Submissions by marielavoue (Gypsy Red)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Just here... A humble scribe addicted to parchment with a penchant for words...
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Jul 2012 1:14am
24th Jul 2012 1:14am
She's the Cat's Meow
Have you ever met a gal
that was the cat’s meow?
A real humdinger
that walked like a dream,
and when she passed by
would wink, making you feel
like the captain of the team?
The boys would all say
she is the bee’s knees,
but all you wanted was for her
to blow kisses at you in the breeze.
Some boys would get bold
but she is a firecracker,
turning them down cold.
She is a real corker and
can dish it like the best,
not about to let some dandy
think he can win her,
like some prize in...
that was the cat’s meow?
A real humdinger
that walked like a dream,
and when she passed by
would wink, making you feel
like the captain of the team?
The boys would all say
she is the bee’s knees,
but all you wanted was for her
to blow kisses at you in the breeze.
Some boys would get bold
but she is a firecracker,
turning them down cold.
She is a real corker and
can dish it like the best,
not about to let some dandy
think he can win her,
like some prize in...
866 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2012 1:19am
23rd Jul 2012 1:19am
“Too white to be black and too black to be considered white”.
I am Creole, too white to be black, too black to be white.
Every day of my life this has been a fight.
Where exactly do I and mine fit in?
Where does the hate stop and the acceptance begin?
The darker brothers and sisters dislike us because we are so light,
And the whites hate us because we are the “dingy white”.
Confusion follows those that are like me,
because our heritage(both) makes no allowances for us to just, be.
We became an entity on to our selves,
a people with our own languages and sense of self.
No matter the mix,...
Every day of my life this has been a fight.
Where exactly do I and mine fit in?
Where does the hate stop and the acceptance begin?
The darker brothers and sisters dislike us because we are so light,
And the whites hate us because we are the “dingy white”.
Confusion follows those that are like me,
because our heritage(both) makes no allowances for us to just, be.
We became an entity on to our selves,
a people with our own languages and sense of self.
No matter the mix,...
1214 reads
16 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2012 1:08am
23rd Jul 2012 1:08am
AFRO-ANTILLANO
Being Afro-Antillean implies many things, like the mixture of Aboriginal Taino, African slave and European bourgeoisie, as part of a long and sad history. The protagonists of the overseas expansion were mainly Spain, Portugal, England, France and Holland; the Western Europeans landed on the West Indies like a epidemic, more terrible that the black plague, forever extinguishing the flame of Aboriginal people.
In the social chaos that ensued, the Indians were forced to learn the way of life of the new masters. The impact of cultures was terrible. In Puerto Rico, as well as...
In the social chaos that ensued, the Indians were forced to learn the way of life of the new masters. The impact of cultures was terrible. In Puerto Rico, as well as...
1365 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
19th Jul 2012 8:24pm
19th Jul 2012 8:24pm
One Night's Virtual Kiss
Words on a screen,
is what you are comprised of;
you are a mystery to my mind,
coming like a dream so sublime.
For so long my body has been barren,
a desert, parched of tenderness and passion.
My desires emaciated, have become a memory.
The longing solidified my heart, a cold stone,
but my dreams I could not reign in or control.
The woman I am has dominion,
her desires would not be denied
even if the moment is ephemeral.
My ambient liquid dreams are a
vivid image of loving, feeling
you caress me as if I was fragile. ...
is what you are comprised of;
you are a mystery to my mind,
coming like a dream so sublime.
For so long my body has been barren,
a desert, parched of tenderness and passion.
My desires emaciated, have become a memory.
The longing solidified my heart, a cold stone,
but my dreams I could not reign in or control.
The woman I am has dominion,
her desires would not be denied
even if the moment is ephemeral.
My ambient liquid dreams are a
vivid image of loving, feeling
you caress me as if I was fragile. ...
1580 reads
16 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
18th Jul 2012 6:11pm
18th Jul 2012 6:11pm
The Voices of the Batá
The Voices of the Batá
779 reads
10 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
17th Jul 2012 3:16pm
17th Jul 2012 3:16pm
sublime femeninity
sublime femeninity
990 reads
16 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Jul 2012 6:25pm
16th Jul 2012 6:25pm
The Egun and The Seer
From the land of the ancestors, a call
to the chosen one of this generation,
deciphering a must, the messages they recall
powerless to deny the Egun’s dilation.
