Submissions by hldowless
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
The author has published a series of poetry volumes entitled "Songs Of The Whippoorwill." He has completed his first volume entitled "Troubadour Of The Old 108." This work is available in e-format, print version Amazon
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
12th Sep 2015 2:02pm
12th Sep 2015 2:02pm
Look Up, He comes!
My redemption is neigh,
I know not from where it shall come;
The blessed savior from the sky,
hold the power to do so above everyone.
Those who say no
or those who refuse to believe,
will soon fill their heads with woe
from horrors greater than any mind can conceive.
He soon comes,
as the prophets have foretold,
He is the anointed one
from those ages of old.
From him were born the original genetic superlative,
destined to thrive
as were their next blood relatives.
But the evil one came
to...
I know not from where it shall come;
The blessed savior from the sky,
hold the power to do so above everyone.
Those who say no
or those who refuse to believe,
will soon fill their heads with woe
from horrors greater than any mind can conceive.
He soon comes,
as the prophets have foretold,
He is the anointed one
from those ages of old.
From him were born the original genetic superlative,
destined to thrive
as were their next blood relatives.
But the evil one came
to...
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SONG LYRICS
Published
11th Sep 2015 00:34am
11th Sep 2015 00:34am
I Am Going Back To Nosy Be
The waves there are a rising,
the wind puffs surprising,
the feelings motivating,
sufficing,
and away we all go.
The golden doubloons are a shining,
enticing,
enthralling,
amid the twinkles;
winking from within the sand
just for show.
I am going back to Nosy Be,
to Nosy,
to Nosy!
I am going back to Nosy Be,
splendid paradise island in the sea.
I am going back to Nosy Be,
to Nosy,
to Nosy,
to carouse with the dames by the surging sea....,
…..Oh? I don't know...!
I just...
the wind puffs surprising,
the feelings motivating,
sufficing,
and away we all go.
The golden doubloons are a shining,
enticing,
enthralling,
amid the twinkles;
winking from within the sand
just for show.
I am going back to Nosy Be,
to Nosy,
to Nosy!
I am going back to Nosy Be,
splendid paradise island in the sea.
I am going back to Nosy Be,
to Nosy,
to Nosy,
to carouse with the dames by the surging sea....,
…..Oh? I don't know...!
I just...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
10th Sep 2015 1:28pm
10th Sep 2015 1:28pm
If Only Just To Be Forever Free
by H.L. Dowless
There once was a little pearly girly with a pretty pearly grin. She swished so sleekly sweet when she walked that many swore that.., why.., surly she could never sin! But one warm day when the wind puffed enough to make a great snake spin a sightly spin, that little girl decided to just up and disappear for quite a long while, only to return again with just her darling little pearly grin.
“Well now, dear Allison, shame on you,” cried all of the townspeople throughout the little village town! “Oh do tell us all now, just where is it that the likes...
There once was a little pearly girly with a pretty pearly grin. She swished so sleekly sweet when she walked that many swore that.., why.., surly she could never sin! But one warm day when the wind puffed enough to make a great snake spin a sightly spin, that little girl decided to just up and disappear for quite a long while, only to return again with just her darling little pearly grin.
“Well now, dear Allison, shame on you,” cried all of the townspeople throughout the little village town! “Oh do tell us all now, just where is it that the likes...
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DARK POEM
Published
10th Sep 2015 1:21pm
10th Sep 2015 1:21pm
Song Of A Free Born Man
Liberties poet I am,
the one riding out from the depths of history..!
I write the songs of freedom Sam,
that cherished most precious commodity
that you keep on extorting.
My warning is that you are
pushing us way too far,
assuming that there exist no action that may be taken,
but some among us know who you really are!
You were really good for most of your time,
but the sin of greed cast you so wrongly about,
for you moved against your own people, Sam,
you so crassly infringed upon our precious...
the one riding out from the depths of history..!
I write the songs of freedom Sam,
that cherished most precious commodity
that you keep on extorting.
My warning is that you are
pushing us way too far,
assuming that there exist no action that may be taken,
but some among us know who you really are!
