Submissions by SweetOblivion
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I love quirky imagery painted in sleek words. Subtle, witty, descriptive verses are my favourite. Poetic discipline and control have parts to play; as do regular visits to the gorgeous ink shop .
Autumn Groves
When grasses have been scythed and nettles blanched
A naked drive is welcomed in this wood;
Although the oaks and birches have advanced
A few feet further, as such tall trees should
After long summers, with that splendid sun
That shone down on them, as they grew in strength;
But, now their leaves are fallen, they've begun
To rot and wither and to mulch at length;
The last plants creep in shadow as the wind
Blows up a storm of nettles, leaves and grass;
But, standing on the footplate, she won't mind;
She'll focus on...
A naked drive is welcomed in this wood;
Although the oaks and birches have advanced
A few feet further, as such tall trees should
After long summers, with that splendid sun
That shone down on them, as they grew in strength;
But, now their leaves are fallen, they've begun
To rot and wither and to mulch at length;
The last plants creep in shadow as the wind
Blows up a storm of nettles, leaves and grass;
But, standing on the footplate, she won't mind;
She'll focus on...
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A few leaves
A few leaves still remain: is their intent
To stay there through the winter? Do they dare
To hold themselves supine and quite content?
They decorate the garden and don't care
That they will feel the frost and then the pinch
Of winter, as it cools the darkened earth
As nature chills; then even sluts may flinch,
When they are told that it's more than they're worth
For them to stay indoors, when they can find
The bare bark of a tree to rest against,
And to caress, while master is inclined
To warm well with a whip, that really paints
A...
To stay there through the winter? Do they dare
To hold themselves supine and quite content?
They decorate the garden and don't care
That they will feel the frost and then the pinch
Of winter, as it cools the darkened earth
As nature chills; then even sluts may flinch,
When they are told that it's more than they're worth
For them to stay indoors, when they can find
The bare bark of a tree to rest against,
And to caress, while master is inclined
To warm well with a whip, that really paints
A...
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Eternity
1104 reads
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Crumbs
960 reads
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Sanctity
935 reads
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Flesh
1018 reads
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Just Thoughts
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You Know
He'll have her. Know, he rather like her shy:
She's rather like a faun, that he will hunt;
She's learnt he likes to catch her so she'll cry
Her eyes out; she'll forgive him if he's blunt,
Expressing himself crudely - no offence
Is taken for she responds to control;
And she's aware that all the implements
He suggests, with a glacial stare, mean sole
Ownership's essential to his quest;
A faun, whose limpid flanks are striped without
Permission, ensures seconds of the rest
Will foul the stall he'd make for her and rout
All pleasant...
She's rather like a faun, that he will hunt;
She's learnt he likes to catch her so she'll cry
Her eyes out; she'll forgive him if he's blunt,
Expressing himself crudely - no offence
Is taken for she responds to control;
And she's aware that all the implements
He suggests, with a glacial stare, mean sole
Ownership's essential to his quest;
A faun, whose limpid flanks are striped without
Permission, ensures seconds of the rest
Will foul the stall he'd make for her and rout
All pleasant...
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Tearing his words apart
She tears his words apart and, when they're ripped
Into fine shreds, she sees there's little deep;
It is as if, by tearing them, she stripped
The clothing from his form but, now, can't keep
Her eyes off him; her curiosity
Is roused and cannot just be left alone,
(Officially and properly of course);
I really trust these thoughts won't make her moan
In all that darkness, when the finding force
Majeure demands she must respond again,
Intrigued, ready for war; she's piqued anew,
Let words slip by, quite softly, as a rain
Of pithy answers rips once...
Into fine shreds, she sees there's little deep;
It is as if, by tearing them, she stripped
The clothing from his form but, now, can't keep
Her eyes off him; her curiosity
Is roused and cannot just be left alone,
(Officially and properly of course);
I really trust these thoughts won't make her moan
In all that darkness, when the finding force
Majeure demands she must respond again,
Intrigued, ready for war; she's piqued anew,
Let words slip by, quite softly, as a rain
Of pithy answers rips once...
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Patterns
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Dense Nights
She sleeps through nights so dense it's hard to make
Her out upon the bed, when there's no light;
Who needs illumination? Dusk can take
The woman on the sheets. Why should she fight
Against her dreams, as all her aspirations
Belong to him, exactly as he'd choose?
Devoting little guile to expectations,
He knows she'll spread when sleeping. The abuse
That he'll mete out is all the vile bitch needs
To keep her sweet, with tears to help her rest
Upon her laurels, since he soon exceeds
The darkness in the denseness of his acts ...
Her out upon the bed, when there's no light;
Who needs illumination? Dusk can take
The woman on the sheets. Why should she fight
Against her dreams, as all her aspirations
Belong to him, exactly as he'd choose?
Devoting little guile to expectations,
He knows she'll spread when sleeping. The abuse
That he'll mete out is all the vile bitch needs
To keep her sweet, with tears to help her rest
Upon her laurels, since he soon exceeds
The darkness in the denseness of his acts ...
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A Different Light
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