Submissions by marielavoue (Gypsy Red)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Just here... A humble scribe addicted to parchment with a penchant for words...
STORY POEM
Published
2nd Jul 2012 4:26pm
2nd Jul 2012 4:26pm
The Two Sisters
The two sisters
Sol strolls daily across the sky,
shamelessly flaunting her radiant rise.
Day after day she does the same,
Not thinking, her sister cannot share her fame.
While Luna is confined to full moon nights ,
far fewer than her sister has by rights.
How unfair, she thought one day
that only once a month she shows herself in full display.
Her sister Sol daily gets worship and praise
she wear her finest gown, it glints with rays.
But Luna, only gets serenaded by the wolves and hounds,
night...
Sol strolls daily across the sky,
shamelessly flaunting her radiant rise.
Day after day she does the same,
Not thinking, her sister cannot share her fame.
While Luna is confined to full moon nights ,
far fewer than her sister has by rights.
How unfair, she thought one day
that only once a month she shows herself in full display.
Her sister Sol daily gets worship and praise
she wear her finest gown, it glints with rays.
But Luna, only gets serenaded by the wolves and hounds,
night...
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SELF POEM
Published
2nd Jul 2012 4:23pm
2nd Jul 2012 4:23pm
Humanity
My humanity is the quality
and condition of being human.
It allows me to be humane
in the face of brutality,
kind when maliciousness
is the order of the day.
To be benevolent
when as far as the eye can see
all that is visible is the malevolence
that hate wantonly decrees.
I have felt sympathy when no one else
seemed to understand,
tenderness with those
that life has treated hard.
To have goodwill even though
malice and distrust is expected,
be compassionate even when
the heart cannot see what...
and condition of being human.
It allows me to be humane
in the face of brutality,
kind when maliciousness
is the order of the day.
To be benevolent
when as far as the eye can see
all that is visible is the malevolence
that hate wantonly decrees.
I have felt sympathy when no one else
seemed to understand,
tenderness with those
that life has treated hard.
To have goodwill even though
malice and distrust is expected,
be compassionate even when
the heart cannot see what...
967 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
28th Jun 2012 7:59pm
28th Jun 2012 7:59pm
Dinner for One
Sitting at my table,
loneliness is my only company.
My plate served,
I choose my bite as tears roll down my face
my food becomes a sodden site.
There is an ancient belief
that tears are sacred;
that if consumed,
they can be a bad thing
or bring about good.
I know not what mines are,
as they are caused by cruel indifference.
Once I had company at my table
and for many years delighted in cooking
for two, now I sit alone because
he broke that union as if it had no value.
Only solitude accompanies me now,
she and...
loneliness is my only company.
My plate served,
I choose my bite as tears roll down my face
my food becomes a sodden site.
There is an ancient belief
that tears are sacred;
that if consumed,
they can be a bad thing
or bring about good.
I know not what mines are,
as they are caused by cruel indifference.
Once I had company at my table
and for many years delighted in cooking
for two, now I sit alone because
he broke that union as if it had no value.
Only solitude accompanies me now,
she and...
1085 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
28th Jun 2012 7:39pm
28th Jun 2012 7:39pm
Broken Promises
So many promises and so many words
none of which you kept,
none of them had worth.
Who were you trying to fool,
who where you trying play,
don’t you know that in the end
you’ll be caught up in your own game.
Why can’t you see past your ego,
past you idealistic fantasies
and realize that what you throwing away
will be a life long tragedy?
How could you say:”thanks for being in my life,
I love you so much, I can’t say it enough,
you’re the one who keeps me going
and I love you with all my heart”
and now, “my...
none of which you kept,
none of them had worth.
Who were you trying to fool,
who where you trying play,
don’t you know that in the end
you’ll be caught up in your own game.
Why can’t you see past your ego,
past you idealistic fantasies
and realize that what you throwing away
will be a life long tragedy?
How could you say:”thanks for being in my life,
I love you so much, I can’t say it enough,
you’re the one who keeps me going
and I love you with all my heart”
and now, “my...
