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 .
Cant
Her ears detect the instant, when the lapse
Of clever intercession on his part,
Gives way to silence or a paused “perhaps”,
She smiles to see this horse before the cart
Of all his clever logic – there’s the proof
That she is who she is; and this dictates
The fact that she must submit to his truth
And to his lewd perversity; this grates
Upon her faculty and, yet, she’ll hold
Her argument and will not interrupt
The prescient silence; let him be quite bold
And then regain the stage; let him corrupt
Her youthful, innocence with his...
Of clever intercession on his part,
Gives way to silence or a paused “perhaps”,
She smiles to see this horse before the cart
Of all his clever logic – there’s the proof
That she is who she is; and this dictates
The fact that she must submit to his truth
And to his lewd perversity; this grates
Upon her faculty and, yet, she’ll hold
Her argument and will not interrupt
The prescient silence; let him be quite bold
And then regain the stage; let him corrupt
Her youthful, innocence with his...
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to Lola
He’d hoped that hearing some of what she'd heard,
The night she died, before the music ended,
Might somehow help his broken life be mended;
And let him comprehend all that occurred:
A single bullet to her chest incurred
From terroristic wrath; they were descended
From migrants who were hosted and befriended
In suburbs, where the racists once preferred
Their absence; but this absence makes him think
Of living without her, throughout his days;
It makes him realise, despite the time
He gives to memorials, he cannot link
Himself to that...
The night she died, before the music ended,
Might somehow help his broken life be mended;
And let him comprehend all that occurred:
A single bullet to her chest incurred
From terroristic wrath; they were descended
From migrants who were hosted and befriended
In suburbs, where the racists once preferred
Their absence; but this absence makes him think
Of living without her, throughout his days;
It makes him realise, despite the time
He gives to memorials, he cannot link
Himself to that...
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Call her wh*re
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Heeding the tread
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A letter from the pet
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Dear Sir...
1146 reads
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Sliding Into Place
#lust
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Vulnerability
These gloomy afternoons, they never change
It’s all so grey – this is just how things are;
Life’s full of listless shadows, like a bar
Where the bar staff seem dormant: who’d arrange
A brackish pint for drying lips? It’s strange
How sounds that seemed so welcoming, now scar
The mind – such revelry just seems to mar
The chill of winter sunshine; both may drain
The colour from her face; but she’s pushed back
Within a moment, having been exposed
And bedded above drinkers; this back room
Provides a respite, but, soon, the firm smack
Of governance...
It’s all so grey – this is just how things are;
Life’s full of listless shadows, like a bar
Where the bar staff seem dormant: who’d arrange
A brackish pint for drying lips? It’s strange
How sounds that seemed so welcoming, now scar
The mind – such revelry just seems to mar
The chill of winter sunshine; both may drain
The colour from her face; but she’s pushed back
Within a moment, having been exposed
And bedded above drinkers; this back room
Provides a respite, but, soon, the firm smack
Of governance...
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Unfinished
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Those oh-so-jealous eyes
Kiss her, Sir. Kiss her very slowly.
Kiss her on the base of her neck.
Breathe in her perfume and her heat
As you keep her and me guessing.
She knows that you are in charge.
She knows that you have command.
She wants you to have command
And to be utterly in your charge.
And yet, she does not know how you
will use it or use her. Use her. Use her,
Sir, while I watch and my feelings are
Whipped up into a frenzy of envy,
Trying so very hard not to be jealous.
Her purity hangs in tatters as you spin her
On her axis, so that she is...
Kiss her on the base of her neck.
Breathe in her perfume and her heat
As you keep her and me guessing.
She knows that you are in charge.
She knows that you have command.
She wants you to have command
And to be utterly in your charge.
And yet, she does not know how you
will use it or use her. Use her. Use her,
Sir, while I watch and my feelings are
Whipped up into a frenzy of envy,
Trying so very hard not to be jealous.
Her purity hangs in tatters as you spin her
On her axis, so that she is...
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Adding Allure
You add allure for you're prepared to dream
And think of dalliances, you might dare
Consider with a smile: cats like cream
And you can find your cream in each affair
You fantasise about, while keeping pure
And steadfast in your marriage, though your mind
Is being rather naughty; as you cure
Your restlessness, with the delights you find
Attracting you in fashions you'd not think
Could borrow your attention from the bed
When you are wed and only think to drink
Uxorious thoughts; these may, in time, get thread
Bared to the point that your sweet...
And think of dalliances, you might dare
Consider with a smile: cats like cream
And you can find your cream in each affair
You fantasise about, while keeping pure
And steadfast in your marriage, though your mind
Is being rather naughty; as you cure
Your restlessness, with the delights you find
Attracting you in fashions you'd not think
Could borrow your attention from the bed
When you are wed and only think to drink
Uxorious thoughts; these may, in time, get thread
Bared to the point that your sweet...
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Tenderness
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