Submissions by Tallen (earth_empath)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am not really a seasoned writer. I write to Feel Less and I read to Feel more.
EROTIC POEM
Published
19th Nov 2018 10:57am
19th Nov 2018 10:57am
The Weaker Sex?
#BDSM
#lover
#honesty #passion
#honesty #passion
792 reads
12 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Nov 2018 11:59pm
18th Nov 2018 11:59pm
Duck
Your Presence
in my life
has potential
to Grow~
To Maturate beyond a gift.
Of human love,
Of human affection,
Of human approval,
Of human acceptance. . .
It don't make me no mind;
AND I wouldn't.
Trust me.
I shall accept all
and the wee orts
with or without duck clothing.
My teal coat
and eider shirt I've shed
eons ago~
for you.
If we, You and me,
can nurture agape love
If we
maturate
reconciiliate
review, and ...
in my life
has potential
to Grow~
To Maturate beyond a gift.
Of human love,
Of human affection,
Of human approval,
Of human acceptance. . .
It don't make me no mind;
AND I wouldn't.
Trust me.
I shall accept all
and the wee orts
with or without duck clothing.
My teal coat
and eider shirt I've shed
eons ago~
for you.
If we, You and me,
can nurture agape love
If we
maturate
reconciiliate
review, and ...
#hope
#motivational
#inspirational
560 reads
9 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Nov 2018 2:43pm
18th Nov 2018 2:43pm
Motionless
Time.
It carries on
and always will;
But deep inside,
deep in our love,
time stands still.
Some time
& sometimes
It may be time, this
Time.
In Your heart, time to smile
Time and Time again.
Linked in Time
(and) From Your heart,
love stays in time
with me all the while.
Time is still
still motionless,
& still.
It carries on
and always will;
But deep inside,
deep in our love,
time stands still.
Some time
& sometimes
It may be time, this
Time.
In Your heart, time to smile
Time and Time again.
Linked in Time
(and) From Your heart,
love stays in time
with me all the while.
Time is still
still motionless,
& still.
#motivational
#memories
#aging
#freedom
#meditation
526 reads
7 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Nov 2018 2:41pm
18th Nov 2018 2:41pm
Wads of Hidden Lust
So many difficult words strewn across
my desk and crumpled up atop the floor
while I try to make 3 pointers
into the wastepaper basket of my heart.
I still can't find the words to tell You
and I am afraid to drink the courage
from the bottle at the bar for fear that I
would say too little within too much.
& so, I continue to write words upon
innocent naked pieces of paper
all incoherent to Your heart and Feel
because nothing is found but empty
spaces rolled into little wads and tossed
for an...
my desk and crumpled up atop the floor
while I try to make 3 pointers
into the wastepaper basket of my heart.
I still can't find the words to tell You
and I am afraid to drink the courage
from the bottle at the bar for fear that I
would say too little within too much.
& so, I continue to write words upon
innocent naked pieces of paper
all incoherent to Your heart and Feel
because nothing is found but empty
spaces rolled into little wads and tossed
for an...
#love
#lust
#hope
#courage
#inspirational
525 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
17th Nov 2018 11:46pm
17th Nov 2018 11:46pm
a Personal Tao - mine, I think * my Path
The Path
rotting leaves of contempt
litter my path,
my wet dusty road
of my life.
There's a moment of hesitation
before I take to this
inevitable course.
It is the prospect of abandoning
a hermitized lifestyle;
(and) As I journey down this Tao
I find eerie, airy surroundings
too far from light and sky,
too close to vices and walls.
Amidst a brisk wind, my path
sways back and forth
to keep up
with pressure, opinions,
and beliefs.
I am an earthly mud walker ...
rotting leaves of contempt
litter my path,
my wet dusty road
of my life.
There's a moment of hesitation
before I take to this
inevitable course.
It is the prospect of abandoning
a hermitized lifestyle;
(and) As I journey down this Tao
I find eerie, airy surroundings
too far from light and sky,
too close to vices and walls.