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STORY POEM
Published
26th Jun 2012 3:47pm
26th Jun 2012 3:47pm
Slow Cajun Waltz
Come dance with me slow Cajun waltz
barefoot and oblivious to the world
just the night air, the music and us…
Listen to the crickets serenade
as the lazy southern
summer night stretches its way…
Hmmm…
It is so hot, bodies covered
in a fine sheen of perspiration,
the smell moonshine permeates the air
along with magnolias and bougainvilleas
in bloom, the night speaks to the romantic souls…
heiii…,
The fiddler says and the accordion accompanies,
we continue to dance this slow Cajun waltz
as...
barefoot and oblivious to the world
just the night air, the music and us…
Listen to the crickets serenade
as the lazy southern
summer night stretches its way…
Hmmm…
It is so hot, bodies covered
in a fine sheen of perspiration,
the smell moonshine permeates the air
along with magnolias and bougainvilleas
in bloom, the night speaks to the romantic souls…
heiii…,
The fiddler says and the accordion accompanies,
we continue to dance this slow Cajun waltz
as...
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SELF POEM
Published
25th Jun 2012 5:30pm
25th Jun 2012 5:30pm
I am woman!
Standing before you, looking you in the eye
one fist pound to the chest,
I tell you: I am a woman of substance!
More than just a consequence
or occurrence of happenstance!
My hearts beats fiercely for you,
my eyes cry passionately for you,
my hands bleed copiously for you,
and when, all others have turned their back,
in that moment, I will show you my definition of love.
Not some fly by night flighty frivolous feeling
that disappears when things get tough,
or the kind that decides this is too hard
not worth the...
one fist pound to the chest,
I tell you: I am a woman of substance!
More than just a consequence
or occurrence of happenstance!
My hearts beats fiercely for you,
my eyes cry passionately for you,
my hands bleed copiously for you,
and when, all others have turned their back,
in that moment, I will show you my definition of love.
Not some fly by night flighty frivolous feeling
that disappears when things get tough,
or the kind that decides this is too hard
not worth the...
888 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Jun 2012 5:38pm
24th Jun 2012 5:38pm
Changing the world begins with me.
Everyone talks of changing the world,
but no one talks of changing himself.”[Leo Tolstoy]
We wake with these grandiose thoughts
of bettering our world, but forget
that first we have to become better men
who then strive to achieve a better life.
“Cometh the hour, cometh the man”
When we face our greatest fears
and are in the midst of our darkest hour,
we come to know the truth about ourselves
and what mettle we are made of.
“A candle loses nothing by lighting another candle.”
...
but no one talks of changing himself.”[Leo Tolstoy]
We wake with these grandiose thoughts
of bettering our world, but forget
that first we have to become better men
who then strive to achieve a better life.
“Cometh the hour, cometh the man”
When we face our greatest fears
and are in the midst of our darkest hour,
we come to know the truth about ourselves
and what mettle we are made of.
“A candle loses nothing by lighting another candle.”
...
1055 reads
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
24th Jun 2012 2:51pm
24th Jun 2012 2:51pm
How do you make somebody love you
How do you make somebody love you without affecting free will?
Answer: You don’t. First, you cannot make anyone do anything,
all you can do is be yourself, let nature take its course and
accept the outcome. Like the quote: “let me accept the things
I cannot change and change the things I cannot accept.”
To force something is to put it in an unnatural state;
love, compassion, generosity and empathy have to be felt genuinely,
flow naturally and given freely to be real and most of all everlasting.
This is especially true of love; you...
Answer: You don’t. First, you cannot make anyone do anything,
all you can do is be yourself, let nature take its course and
accept the outcome. Like the quote: “let me accept the things
I cannot change and change the things I cannot accept.”
To force something is to put it in an unnatural state;
love, compassion, generosity and empathy have to be felt genuinely,
flow naturally and given freely to be real and most of all everlasting.
This is especially true of love; you...
