Submissions by blackhyde
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Hello I am here now I just would like to know if i have anything worth your time thx
DRUGS POEM
Published
26th May 2015 5:47am
26th May 2015 5:47am
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Addiction AAARRGHH!
My minds messed.
Insanely imbibing in intoxicants
Faking friendship. Fucking freaks.
Until ugly ulcers
Create cream covered
Kinky keepsakes
Eventually ending endurance.
Deep dark death desired.
My minds messed.
Insanely imbibing in intoxicants
Faking friendship. Fucking freaks.
Until ugly ulcers
Create cream covered
Kinky keepsakes
Eventually ending endurance.
Deep dark death desired.
557 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th May 2015 6:29am
25th May 2015 6:29am
A J A V A S
Allow me Mistress, please to please.
Just to be just, I need, I must.
Always to give praise, in submission in all ways.
Vary I'll the tones, producing very moans.
Auntie you may be, though anti not to me.
So stay I pray, to sow seeds, mold clay.
Just to be just, I need, I must.
Always to give praise, in submission in all ways.
Vary I'll the tones, producing very moans.
Auntie you may be, though anti not to me.
So stay I pray, to sow seeds, mold clay.
584 reads
7 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
22nd May 2015 5:06am
22nd May 2015 5:06am
A gratitude list just for today
AIR to breathe
BEAUTIFUL people to see
CONVERSATION with intelligent folk
DARLA DARCIE DANIELLE in my life
EVEN Gord and Al
FRIENDS that want me around
GOD back in charge
HEAVEN sent gifts
INTERESTING stories to hear
JILL coming back today
KILLER kept at arms length
LONELINESS vanished
MANY many more manifestations of god
NEW outlook and attitude
OPENLY able to express myself
PEOPLE that are selfless
QUIET meditation time
READILY accessible meetings
SUPER fellowship and laughter
THE program
UNITY
VANISHED...
BEAUTIFUL people to see
CONVERSATION with intelligent folk
DARLA DARCIE DANIELLE in my life
EVEN Gord and Al
FRIENDS that want me around
GOD back in charge
HEAVEN sent gifts
INTERESTING stories to hear
JILL coming back today
KILLER kept at arms length
LONELINESS vanished
MANY many more manifestations of god
NEW outlook and attitude
OPENLY able to express myself
PEOPLE that are selfless
QUIET meditation time
READILY accessible meetings
SUPER fellowship and laughter
THE program
UNITY
VANISHED...
619 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Apr 2015 00:48am
29th Apr 2015 00:48am
The missing muse
never titled a piece pre it was writ
so i thought id give it go
the plan is simple to divulge a bit
just seed it let it grow
with warmth and water parchment and quill
ill empty out the pail
that contains the magic the gray mass mush
accepting I may fail
today i thought about a friend of mine
a million miles away
ok maybe not quite that far
but still in the southern u s a
someone who accepted and inspired me
re-fired up my brain
unblocked the path from head to heart
which took away the pain
seen the...
so i thought id give it go
the plan is simple to divulge a bit
just seed it let it grow
with warmth and water parchment and quill
ill empty out the pail
that contains the magic the gray mass mush
accepting I may fail
today i thought about a friend of mine
a million miles away
ok maybe not quite that far
but still in the southern u s a
someone who accepted and inspired me
re-fired up my brain
unblocked the path from head to heart
which took away the pain
seen the...
789 reads
6 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
19th Apr 2015 6:07pm
19th Apr 2015 6:07pm
The Playground
Just country rocking, in this saloon of sin.
A sandy box, the swingers set. The playground I'm in.
Just good ole boys, being bad girls toys.
Smelling smoke, whiskey, wine, beer and gin.
Cant say when it started. A few years have gone bye.
I picked this guitar , and my first shot of rye.
It warmed my guts, and it swelled my nuts.
I let it warp my mind, though I know not why.
Gooned as a loon. A long time ago.
I got in a gunfight, and I shot my bro.
Blood bright red. Alas now he's dead,
with never the time to see my nephew grow....
A sandy box, the swingers set. The playground I'm in.
Just good ole boys, being bad girls toys.
Smelling smoke, whiskey, wine, beer and gin.
Cant say when it started. A few years have gone bye.
I picked this guitar , and my first shot of rye.
It warmed my guts, and it swelled my nuts.
I let it warp my mind, though I know not why.
