Submissions by ginsberglover
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
EROTIC POEM
Published
16th Jul 2016 4:27pm
16th Jul 2016 4:27pm
Girl in Rain
Today in my heart is rain...smell it? Anticipating it before the drops fall....the smell, nostalgia, waiting like waiting for a lover you are not sure will show up...then she comes...thunder too...lightning...the danger of it....drizzle my naked body....Mother Earth making love to me...Blessed Virgin do not be jealous...I love you too...you came to me last night and I gave you my love....now it is time for rain...
each drop your tongue inside me....
each drop your tongue inside me....
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Jun 2014 9:54pm
5th Jun 2014 9:54pm
Poetry Journal 6-4-2014
Their legs create gentle folds when they are looked at, the folds in turn inviting further looks. The folds capture even the slightest glance the way a car mirror catches the sun.
With boys it's the sweat that does it after a five mile run shirtless in the autumn sun.
Someone had to cut that silhouette so painstakingly, so slowly, painfully slow to one who isn't an artist and doesn't get it. Like the autistic black man who sits in public parks and such on pleasant afternoons and tears silhouettes from construction paper so intricate normal humans can't do but that is how the...
With boys it's the sweat that does it after a five mile run shirtless in the autumn sun.
Someone had to cut that silhouette so painstakingly, so slowly, painfully slow to one who isn't an artist and doesn't get it. Like the autistic black man who sits in public parks and such on pleasant afternoons and tears silhouettes from construction paper so intricate normal humans can't do but that is how the...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
28th Feb 2011 11:56pm
28th Feb 2011 11:56pm
Janie Play Doctor
Janie, Janie
play doctor with me
moma's not home
big sister's away.
I seen you crying
at recess today.
Janie, Janie
play doctor with me
I'll show you how
big sister does me
when no one's home
'cept her and me.
Emma, Emma
I want to play
we're here all alone
just you and me
you be big sister and
I'll be your little Janie
Emma, Emma
I never did before.
Big girls whisper
and giggle about when
they played doctor
when they were just ten.
Janie, Janie
They're...
play doctor with me
moma's not home
big sister's away.
I seen you crying
at recess today.
Janie, Janie
play doctor with me
I'll show you how
big sister does me
when no one's home
'cept her and me.
Emma, Emma
I want to play
we're here all alone
just you and me
you be big sister and
I'll be your little Janie
Emma, Emma
I never did before.
Big girls whisper
and giggle about when
they played doctor
when they were just ten.
Janie, Janie
They're...
1075 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
10th Feb 2011 10:15pm
10th Feb 2011 10:15pm
On Howling My Answers to Allen Ginsberg's Cosmoplitan Greetings
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
9th Feb 2011 9:02pm
9th Feb 2011 9:02pm
Vipassana
A rusty ring
It used to be a ring
from a can lid maybe.
Rusted away
a streak of discarded motor oil
glistens the damp dirt making
the young excavator think he's
struck oil.
A big oily insect emerges.
It used to be a ring
from a can lid maybe.
Rusted away
a streak of discarded motor oil
glistens the damp dirt making
the young excavator think he's
struck oil.
A big oily insect emerges.
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LOVE POEM
Published
9th Feb 2011 9:00pm
9th Feb 2011 9:00pm
Girls Touching
"They were close"
mama said of the wife who's
husband finally gave out inside
his iron lung.
"They were close"
my 11 year-old mind recited standing
next to Janice, us two girls playing
with long sticks on a winter California
day crisp and muddy with
a pond-size puddle to splash
side by side.
Our shoulders' touched and
everything stopped as
I breathed her scent and
"They were close."
mama said of the wife who's
husband finally gave out inside
his iron lung.
"They were close"
my 11 year-old mind recited standing
next to Janice, us two girls playing
with long sticks on a winter California
day crisp and muddy with
a pond-size puddle to splash
side by side.
Our shoulders' touched and
everything stopped as
I breathed her scent and
"They were close."
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