Submissions by greenlipstick
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Hello, I am GreenLipstick, written artist in green my brush is my pen, my pen is my brush, I mean what I paint and paint what I mean painting everything I mean.
LOVE POEM
Published
10th Jun 2015 9:10pm
10th Jun 2015 9:10pm
The Old Woman In the Mirror
So far had I traveled to attend that very special occasion,
I could not miss the wedding of my friend to my friend.
Happy tears shed, bouquet thrown, signaled time to go;
skipped the reception so my long trek home could begin.
Wedding bells chimed from a crystal clock on the mantle
as I entered the powder room a last time to check my hair.
I first sighted a striking, well-dressed, older woman,
a regal queen, stone silent and frozen, standing there.
Pretending not to notice, I stood at the mirror, by her side;
not even the slightest stir! With...
I could not miss the wedding of my friend to my friend.
Happy tears shed, bouquet thrown, signaled time to go;
skipped the reception so my long trek home could begin.
Wedding bells chimed from a crystal clock on the mantle
as I entered the powder room a last time to check my hair.
I first sighted a striking, well-dressed, older woman,
a regal queen, stone silent and frozen, standing there.
Pretending not to notice, I stood at the mirror, by her side;
not even the slightest stir! With...
946 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
10th Jun 2015 7:26am
10th Jun 2015 7:26am
Can Anything Be More Beautiful?
(Ode to a Siren's Song)
Can anything be more beautiful than she,
impish little siren and outrageous flirt?
It's utterly impossible, so, how can there be
anything more breathtakingly beautiful than she?
Her sensual fragrance wafts over me,
borne on shower's steam slowly seeping
over, around and beneath the bedroom door;
manliness hardened to near-bursting
passion and desire, needing to explode.
My, my, myyyy! More beautiful than she?
Surpassing such seductive beauty could not
will not ever in time ad finitum,...
Can anything be more beautiful than she,
impish little siren and outrageous flirt?
It's utterly impossible, so, how can there be
anything more breathtakingly beautiful than she?
Her sensual fragrance wafts over me,
borne on shower's steam slowly seeping
over, around and beneath the bedroom door;
manliness hardened to near-bursting
passion and desire, needing to explode.
My, my, myyyy! More beautiful than she?
Surpassing such seductive beauty could not
will not ever in time ad finitum,...
1392 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
9th Jun 2015 10:52pm
9th Jun 2015 10:52pm
Chipped Ice His Heart and Soul
Upon his heart, a scar
forever worn, placed there
as if sewn long ago, did
she . . .
with black widow's skill of weave,
agony's needle so deftly thread
with fingers of icy spikes
on cold frigid hands, did
she . . .
took heavy black string of sorrow,
attached unbearably strong aching hurt,
so intense, ungodly and horrid,
lesser ones of weaker heart have died
from such when applied, did
she . . .
imprisoned his heart in a fortress
of glaciers, walls of ice forged
by frozen nails and rivets of frost...
forever worn, placed there
as if sewn long ago, did
she . . .
with black widow's skill of weave,
agony's needle so deftly thread
with fingers of icy spikes
on cold frigid hands, did
she . . .
took heavy black string of sorrow,
attached unbearably strong aching hurt,
so intense, ungodly and horrid,
lesser ones of weaker heart have died
from such when applied, did
she . . .
imprisoned his heart in a fortress
of glaciers, walls of ice forged
by frozen nails and rivets of frost...
839 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
9th Jun 2015 7:55pm
9th Jun 2015 7:55pm
A Taste of Cherry Kisses and Roller-Coaster Memories
Body still a-tingle with afterglow from his embraces,
my heart quickens at his closeness, peaceful in slumber.
with delicate tenderness, and extra care not to wake him,
I kissed him ever so lightly, brushing mine upon his lips,
. . . where a faint taste of cherry lingered still.
I was immediately drawn into burning icy-hot reverie,
with eyes closed, I whet my lips with tip of tongue,
reliving scorching passion shared mere moments before;
tingling sensations caused warm juices to flow, again.
...
my heart quickens at his closeness, peaceful in slumber.
with delicate tenderness, and extra care not to wake him,
I kissed him ever so lightly, brushing mine upon his lips,
. . . where a faint taste of cherry lingered still.
I was immediately drawn into burning icy-hot reverie,
with eyes closed, I whet my lips with tip of tongue,
reliving scorching passion shared mere moments before;
tingling sensations caused warm juices to flow, again.
...
869 reads
4 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
8th Jun 2015 8:41pm
8th Jun 2015 8:41pm
Two Kinds Heroes Of The World
There are two kinds of heroes in the world, volunteers and accidental. There are many thoughts and opinions in the Naked City; and, mine is but one.
The Volunteer Hero
These heroes are well-known to everybody, everywhere. Whether we need defense of armed forces, protection by (or under) law enforcement, or rescue by firefighters and/or paramedics, we know they'll be there. With the annoying sound of blaring sirens and lights flashing, we can count on the cavalry is coming to save the day! They are heroes who took solemn oaths and dedicated themselves to...
The Volunteer Hero
These heroes are well-known to everybody, everywhere. Whether we need defense of armed forces, protection by (or under) law enforcement, or rescue by firefighters and/or paramedics, we know they'll be there. With the annoying sound of blaring sirens and lights flashing, we can count on the cavalry is coming to save the day! They are heroes who took solemn oaths and dedicated themselves to...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Jun 2015 8:28pm
8th Jun 2015 8:28pm
A War Widow’s Song and Single Parent’s Prayer
Under the soft amber glow of the night light,
his angelic sweet brown face is lost in dream;
tonight and every night, I watch in proud silence;
asking why then, does my smile not beam?
Instead, I stand there teary-eyed, bated breath;
rehearsing and repeating over and over again
a litany of answers to a medley of questions
I know will come as my little boy becomes a man.
My son, I want to keep you safe and make you strong;
and be your very everything, knowing well I never can;
I can empower and instill in you,...
his angelic sweet brown face is lost in dream;
tonight and every night, I watch in proud silence;
asking why then, does my smile not beam?
Instead, I stand there teary-eyed, bated breath;
rehearsing and repeating over and over again
a litany of answers to a medley of questions
I know will come as my little boy becomes a man.
My son, I want to keep you safe and make you strong;
and be your very everything, knowing well I never can;
I can empower and instill in you,...
775 reads
4 Comments
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