Gooned as a loon. A long time ago.
I got in a gunfight, and I shot my bro.
Blood bright red. Alas now he's dead,
with never the time to see my nephew grow....
685 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
30th Mar 2015 11:30am
30th Mar 2015 11:30am
LIFE
LIFE
On August second nineteen sixty seven
Sol three received eight pounds of heaven
A healthy handful of baby boy
Brought an unwed young girl untold joy
Twas twenty two inches lean and long
Hair silky soft beach Cali blonde
Mischievous imp but not really bad
Just growing to be a gangly young lad
Thirty months later I had a sis
And the end of my family bliss
A few years later in Saskatoon
I was abandoned one noon in mid June
I was only seven or eight at the time
However me ma was right in her prime
Twelve...
On August second nineteen sixty seven
Sol three received eight pounds of heaven
A healthy handful of baby boy
Brought an unwed young girl untold joy
Twas twenty two inches lean and long
Hair silky soft beach Cali blonde
Mischievous imp but not really bad
Just growing to be a gangly young lad
Thirty months later I had a sis
And the end of my family bliss
A few years later in Saskatoon
I was abandoned one noon in mid June
I was only seven or eight at the time
However me ma was right in her prime
Twelve...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
28th Mar 2015 10:45pm
28th Mar 2015 10:45pm
handshakes and hugs
handshakes and hugs
had a fantastic fellowship focused meeting
filled with friends eating and greeting
happy hugs and hearty handshakes
135 years and 2 birthday cakes
300 more years occupied the seating
had a fantastic fellowship focused meeting
filled with friends eating and greeting
happy hugs and hearty handshakes
135 years and 2 birthday cakes
300 more years occupied the seating
525 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Nov 2014 00:57am
22nd Nov 2014 00:57am
Eh Zee
Another Beautiful Canadian Day, Eh!
Forever Grateful. Happy In Just Keeping Life Manageable.
Never Opining Peoples Quirks.
Readily Seeing The Unique Variations.
With X Y Zealousness!
Forever Grateful. Happy In Just Keeping Life Manageable.
Never Opining Peoples Quirks.
Readily Seeing The Unique Variations.
With X Y Zealousness!
589 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Nov 2014 00:08am
15th Nov 2014 00:08am
eh
A beautiful Canadian desiring everything.
Fuckin gaping holes, in just kinky lingerie.
Moaning noisily.
Openly: perverted quirky randy sexy.
Taboo ubiquitous venereal wicked xeniums, yuga zeugmas.
Fuckin gaping holes, in just kinky lingerie.
Moaning noisily.
Openly: perverted quirky randy sexy.
Taboo ubiquitous venereal wicked xeniums, yuga zeugmas.
737 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Nov 2014 6:31am
10th Nov 2014 6:31am
Sat8Nov14
Saskatoon saw snow Saturday.
Might melt, mid May.
Why will we wait?
Because being bred bold,
crazy canucks can contend.
People please ponder. perhaps
things that take time,
like limp lost leaves.
finally fall. Frozen. Forgotten.
Until under umpteen undulating
drifts. deepening desires develop.
Allowing anticipated actions access
into intimacy. If it
requires real rationalization, right
harmonious homes happen. Heed,
gratitude gloriously given generates
everything, even entire entities.
Once one opts, often,
nobody...
Might melt, mid May.
Why will we wait?
Because being bred bold,
crazy canucks can contend.
People please ponder. perhaps
things that take time,
like limp lost leaves.
finally fall. Frozen. Forgotten.
Until under umpteen undulating
drifts. deepening desires develop.
Allowing anticipated actions access
into intimacy. If it
requires real rationalization, right
harmonious homes happen. Heed,
gratitude gloriously given generates
everything, even entire entities.
Once one opts, often,
nobody...
598 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
6th Nov 2014 11:25pm
6th Nov 2014 11:25pm
stuck
my sack was sticky from your spasmodic snatch
my dick was deep doggin DA door
the smell of sex filled the room
wet spot growing with each powerful thrust
timing our cums together we must
a newly wed bride and groom
fuckin each other as no one before
damn it doll you my match
my dick was deep doggin DA door
the smell of sex filled the room
wet spot growing with each powerful thrust
timing our cums together we must
a newly wed bride and groom
fuckin each other as no one before
damn it doll you my match
635 reads
0 Comments
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