Submissions by erobles
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm a victim of consensual reality but escape when the hive mind is not looking.
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Sep 2013 1:08am
12th Sep 2013 1:08am
THE CLOCK IS CREEPING
Ever so silently the clock has been creeping
so nimbly upon my weeping
and time is of vaporous mental lock all the while
I listen to the tick and tock
The hours -- they bleed into days
and days become my mistress
between the moments of my thoughts i see
the months are my memories of you
I fear the years that lay before me
an internal split between the crossroads
of what is and could have beens - so simple
hindsight - a gift if given in the now
...
so nimbly upon my weeping
and time is of vaporous mental lock all the while
I listen to the tick and tock
The hours -- they bleed into days
and days become my mistress
between the moments of my thoughts i see
the months are my memories of you
I fear the years that lay before me
an internal split between the crossroads
of what is and could have beens - so simple
hindsight - a gift if given in the now
...
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th Sep 2013 1:07am
12th Sep 2013 1:07am
I MET THE DEVIL TODAY
I MET the devil wearing a sundress -- this day in May
she winked at me in a most persuasive way
and asked if I had change for thirty pieces of silver
being poor I only had my soul to offer -- this day
we strolled across the river of Life -- I almost fell in
nimble and fast, she caught my heartstrings -- and said:
"never again do that" -- and my heart caught fire & eyes bled
i beg to be devoured by pleasure than wracked by life today
she loves me as the Libra that I am - so romantic in my ways
i grab onto the drops of her...
she winked at me in a most persuasive way
and asked if I had change for thirty pieces of silver
being poor I only had my soul to offer -- this day
we strolled across the river of Life -- I almost fell in
nimble and fast, she caught my heartstrings -- and said:
"never again do that" -- and my heart caught fire & eyes bled
i beg to be devoured by pleasure than wracked by life today
she loves me as the Libra that I am - so romantic in my ways
i grab onto the drops of her...
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LOVE POEM
Published
4th Sep 2013 6:20pm
4th Sep 2013 6:20pm
A SUN DRENCHED SKY
BUTTERFLIES against a sun drenched summer sky spoke
and in twilight two wings brushed against the face of God
and Wolfgang, merely a note within a spark wrote
it is rarely known -- by less than a few-- what love is
undying love for his mother who gave him his first orchestra
therein the child, unborn, wrote his best symphonies within womb
a fulfilled soul even before life -- is immortal beloved birth
Amaedeus lived a life before sunlight and the world fell to knee
whimsical folly ensued between stanza -- measured beats ensued
...
and in twilight two wings brushed against the face of God
and Wolfgang, merely a note within a spark wrote
it is rarely known -- by less than a few-- what love is
undying love for his mother who gave him his first orchestra
therein the child, unborn, wrote his best symphonies within womb
a fulfilled soul even before life -- is immortal beloved birth
Amaedeus lived a life before sunlight and the world fell to knee
whimsical folly ensued between stanza -- measured beats ensued
...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2013 10:42pm
3rd Sep 2013 10:42pm
MEASURE OF A MAN
THE MEASURE of a man - not in his salary
in fact his currency is determined in fortitude
pain and diversity being the true benchmark of maturity
the bedrock of conviction in his determination of decision
disallows the change of course by those who shout and defer
he is the oak tree that stands after torrential rains and wind
the measure of a man - not in height or fashionable wear
his walk tells the tale in sure stride and measured steps
each footfall a thunderous testimony of his path in life
to those that know him...
in fact his currency is determined in fortitude
pain and diversity being the true benchmark of maturity
the bedrock of conviction in his determination of decision
disallows the change of course by those who shout and defer
he is the oak tree that stands after torrential rains and wind
the measure of a man - not in height or fashionable wear
his walk tells the tale in sure stride and measured steps
each footfall a thunderous testimony of his path in life
to those that know him...
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LOVE POEM
Published
29th Aug 2013 10:33pm
29th Aug 2013 10:33pm
KILL ME FIRST
KILL me first
then gently kiss me
give birth to my reason
then erase all my meaning
Tell me you really care
while you burn away my dreams
tread softly upon my reasons
whilst stabbing my tender heart
But never say you hate me
nor lie to my ears while I sleep
just hug me with your sharp talons
and on the morning gently bury me
-- // --
then gently kiss me
give birth to my reason
then erase all my meaning
Tell me you really care
while you burn away my dreams
tread softly upon my reasons
whilst stabbing my tender heart
But never say you hate me
nor lie to my ears while I sleep
just hug me with your sharp talons
and on the morning gently bury me
-- // --
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Aug 2013 10:32pm
29th Aug 2013 10:32pm
ORGASMIC SYNTACTIC AUTO EROTICISM
ORGASMIC syntactic auto eroticism
is what Poets do...