They wail and whisper, their wants will not wait,
their existence entraps them on this living plane,
business unfinished, robbed by fate,
they seek one who can speak their warnings or pain.
Time is irrelevant to the Egun, already finite,
come and go as they please, with demands to be met,
a seer has no choice but to hear their plight ,
yet darker entities a curse on the seer they...
to the chosen one of this generation,
deciphering a must, the messages they recall
powerless to deny the Egun’s dilation.
They wail and whisper, their wants will not wait,
their existence entraps them on this living plane,
business unfinished, robbed by fate,
they seek one who can speak their warnings or pain.
Time is irrelevant to the Egun, already finite,
come and go as they please, with demands to be met,
a seer has no choice but to hear their plight ,
yet darker entities a curse on the seer they...
817 reads
8 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Jul 2012 6:20pm
16th Jul 2012 6:20pm
Forget me not…
Forget me not when I am there no longer
for although the distance may separate
I carry you in my spirit, it makes me stronger,
it wills me to return to the heaven of your embrace.
Forget me not my tender lover,
the sweetness of your melodies ,
gentle lilt of your words
for you are all I want, you and no other.
If one wish could be granted it would be,
to experience one more kiss and caress ,
to make love so majestically,
forever burned into our memory.
Forget me not my prince,
you who saw beauty inside me;
how ever...
for although the distance may separate
I carry you in my spirit, it makes me stronger,
it wills me to return to the heaven of your embrace.
Forget me not my tender lover,
the sweetness of your melodies ,
gentle lilt of your words
for you are all I want, you and no other.
If one wish could be granted it would be,
to experience one more kiss and caress ,
to make love so majestically,
forever burned into our memory.
Forget me not my prince,
you who saw beauty inside me;
how ever...
1386 reads
12 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Jul 2012 1:52am
14th Jul 2012 1:52am
Haiku - Wish
Made into the night,
whispers, to the stars appeal,
twinkles signal yes.
whispers, to the stars appeal,
twinkles signal yes.
834 reads
12 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Jul 2012 1:43am
14th Jul 2012 1:43am
Haiku - The Question
The response, unknown;
ask for an answer, the quest,
solution, be pleased.
ask for an answer, the quest,
solution, be pleased.
908 reads
14 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
12th Jul 2012 2:13am
12th Jul 2012 2:13am
WHAT IS COLOR YOUR AURA?
The aura, color that silhouettes and halos the body,
the life force that gives you health and energy;
each color differentiates the passions
and emotions in a peculiar yet distinct way.
We all have auras, but only a rare few can see them
and rarer still those who can heal this human essence.
Every human being has their very own particularly unique aura,
a signature that defines their singular being.
The aura can indicates feelings and intentions,
on occasions also the negativity in all its dimensions.
Some people used it to...
the life force that gives you health and energy;
each color differentiates the passions
and emotions in a peculiar yet distinct way.
We all have auras, but only a rare few can see them
and rarer still those who can heal this human essence.
Every human being has their very own particularly unique aura,
a signature that defines their singular being.
The aura can indicates feelings and intentions,
on occasions also the negativity in all its dimensions.
Some people used it to...
4566 reads
19 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Jul 2012 6:30pm
11th Jul 2012 6:30pm
Coquette
La coquette, smoldering eyes
and movements that beckon,
on shapely legs and thighs,
sensuality without question.
Supple alabaster skin
intoxicatingly scented,
a dangerous combination
she knowingly created.
Coyness is her ultimate allure,
her plump pouty lips,
your attention captures
as does the sway of her hips.
She exudes sex provocatively,
beauty is not, the magnet,
she possesses this inadvertently
bewitching all who fall in her net.
The vision of her inflames the mind, ...
and movements that beckon,
on shapely legs and thighs,
sensuality without question.
Supple alabaster skin
intoxicatingly scented,
a dangerous combination
she knowingly created.
Coyness is her ultimate allure,
her plump pouty lips,
your attention captures
as does the sway of her hips.
She exudes sex provocatively,
beauty is not, the magnet,
she possesses this inadvertently
bewitching all who fall in her net.
The vision of her inflames the mind, ...
1171 reads
12 Comments
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