Submissions by marielavoue (Gypsy Red)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Just here... A humble scribe addicted to parchment with a penchant for words...
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2012 11:22pm
23rd Apr 2012 11:22pm
My Guitar Weeps
My guitar weeps its tears without refrain,
without refrain as its music plays out my pain.
Guitar, you interpret my pain in your vibrato,
a pain, that knows no happy outcome.
I shall drink waters of this fountain,
this fountain, poisoned, shall forever remain,
poisoned because my tears have fallen therein,
tears mixed with profound anguish.
It is anguish that overflows and colors
my hearts’ melodies without restraint,
no restraint can hold back this agony.
The agony goes without a name,
no name because to speak it aloud ...
without refrain as its music plays out my pain.
Guitar, you interpret my pain in your vibrato,
a pain, that knows no happy outcome.
I shall drink waters of this fountain,
this fountain, poisoned, shall forever remain,
poisoned because my tears have fallen therein,
tears mixed with profound anguish.
It is anguish that overflows and colors
my hearts’ melodies without restraint,
no restraint can hold back this agony.
The agony goes without a name,
no name because to speak it aloud ...
#guitars
#sadness
1268 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
9th Apr 2012 6:20pm
9th Apr 2012 6:20pm
The sorrows of a mother’s heart
The sorrows of a mother’s heart
sometimes are too numerous to count.
The disappointment is insurmountable
when it is your children who bring it about.
A single parent lives trying to make up
for what this child’s life might lack,
consoling themselves with a waterfall of tears
caused by the pain and guilt carried on their back.
I have wept many a bitter tear
berating myself for not being stronger,
smarter, lacking courage or so full of fear.
I gave my children in recompense, my youth
and love, extinguishing any dreams, a...
sometimes are too numerous to count.
The disappointment is insurmountable
when it is your children who bring it about.
A single parent lives trying to make up
for what this child’s life might lack,
consoling themselves with a waterfall of tears
caused by the pain and guilt carried on their back.
I have wept many a bitter tear
berating myself for not being stronger,
smarter, lacking courage or so full of fear.
I gave my children in recompense, my youth
and love, extinguishing any dreams, a...
11895 reads
14 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
2nd Apr 2012 4:44pm
2nd Apr 2012 4:44pm
Fearsome, the night comes
The night comes
with it, it brings fear
and things not of my mind,
that whisper in my ear.
Things that tease
from the peripheral of sight,
they seethe in wait
for us to extinguish the light.
The night comes
full of fearsome things,
that can smell
the terror that to us clings.
Creatures that remain
unseen and we can only hear,
await an opportunity
to make real our worst fear.
“The night once again comes our way”,
asserts the beldame
“full of things
we would...
with it, it brings fear
and things not of my mind,
that whisper in my ear.
Things that tease
from the peripheral of sight,
they seethe in wait
for us to extinguish the light.
The night comes
full of fearsome things,
that can smell
the terror that to us clings.
Creatures that remain
unseen and we can only hear,
await an opportunity
to make real our worst fear.
“The night once again comes our way”,
asserts the beldame
“full of things
we would...
999 reads
8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Mar 2012 3:33pm
29th Mar 2012 3:33pm
Har Megiddo ()
Har Megiddo הר מגידו
In the time that is yet to come
on an ancient battle plane,
Har Megiddo is the chosen one
that has been foretold to be the place.
The word will be the weapon
that cleanses all that has become profane,
this coming will be the second
heralding the dawn of the final change.
The warriors are carefully chosen,
light and dark are the sides they claim,
the ranks filled with the denizen,
the losses will be...
In the time that is yet to come
on an ancient battle plane,
Har Megiddo is the chosen one
that has been foretold to be the place.
The word will be the weapon
that cleanses all that has become profane,
this coming will be the second
heralding the dawn of the final change.
The warriors are carefully chosen,
light and dark are the sides they claim,
the ranks filled with the denizen,
the losses will be...
1011 reads
10 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
27th Mar 2012 6:35pm
27th Mar 2012 6:35pm
Pitching Woo
To be pitched woo, charmed,
enchanted and seduced
alas things of a time long past
forgotten and unknown
to this era of fast, fast as you can go…
To be read poetry with gallant "savoir faire"
confident, maybe brash but never crude,
always a gentlemen was the norm,
to court a lady which your eye has caught;
under no circumstance are you to be lewd,
that would just never do
because to woo a woman is an art,
lost by the young, yet could be
recaptured if you are smart.
Ahh… but it is an unknown language that I speak ...
enchanted and seduced
alas things of a time long past
forgotten and unknown
to this era of fast, fast as you can go…
To be read poetry with gallant "savoir faire"
confident, maybe brash but never crude,
always a gentlemen was the norm,
to court a lady which your eye has caught;
under no circumstance are you to be lewd,
that would just never do
because to woo a woman is an art,
lost by the young, yet could be
recaptured if you are smart.
Ahh… but it is an unknown language that I speak ...
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SELF POEM
Published
8th Mar 2012 12:52pm
8th Mar 2012 12:52pm
My muse wears combat boots (reposted)
My muse wears combat boots
especially when he thinks he is funny,
he freezes my inspiration
as if I owed him some money.
It makes me want to slap him,
waaay from the back,
because he refuses to cooperate
and stay with me on track.
The fucker wants things his way,
he had to be a male.
Ladies what do you say,
shall I stick it to him in the tail?
I give him many luscious words
and even music that I play,
he still manages to snub me...
especially when he thinks he is funny,
he freezes my inspiration
as if I owed him some money.
