Submissions by astrosleuth
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
A lot of my poetry has to do with alienation, rejection, loneliness, suicide, mercy fucks, shyness and social justice.
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Feb 2018 6:12pm
15th Feb 2018 6:12pm
Asura Vivaah (Vivah!)
For you I know, not suitable
No match for you, so laughable
I could not give a Godiva
Would be an Asura Vivaah.
I know I'm lower, social rank
Not in your caste, don't have your bank
I am a dark, you're a diva
Would be an Asura Vivaah.
Limerence is thick, like old stew
I would not be so good for you
Rich life, a lady deprive a
Would be an Asura Vivaah.
I'd just to say, you're an angel
Sent here to Earth, to make peaceful
But I don't dwell, in your vista
Would be an Asura Vivaah. ...
No match for you, so laughable
I could not give a Godiva
Would be an Asura Vivaah.
I know I'm lower, social rank
Not in your caste, don't have your bank
I am a dark, you're a diva
Would be an Asura Vivaah.
Limerence is thick, like old stew
I would not be so good for you
Rich life, a lady deprive a
Would be an Asura Vivaah.
I'd just to say, you're an angel
Sent here to Earth, to make peaceful
But I don't dwell, in your vista
Would be an Asura Vivaah. ...
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SONG LYRICS
Published
4th Feb 2018 6:30am
4th Feb 2018 6:30am
Vanessa
Vanessa you're so beautiful
Your art and grace, so plentiful
You could have any man, it seems
Vanessa, I can only dream.
A true beauty, inside and out
A rich man would have you, no doubt
Or a gymnast, so long and lean
Vanessa, I can only dream.
Everything you touch, turns to gold
On your way to success, behold
You deserve par, from somebody
Vanessa, I can only dream.
All I can do is write this song
Among your class, I don't belong
In my dreams, you'll remain it seems
Vanessa, I can only...
Your art and grace, so plentiful
You could have any man, it seems
Vanessa, I can only dream.
A true beauty, inside and out
A rich man would have you, no doubt
Or a gymnast, so long and lean
Vanessa, I can only dream.
Everything you touch, turns to gold
On your way to success, behold
You deserve par, from somebody
Vanessa, I can only dream.
All I can do is write this song
Among your class, I don't belong
In my dreams, you'll remain it seems
Vanessa, I can only...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
29th Jan 2018 6:36pm
29th Jan 2018 6:36pm
Pulled Pork
smell of pork wafting
from the hot oven, prepared
we laze - hungover
after a night of drinking
and carnal lust and snogging.
kissing each other
in the process, the flicker
we both scramble for
your thunder thighs, in spandex
against my semi-hard phallus.
undecided if
it wants to rise or still bow
to hard whiskey dick
we hold each other comfy
and the pulled pork is ready!
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Renga style poem.
Combining food and sexuality, as many of my pieces...
from the hot oven, prepared
we laze - hungover
after a night of drinking
and carnal lust and snogging.
kissing each other
in the process, the flicker
we both scramble for
your thunder thighs, in spandex
against my semi-hard phallus.
undecided if
it wants to rise or still bow
to hard whiskey dick
we hold each other comfy
and the pulled pork is ready!
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Renga style poem.
Combining food and sexuality, as many of my pieces...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
27th Jan 2018 11:51pm
27th Jan 2018 11:51pm
I'm Sorry
I'm sorry I mocked
Your weak sexuality
Or that I perceived.
I'm sorry I snubbed
At your presence yesterday
That was mean of me.
I'm sorry I said
I know you are sensitive
Can you forgive me?
I'm sorry I laughed
With him, as I walked by you
Will you join our lust?
You are beautiful
I just failed to see it
Will you enter me?
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💋🍀🍾
Remorse, like revenge, can be sweet!
....
(Read from the woman's POV)
Your weak sexuality
Or that I perceived.
I'm sorry I snubbed
At your presence yesterday
That was mean of me.
I'm sorry I said
I know you are sensitive
Can you forgive me?
I'm sorry I laughed
With him, as I walked by you
Will you join our lust?
You are beautiful
I just failed to see it
Will you enter me?
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💋🍀🍾
Remorse, like revenge, can be sweet!
....
(Read from the woman's POV)
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EROTIC POEM
Published
14th Jan 2018 4:26pm
14th Jan 2018 4:26pm
To Be Sexually Attractive
What is it to be sexually attractive?
For her to be reciprocal, be reactive
For her to be satisfied, I may never know
How it feels to know she is, when giving me a blow.
What is it to be sexually attractive?
To other men, for that matter
To have my bi-curious tendencies and advances accepted
And not by society, repressed or restrictive.
What is it to be sexually attractive?
To be born a hot female, and know your value
On sites like Instagram, having men by the millions follow you
I may never know, I just observe so...
For her to be reciprocal, be reactive
For her to be satisfied, I may never know
How it feels to know she is, when giving me a blow.
What is it to be sexually attractive?
To other men, for that matter
To have my bi-curious tendencies and advances accepted
And not by society, repressed or restrictive.
What is it to be sexually attractive?
To be born a hot female, and know your value
On sites like Instagram, having men by the millions follow you
I may never know, I just observe so...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Dec 2017 6:09am
13th Dec 2017 6:09am
Mr. Frog
Oh! Mr. Frog, how grumpy you are
Because on the pond lily, you have to hop
But if you looked past your green nose, you'd care
And see just how lucky it you got
When I say 'green nose', I mean, green with envy
You have to hop on lily pads, so what?
Be glad you aren't an insect, who has to drink human blood, when thirsty
And sure, that fawn is a looker, and has a nice strut
But a hunter shoots it, when he is hungry
And be glad you aren't a bear, in winter, who has to sleep in snow
So you see, Mr. Frog, there's always someone
Who...
Because on the pond lily, you have to hop
But if you looked past your green nose, you'd care
And see just how lucky it you got
When I say 'green nose', I mean, green with envy
You have to hop on lily pads, so what?
Be glad you aren't an insect, who has to drink human blood, when thirsty
And sure, that fawn is a looker, and has a nice strut
But a hunter shoots it, when he is hungry
And be glad you aren't a bear, in winter, who has to sleep in snow
So you see, Mr. Frog, there's always someone
Who...
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Nov 2017 5:40am
13th Nov 2017 5:40am
The Parking Lot Empties
I work, among a sea of ladies:
Cool people, yet I'm not 'of them' it seems,
'Tis too much to ask, to know only one;
To laugh with them, and join in their fun.
But they do not want to know me it seems,
Sad, I stand alone, like a freak.
I know it's crazy and that I shouldn't be
But I am as I watch them with envy.
On the out they won't have me I'm a geek
But inside - I am dying to meet.
But not just about love, mere connection,
Hard though when awkwardness is your diction;
The store people done for...
Cool people, yet I'm not 'of them' it seems,
'Tis too much to ask, to know only one;
To laugh with them, and join in their fun.
But they do not want to know me it seems,
Sad, I stand alone, like a freak.
I know it's crazy and that I shouldn't be
But I am as I watch them with envy.
On the out they won't have me I'm a geek
But inside - I am dying to meet.
But not just about love, mere connection,
Hard though when awkwardness is your diction;
The store people done for...
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