Submissions by crowfly
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I've been a journalist and (unpublished) novelist, but writing poetry is a relatively new experience . I'd like to make some friends and get advice and feedback.
Maestros
Bunuel on the balcony
Getting guidance from Dali
Their goddess emerges in the fog
To walk the Andalusian dog
These jokers still stick around
Watches melting in the ground
At least these maestros find the time
To listen to the final rhyme.
Getting guidance from Dali
Their goddess emerges in the fog
To walk the Andalusian dog
These jokers still stick around
Watches melting in the ground
At least these maestros find the time
To listen to the final rhyme.
697 reads
4 Comments
Venetian Black
Pass down crumbling alleys
Approach the canals
Gondolas carrying dead goddesses
Their hair trailing in the water
Hooded figures at the helms
Nodding at the darkness
A distant clock tower sounds the hour
A vague intrusion, time to waken
Time to receive the pipe once more
Then time, again, to dream...
Adrift in "Nero Veneziano".
Approach the canals
Gondolas carrying dead goddesses
Their hair trailing in the water
Hooded figures at the helms
Nodding at the darkness
A distant clock tower sounds the hour
A vague intrusion, time to waken
Time to receive the pipe once more
Then time, again, to dream...
Adrift in "Nero Veneziano".
700 reads
7 Comments
Crying Shame
Who is this I find inside
Is it Jeckyll or is it Hyde
God help me I wish I knew
The cause for the evil that I do
Could it be some random urge
The dictates of a power surge
I would thus not claim the blame
Nor allow others to decry my shame
I may not ever yet quite win
Be absolved of every sin
So I won't ask to spare that rod
But my reasons are between me and God.
Is it Jeckyll or is it Hyde
God help me I wish I knew
The cause for the evil that I do
Could it be some random urge
The dictates of a power surge
I would thus not claim the blame
Nor allow others to decry my shame
I may not ever yet quite win
Be absolved of every sin
So I won't ask to spare that rod
But my reasons are between me and God.
684 reads
3 Comments
Somewhat Amused
She's looking languid, my muse
My soul inspiration these days
Perched in all her splendor on my bed
Her skin gleaming in the morning light
I approach, my desire rising, expectant
"Not quite yet, hun," she chuckles
"Write a few more lines
Some tribute to yours truly."
I do oblige, my fervor growing further
Glancing at her as I scribble away
Anticipating the pleasure of her embrace
And that heaven in her smile.
My soul inspiration these days
Perched in all her splendor on my bed
Her skin gleaming in the morning light
I approach, my desire rising, expectant
"Not quite yet, hun," she chuckles
"Write a few more lines
Some tribute to yours truly."
I do oblige, my fervor growing further
Glancing at her as I scribble away
Anticipating the pleasure of her embrace
And that heaven in her smile.
889 reads
4 Comments
Darkrotic
Don't know where to fit this in
These lines soaked in secret sin
Could these be called erotic
Or are they just flat out psychotic?
Should I describe some ancient fuck
Or let these words just run amuck?
Let whatever juices flow
Drop me a line and let me know.
These lines soaked in secret sin
Could these be called erotic
Or are they just flat out psychotic?
Should I describe some ancient fuck
Or let these words just run amuck?
Let whatever juices flow
Drop me a line and let me know.
839 reads
4 Comments
3 Way Part 1
908 reads
2 Comments
Trick or ?
Pound of flesh left out to thaw
Seems Michael Myers likes it raw
His blood feast on the drive in screen
The midnight show on Halloween
But this mask is stitched on everyday
Smile zipped but out to play
Yet even leather springs a leak
Red running even as we speak
So head down to the pumpkin patch
Watch the damned things start to hatch
Catch these latest spawn of Hell
Then succumb to some witch's spell
Dropping by her house of horrors
A hidden face at scarlet doors
An infinity of something sweet
And all it takes is trick...
Seems Michael Myers likes it raw
His blood feast on the drive in screen
The midnight show on Halloween
But this mask is stitched on everyday
Smile zipped but out to play
Yet even leather springs a leak
Red running even as we speak
So head down to the pumpkin patch
Watch the damned things start to hatch
Catch these latest spawn of Hell
Then succumb to some witch's spell
Dropping by her house of horrors
A hidden face at scarlet doors
An infinity of something sweet
And all it takes is trick...
662 reads
2 Comments
Demonically Yours
Black mass called for raising Hell
And spiteful spirits rise
Responding as they cast the spell
But smoke gets in their eyes
These incantations by the verse
Are read from the Book of Flame
So expect that beast to ride the curse
As heads are hung in shame
Thus Rosemary is giving birth
And Damian's laid bare
Now Satan's kindred walk the earth
But let's try not to stare.
And spiteful spirits rise
Responding as they cast the spell
But smoke gets in their eyes
These incantations by the verse
Are read from the Book of Flame
So expect that beast to ride the curse
As heads are hung in shame
Thus Rosemary is giving birth
And Damian's laid bare
Now Satan's kindred walk the earth
But let's try not to stare.
827 reads
6 Comments
Bayou Baby
Bayou Baby burning bright
Nobodaddy bloom
In the swamp side of the night
Where some have met their doom
Legba pounding at the door
Jambalaya steams
Picking up a Cajun whore
The lady of my dreams
Laissez les bons temps rouler
River rolling wide
She tells me I don't have to pay
As she steps inside.
Nobodaddy bloom
In the swamp side of the night
Where some have met their doom
Legba pounding at the door
Jambalaya steams
Picking up a Cajun whore
The lady of my dreams
Laissez les bons temps rouler
River rolling wide
She tells me I don't have to pay
As she steps inside.
681 reads
4 Comments
The Colors of the Dark
The tall grass glistens in the night
Growing higher in moonlight
I go and sit beneath the yew
My clothes dampening with midnight dew
The city under fading stars
The muffled fear within the cars
The violence of the urban crowd
The silence found within a shroud
I choose the ruin on high ground
Inside a comfort so profound
I have already made my mark
And now count the colors of the dark.
Growing higher in moonlight
I go and sit beneath the yew
My clothes dampening with midnight dew
The city under fading stars
The muffled fear within the cars
The violence of the urban crowd
The silence found within a shroud
I choose the ruin on high ground
Inside a comfort so profound
I have already made my mark
And now count the colors of the dark.
659 reads
3 Comments
The Air of Her Ways
Breathing deeply, rhythmic air
She's preparing for sweet dreams
The stars will gather in her hair
She's not quite what she seems
Her smile is there to comfort me
This savior to my eyes
An angel far as I can see
Risen to ceiling skies.
She's preparing for sweet dreams
The stars will gather in her hair
She's not quite what she seems
Her smile is there to comfort me
This savior to my eyes
An angel far as I can see
Risen to ceiling skies.
853 reads
2 Comments
Yakuza X
1008 reads
0 Comments
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