Submissions by marielavoue (Gypsy Red)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Just here... A humble scribe addicted to parchment with a penchant for words...
EROTIC POEM
Published
12th May 2016 6:17pm
12th May 2016 6:17pm
Red’s Poetic Mojo
My Mojo is special don’t you know,
it captures as sure as I tell you so,
hahaha, you cannot, this spell escape,
made with magic the gypsy woman’s way.
I light my candles and let those blues play,
flow with the beat and to the rhythm I sway,
lay my words down and invite you into my game,
mystery is my charm and creole savoir faire on display.
Are you ready baby? My mojo Is burnin bright
don’t be scared like a moth I bring closer to its light,
I ga-ron-tee you will like what I have in mind,
The gris gris wraps around you as is...
it captures as sure as I tell you so,
hahaha, you cannot, this spell escape,
made with magic the gypsy woman’s way.
I light my candles and let those blues play,
flow with the beat and to the rhythm I sway,
lay my words down and invite you into my game,
mystery is my charm and creole savoir faire on display.
Are you ready baby? My mojo Is burnin bright
don’t be scared like a moth I bring closer to its light,
I ga-ron-tee you will like what I have in mind,
The gris gris wraps around you as is...
968 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
9th May 2016 8:15pm
9th May 2016 8:15pm
Death Stalks Me
Death is stalking me…
Death is stalking me…
around dark corners and dimly lit rooms
out of dark closets under the beds
and behind the curtains that hid the light of the moon.
He stalks me…
Sending a glaciating feel down my spine
numbing my senses and dulling my mind.
Once the intelligencer now I cower from the fear
that the larcener of life draws ever more near.
This malison now hangs over me
like a diaphanous fog
all but what he wants me to see.
Death, stalks me…
ever the payanim I have always been,
I...
Death is stalking me…
around dark corners and dimly lit rooms
out of dark closets under the beds
and behind the curtains that hid the light of the moon.
He stalks me…
Sending a glaciating feel down my spine
numbing my senses and dulling my mind.
Once the intelligencer now I cower from the fear
that the larcener of life draws ever more near.
This malison now hangs over me
like a diaphanous fog
all but what he wants me to see.
Death, stalks me…
ever the payanim I have always been,
I...
2878 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th May 2016 6:01pm
9th May 2016 6:01pm
Who Are You?...
WHO ARE YOU?...
Undress yourself, no I am not talking about
the garments you wear to impress your peers
or that which you purchase
to create envy in the gullible seers.
It's not your power suit or your super high pumps,
the flawless makeup or supped up car,
not your academic degrees
(that do nothing but distance you from the rest)
nor your high paying job....divest...
Divest yourself of these things now
show me who you are....
Who are you?
Who are you without all the trappings of luxury,
perceived power or...
Undress yourself, no I am not talking about
the garments you wear to impress your peers
or that which you purchase
to create envy in the gullible seers.
It's not your power suit or your super high pumps,
the flawless makeup or supped up car,
not your academic degrees
(that do nothing but distance you from the rest)
nor your high paying job....divest...
Divest yourself of these things now
show me who you are....
Who are you?
Who are you without all the trappings of luxury,
perceived power or...
1601 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Apr 2016 6:04pm
28th Apr 2016 6:04pm
My Ouroboros Apocrypha
My *ouroboros apocrypha is an
evolved and enlightened writing to a certain degree,
coupled with my views from the positive to pejorative,
the obscure, arcane even occult subjects as well as objects.
This apocryphal, optimistic in a sense is about some writings
which are kept secret because they are the conduits
of a clandestine knowledge considered, by some elitists,
too profound or too sacred to be disclosed to anyone
other than the religiously ordained or divinely initiated.
For shame… we are not ready, we walk,...
evolved and enlightened writing to a certain degree,
coupled with my views from the positive to pejorative,
the obscure, arcane even occult subjects as well as objects.
This apocryphal, optimistic in a sense is about some writings
which are kept secret because they are the conduits
of a clandestine knowledge considered, by some elitists,
too profound or too sacred to be disclosed to anyone
other than the religiously ordained or divinely initiated.
