Submissions by UnderYourSpell
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I've been writing seems like forever, a BIG lover of Forms which I think when written correctly don't dampen freedom but enhance it . It does amuse me that those who decry Forms then go on to extol song lyrics and Rap which in themselves are Forms!
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Jul 2016 2:12am
5th Jul 2016 2:12am
Theme a little Theme (of me) ....... a Sestina
I asked
who themed
a summer place.
I said
Percy Faith,
I played it well.
Are you well
used to being asked
Mr Faith,
how you themed
by what's said
in this place?
A lovely place
obviously well
worth it, he said
when asked,
This was themed
taken in good faith.
Put your faith
for a place,
decide what's themed
arrange it well
and if you're asked
keep it said.
He often said
such faith
was unasked
for, misplace
the will
just call it themed.
But themed...
who themed
a summer place.
I said
Percy Faith,
I played it well.
Are you well
used to being asked
Mr Faith,
how you themed
by what's said
in this place?
A lovely place
obviously well
worth it, he said
when asked,
This was themed
taken in good faith.
Put your faith
for a place,
decide what's themed
arrange it well
and if you're asked
keep it said.
He often said
such faith
was unasked
for, misplace
the will
just call it themed.
But themed...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
5th Jul 2016 2:05am
5th Jul 2016 2:05am
A Virgins Villanelle
Teach how to love and simplify
Each artful touch caress my soul
Awakened thus to an ecstatic cry
Though I have yet a virgins sigh
Let feelings now my body instruct
Teach how to love and simplify
Each moment that I by you lie
Awaiting sensual pleasures fire
Awakened thus to an ecstatic cry
Beyond this hand upon my thigh
Reach deeper still and open wide
Teach how to love and simplify
I cannot now but love you by
Moon and stars that for me shine
Awakened thus to an ecstatic cry
Entranced and bold no longer shy...
Each artful touch caress my soul
Awakened thus to an ecstatic cry
Though I have yet a virgins sigh
Let feelings now my body instruct
Teach how to love and simplify
Each moment that I by you lie
Awaiting sensual pleasures fire
Awakened thus to an ecstatic cry
Beyond this hand upon my thigh
Reach deeper still and open wide
Teach how to love and simplify
I cannot now but love you by
Moon and stars that for me shine
Awakened thus to an ecstatic cry
Entranced and bold no longer shy...
915 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
3rd Jul 2016 9:47pm
3rd Jul 2016 9:47pm
One last portal falls .... a Pantoum
Tethered in chains, lowered onto waiting lips,
trembling at first touch of Mistress probing,
Pet feels also the heavy hand upon her hips
that steadies Master to that flower blooming.
Trembling at first touch of Mistress probing
tongue seeking intimately the aching nub of Pet
that steadies Master to that flower blooming,
thrusts forward only one place left to enter yet.
Tongue seeking intimately the aching nub of Pet
as on her hands and knees for Master crawls
thrusts forward only one place left to enter yet,
is opened and she cries as one...
trembling at first touch of Mistress probing,
Pet feels also the heavy hand upon her hips
that steadies Master to that flower blooming.
Trembling at first touch of Mistress probing
tongue seeking intimately the aching nub of Pet
that steadies Master to that flower blooming,
thrusts forward only one place left to enter yet.
Tongue seeking intimately the aching nub of Pet
as on her hands and knees for Master crawls
thrusts forward only one place left to enter yet,
is opened and she cries as one...
839 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
3rd Jul 2016 9:42pm
3rd Jul 2016 9:42pm
Nipples
Nipples of perfection,
proud succulent berries.
So large, so suckable,
drawing you to my breast
to nuzzle and arouse they
stand erect, my jewels
to be crowned only by
your string of pearls.
proud succulent berries.
So large, so suckable,
drawing you to my breast
to nuzzle and arouse they
stand erect, my jewels
to be crowned only by
your string of pearls.
5560 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
3rd Jul 2016 3:02am
3rd Jul 2016 3:02am
Cherished
I'm not a child,
but childlike in my needs,
approval and love grasped, savoured
as a living thing, tucked away
in a silk lined memory
to hold in the future as a shield
against adversity.
Each petal smoothed, kept pristine,
lest it should crumble
into betrayal and dust.
And should you chance upon my dreams
please close the box with care,
for I am needy and cannot always
understand that love will
come my way again,
so what I have is cherished.
but childlike in my needs,
approval and love grasped, savoured
as a living thing, tucked away
in a silk lined memory
to hold in the future as a shield
against adversity.
Each petal smoothed, kept pristine,
lest it should crumble
into betrayal and dust.
And should you chance upon my dreams
please close the box with care,
for I am needy and cannot always
understand that love will
come my way again,
so what I have is cherished.
691 reads
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Jul 2016 1:02am
3rd Jul 2016 1:02am
Gin with the nibbles
It's the month after Christmas and I'm taking stock,
nothing is fitting not even a smock!
All that gin with the nibbles, all those extra sips
has spread with no mercy and gone to my hips!
.
I recall with nostalgia brandy butter, blue cheese,
but the way I am going I'll not see my knees
any time before Easter, and never my toes.
Why, oh why did I have so many slices of those?
.
Look away from the last sweets that sit in the box.
You'll know the ones left, caramels hard as rocks.
Espy now regretfully just celery sticks
no dressings on salads...
nothing is fitting not even a smock!
