Submissions by clewluss (SMOOKY)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Poet? Whats a poet?
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Jan 2018 8:07pm
30th Jan 2018 8:07pm
INDETERMINABLE
El Dim Brain Teen
I meet Lara in bed
I enter able mind
I mate, bleed rain
.indeterminable
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..n..ete.................
I meet Lara in bed
I enter able mind
I mate, bleed rain
.indeterminable
.........................le
.i..d.......m...........
............r....inab...
..n..ete.................
#conflict
#WritersBlock
#LifeChangingMoment
#confusion
#SelfDiscovery
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SELF POEM
Published
8th Feb 2017 00:53am
8th Feb 2017 00:53am
sonny
Son, you are small every day
You grow bigger
You Dont know IT
because you grow a tiny BIT
At-A-Day,
your arms get longer muscles stronger
Son One Day
you will be a happy frog leap over
tears night fears
Childhood games to war fames
Erotica plastered Exotica mastered
Her time has come
hairy, smelly and grown let it be known
Pussy
Hipitty Hoppity on the lilly
Pads
Life Moans Steep climb Hard left
fall break...
You grow bigger
You Dont know IT
because you grow a tiny BIT
At-A-Day,
your arms get longer muscles stronger
Son One Day
you will be a happy frog leap over
tears night fears
Childhood games to war fames
Erotica plastered Exotica mastered
Her time has come
hairy, smelly and grown let it be known
Pussy
Hipitty Hoppity on the lilly
Pads
Life Moans Steep climb Hard left
fall break...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Feb 2017 00:29am
8th Feb 2017 00:29am
dear son
Son, you are small every day
but you are on the journey up the mountain son
Today we play in puddles
slip and slide
Hide in the trees
Jump from boulder to boulder
over canyons with excitement and glee
You are at the bottom of the mountain son,
where the winds are soft
and the rain gives life to budding sprouts
we harvest in the good times
We go to sleep happy
The floods come in the night
Suddenly we lose everything but ourselves
using all the skills we learned at play
to make it to safety high...
but you are on the journey up the mountain son
Today we play in puddles
slip and slide
Hide in the trees
Jump from boulder to boulder
over canyons with excitement and glee
You are at the bottom of the mountain son,
where the winds are soft
and the rain gives life to budding sprouts
we harvest in the good times
We go to sleep happy
The floods come in the night
Suddenly we lose everything but ourselves
using all the skills we learned at play
to make it to safety high...
927 reads
3 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
11th Jan 2017 1:44pm
11th Jan 2017 1:44pm
FLYING MACHINE
what are you doing for the rest of your days
wanna join me in my grime london haze?
I will buy you chocolates
and butter your rolls
Just stay by my side
and stoke my coals
I cant just imagine
a life so alone
as you never with me
or close to the phone
Everything about you seems so right
LETS JUMP IN BED AND SPEND THE NITE
wanna join me in my grime london haze?
I will buy you chocolates
and butter your rolls
Just stay by my side
and stoke my coals
I cant just imagine
a life so alone
as you never with me
or close to the phone
Everything about you seems so right
LETS JUMP IN BED AND SPEND THE NITE
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EROTIC POEM
Published
10th Sep 2015 4:34pm
10th Sep 2015 4:34pm
lecherous OS
can I stick it in?
depend where I been
pills forgive my sin
run shiny races
seen happy faces
left without traces
help with her horses
fed three meal courses
delicate forces
I've seen you alot
I dont stalk you not
I feel you are hot
yes you are my life
please dont tell my wife
she cuts with a knife
without you I'll die
dont kill me dont cry
for you I will try
love like a mango
lets let our love grow
mountain rivers flow
miles meters yards
is it in the...
depend where I been
pills forgive my sin
run shiny races
seen happy faces
left without traces
help with her horses
fed three meal courses
delicate forces
I've seen you alot
I dont stalk you not
I feel you are hot
yes you are my life
please dont tell my wife
she cuts with a knife
without you I'll die
dont kill me dont cry
for you I will try
love like a mango
lets let our love grow
mountain rivers flow
miles meters yards
is it in the...
805 reads
2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
3rd Jun 2015 1:19am
3rd Jun 2015 1:19am
Go Forth and Munch
Leaky Food
That is my gripe
and we all suffer frum it.
My horse, does not afflicted by this.
He eats grass.
I should do likewise.
A pound of salad, or 16 ounces, has 100 calories.
At least the leafy type. A hundred calories, why that is a fair punch of energy.
Do that twenty times a day, and you have eaten what an active grown male needs.
Salad will release its power slowly. I should spell that slowwwwwllllyyyy.
