Submissions by jolais
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Jun 2011 12:12pm
13th Jun 2011 12:12pm
Getting up
I have every intention
of changing your mind
your views of us
and where we are
only when the wind blows
are changes shown
and only when the wind blows
are they tested
made, or broken
Baby, the wind
blows on tonight
and you and I never see
the sun
as much
as I know we will
but I'll stand
for you
I'll wait for you
as long
as the wind blows
and you know
it'll open up the sky
don't worry, Baby
We'll see the sun again
of changing your mind
your views of us
and where we are
only when the wind blows
are changes shown
and only when the wind blows
are they tested
made, or broken
Baby, the wind
blows on tonight
and you and I never see
the sun
as much
as I know we will
but I'll stand
for you
I'll wait for you
as long
as the wind blows
and you know
it'll open up the sky
don't worry, Baby
We'll see the sun again
1022 reads
8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Jun 2011 11:51am
13th Jun 2011 11:51am
Conception of a black hole
We, delicate products, like waterlogged pages
where faded words still clutch tight an empty stomach
flashing us their wing-clipped pages
we always find we crave the pages
Uncertainty carries off its weight in flesh
and buries its fangs even into resemblance
as paranoia breeds a thrill in pain; in memory
in fabrication, adrenaline building a pin-drop addiction
branding every silent gist to memory -
we relish and curse our memory
where faded words still clutch tight an empty stomach
flashing us their wing-clipped pages
we always find we crave the pages
Uncertainty carries off its weight in flesh
and buries its fangs even into resemblance
as paranoia breeds a thrill in pain; in memory
in fabrication, adrenaline building a pin-drop addiction
branding every silent gist to memory -
we relish and curse our memory
1064 reads
10 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th May 2011 12:59pm
26th May 2011 12:59pm
Sized-To-Fit (A Crude Satire)
He has a great big cock
and that makes all the difference to me
because every woman knows
(though she mightn't say)
that size is the key to ecstasy
especially after five kids
all birthed vaginally.
My Kegels work like spells on men
but hey, call me lazy.
I just need a thick one to ravage me.
We met by chance.
Had all the 'vim and vigour' in our romance
though dance of words and glance
were sorely missed. I tried one-sidedly
to brighten the trysts
with improper remarks and witty quips, ...
and that makes all the difference to me
because every woman knows
(though she mightn't say)
that size is the key to ecstasy
especially after five kids
all birthed vaginally.
My Kegels work like spells on men
but hey, call me lazy.
I just need a thick one to ravage me.
We met by chance.
Had all the 'vim and vigour' in our romance
though dance of words and glance
were sorely missed. I tried one-sidedly
to brighten the trysts
with improper remarks and witty quips, ...
1761 reads
12 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
18th May 2011 11:08pm
18th May 2011 11:08pm
I'll be fine once the tune fades
This gold ain't goin' down easy
rough like burn and scrape down my throat
but I'll take it to feel that sway
under quiet stars tonight.
Didn't know it could take me
but it's got me fair
only another fiberglass pony
rusted off the carousel
but the music was so fine --
and I could drop it
so easy
if a hush would silence the songs.
No, I ain't takin' this stride so easy
feet tripping, catching and kicking at
every dip in the road
but I'm good
once the whistle
wears off ...
rough like burn and scrape down my throat
but I'll take it to feel that sway
under quiet stars tonight.
Didn't know it could take me
but it's got me fair
only another fiberglass pony
rusted off the carousel
but the music was so fine --
and I could drop it
so easy
if a hush would silence the songs.
No, I ain't takin' this stride so easy
feet tripping, catching and kicking at
every dip in the road
but I'm good
once the whistle
wears off ...
1019 reads
8 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Apr 2011 10:59am
27th Apr 2011 10:59am
you'll never know
1404 reads
17 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Apr 2011 9:19am
21st Apr 2011 9:19am
Puerto Vallarta sounds nice...
Life's little mistakes"
That's what she called them
"If you ever get the chance
to get away and make some"
she said
she knows me better than most
and she gets more of my respect
than most
I had to triple check
my moral code after that
and I think
I may book myself a vacation
That's what she called them
"If you ever get the chance
to get away and make some"
she said
she knows me better than most
and she gets more of my respect
than most
I had to triple check
my moral code after that
and I think
I may book myself a vacation
987 reads
14 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
18th Apr 2011 8:56am
18th Apr 2011 8:56am
a musing on psychology and grapefruit
when extremely stressed,
some may often feel the urge to clean something--
give themselves something constructive to do while
they vent out loud to themselves
as if they were someone else.
they may come to the conclusion
that it creates an illusion of something being
accomplished;
something
coming to order in their messy life.
and they may or may not have become quite attached to the smell
of this grapefruit scented
all-purpose cleaner.
some may often feel the urge to clean something--
give themselves something constructive to do while
they vent out loud to themselves
as if they were someone else.
they may come to the conclusion
that it creates an illusion of something being
accomplished;
something
coming to order in their messy life.
and they may or may not have become quite attached to the smell
of this grapefruit scented
all-purpose cleaner.