Amidst a brisk wind, my path
sways back and forth
to keep up
with pressure, opinions,
and beliefs.
I am an earthly mud walker ...
#earth
#spiritual
#Taoism #pagan
#Taoism #pagan
603 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Nov 2018 11:25pm
17th Nov 2018 11:25pm
From Ohm to OM
Safely hidden and tucked away
within the confines of Your mind,
how many ohms have You today
resistors connected, aligned?
You say You meditate while
electricity surges through
resistors currently new;
how then, can You resonate
free of the shackles of ohm
when first afraid to let go?
De-soldering is the first step
in removing the resistances
that impedes current flow
from awakening the soul
for complete and total
enlightenment.
Once You’ve cleaned the slate,
You are free to travel to
a...
within the confines of Your mind,
how many ohms have You today
resistors connected, aligned?
You say You meditate while
electricity surges through
resistors currently new;
how then, can You resonate
free of the shackles of ohm
when first afraid to let go?
De-soldering is the first step
in removing the resistances
that impedes current flow
from awakening the soul
for complete and total
enlightenment.
Once You’ve cleaned the slate,
You are free to travel to
a...
#universe
#spiritual
#pagan #philosophical
#pagan #philosophical
476 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
17th Nov 2018 2:33pm
17th Nov 2018 2:33pm
Falling In. . .
Fervent flames dance wildly
within the confines of my heart
Each beat pounds heavy, loud
and my pulse quickens
Diarrhea of verboseness
leaks uncontrollably
from the crevice of my lips
My body quivers and I'm consumed
by (the) warm fuzzies
via a simple, innocent touch
Symptoms of something
developed over ages of vintage
baby friendship
My emotions dance joyfully
all about me with
the introduction of a minute
thought of Her
I've Fallen In. . .
within the confines of my heart
Each beat pounds heavy, loud
and my pulse quickens
Diarrhea of verboseness
leaks uncontrollably
from the crevice of my lips
My body quivers and I'm consumed
by (the) warm fuzzies
via a simple, innocent touch
Symptoms of something
developed over ages of vintage
baby friendship
My emotions dance joyfully
all about me with
the introduction of a minute
thought of Her
I've Fallen In. . .
#happiness
#lust
#FallingInLove #FirstLove
#FallingInLove #FirstLove
524 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Nov 2018 2:28pm
17th Nov 2018 2:28pm
This Old Floor
Cotton morsels of breath
in oral morning wake ups
and sweaters still hugging
molars and bicuspids, I got
to have that coffee first!
Barefooted, I traverse
across the cold tiles made
for temperature gauges
during summer or winter.
As I prepare the pot to brew
small tears stream down
the corners of my crusted
eyes as I ponder the reasons
my bare feet of skin no longer
commune with our earth.
This old floor of stone gives me
this poignant solemn reminder
how once the mighty rock stood ...
in oral morning wake ups
and sweaters still hugging
molars and bicuspids, I got
to have that coffee first!
Barefooted, I traverse
across the cold tiles made
for temperature gauges
during summer or winter.
As I prepare the pot to brew
small tears stream down
the corners of my crusted
eyes as I ponder the reasons
my bare feet of skin no longer
commune with our earth.
This old floor of stone gives me
this poignant solemn reminder
how once the mighty rock stood ...
#hope
#earth
#forest
#nature
#pagan
543 reads
4 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
16th Nov 2018 6:38pm
16th Nov 2018 6:38pm
SYMBIOTIC, NO.
Scratching at an open wound to get at my marrow
While dark red from damaged veins pours out slow.
Reaching for femurs fully cracked and narrow
You drain my life, my zeal, my glow.
A love offering of gauze and tape
And sex to suture, mend and heal.
But fractured promises felt like rape
Leaking bright crimson's sticky feel.
Adipose tissued compromises failed
Torn ligamented hopes of two strained.