All that gin with the nibbles, all those extra sips
has spread with no mercy and gone to my hips!
.
I recall with nostalgia brandy butter, blue cheese,
but the way I am going I'll not see my knees
any time before Easter, and never my toes.
Why, oh why did I have so many slices of those?
.
Look away from the last sweets that sit in the box.
You'll know the ones left, caramels hard as rocks.
Espy now regretfully just celery sticks
no dressings on salads...
621 reads
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ANGER POEM
Published
2nd Jul 2016 6:36pm
2nd Jul 2016 6:36pm
End it or else ...........
I know you are out there somewhere
stealing what is mine, my life, my loving,
You are every cliché in the goddamn book,
the thief in the night except when you
sneak off to fuck away his mornings.
Did you think I wouldn't even notice
that he is too tired now for my share
Well open your legs for the last time
honey, for make no mistake about it,
I don't share
I will take back what is mine.
And you, yes you
will be very, very sorry .....
stealing what is mine, my life, my loving,
You are every cliché in the goddamn book,
the thief in the night except when you
sneak off to fuck away his mornings.
Did you think I wouldn't even notice
that he is too tired now for my share
Well open your legs for the last time
honey, for make no mistake about it,
I don't share
I will take back what is mine.
And you, yes you
will be very, very sorry .....
624 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Jul 2016 3:05am
2nd Jul 2016 3:05am
A Quadruple Acrostic
A Quadruple Acrostic
(Double Acrostic first letters of each line spell a word, as do the end letters reading backwards, plus top and bottom lines)
Sweeping high over weathered Elms,remember
How withered, dry leaves now spring to re-awake
Only to shed their weighty gathered overflow
When the heavens suddenly unleash a concerto
Enveloping far across the land and encroach
Rivers, endlessly wending onwards, hunting seas.
(Double Acrostic first letters of each line spell a word, as do the end letters reading backwards, plus top and bottom lines)
Sweeping high over weathered Elms,remember
How withered, dry leaves now spring to re-awake
Only to shed their weighty gathered overflow
When the heavens suddenly unleash a concerto
Enveloping far across the land and encroach
Rivers, endlessly wending onwards, hunting seas.
#trees
#river
#nature
#acrostic
#spring
809 reads
7 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
1st Jul 2016 5:38pm
1st Jul 2016 5:38pm
Consider this
Consider this. Snatched from your Mother and siblings as a baby and never allowed to see them again. Kept in a Country where you never really understand the language, apart for a few simple words if your captors bother to teach you. Forced to do their bidding, eat only when they allow it and sleep on the floor. If you're a good enough specimen sex is sometimes permitted but only with close supervision and if you're not considered good enough you are forcibly castrated.
Totally at your Master's whim and if he decides he doesn't want you around anymore, he can just pass you on to others to...
Totally at your Master's whim and if he decides he doesn't want you around anymore, he can just pass you on to others to...
657 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Jul 2016 3:07am
1st Jul 2016 3:07am
Down in the Troldrums
I trundled cloddish as a Troll
That floundered over hill and vale,
When all at once I saw a knoll
and on that bump there stood a pail.
Over there yonder by itself
Not even balanced on a shelf.
.
As I approached the lonesome bucket
It rattled in a mournful tone,
But having feet my size, oh fuck it
I dislodged a rock with my toe bone.
Down it clattered, clanged and crashed
And all within it splished and splashed.
.
I groaned frustrated, fraught and clumsy
At what I'd done with my big feet
And blamed ancestors (Pa and Mumsy)
I...
That floundered over hill and vale,
When all at once I saw a knoll
and on that bump there stood a pail.
Over there yonder by itself
Not even balanced on a shelf.
.
As I approached the lonesome bucket
It rattled in a mournful tone,
But having feet my size, oh fuck it
I dislodged a rock with my toe bone.
Down it clattered, clanged and crashed
And all within it splished and splashed.
.
I groaned frustrated, fraught and clumsy
At what I'd done with my big feet
And blamed ancestors (Pa and Mumsy)
I...
534 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Jul 2016 2:33am
1st Jul 2016 2:33am
Remembering the Somme ..... A Rondeau
In solid rows the Gravestones stand
their march is stark across the land
each one a Mothers bitter blow
grown from greed politicians sow,
a wind of hate righteous fanned.
Always the youngest to command
and lead across the bloody strand,
meets just like him the enemy foe.
In solid rows.
Throughout the history at hand
no lessons learnt, no death is grand,
these wasted lives will never grow
to manhood underneath the mow.
grassed over see the gravestones stand.
In solid rows.
©
their march is stark across the land
each one a Mothers bitter blow
grown from greed politicians sow,
a wind of hate righteous fanned.
Always the youngest to command
and lead across the bloody strand,
meets just like him the enemy foe.
In solid rows.
Throughout the history at hand
no lessons learnt, no death is grand,
these wasted lives will never grow
to manhood underneath the mow.
grassed over see the gravestones stand.
In solid rows.
©
567 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
30th Jun 2016 3:26am
30th Jun 2016 3:26am
Buried treasure
The Weeping Willow
throws out
encircling branches
and grows like nothing else
in my garden,
over the place where
I buried your body.
throws out
encircling branches
and grows like nothing else
in my garden,
over the place where
I buried your body.
670 reads
3 Comments
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