Submissions by drunkenplaywords
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I have no art. I do everything as well as I can.
SELF POEM
Published
11th Oct 2015 4:19pm
11th Oct 2015 4:19pm
Dead Sea
Soon the green will turn a sour brown
And perhaps erode into red
As I step into the my own version of the shadow of death
Facing the ferryman
In black cloak
Shy one gold piece
Not enough to get through River Styx
But enough to hold me
in suspended animation
without water
Observing the activities around me
Without the participation
That my purpled crown is willing
To engage in its comforts
Yet, this necessary journey
To detain my impulses
Down to the white bone
And observe them along with my surroundings
And cultivate a...
And perhaps erode into red
As I step into the my own version of the shadow of death
Facing the ferryman
In black cloak
Shy one gold piece
Not enough to get through River Styx
But enough to hold me
in suspended animation
without water
Observing the activities around me
Without the participation
That my purpled crown is willing
To engage in its comforts
Yet, this necessary journey
To detain my impulses
Down to the white bone
And observe them along with my surroundings
And cultivate a...
781 reads
11 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
4th Oct 2015 4:04pm
4th Oct 2015 4:04pm
Female Dark
She sleeps in me
Through the early morning
Till the sun rises high
This dormant creation
Finds life through solar meditation
And lunar consciousness
It instills me to wake her up
To the joys of the morn
Yet there is something to be learned
Of the slumber I have manifested
Something that needs healing
Resolution of a troubled cause
So I allow her the comforts of rest
And her eyes shall open
In their own accord
Until I know then time is right
To bring her into the sun light
Through the early morning
Till the sun rises high
This dormant creation
Finds life through solar meditation
And lunar consciousness
It instills me to wake her up
To the joys of the morn
Yet there is something to be learned
Of the slumber I have manifested
Something that needs healing
Resolution of a troubled cause
So I allow her the comforts of rest
And her eyes shall open
In their own accord
Until I know then time is right
To bring her into the sun light
724 reads
15 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
30th Sep 2015 4:09am
30th Sep 2015 4:09am
Je Suis Le Lion (or Le Pape)
Binary numbered 0101
The star of the pentagon
That is my evolutionary development
As I humbly walk in a proud fashion
Swagger and suave
Looking left and then
To my right
Followed with a straight ahead
Chin up
As I am the king of this land.
King, as in, I take pride in my step
Showing off my large mane
Those I pass bow in my presence
When I roar.
It is to be heard and understood.
The word of authority
My ruler is Mighty Helois,
But my ego shines as bright
I move when my emotions are at their strongest
To vow for...
The star of the pentagon
That is my evolutionary development
As I humbly walk in a proud fashion
Swagger and suave
Looking left and then
To my right
Followed with a straight ahead
Chin up
As I am the king of this land.
King, as in, I take pride in my step
Showing off my large mane
Those I pass bow in my presence
When I roar.
It is to be heard and understood.
The word of authority
My ruler is Mighty Helois,
But my ego shines as bright
I move when my emotions are at their strongest
To vow for...
712 reads
19 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
25th Sep 2015 11:41pm
25th Sep 2015 11:41pm
Angels Like to f**k Too
1216 reads
16 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Sep 2015 1:32am
16th Sep 2015 1:32am
Anagrammatically Yours
You kiss me twice on the lips
Once for my arrival
The second for my departure
Kill me thrice
Your dream toy
Piss the day soon
Fun performances over.
Once for my arrival
The second for my departure
Kill me thrice
Your dream toy
Piss the day soon
Fun performances over.
711 reads
10 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
15th Sep 2015 1:15pm
15th Sep 2015 1:15pm
Navy Blue Skies
Navy blue skies
Offer her twinkling fingers
From her Milky Way
As I mushroom to awareness
In the abandonment
Of the cold wind
On the soft dewey stems
Of the evening grass
The opening skies
Enveloping my rage
As she swallows the sun rise
To shine forth her new constellation
And go peacefully into the light.
Offer her twinkling fingers
From her Milky Way
As I mushroom to awareness
In the abandonment
Of the cold wind
On the soft dewey stems
Of the evening grass
The opening skies
Enveloping my rage
As she swallows the sun rise
To shine forth her new constellation
And go peacefully into the light.
916 reads
12 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
11th Sep 2015 4:02am
11th Sep 2015 4:02am
Invocation of Disciplina
I announce Disciplina!
Goddess of Receiving
Open my gates!
To new percepts
Unknown before;
Fill thy chalice!
With the rain of calm
And the Taste of lightning
Under the magnetic umbrella
Of the nurturing Love
Poled by the motivation
By giving up these tired patterns
Submitting to her rules
To Transform this body.
I announce Disciplina!
Goddes of Order
To pull back my arms!
And lean forward with my tongue
And vibrate thy Attendant
Through strength of Focus
And Restraint of thought
To put forth thou action...
Goddess of Receiving
Open my gates!
To new percepts
Unknown before;
Fill thy chalice!
With the rain of calm
And the Taste of lightning
Under the magnetic umbrella
Of the nurturing Love
Poled by the motivation
By giving up these tired patterns
Submitting to her rules
To Transform this body.
I announce Disciplina!
Goddes of Order
To pull back my arms!
And lean forward with my tongue
And vibrate thy Attendant
Through strength of Focus
And Restraint of thought
To put forth thou action...
755 reads
11 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Sep 2015 2:49pm
6th Sep 2015 2:49pm
Oh Shit
This.
It's shhhh
As I tiptoe to surprise her...
Not with a tish,
But colored roses.
Privately prepared and peppered with
A soft fragrance to awaken
The arousing arrogance
And a bottle of Pinot
To send the senses soaring
Two wine glasses to fill our longing
Slowly stepping on the soft white plush carpet
Opening the bedroom door
To discover her
Waiting for me in her navy blue panties
Toe-stepping onto a small red lego
Turning my comfort to agonizing pain
Body thus tilts and..
I could see the first drops flow
from...
It's shhhh
As I tiptoe to surprise her...
Not with a tish,
But colored roses.
Privately prepared and peppered with
A soft fragrance to awaken
The arousing arrogance
And a bottle of Pinot
To send the senses soaring
Two wine glasses to fill our longing
Slowly stepping on the soft white plush carpet
Opening the bedroom door
To discover her
Waiting for me in her navy blue panties
Toe-stepping onto a small red lego
Turning my comfort to agonizing pain
Body thus tilts and..
I could see the first drops flow
from...
637 reads
8 Comments
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