Rotting flesh of forgiveness jailed
As decomposing divorce is on its way.
Marrow gone and drained of red ...
While dark red from damaged veins pours out slow.
Reaching for femurs fully cracked and narrow
You drain my life, my zeal, my glow.
A love offering of gauze and tape
And sex to suture, mend and heal.
But fractured promises felt like rape
Leaking bright crimson's sticky feel.
Adipose tissued compromises failed
Torn ligamented hopes of two strained.
Rotting flesh of forgiveness jailed
As decomposing divorce is on its way.
Marrow gone and drained of red ...
#anger
#disappointment
683 reads
14 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
16th Nov 2018 6:28pm
16th Nov 2018 6:28pm
Pony Keg
It wasn’t as if I was secretive about it;
OK, maybe secretly guarded in the dark
with a small cloak of candlelight
I brewed and brewed up some beer in
my basement bathtub…..
in my youth,
emotions and my feelings, all
packed tightly only to spill
upon art paper in colored vomit.
Sealed air-tight in a keg of volatile
Black powder.
Now in my advanced timeline
my Feel is wet
often leaking and foaming from an open tap.
Last night I closed the bar. No more free rounds!
Maybe it was because I couldn’t identify...
OK, maybe secretly guarded in the dark
with a small cloak of candlelight
I brewed and brewed up some beer in
my basement bathtub…..
in my youth,
emotions and my feelings, all
packed tightly only to spill
upon art paper in colored vomit.
Sealed air-tight in a keg of volatile
Black powder.
Now in my advanced timeline
my Feel is wet
often leaking and foaming from an open tap.
Last night I closed the bar. No more free rounds!
Maybe it was because I couldn’t identify...
#LifeStruggles
#shadows
#ignorance
488 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
16th Nov 2018 9:41am
16th Nov 2018 9:41am
I am not Like the Moon
When reason seeks the meaning of a man
a heart can sense things, eyes cannot see.
And when lives remain a great mystery,
God holds the clues with a symbolic
gentleness.
Our paths past are left in disarray
like children, we leave behind
a trail of sins not confessed,
but hidden & buried within our mind.
Now and then
spots and stains seem to appear
out of our darkened den
causing conviction, O so, near.
This is a process of growing
that perhaps, all of us must bear
But we have the...
a heart can sense things, eyes cannot see.
And when lives remain a great mystery,
God holds the clues with a symbolic
gentleness.
Our paths past are left in disarray
like children, we leave behind
a trail of sins not confessed,
but hidden & buried within our mind.
Now and then
spots and stains seem to appear
out of our darkened den
causing conviction, O so, near.
This is a process of growing
that perhaps, all of us must bear
But we have the...
#motivational
#inspirational
#MyInspiration
457 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
16th Nov 2018 9:26am
16th Nov 2018 9:26am
Short Orders
In reaching out, too far. . .
sometimes,
(perhaps only in my own fabrication)
I experience wounds,
that are not my own.
Guessing----
I may not be as absent minded
or less pragmatic
as I am constantly told.
Perhaps,
an apology is in order.
(I am not a short order cook)
Even if I know the reasons.
It must be that seasoning!
(too salty, too sour, too sweet)
Have I missed the obvious,
again?
(guess so)
Did I forget to add a spice?
(maybe so)
I pray, I have not...
needs...
sometimes,
(perhaps only in my own fabrication)
I experience wounds,
that are not my own.
Guessing----
I may not be as absent minded
or less pragmatic
as I am constantly told.
Perhaps,
an apology is in order.
(I am not a short order cook)
Even if I know the reasons.
It must be that seasoning!
(too salty, too sour, too sweet)
Have I missed the obvious,
again?
(guess so)
Did I forget to add a spice?
(maybe so)
I pray, I have not...
needs...
#anxiety
#forgiveness
#LifeStruggles #misunderstood
#LifeStruggles #misunderstood
406 reads
3 Comments
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