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 .
Spread
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Taking Stock
1027 reads
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Waiting the Word
904 reads
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The Seasons
741 reads
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Out Early
Some may well walk out early - she can crawl
As one well-ordered thing, since sir will set
her world in place, so a cunt gives her all
To satisfy her master, as his pet
Who would aspire to be completely turned
To purposes sir's chosen. He'll dispose
Of her emotion, when she has been burned
Into the shape sir selects; she can close
Her thoughts to other concepts; please insist
These listless avenues, where couch grass grows,
Are not for sir and pet - they'll be dismissed
From any thought they have, when sir creates,
In...
As one well-ordered thing, since sir will set
her world in place, so a cunt gives her all
To satisfy her master, as his pet
Who would aspire to be completely turned
To purposes sir's chosen. He'll dispose
Of her emotion, when she has been burned
Into the shape sir selects; she can close
Her thoughts to other concepts; please insist
These listless avenues, where couch grass grows,
Are not for sir and pet - they'll be dismissed
From any thought they have, when sir creates,
In...
608 reads
2 Comments
September Days
1002 reads
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Playing the whore
884 reads
2 Comments
In the country
When looking at a country setting, some
May see the fields and watch a wandering stream
Meander slow, wondering where it’s come
From; and whether the water is quite clean
Enough to scoop up with their close-cupped hands:
The chillness dripping from their fingertips;
They’ll see the ancient bridge and how it spans
Both pasture and meadow, as the time slips
At a bucolic pace; but sir observes
A place to press her down into the dirt
And have her in the mud of any field;
he’ll take her hard in meadows; it may hurt,
Unless resistance...
May see the fields and watch a wandering stream
Meander slow, wondering where it’s come
From; and whether the water is quite clean
Enough to scoop up with their close-cupped hands:
The chillness dripping from their fingertips;
They’ll see the ancient bridge and how it spans
Both pasture and meadow, as the time slips
At a bucolic pace; but sir observes
A place to press her down into the dirt
And have her in the mud of any field;
he’ll take her hard in meadows; it may hurt,
Unless resistance...
718 reads
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A Great Idea
1079 reads
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Frustration
1139 reads
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Being His
Being his slave what should she do, but wait
Upon the man's desire until he's done
All that he'd do - she would not hesitate
To follow all his orders. He's the one
She'll serve, until she's finally dismissed
To take herself away to lurid dreams;
Know that her service is a form of tryst
Between them, for she so enjoys his schemes;
He plots to use her, forcing her to find
The chains and bonds he'd wrap her in to fit
Her better than the reveries her mind
Would stage, which are played out. She'll sit
And serve and tease and...
Upon the man's desire until he's done
All that he'd do - she would not hesitate
To follow all his orders. He's the one
She'll serve, until she's finally dismissed
To take herself away to lurid dreams;
Know that her service is a form of tryst
Between them, for she so enjoys his schemes;
He plots to use her, forcing her to find
The chains and bonds he'd wrap her in to fit
Her better than the reveries her mind
Would stage, which are played out. She'll sit
And serve and tease and...
923 reads
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Nocturne
916 reads
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