Submissions by candycrier
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I believe a poet is born, not made./My limited Erotic Poems edition .is free to DU members.
estrangement
that sad angle of your head
your eyes never meeting mine
you sitting there all bundled up as if frozen stiff on this november evening despite my warm apartment
my questions to you i could be asking a statue
an impassive hulk turned to stone
ten or more minutes pass
you rise-- i move to embrace you
i feel your body water logged
feel like i'm working to pull you up from underwater
my belly meets yours of no acknowledgment as you straighten to leave out of the door
all night in half- sleep i became a seismic needle ...
your eyes never meeting mine
you sitting there all bundled up as if frozen stiff on this november evening despite my warm apartment
my questions to you i could be asking a statue
an impassive hulk turned to stone
ten or more minutes pass
you rise-- i move to embrace you
i feel your body water logged
feel like i'm working to pull you up from underwater
my belly meets yours of no acknowledgment as you straighten to leave out of the door
all night in half- sleep i became a seismic needle ...
#LifeStruggles
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specter
the finality
sometimes returns
she's walking away
looking back, then again
as if she vaguely recognizes you
you wave with child-like innocence
but she walks on
leaving you sitting cross-legged on the pavement
before the rusted door of once hallowed love
sometimes returns
she's walking away
looking back, then again
as if she vaguely recognizes you
you wave with child-like innocence
but she walks on
leaving you sitting cross-legged on the pavement
before the rusted door of once hallowed love
#loneliness
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on not becoming a nun
#erotic
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The Second Time Around Chance
She broke apart in my hands
Her cold rebuffs at my too confident caresses
And I turned away on an unforgivable memory
Our hammock of love by now much frayed
Could not save our fall to the all-familiar ground
Of old animosities newly aflame
Her cold rebuffs at my too confident caresses
And I turned away on an unforgivable memory
Our hammock of love by now much frayed
Could not save our fall to the all-familiar ground
Of old animosities newly aflame
#breakup
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opera glitch -- a double entendre imagist poem
the exhausted diva
brought in her last aria
on a hoarseful carriage
candycrier remarks: I don't know if there ever was such a thing as a double entendre imagist poem. Well, there is now.
brought in her last aria
on a hoarseful carriage
candycrier remarks: I don't know if there ever was such a thing as a double entendre imagist poem. Well, there is now.
#funny
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at the infirmary
sounds of ringing bedside bells
urgent peals/appeals of bodies invisible only the sounds
of ringing bells
loud cacophonous accompanied by groans
that build silent converse
in the minds of the groupies
condemned to wait with fidgety, praying hands
near the wing of the broken musicians
urgent peals/appeals of bodies invisible only the sounds
of ringing bells
loud cacophonous accompanied by groans
that build silent converse
in the minds of the groupies
condemned to wait with fidgety, praying hands
near the wing of the broken musicians
#illness
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Congo Girl (limerick)
Lopo is a pygmy with a squirting gash
She's famous for her watery blasts
A G-Spot wonder of ethnic group Batwanash
She lives to squirt another flying load
Those love splatters so bold!
She's famous for her watery blasts
A G-Spot wonder of ethnic group Batwanash
She lives to squirt another flying load
Those love splatters so bold!
#erotic
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autumn poem
early darknesses lodge in
places least expected
and coldness erases a once comfort zone
as if a hand were laying a gentle blow
to things too bright and garish
places least expected
and coldness erases a once comfort zone
as if a hand were laying a gentle blow
to things too bright and garish
#fall
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Briefest Bio of Emily Dickinson
Blind to her poetic gifts--
They were a HOBBY only
They were a HOBBY only
#WritingPoetry
#EmilyDickinson
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the quick desertion of the cooking bachelor (imagist poem)
the relatives hunkered into their coats
to face another ferocious winter storm
i heard them twist my pleas into mocking questions,"stay????" "stay????"
i watched their threads of green and brown and gray dissolve away
and realized that the turkey simmering in the cauldron
would sooner or later make me find a swatter
to face another ferocious winter storm
i heard them twist my pleas into mocking questions,"stay????" "stay????"
i watched their threads of green and brown and gray dissolve away
and realized that the turkey simmering in the cauldron
would sooner or later make me find a swatter
#loneliness
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the moon and us
the moon forever
us mere mortals
we exalt this heavenly body in thought and dreams, even in a real live walk
yet the moon doesn't respond
as we search and search an answer behind its illumined trance
perhaps it is meant to be thus
only an austere beauty signals to us
art by candycrier
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us mere mortals
we exalt this heavenly body in thought and dreams, even in a real live walk
yet the moon doesn't respond
as we search and search an answer behind its illumined trance
perhaps it is meant to be thus
only an austere beauty signals to us
art by candycrier
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#moon
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Idols
A Fantasy Without Words
art "Hawaii 2018" by candycrier
art "Hawaii 2018" by candycrier
#religion
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