For shame… we are not ready, we walk,...
1122 reads
6 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
20th Apr 2016 6:22pm
20th Apr 2016 6:22pm
Slow
Slow, slow motion
like the ebb and flow
movements of the ocean.
Dip and rise
gentle and gradual
igniting the fire in my eyes
again and again you glide
smooth and sleek
a painstaking ride
I slip and you slide
together loving
deep into the night
your body plunges
and mine bathes
our “humors” are rising
recede and surge
with every gesture
moan or sexy word
we explore the many ways
the velvety soft meets
the phallus in rock hard phase.
Now that, I say
is making...
like the ebb and flow
movements of the ocean.
Dip and rise
gentle and gradual
igniting the fire in my eyes
again and again you glide
smooth and sleek
a painstaking ride
I slip and you slide
together loving
deep into the night
your body plunges
and mine bathes
our “humors” are rising
recede and surge
with every gesture
moan or sexy word
we explore the many ways
the velvety soft meets
the phallus in rock hard phase.
Now that, I say
is making...
#sex
#erotic
1279 reads
10 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
20th Apr 2016 5:52pm
20th Apr 2016 5:52pm
Psst… You know what time it is…
Psst… You know what time it is…
It’s time to get grown,
for us to set this game underway,
the one chock full
of hot whispers and moans
you know how we play…
mmm…
If I call you big daddy
would you like it that?
stroking you there,
will you give me a booty smack?
ohh I need it something bad,
the way a real roughneck
knows how to bend the back.
mmmm…
Slow your roll down baby,
I like it like that,
talk it out of me daddy,
you put the rrrr in the purr’s
cumming from my kitty kat. ...
It’s time to get grown,
for us to set this game underway,
the one chock full
of hot whispers and moans
you know how we play…
mmm…
If I call you big daddy
would you like it that?
stroking you there,
will you give me a booty smack?
ohh I need it something bad,
the way a real roughneck
knows how to bend the back.
mmmm…
Slow your roll down baby,
I like it like that,
talk it out of me daddy,
you put the rrrr in the purr’s
cumming from my kitty kat. ...
1071 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
14th Apr 2016 7:48pm
14th Apr 2016 7:48pm
The Devil In The Detail
The Devil in the Detail
The devil is running amuck
we see shadows within shadows
create enemies of friends
fear is a motherfucker
and betrayal can kill in the end.
How many times do we need to be…
Lied to, betrayed, hurt,
kicked when your down
discarded, rejected,
made to feel unwanted
and in the eyes of a loved one
not see yourself reflected…
Then after all that…
come face to face with your mortality
knowing your life, now,
is on the creators timeclock
that sooner or later...
The devil is running amuck
we see shadows within shadows
create enemies of friends
fear is a motherfucker
and betrayal can kill in the end.
How many times do we need to be…
Lied to, betrayed, hurt,
kicked when your down
discarded, rejected,
made to feel unwanted
and in the eyes of a loved one
not see yourself reflected…
Then after all that…
come face to face with your mortality
knowing your life, now,
is on the creators timeclock
that sooner or later...
652 reads
3 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
13th Apr 2016 5:08pm
13th Apr 2016 5:08pm
The Poet's Vein
I love mining your thoughts
seeking that elusive vein…
the one that holds what I need,
and when I seek respite
I dive into the pools of your dreams
there calming my tempest,
enigmatic to many you may seem
but not to me, not to me…
I see the seas of majic in your poetry,
It feeds my soul, kick starts the poet’s heart
making it beat fierce
always leaving its indelible mark.
Yet I come and go like the wind
leaving only a scent,
patchouli…and the writings you read ,
the only indicator of my presence
as I whisper in...
seeking that elusive vein…
the one that holds what I need,
and when I seek respite
I dive into the pools of your dreams
there calming my tempest,
enigmatic to many you may seem
but not to me, not to me…
I see the seas of majic in your poetry,
It feeds my soul, kick starts the poet’s heart
making it beat fierce
always leaving its indelible mark.
Yet I come and go like the wind
leaving only a scent,
patchouli…and the writings you read ,
the only indicator of my presence
as I whisper in...
