prints of your lips
the
kiss and taste
the berry gloss smudge
splash of liquid fire
crystal slide through naked fingers
c
r
a
s
h
finding comfort in the slice
Pour
dreams
willing to take the plunge
to drown in your air
Rush of colors, dancing hues
golden spill over uncurled hands
unlace
from that which binds
the vision now freed
Pulling corners of the darkest velvet,
softest slide will catch the roughest edges
...
the
kiss and taste
the berry gloss smudge
splash of liquid fire
crystal slide through naked fingers
c
r
a
s
h
finding comfort in the slice
Pour
dreams
willing to take the plunge
to drown in your air
Rush of colors, dancing hues
golden spill over uncurled hands
unlace
from that which binds
the vision now freed
Pulling corners of the darkest velvet,
softest slide will catch the roughest edges
...
1010 reads
14 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Aug 2012 2:21am
17th Aug 2012 2:21am
Standing Guard
Profound thoughts said with style
Nothing left to beguile
Wicked mind rants lay seize
On a foddered carcass feast
Deceive not the mind to bend or be plied
What you are not all have eyed
Your decepton breeds deeper woe
Turning the knife, twisting slow
Articulate your movements swift
Release the wonder of your gift
Shredding souls with every sift
Lifeless hands reach to lift
Eloquent beauty cloaked with pain
Your kiss and smile licked laced strain...
Nothing left to beguile
Wicked mind rants lay seize
On a foddered carcass feast
Deceive not the mind to bend or be plied
What you are not all have eyed
Your decepton breeds deeper woe
Turning the knife, twisting slow
Articulate your movements swift
Release the wonder of your gift
Shredding souls with every sift
Lifeless hands reach to lift
Eloquent beauty cloaked with pain
Your kiss and smile licked laced strain...
904 reads
12 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Aug 2012 11:19pm
15th Aug 2012 11:19pm
Risk
There is risk involved in everything
Every time we share a smile,
shed a tear,
we open to the possibility of hurt.
Some tread slowly through life
avoiding the closeness risk brings,
side stepping the things not controlled
turning away from those who care too much
care too long
hold too tightly.
There is no easy way to love
can't approach cautiously
no time to arm yourself.
It doesn't care if you turn away
Love is the greatest risk
not reliable, not cautious
Not sympathetic,
It is unprejudiced and merciless....
Every time we share a smile,
shed a tear,
we open to the possibility of hurt.
Some tread slowly through life
avoiding the closeness risk brings,
side stepping the things not controlled
turning away from those who care too much
care too long
hold too tightly.
There is no easy way to love
can't approach cautiously
no time to arm yourself.
It doesn't care if you turn away
Love is the greatest risk
not reliable, not cautious
Not sympathetic,
It is unprejudiced and merciless....
1109 reads
16 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Aug 2012 1:37am
14th Aug 2012 1:37am
Blankets of Us
Upon the watercolor sky
clouds crisscross
white chalk marks
pierced by golden drops
reflected on topaz glass of sea
Sun mirrors itself
the setting;
In me
the unsettling;
skin drinks in saltspun essence of the bay
listening to the wind's echoes
sea song brings me to my knees
Waves long to kiss the shore
the earth recognizes my...
clouds crisscross
white chalk marks
pierced by golden drops
reflected on topaz glass of sea
Sun mirrors itself
the setting;
In me
the unsettling;
skin drinks in saltspun essence of the bay
listening to the wind's echoes
sea song brings me to my knees
Waves long to kiss the shore
the earth recognizes my...
930 reads
16 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
11th Aug 2012 1:27pm
11th Aug 2012 1:27pm
Pondering...
Drawing words in the dirt,
a place of reflection;
mind a swirl of chaos.
Thoughts stretch out like taught wires,
hovering without a net,
footing uncertain, trying to regain life's balance.
The weak hide deep within the earth,
mindless clones clamoring for approval,
forever captive to the bowels of lightless life.
Under the canopy of a tall oak and pine forest,
drinking in the nature that surrounds me,
birds soothe my senses,
serenading.
Autumns fresh scent
fills the...
a place of reflection;
mind a swirl of chaos.
Thoughts stretch out like taught wires,
hovering without a net,
footing uncertain, trying to regain life's balance.
The weak hide deep within the earth,
mindless clones clamoring for approval,
forever captive to the bowels of lightless life.
Under the canopy of a tall oak and pine forest,
drinking in the nature that surrounds me,
birds soothe my senses,
serenading.
Autumns fresh scent
fills the...
1033 reads
16 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
11th Aug 2012 12:51pm
11th Aug 2012 12:51pm
Another day in my dreams
Their lithesome limbs, never tiring from their sensual dance,
As the piper's rhythmical strains puts them in a trance,
From hidden dell and forest grove come licentious dryads,
From mountain streams and pools enter lascivious naiads,
At the bidding of cloven hoofed master they do cavort,
Enjoining with the priapic satyrs in such hedonistic sport.