1044 reads
8 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Jun 2012 2:00pm
23rd Jun 2012 2:00pm
Le Gitan Roux II (c'est la fin)
"Laissez Le Bon Temps Roulet"
Le gitan roux said as she smiled and walked away,
back to her shack she strolled and sashayed;
into her swamp raft she did go,
poling it back to the shack she calls home.
She waited to see if the blues man dared follow,
but as usual the promises were hollow.
She wanted love but the story is always the same,
The men only want sex, to them it is all just a game.
She smiled, a bitter knowing smile
time had a way of catching up to those with wile.
“Ohh Blues man, mon petite cher
I could...
Le gitan roux said as she smiled and walked away,
back to her shack she strolled and sashayed;
into her swamp raft she did go,
poling it back to the shack she calls home.
She waited to see if the blues man dared follow,
but as usual the promises were hollow.
She wanted love but the story is always the same,
The men only want sex, to them it is all just a game.
She smiled, a bitter knowing smile
time had a way of catching up to those with wile.
“Ohh Blues man, mon petite cher
I could...
792 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Jun 2012 1:57pm
23rd Jun 2012 1:57pm
Le Gitan Roux’s Juke Joint (reposted)
Down in the Louisiana bayous, there is a rundown shack,
where the gypsy lives, waaay, way in the back.
On this particular day she wanted to hear the blues
at the juke joint, get down and dirty with the tunes,
So she gets in her pole raft and goes downriver,
Where she knows that guitar player always delivers.
She is haughty and as Creole as it gets
and meaner than a rattle snake in its nest,
saucy and piquant will fight at the drop of a hat,
put a root or curse on you quick as that.
Tonight her...
where the gypsy lives, waaay, way in the back.
On this particular day she wanted to hear the blues
at the juke joint, get down and dirty with the tunes,
So she gets in her pole raft and goes downriver,
Where she knows that guitar player always delivers.
She is haughty and as Creole as it gets
and meaner than a rattle snake in its nest,
saucy and piquant will fight at the drop of a hat,
put a root or curse on you quick as that.
Tonight her...
960 reads
9 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2012 8:55pm
22nd Jun 2012 8:55pm
In the eye of the beholder
Eyes that do not see
heart that does not feel,
how a heart bleeds
or my how many tears spill.
Words cannot truly express
what is in plain view
the depth of emotions
in all its shades and hues.
In the eye of the beholder;
can it really be seen?
who truly lives
within the person you see?
The eye can be easily fooled,
the heart most certainly tooled,
but the soul of the woman or man,
cannot be changed on command.
Can you see through the eyes,
the love that lives inside?
The...
heart that does not feel,
how a heart bleeds
or my how many tears spill.
Words cannot truly express
what is in plain view
the depth of emotions
in all its shades and hues.
In the eye of the beholder;
can it really be seen?
who truly lives
within the person you see?
The eye can be easily fooled,
the heart most certainly tooled,
but the soul of the woman or man,
cannot be changed on command.
Can you see through the eyes,
the love that lives inside?
The...
2046 reads
8 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
15th May 2012 4:03pm
15th May 2012 4:03pm
My true north…
When I have lost my way
and flounder adrift in life’s sea,
I keep a lookout for the light
of home that will guide me
to the harbor of your peace.
For too long I have been gone
from the comfort you bring,
those moments of quiet solace
like an early morning in spring,
filled with the sweet words
that you so generously give.
You have become a beacon
of hope for better days
and the wish the one day
I will be able to say,
“thank you” for being my friend
during the darkest of
moments in...
and flounder adrift in life’s sea,
I keep a lookout for the light
of home that will guide me
to the harbor of your peace.
For too long I have been gone
from the comfort you bring,
those moments of quiet solace
like an early morning in spring,
filled with the sweet words
that you so generously give.
You have become a beacon
of hope for better days
and the wish the one day
I will be able to say,
“thank you” for being my friend
during the darkest of
moments in...
5628 reads
12 Comments
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