973 reads
7 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
12th Apr 2016 7:23pm
12th Apr 2016 7:23pm
Enchantment
Enchantment
Very deep and inspiring
leaves the mind inquiring
to whom you offer
such poetic admirings..
Know that this lovely sentiment
is most definitely reciprocated
Let´s unlift the veil where we dwell
in the poetique pools
of reciprocal affections
using words as honorary confections
Tasty, yes… our connection
Is multifaceted, multidimensional.
Traveling phantoms
from another lifetime
I see you in this re-incarnation
as a metaphorical Red carnation
A rare breed indeed
thus the need...
Very deep and inspiring
leaves the mind inquiring
to whom you offer
such poetic admirings..
Know that this lovely sentiment
is most definitely reciprocated
Let´s unlift the veil where we dwell
in the poetique pools
of reciprocal affections
using words as honorary confections
Tasty, yes… our connection
Is multifaceted, multidimensional.
Traveling phantoms
from another lifetime
I see you in this re-incarnation
as a metaphorical Red carnation
A rare breed indeed
thus the need...
829 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
12th Apr 2016 3:50pm
12th Apr 2016 3:50pm
The sweetness
Come get some of this sugar,
never to be confused
with an artificial confection,
sweet and low is a figurative action
This right here… is REAL, RAW,
cane sugar of island origin.
I have been gone but never forgotten
I dwell in your spirit’s darkest hidden away locket,
many come and many go, yet in me,
your muse sees its reflection
and to the challenge it rises,
arousing to create sonnetic perfection.
Yeah, this sweetness is like no other
so with your permission
let’s make this a cataclysmic collision,
laden...
never to be confused
with an artificial confection,
sweet and low is a figurative action
This right here… is REAL, RAW,
cane sugar of island origin.
I have been gone but never forgotten
I dwell in your spirit’s darkest hidden away locket,
many come and many go, yet in me,
your muse sees its reflection
and to the challenge it rises,
arousing to create sonnetic perfection.
Yeah, this sweetness is like no other
so with your permission
let’s make this a cataclysmic collision,
laden...
971 reads
7 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
2nd Nov 2015 9:23pm
2nd Nov 2015 9:23pm
Together
Allow me to minister to your soul
and undress your mind,
gently sooth your spirit
as slowly we become intertwined,
stripping you of your inhibitions,
flipping through the pages of your mind,
rewriting the ending of your night,
with a scintillating performance
of erotic choreographed pantomime.
Ssss.. give me your tongue bebe…
I want to savor the taste of you
as if it were the sweetest of wines,
while my bedroom eyes devour
your male physique’s every line,
subliminal messages issued and received,
describe...
and undress your mind,
gently sooth your spirit
as slowly we become intertwined,
stripping you of your inhibitions,
flipping through the pages of your mind,
rewriting the ending of your night,
with a scintillating performance
of erotic choreographed pantomime.
Ssss.. give me your tongue bebe…
I want to savor the taste of you
as if it were the sweetest of wines,
while my bedroom eyes devour
your male physique’s every line,
subliminal messages issued and received,
describe...
1599 reads
5 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
2nd Oct 2015 10:43pm
2nd Oct 2015 10:43pm
I the Empath
There is an intensity most cannot define
they see only that it lives in my eyes,
there in their depths the story is told
of many nights cried, of anguish alongside
the tenacious spirit of my defiance.
I carry the heavy weight of feeling in flesh
all the trials and tribulations of those at their lowest.
It is the vocation in life for which I was ordained
to carry the burden of those in pain,
no matter how big or small, known or not, friend or foe
empathy must never waver for it is price for own behavior.
I do not regret or...
they see only that it lives in my eyes,
there in their depths the story is told
of many nights cried, of anguish alongside
the tenacious spirit of my defiance.
I carry the heavy weight of feeling in flesh
all the trials and tribulations of those at their lowest.
It is the vocation in life for which I was ordained
to carry the burden of those in pain,
no matter how big or small, known or not, friend or foe
empathy must never waver for it is price for own behavior.
I do not regret or...
5720 reads
9 Comments
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