You were really good for most of your time,
but the sin of greed cast you so wrongly about,
for you moved against your own people, Sam,
you so crassly infringed upon our precious...
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SONG LYRICS
Published
10th Sep 2015 3:35am
10th Sep 2015 3:35am
Whine Of The Old Chicago Number Nine
Well the night is so lonely
and dreary,
with the tune of the whippoorwill..,
oh...., an' I keep thinkin' 'bout you...
all the live long day....
But the hearth fire still burns hot,
an' the meat is cookin' in the roastin' pot,
but it's just not same without us two....
Oh....,an' I keep on thinkin' 'bout you...,
all the live long day....
Well today I rode out to the local tavern,
just to see what the crew was havin'....,
and I just could not stop thinkin' 'bout you...,
all the live long day....
And the smiles...
and dreary,
with the tune of the whippoorwill..,
oh...., an' I keep thinkin' 'bout you...
all the live long day....
But the hearth fire still burns hot,
an' the meat is cookin' in the roastin' pot,
but it's just not same without us two....
Oh....,an' I keep on thinkin' 'bout you...,
all the live long day....
Well today I rode out to the local tavern,
just to see what the crew was havin'....,
and I just could not stop thinkin' 'bout you...,
all the live long day....
And the smiles...
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DARK POEM
Published
10th Sep 2015 3:06am
10th Sep 2015 3:06am
The Imp And The Fairy Princess
There once was an imp whose appearance was vain,
his behavior was foolish, even his speech and imposing mannerisms were maimed!
From those eastern cannibalistic lands afar he and his kind
had once been blessed,
indentured to serve the superlative bloods' best.
His mortal salvation was his own indenture,
for in his own lands very few of his age did survive
the daily adventure,
let alone thrive
as a simple butler employed in basic mealtime bequest,
being allowed his nourishment from among the tables' finest!
For many years with his...
his behavior was foolish, even his speech and imposing mannerisms were maimed!
From those eastern cannibalistic lands afar he and his kind
had once been blessed,
indentured to serve the superlative bloods' best.
His mortal salvation was his own indenture,
for in his own lands very few of his age did survive
the daily adventure,
let alone thrive
as a simple butler employed in basic mealtime bequest,
being allowed his nourishment from among the tables' finest!
For many years with his...
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SELF POEM
Published
9th Sep 2015 5:23pm
9th Sep 2015 5:23pm
Who It Is That I Am
Let the brave
fantasize about holding great power.
Let the lustful long
for the nymph's delicate body.
Let the dutiful long
for a new endeavor
and the creative ponder for
the next new painting or a structure so strong.
I am the poet;
one among a chosen few,
who dares to dance with death,
but refrains not from embracing
life anew.
Into many distant lands
I have ventured into,
seeking exotic adventure
where the giants stand.
It is...
fantasize about holding great power.
Let the lustful long
for the nymph's delicate body.
Let the dutiful long
for a new endeavor
and the creative ponder for
the next new painting or a structure so strong.
I am the poet;
one among a chosen few,
who dares to dance with death,
but refrains not from embracing
life anew.
Into many distant lands
I have ventured into,
seeking exotic adventure
where the giants stand.
It is...
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STORY POEM
Published
9th Sep 2015 5:17pm
9th Sep 2015 5:17pm
The Coming Of The May Queen
There's a place neath the live oaks
where a tea creek flows so smoothly;
and the water moves o'er the stone wood
as it splashed into sweet cesspools of multicolor
and meadow mint herb vapors.
There's a gentle lady who knows
where to pause and sing enrapturing chants
to the goddess of the wind chime.
When the weather is right
she is out by dew drenched sunlight
to sing whispers of love unto the spirit of Pan
and the green nymph's possessing son .
When the vapors have taken her, ...
where a tea creek flows so smoothly;
and the water moves o'er the stone wood
as it splashed into sweet cesspools of multicolor
and meadow mint herb vapors.
There's a gentle lady who knows
where to pause and sing enrapturing chants
to the goddess of the wind chime.
When the weather is right
she is out by dew drenched sunlight
to sing whispers of love unto the spirit of Pan
and the green nymph's possessing son .
When the vapors have taken her, ...
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