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is what Poets do...
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LOVE POEM
Published
28th Aug 2013 1:08am
28th Aug 2013 1:08am
DYING IN BED
THE bed, a crime scene of sorts
a passion spilled in sweat
willingly i go - to my death
he comes to me in the night
a sword sharpened by lust
and thrusts it into my soul
mother, I'm ready to come home
but the line between pain & pleasure
is small compared to the pleasant death
the coroner will say an untimely passing
but my murderous lover knew the timing
each plunge of his knife ever deeper.
-- // --
a passion spilled in sweat
willingly i go - to my death
he comes to me in the night
a sword sharpened by lust
and thrusts it into my soul
mother, I'm ready to come home
but the line between pain & pleasure
is small compared to the pleasant death
the coroner will say an untimely passing
but my murderous lover knew the timing
each plunge of his knife ever deeper.
-- // --
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LOVE POEM
Published
19th Aug 2013 9:29pm
19th Aug 2013 9:29pm
THUNDER
I DID NOT know your name when we met on the train
destinations like ghosts who have lost their bodies
Onward we rode the rail with thunder and destiny...
each way station a detour from malaise - save you
your performance of attitude and cashmere shawl
escalating your effect upon me - fluid movement
here comes the revolutionary woman - neoclassic
hair worn natural, loose and flowing fashion
the wealthy Parisian takes the Grand Tour
diaphanous soul keeps my bitterness at bay
you count the...
destinations like ghosts who have lost their bodies
Onward we rode the rail with thunder and destiny...
each way station a detour from malaise - save you
your performance of attitude and cashmere shawl
escalating your effect upon me - fluid movement
here comes the revolutionary woman - neoclassic
hair worn natural, loose and flowing fashion
the wealthy Parisian takes the Grand Tour
diaphanous soul keeps my bitterness at bay
you count the...
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th Aug 2013 2:48pm
15th Aug 2013 2:48pm
DIVINE LOVE
WE walk across the road through the autumn leaves
knowing spices, we throw all caution to the wind
You are with me - and nothing really matters anymore
skipping stones across the path of life and time
We define and divine -- manifest our love
Twisted defection remains on the road side
no wrong or right cause we got each other love
casting reds and blues and yellows against the black
divine love, spiritual bliss is a mist of red
cobble streets peppered in black and lust
Such divine pleasures go on forever - saying more
leaving behind...
knowing spices, we throw all caution to the wind
You are with me - and nothing really matters anymore
skipping stones across the path of life and time
We define and divine -- manifest our love
Twisted defection remains on the road side
no wrong or right cause we got each other love
casting reds and blues and yellows against the black
divine love, spiritual bliss is a mist of red
cobble streets peppered in black and lust
Such divine pleasures go on forever - saying more
leaving behind...
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LOVE POEM
Published
26th Jul 2013 9:40pm
26th Jul 2013 9:40pm
LUST IS THE...
Lust is the animal -- love is the soul
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LOVE POEM
Published
18th Jul 2013 5:45am
18th Jul 2013 5:45am
DREAM OF LOVE
I dreamed of love within my dream
So quietly I did for fear
That the powers of darkness
Might steal my love
Within my dream you were there
My love you were there
No other beauty can compare
Together we shared this fear
And vowed to keep our hands
Entwined now and forever more
And now I am awake my love
And darkness is kept at bay
The warmth of your kiss alive
--//--
So quietly I did for fear
That the powers of darkness
Might steal my love
Within my dream you were there
My love you were there
No other beauty can compare
Together we shared this fear
And vowed to keep our hands
Entwined now and forever more
And now I am awake my love
And darkness is kept at bay
The warmth of your kiss alive
--//--
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Jul 2013 5:43am
18th Jul 2013 5:43am
A GENTLE RAIN
A GENTLE rain bore the news this day
So eloquently did she whisper into my ear
Nature soothes the pain in her mysterious ways
On a bench in a park alone with her in my heart
She revealed to me the tale's ending with a start
Tick-tock murmured the beating of my sad heart
A blue jay fluttered onto my seat with quizzical eye
A talon of flower -- who says the ending is bitter sweet?
The ground kissed me as the clock moved -- a quarter to none
A gentle rain bore the news this wet and somber day
But sunshine...
So eloquently did she whisper into my ear
Nature soothes the pain in her mysterious ways
On a bench in a park alone with her in my heart
She revealed to me the tale's ending with a start
Tick-tock murmured the beating of my sad heart
A blue jay fluttered onto my seat with quizzical eye
A talon of flower -- who says the ending is bitter sweet?
The ground kissed me as the clock moved -- a quarter to none
A gentle rain bore the news this wet and somber day
But sunshine...
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