982 reads
13 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
12th Apr 2011 7:40am
12th Apr 2011 7:40am
Komodo
I am cold now.
But it's better
than before
when I needed you
to hold me.
Evolution takes care
of her own
in her own
special way
does she not?
So
from starved puppy
I grew:
Hair dropped off in chunks
(you didn't notice at the time)
while skin turned a scaly green
clawed fingers
to cling to everything
replaced the playful paws.
I began to bask in sun
for warmth
instead of emitting;
eager eyes hardened, shrunk
to search for...
But it's better
than before
when I needed you
to hold me.
Evolution takes care
of her own
in her own
special way
does she not?
So
from starved puppy
I grew:
Hair dropped off in chunks
(you didn't notice at the time)
while skin turned a scaly green
clawed fingers
to cling to everything
replaced the playful paws.
I began to bask in sun
for warmth
instead of emitting;
eager eyes hardened, shrunk
to search for...
1215 reads
8 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
30th Mar 2011 4:12pm
30th Mar 2011 4:12pm
artful liars - de femme
--Thanks to Hemihead for letting me rework his poem "artful liars" from a female's POV.--
women are artful liars
to themselves
when they read words written
half a world away
that convince them
true love
is alive
in distance
forgetting that attraction
is as much about scent
and ripple of shoulder movement
into a spanner
and the way a man rants
and laughs
and turns glance to a gaze
something between frustration and adoration
disarming enough to make us
forget ourselves ...
women are artful liars
to themselves
when they read words written
half a world away
that convince them
true love
is alive
in distance
forgetting that attraction
is as much about scent
and ripple of shoulder movement
into a spanner
and the way a man rants
and laughs
and turns glance to a gaze
something between frustration and adoration
disarming enough to make us
forget ourselves ...
1074 reads
7 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
27th Mar 2011 5:58pm
27th Mar 2011 5:58pm
Sometimes I talk to my dreams
I told him I hate
his gung-ho spontaneity
self-possession
and especially his obsession
with reality
that I hate
his ability to spin pleasure
from naught
even if it is due in part
to his fine choices
for freedom
I told him I hate
the way he coos to transience
and reveals character
with simplicity
and silence
But I didn't tell him aloud
what really bothers me
though my conscious
could almost hear it said-
I left out that I hate
how the tensity in...
his gung-ho spontaneity
self-possession
and especially his obsession
with reality
that I hate
his ability to spin pleasure
from naught
even if it is due in part
to his fine choices
for freedom
I told him I hate
the way he coos to transience
and reveals character
with simplicity
and silence
But I didn't tell him aloud
what really bothers me
though my conscious
could almost hear it said-
I left out that I hate
how the tensity in...
1341 reads
15 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Mar 2011 00:27am
21st Mar 2011 00:27am
Cyber Monday (Best of the Worst)
Baby, I want to...
Want your body so bad
But the screen will have to do
You dropped a hint or two
got me hooked on your dry wit
half-compliments
and your pretty "oo" lips
I feign resistance
but we both know how this is gonna go,
don't we?
Of course I've got to let myself blow
to the fantasies you've lyrically fine-tuned
running my mind
with your slow metaphorical burn
and push -
Uses, uses
Damn right, I'd suit...
Want your body so bad
But the screen will have to do
You dropped a hint or two
got me hooked on your dry wit
half-compliments
and your pretty "oo" lips
I feign resistance
but we both know how this is gonna go,
don't we?
Of course I've got to let myself blow
to the fantasies you've lyrically fine-tuned
running my mind
with your slow metaphorical burn
and push -
Uses, uses
Damn right, I'd suit...
1310 reads
10 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Mar 2011 2:44pm
15th Mar 2011 2:44pm
In lieu of sensibilities
The words won't reach
they stall, they stutter
they're not mine anyway
they're yours
they're yours
fire light songs
slow our dance in my mind
and the voice that stays
is yours
just yours
Trip-hop thoughts fall
over all the ways
you make me weak -
I'm always yours
I'm yours
I'm yours
they stall, they stutter
they're not mine anyway
they're yours
they're yours
fire light songs
slow our dance in my mind
and the voice that stays
is yours
just yours
Trip-hop thoughts fall
over all the ways
you make me weak -
I'm always yours
I'm yours
I'm yours
899 reads
4 Comments
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