It makes me want to slap him,
waaay from the back,
because he refuses to cooperate
and stay with me on track.
The fucker wants things his way,
he had to be a male.
Ladies what do you say,
shall I stick it to him in the tail?
I give him many luscious words
and even music that I play,
he still manages to snub me...
874 reads
8 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
8th Mar 2012 12:20pm
8th Mar 2012 12:20pm
What was that???
Shhh can you hear that?
The clock’s tic, tic, tic and rat, tat, tat,
the drip, drip, drip and lick, lick, lick
of that big furry fat cat?
Ohhh… but there are other things
here in the inky dark,
things you cannot see
that howl and bark
things that hiss, sizzle and clank
like the groaning wooden floor plank.
What could it be, what could be there?
Is it the monster in the closet
or the boogeyman under the stairs?
I dare not look, I dare not see,
only a drip from the faucet,
might that be what is scaring me?
The wind howls...
The clock’s tic, tic, tic and rat, tat, tat,
the drip, drip, drip and lick, lick, lick
of that big furry fat cat?
Ohhh… but there are other things
here in the inky dark,
things you cannot see
that howl and bark
things that hiss, sizzle and clank
like the groaning wooden floor plank.
What could it be, what could be there?
Is it the monster in the closet
or the boogeyman under the stairs?
I dare not look, I dare not see,
only a drip from the faucet,
might that be what is scaring me?
The wind howls...
957 reads
17 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
5th Mar 2012 1:15pm
5th Mar 2012 1:15pm
Mad Ramblings... of the one left behind...
Dark, foul and desolate,
the mood festering deep in me
it slithers and seethes writhing,
I have nowhere to flee,
like something alive and wicked, it breathes,
evil, all seeing and all knowing;
never feeble always growing.
One can only say what one sees
and let the protagonists do what they please
but when they look back, the fact is, they inevitably say:
why did I not listen to what you said that day?
Ohhh… such stupidities one endeavors to create,
always making demands and defiantly not listening
to the wisdom that is...
the mood festering deep in me
it slithers and seethes writhing,
I have nowhere to flee,
like something alive and wicked, it breathes,
evil, all seeing and all knowing;
never feeble always growing.
One can only say what one sees
and let the protagonists do what they please
but when they look back, the fact is, they inevitably say:
why did I not listen to what you said that day?
Ohhh… such stupidities one endeavors to create,
always making demands and defiantly not listening
to the wisdom that is...
897 reads
13 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
5th Mar 2012 11:59am
5th Mar 2012 11:59am
BAD BITCH! (reposted)
BAD BITCH!
Ever been jerked around,
crapped on or betrayed by a man?
I have, and on bad hair day
I hate all those testosterone carrying air bags.
Today is one of those days,
where I look at men see such a waste,
air sucking heterophiles, I hate you all!!!
You dry tear crying crocodiles!
Ever heard of man haters,
I would be the reigning queen,
royal bitch of the great big mean machine.
Getting pist off
is way better...
Ever been jerked around,
crapped on or betrayed by a man?
I have, and on bad hair day
I hate all those testosterone carrying air bags.
Today is one of those days,
where I look at men see such a waste,
air sucking heterophiles, I hate you all!!!
You dry tear crying crocodiles!
Ever heard of man haters,
I would be the reigning queen,
royal bitch of the great big mean machine.
Getting pist off
is way better...
5655 reads
12 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2012 7:15pm
3rd Mar 2012 7:15pm
Light without Darkness...
What is light without darkness? Allies eternal they are a part of us all…
In the realm of enchantments,eternity is perpetual;
they live in the void between darkness and light
freed during 13th hour of every twilight,
a time when magic has no boundaries',
such matters are the stuff of legends,amoral,it just is.
Preternatural beings, do indubitably exist,
creatures whose heart beats fierce and free.
From a grove of junipers she dares come forth
cloaked in mist teasing the imagination...
In the realm of enchantments,eternity is perpetual;
they live in the void between darkness and light
freed during 13th hour of every twilight,
a time when magic has no boundaries',
such matters are the stuff of legends,amoral,it just is.
Preternatural beings, do indubitably exist,
creatures whose heart beats fierce and free.
From a grove of junipers she dares come forth
cloaked in mist teasing the imagination...
1270 reads
7 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2012 6:50pm
2nd Mar 2012 6:50pm
Mine... Haiku
wolf waters all the trees
neglects, not one.
where his realm begins yours ends.
Gypsy red
March 2012
neglects, not one.
where his realm begins yours ends.
Gypsy red
March 2012
875 reads
7 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2012 5:02pm
2nd Mar 2012 5:02pm
Tantric love... The Oneness (Reposted)
Pleasure we shall seek beyond the mundane,
transcending this mortal shallow plane.
We leave this port of instant
gratification and hollow delight,
sailing into a sea of passion,
exploring the fire of our inner light.
We discover and reach for the horizon
that has evaded us for so long,
creating with our bodies
a harmonic synchronicity,our very own song.
Finally we fling steadfast inhibition away,
meeting eye to eye, igniting our chakras,
offering each other neither heaven nor hell
but a whole...
transcending this mortal shallow plane.
We leave this port of instant
gratification and hollow delight,
sailing into a sea of passion,
exploring the fire of our inner light.
We discover and reach for the horizon
that has evaded us for so long,
creating with our bodies
a harmonic synchronicity,our very own song.
Finally we fling steadfast inhibition away,
meeting eye to eye, igniting our chakras,
offering each other neither heaven nor hell
but a whole...
10774 reads
7 Comments
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