Grass is a much tougher course in a 20 course meal. Cows, Horses, and yes, the dreaded...
That is my gripe
and we all suffer frum it.
My horse, does not afflicted by this.
He eats grass.
I should do likewise.
A pound of salad, or 16 ounces, has 100 calories.
At least the leafy type. A hundred calories, why that is a fair punch of energy.
Do that twenty times a day, and you have eaten what an active grown male needs.
Salad will release its power slowly. I should spell that slowwwwwllllyyyy.
Grass is a much tougher course in a 20 course meal. Cows, Horses, and yes, the dreaded...
1029 reads
2 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
19th Nov 2014 5:14am
19th Nov 2014 5:14am
landolakes
She greets
me when I open my refrigerator
arms outstretched holding a plate of butter
for me to take
I do,
slobbering it on my toast
leaving the package out on my table
thinking nothing of it
but this morning,
I thought I heard a rustle
and I looked at the table
nothing
except she was no longer on the package
she was kneeling on my table,
that big letter O traveled with her
like a halo
holding that plate of...
me when I open my refrigerator
arms outstretched holding a plate of butter
for me to take
I do,
slobbering it on my toast
leaving the package out on my table
thinking nothing of it
but this morning,
I thought I heard a rustle
and I looked at the table
nothing
except she was no longer on the package
she was kneeling on my table,
that big letter O traveled with her
like a halo
holding that plate of...
895 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
17th Nov 2014 6:55pm
17th Nov 2014 6:55pm
gentle jack
Listen close dear children
Gather near
I'll tell you a tall one
If you lend me an ear
Tall mountain jack
As big as they come
Arms that can lift you
Onto his back
Legs that can kick mountain goats
Out of the way
Gentle with children
Helps grannies cross the street
Count yourself lucky to
Have jack in your sight
Because with jack
Everything is all right
No bad drugs in your body
No cravings in your head
No worries over rent
a relationship gone dead
...
Gather near
I'll tell you a tall one
If you lend me an ear
Tall mountain jack
As big as they come
Arms that can lift you
Onto his back
Legs that can kick mountain goats
Out of the way
Gentle with children
Helps grannies cross the street
Count yourself lucky to
Have jack in your sight
Because with jack
Everything is all right
No bad drugs in your body
No cravings in your head
No worries over rent
a relationship gone dead
...
832 reads
2 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
13th Oct 2014 9:27pm
13th Oct 2014 9:27pm
letter to dad
Dear Reader,
my brother, dave, wrote this letter to my dad,
some time in the 1980's, I believe.
My mom and dave had taken off to England, while
everyone else stayed in Michigan.
The style of the letter is fairly innocent, although not
really jock shock and awe poetry writing of the internet era we currently live in.
enjoy!
mom says it isn't fair.
Thats because we are on a train and are not
at the fair.
I am writing to announce, proclaim and wish
the person we know as father, a...
my brother, dave, wrote this letter to my dad,
some time in the 1980's, I believe.
My mom and dave had taken off to England, while
everyone else stayed in Michigan.
The style of the letter is fairly innocent, although not
really jock shock and awe poetry writing of the internet era we currently live in.
enjoy!
mom says it isn't fair.
Thats because we are on a train and are not
at the fair.
I am writing to announce, proclaim and wish
the person we know as father, a...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
28th May 2014 4:57pm
28th May 2014 4:57pm
HighWay Rest Area
Beverages to the Left.
Parking to the Right.
Parking to the Right.
832 reads
2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
16th May 2014 6:39pm
16th May 2014 6:39pm
Got that Old Time Religion
Scattered about the
Navaho reservation
are many cairn shrines
The Navaho
when alone
or in parties
on approaching
one of these
gathers a few twigs
of pinon or cedar
places them
on the shrine
scatters a pinch
of sacred meal upon it
And makes supplication
for that which he may
habitually need or which
the moment demands.
-Edward Curtis
Navaho reservation
are many cairn shrines
The Navaho
when alone
or in parties
on approaching
one of these
gathers a few twigs
of pinon or cedar
places them
on the shrine
scatters a pinch
of sacred meal upon it
And makes supplication
for that which he may
habitually need or which
the moment demands.
-Edward Curtis
775 reads
2 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
16th May 2014 4:56pm
16th May 2014 4:56pm
Dress Exceedingly Well
a cape of deerskin, beaded
a broad belt of black leather
a deerskin skirt
The hair fastened at
each side with
a large knot of yarn
A Jicarilla Maiden
a broad belt of black leather
a deerskin skirt
The hair fastened at
each side with
a large knot of yarn
A Jicarilla Maiden
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