The reverberations of disorderly moonlit revelry,
Cause men to fear in the woods seeing the devilry,
So they lock themselves in their hovels and taverns
Sojourners seek out sanctuary in gloomy caverns, ...
As the piper's rhythmical strains puts them in a trance,
From hidden dell and forest grove come licentious dryads,
From mountain streams and pools enter lascivious naiads,
At the bidding of cloven hoofed master they do cavort,
Enjoining with the priapic satyrs in such hedonistic sport.
The reverberations of disorderly moonlit revelry,
Cause men to fear in the woods seeing the devilry,
So they lock themselves in their hovels and taverns
Sojourners seek out sanctuary in gloomy caverns, ...
976 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Aug 2012 3:01am
9th Aug 2012 3:01am
Diverging Souls
Unchain my heart, you asked me
yet this is not easily done
much like lassoing the moon
once two hearts have begun
The reckoning builds an attachment
not in the way ownership forms
but in a willing stance
captive in each other's essence
colliding as a comet does the atmosphere
What I hold is dear
you shall be in my heart
where ever my journey leads
There are no chains or shackles
you are free to prevail or succumb
My quest is balance in longing
wasn't meant to unchain your heart
free you of the binds that keep you tethered
I...
yet this is not easily done
much like lassoing the moon
once two hearts have begun
The reckoning builds an attachment
not in the way ownership forms
but in a willing stance
captive in each other's essence
colliding as a comet does the atmosphere
What I hold is dear
you shall be in my heart
where ever my journey leads
There are no chains or shackles
you are free to prevail or succumb
My quest is balance in longing
wasn't meant to unchain your heart
free you of the binds that keep you tethered
I...
1009 reads
17 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
5th Aug 2012 00:15am
5th Aug 2012 00:15am
Rainy night in Watkins Glen
returning for you
smiles of my eyes
strong gentle hands
reach and receive
cradle carry my lover
rain soaked night finds two
behind locked doors
raindrops dance on metal frame
drumming matched by expectant hearts
twilight wraps around
wind whirls its twirl
two snaps and a twist
mother nature's muffled shout
moon smiles upon vehicle
bathing it in pour
warmth inside, nights respite
smack and pound in confined space
warm breath nibbles wind-kissed neck
a touch, caress, a gasp, a sigh
outside trees breathe
wind sings...
smiles of my eyes
strong gentle hands
reach and receive
cradle carry my lover
rain soaked night finds two
behind locked doors
raindrops dance on metal frame
drumming matched by expectant hearts
twilight wraps around
wind whirls its twirl
two snaps and a twist
mother nature's muffled shout
moon smiles upon vehicle
bathing it in pour
warmth inside, nights respite
smack and pound in confined space
warm breath nibbles wind-kissed neck
a touch, caress, a gasp, a sigh
outside trees breathe
wind sings...
941 reads
12 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
4th Aug 2012 5:54pm
4th Aug 2012 5:54pm
New Orleans
3536 reads
15 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
31st Jul 2012 2:08pm
31st Jul 2012 2:08pm
Morning's Smile
At the spill of day
flesh dressed in russet ground to dust,
touch
as the elements slide to amber stain
With this earthly palette
grind
mix
blend
find
the colors of longing
Beyond definition,
between all lines and over the curves
a need to know
meaning
Inhabiting spaces to dwell
curl in every inch
of frame, circle and corner
Foundation
Stretching this canvas to feel your turn
as oil
moves
across me
brush whispers to move
over and through me
Finger curl to capture your stare...
flesh dressed in russet ground to dust,
touch
as the elements slide to amber stain
With this earthly palette
grind
mix
blend
find
the colors of longing
Beyond definition,
between all lines and over the curves
a need to know
meaning
Inhabiting spaces to dwell
curl in every inch
of frame, circle and corner
Foundation
Stretching this canvas to feel your turn
as oil
moves
across me
brush whispers to move
over and through me
Finger curl to capture your stare...
1059 reads
15 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
29th Jul 2012 8:43pm
29th Jul 2012 8:43pm
Hiding in Trees
The beauty of her mother's smile
the vibrant blue of her eyes
little girl sees it less than more
beyond her years, so wise
The shimmering of the morning sun
reflecting on rippling waves
the footprints on the sand she makes
mom dare not misbehave
The rustle of the tall green trees
the beautiful song of a bird
it flies overhead, stretching its wings
the cries of abuse unheard
Dreading bedtime's unleashed fear
reality she shouldn't know
arguments brewing, the sound of a fist
as mommy takes another blow
Burying...
the vibrant blue of her eyes
little girl sees it less than more
beyond her years, so wise
The shimmering of the morning sun
reflecting on rippling waves
the footprints on the sand she makes
mom dare not misbehave
The rustle of the tall green trees
the beautiful song of a bird
it flies overhead, stretching its wings
the cries of abuse unheard
Dreading bedtime's unleashed fear
reality she shouldn't know
arguments brewing, the sound of a fist
as mommy takes another blow
Burying...
849 reads
20 Comments
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