Submissions by eleven_mashariki
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Feb 2018 9:41pm
28th Feb 2018 9:41pm
EYES CLOSED
If eyes are a mirror to the soul,
then, ponder upon today's dossier.
step on my words and sail yonder,
this poetry is alive.
So,
What really happens after closing eyes?
Two inter-dependent events occur.
First,
A disconnection.
then...a reconnecton.
However, the real deal is in between.
Closing the eyes...
Why the need?
Why, when we pray?
...and when we sleep, or kiss?
It's a mystery.
This poet opines,
Closing the eyes may symbolize a lot.
Nonetheless,
It should only represent...
then, ponder upon today's dossier.
step on my words and sail yonder,
this poetry is alive.
So,
What really happens after closing eyes?
Two inter-dependent events occur.
First,
A disconnection.
then...a reconnecton.
However, the real deal is in between.
Closing the eyes...
Why the need?
Why, when we pray?
...and when we sleep, or kiss?
It's a mystery.
This poet opines,
Closing the eyes may symbolize a lot.
Nonetheless,
It should only represent...
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LOVE POEM
Published
28th Feb 2018 8:28pm
28th Feb 2018 8:28pm
UNVEILING FIRE
There used to be a veil...once,
a thin veil between her and him
to keep a much needed distance
but he always wondered, why?
why the veil between her and him?
He who catches a fire
must know consequences are dire
She stood before him,
firm and frail...
like a true lady.
She stood and watched...and witnessed
a beauty to behold she was, indeed
her flowing veil only exaggerated.
Listen, he who catches a fire
must know consequences are dire.
Did curiosity really kill the cat?
He...
a thin veil between her and him
to keep a much needed distance
but he always wondered, why?
why the veil between her and him?
He who catches a fire
must know consequences are dire
She stood before him,
firm and frail...
like a true lady.
She stood and watched...and witnessed
a beauty to behold she was, indeed
her flowing veil only exaggerated.
Listen, he who catches a fire
must know consequences are dire.
Did curiosity really kill the cat?
He...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
27th Feb 2018 1:58am
27th Feb 2018 1:58am
AHAVA
Once,
I knew not anything bigger than Life
Till my Eyes were opened.
The Truth destroyed my blinders,
Suddenly, I could see.
Alas!...Bliss it was.
AHAVA
To Give, is Ahava?
Yes! Ahava, is to Give.
For He so Loved the World,
Hmmm!...Ahava!
That, He gave His only Son?
Indeed Friend!...Ahava!
Love Him above All?
Yes Sonny!...Ahava!
And, Love thy neighbor as thyself?
Exactly!...Ahava!
Ahava is to Give.
The English may wonder sir
The noun, a verb but an adjective?
...
I knew not anything bigger than Life
Till my Eyes were opened.
The Truth destroyed my blinders,
Suddenly, I could see.
Alas!...Bliss it was.
AHAVA
To Give, is Ahava?
Yes! Ahava, is to Give.
For He so Loved the World,
Hmmm!...Ahava!
That, He gave His only Son?
Indeed Friend!...Ahava!
Love Him above All?
Yes Sonny!...Ahava!
And, Love thy neighbor as thyself?
Exactly!...Ahava!
Ahava is to Give.
The English may wonder sir
The noun, a verb but an adjective?
...
#spiritual
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EROTIC POEM
Published
26th Feb 2018 3:34pm
26th Feb 2018 3:34pm
VANILLA
My sheets smell like Victoria’s Secret,
I sure miss my lady.
I know she yearns for me.
Next time, I’ll treat her right,
As always.
I want to lay her down.
Spread her across my bed,
Then Vanilla with her like crazy.
I want to Vanilla with my baby.
She likes my Vanilla,
And I hers.
We’re simply compatible,
Like two peas in a pod.
Our Vanilla is intense.
Picture this, first
She let’s me kiss her lips...
Gently.
Though she dislikes the hickies,
She likes...
I sure miss my lady.
I know she yearns for me.
Next time, I’ll treat her right,
As always.
I want to lay her down.
Spread her across my bed,
Then Vanilla with her like crazy.
I want to Vanilla with my baby.
She likes my Vanilla,
And I hers.
We’re simply compatible,
Like two peas in a pod.
Our Vanilla is intense.
Picture this, first
She let’s me kiss her lips...
Gently.
Though she dislikes the hickies,
She likes...
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STORY POEM
Published
26th Feb 2018 4:26am
26th Feb 2018 4:26am
TIME
There's a constant, called Time.
When Time is ripe,
What has to be must be,
Simple philosophy.
This thing called Time
Neither a concept nor principle
Never to be mastered by man.
Time is wide...Time is deep,
Multi-dimensional, like a dream
I can feel it!
My Time is now!
This thing called Time,
I'll take it on.
The outcome is certain
But still,
I'll try.
It's my Time to fight...
like a fighter,
It's my Time to win...
like a winner.
I'll win, I'm a victor. ...
When Time is ripe,
What has to be must be,
Simple philosophy.
This thing called Time
Neither a concept nor principle
Never to be mastered by man.
Time is wide...Time is deep,
Multi-dimensional, like a dream
I can feel it!
My Time is now!
This thing called Time,
I'll take it on.
The outcome is certain
But still,
I'll try.
It's my Time to fight...
like a fighter,
It's my Time to win...
like a winner.
I'll win, I'm a victor. ...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Feb 2018 3:10pm
25th Feb 2018 3:10pm
APPRECIATE ME
For once,
Would you appreciate me?
Master.
I'm the most Adorable,
The most Attractive,
I'm Adaptable and Amusing...
Awesome and Ambitious
Are you blind, Master?
I'm still very Beautiful.
Many say I'm Breathtaking,
That I make them Bubbly.
Of course, you do not notice.
Master, I'm Calm and Caring,
Not always Courteous but Cheerful,
I'm cute and I command Charm.
I want you to notice me.
Listen Master,
I'm Dauntless
My calling is Divine,
To say the least. ...
Would you appreciate me?
Master.
I'm the most Adorable,
The most Attractive,
I'm Adaptable and Amusing...
Awesome and Ambitious
Are you blind, Master?
I'm still very Beautiful.
Many say I'm Breathtaking,
That I make them Bubbly.
Of course, you do not notice.
Master, I'm Calm and Caring,
Not always Courteous but Cheerful,
I'm cute and I command Charm.
I want you to notice me.
Listen Master,
I'm Dauntless
My calling is Divine,
To say the least. ...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
24th Feb 2018 4:44pm
24th Feb 2018 4:44pm
SHE BEAUTIFUL
I like the way we do it
Slow, fast and then slow again
She let's me hold her gently
Boy, I like to massage her
She's just so beautiful
What is beauty anyway?
Is it what I behold of her?
Is it the feeling?
Is it her hair?
Or is it that cute smile?
Does it even matter?
She's just so beautiful
The way she moans...
I love what I do to her
Sometimes, she wants a quickie
Sometimes, she prefers slow and sensual
My God!
She's just so beautiful
A true goddess!...
Slow, fast and then slow again
She let's me hold her gently
Boy, I like to massage her
She's just so beautiful
What is beauty anyway?
Is it what I behold of her?
Is it the feeling?
Is it her hair?
Or is it that cute smile?
Does it even matter?
She's just so beautiful
The way she moans...
I love what I do to her
Sometimes, she wants a quickie
Sometimes, she prefers slow and sensual
My God!
She's just so beautiful
A true goddess!...
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