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.
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
6th Apr 2018 8:18pm
6th Apr 2018 8:18pm
Does Anyone Know the Whereabouts of Savaja?
Does anyone know the whereabouts of Savaja?
This great poet on Deep Underground Poetry
Whose every poem deserves to be published,
along with a CD, between the covers of some big time publisher like
Alfred A. Knopf or Penguin Classics, so her unique poetry and exceptional spoken word talent shall never be lost to the human race.
Many days and many months have gone by and not a line from this normally prolific writer and sensitive artist.
It makes all her fans ask, with concern,
Does anyone know the whereabouts of Savaja?
This great poet on Deep Underground Poetry
Whose every poem deserves to be published,
along with a CD, between the covers of some big time publisher like
Alfred A. Knopf or Penguin Classics, so her unique poetry and exceptional spoken word talent shall never be lost to the human race.
Many days and many months have gone by and not a line from this normally prolific writer and sensitive artist.
It makes all her fans ask, with concern,
Does anyone know the whereabouts of Savaja?
#LifeAsAWriter
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DRUGS POEM
Published
2nd Apr 2018 11:51pm
2nd Apr 2018 11:51pm
white orbs
her pupils had disappeared completely
only the milky white orbs beseeched up at me as she agonized over her issues with her daughter.
and was that crack that she took a few hits of before entering?
i gave her one of my paintings titled "Open 24 Hours." she said places open 24 hours always made her feel good.
an abstract painting she could probably relate to better than an Edward Hopper.
only the milky white orbs beseeched up at me as she agonized over her issues with her daughter.
and was that crack that she took a few hits of before entering?
i gave her one of my paintings titled "Open 24 Hours." she said places open 24 hours always made her feel good.
an abstract painting she could probably relate to better than an Edward Hopper.
#relationships
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
29th Mar 2018 7:12am
29th Mar 2018 7:12am
Written on the Sheet of a Hymn
All there is--is day.
And all there is--is night.
and all that--does quite suffice.
- -a born-again pagan
And all there is--is night.
and all that--does quite suffice.
- -a born-again pagan
#spiritual
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DARK POEM
Published
27th Mar 2018 1:36am
27th Mar 2018 1:36am
picture poem--Warsaw, Poland--September 17, 1939
the mother
her pianist son
and their little maltese
charge across a street
under early dawn's ominous skies
her pianist son
and their little maltese
charge across a street
under early dawn's ominous skies
#LifeStruggles
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EROTIC POEM
Published
25th Mar 2018 8:29pm
25th Mar 2018 8:29pm
Sex in Prison--excerpt from Tokuda's Last Song
Walking into the room where prisoners and visitors conversed through phones on opposite sides of a thick glassed-in partition, he was filled with such joy and anticipation he could barely contain himself. . Yet he hid it well.
Georgina loved to watch him walk in in his orange prison clothes, with that laid-back rolling stroll of a curious Japanese tourist, non-chalantly pull out his chair seat himself like a contented emperor, take up the receiver and purse his lips to pop her ears with noisy, stormy smacks and long squeaky kisses.
Such moments filled her with a...
Georgina loved to watch him walk in in his orange prison clothes, with that laid-back rolling stroll of a curious Japanese tourist, non-chalantly pull out his chair seat himself like a contented emperor, take up the receiver and purse his lips to pop her ears with noisy, stormy smacks and long squeaky kisses.
Such moments filled her with a...
#love
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DARK POEM
Published
11th Mar 2018 3:57am
11th Mar 2018 3:57am
the harbors of the night
they make reality retreat its exhibitions
night--often a way station for postponing the inevitable
night--its blackness a bitter robe of warmth
your mind entertains possible gambles
gradually all your worries and tragedies become unknown
as sleep carries you over the river Styx into oblivion....
light of day awakening you
-the painful moment of remembrance-
night--often a way station for postponing the inevitable
night--its blackness a bitter robe of warmth
your mind entertains possible gambles
gradually all your worries and tragedies become unknown
as sleep carries you over the river Styx into oblivion....
light of day awakening you
-the painful moment of remembrance-
#dark
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EROTIC POEM
Published
5th Mar 2018 00:24am
5th Mar 2018 00:24am
An Intimate Portrait of a Cross-Dresser
Days when nothing, not one thing gets blown away which is the state of old age, days when too many nips paint his cat's fur green, the old man wearing fine silken pink panties--the crotchless kind underneath his brown corduroys, sits in his swivel chair at his desk in the den, listening to the ticking, chiming clocks in every room of the house, his lifelong hobby collecting clocks.He settles back and remembers: : hearing Lily Pons singing at the New York Opera House while he sat in the audience, wearing those expensive though very simple, very silky and very very black panties he...
#lust
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EROTIC POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2018 4:40am
3rd Mar 2018 4:40am
the cross-dresser itch
he feels a craving
on his skin for just something
very feminine
on his skin for just something
very feminine
#freedom
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Feb 2018 7:18pm
25th Feb 2018 7:18pm
I THINK OF JODI
I think of Jodi*
She's shut away
We hear so little of her
The story has yet to be told
A fair trial has yet to proceed
A batterer's slams have yet to be felt by
those who have become judge, trial and jury
I think of Jodi
And I think of eclipses
Jodi Arias*--sentenced 2015 to life in prison without parole for killing her boyfriend, Travis Alexander in 2008
She's shut away
We hear so little of her
The story has yet to be told
A fair trial has yet to proceed
A batterer's slams have yet to be felt by
those who have become judge, trial and jury
I think of Jodi
And I think of eclipses
Jodi Arias*--sentenced 2015 to life in prison without parole for killing her boyfriend, Travis Alexander in 2008
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Feb 2018 3:46am
18th Feb 2018 3:46am
CHOCOLATE DREAMS--BLACK WOMEN (for black history month)
Chocolate Dreams--Black Women
How many have come in and out of my life?
Leaving a gift of SOUL
and the magic of their ebony touch!
Here's to their great beauty, their style and grace
that nothing can replace
Here's to their eyes of mesmerizing brown
Their voices with hints of mellow African sound
Their hair in braids or tresses
inviting stray caresses
Their music becoming mine--
setting me free
Their...
How many have come in and out of my life?
Leaving a gift of SOUL
and the magic of their ebony touch!
Here's to their great beauty, their style and grace
that nothing can replace
Here's to their eyes of mesmerizing brown
Their voices with hints of mellow African sound
Their hair in braids or tresses
inviting stray caresses
Their music becoming mine--
setting me free
Their...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Feb 2018 10:58pm
12th Feb 2018 10:58pm
Spring Prelude
An icicle falls and breaks its spike
Brightening sun chases away cold winds down the pike
And Old Man Winter is at the dentist's fixing a weak bite
While robins spin and sing with great delight
Brightening sun chases away cold winds down the pike
And Old Man Winter is at the dentist's fixing a weak bite
While robins spin and sing with great delight
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DRUGS POEM
Published
10th Feb 2018 4:37pm
10th Feb 2018 4:37pm
About a Glove
perhaps she lost it in a flurry of mind or body
or both
a glove for the right hand fingers
a black velvety-like glove
of onyx dreams
and negroid schemes
the soft black glove of empty fingers i now hold in my hand
and remember her oddly illumined eyes
or both
a glove for the right hand fingers
a black velvety-like glove
of onyx dreams
and negroid schemes
the soft black glove of empty fingers i now hold in my hand
and remember her oddly illumined eyes
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