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
9th Jan 2012 2:45pm
9th Jan 2012 2:45pm
The Beast and The Bard (Reposted & Revised)
Much like a coin, he has two faces
one side, the beast, lacks good graces
makes love without inhibitions,
he lives without conditions
no thought for tomorrow,
all time is only borrowed.
Coarse and ferocious, governed by passions
he does not intend to control,
does not wait for or expect permission;
he desires and obtains without cajole.
The beast takes liberties that sorely challenge
even the most pious woman,awakening dormant passions.
He incites uncontrolled...
one side, the beast, lacks good graces
makes love without inhibitions,
he lives without conditions
no thought for tomorrow,
all time is only borrowed.
Coarse and ferocious, governed by passions
he does not intend to control,
does not wait for or expect permission;
he desires and obtains without cajole.
The beast takes liberties that sorely challenge
even the most pious woman,awakening dormant passions.
He incites uncontrolled...
961 reads
1 Comment
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Jan 2012 2:19pm
9th Jan 2012 2:19pm
The sunflower
The sunflower:
A flower that is just glanced at
and never truly viewed,
not coveted by many
for I have no captivating perfume,
nor does my appearance inspire sonnets
or a fascination for my hues.
No, my beauty lies elsewhere,
it’s in the way I face the sun
and worship its rays,
how I stand tall and proud
amongst the weeds that would
choke and block my way.
I have no scent to speak of,
but where other
delicate aromatic flowers
would wilt and die, I thrive;
a harsh environment
does not spell my demise. ...
A flower that is just glanced at
and never truly viewed,
not coveted by many
for I have no captivating perfume,
nor does my appearance inspire sonnets
or a fascination for my hues.
No, my beauty lies elsewhere,
it’s in the way I face the sun
and worship its rays,
how I stand tall and proud
amongst the weeds that would
choke and block my way.
I have no scent to speak of,
but where other
delicate aromatic flowers
would wilt and die, I thrive;
a harsh environment
does not spell my demise. ...
937 reads
8 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Jan 2012 7:05pm
6th Jan 2012 7:05pm
Haiku: The worm
Fly, fly and soar in flight
reaching ever higher heights,
but first you must crawl.
gypsy red
Jan.2012
*Promise kept, For you Alip*
reaching ever higher heights,
but first you must crawl.
gypsy red
Jan.2012
*Promise kept, For you Alip*
900 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Jan 2012 6:36pm
6th Jan 2012 6:36pm
The clown’s tears
The whole world is a circus show and we,
the characters with a part to play,
all lined up in the big top’s center ring
ready to perform on life’s stage.
Some are ringmasters, others are clowns,
which are you when showtime comes around?
The director of your life, architect of your fate,
or the clown that hides behind the painted face?
The clown, defined as funny and entertaining,
tries to please with his antics, winning praises;
but when the lights dim and the audience has gone,
there’s no...
the characters with a part to play,
all lined up in the big top’s center ring
ready to perform on life’s stage.
Some are ringmasters, others are clowns,
which are you when showtime comes around?
The director of your life, architect of your fate,
or the clown that hides behind the painted face?
The clown, defined as funny and entertaining,
tries to please with his antics, winning praises;
but when the lights dim and the audience has gone,
there’s no...
826 reads
4 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
5th Jan 2012 6:05pm
5th Jan 2012 6:05pm
The Magic of Make-Believe
A dreamer in a liquid ambit of shadow realms,
where visions of fantasies are created within ourselves;
Walking within a world that does not exist,
living a life shrouded in memory’s mist.
One’s ideal is romanticized from end to beginning,
until the waking world beckons with daily living.
Good and evil are surreptitious friends,
working side by side to achieve similar ends.
There can be no darkness without light,
no happiness without erudite plight,
no singular joy without overwhelming strife;
this is what it means...
where visions of fantasies are created within ourselves;
Walking within a world that does not exist,
living a life shrouded in memory’s mist.
One’s ideal is romanticized from end to beginning,
until the waking world beckons with daily living.
Good and evil are surreptitious friends,
working side by side to achieve similar ends.
There can be no darkness without light,
no happiness without erudite plight,
no singular joy without overwhelming strife;
this is what it means...
846 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
5th Jan 2012 4:20pm
5th Jan 2012 4:20pm
Poetic Madness
Games of make-believe wrought and woven by my words,
capture, enrapture mixing fact and fiction till the edges blur.
The distinction of where fantasy begins and reality ends,
a definition of such, few can comprehend.
I become the characters I lovingly create,
fabricating dreams and romanticizing the mundane.
Breathing life into my ideals until they form and take shape,
becoming real if only in my imagined dream of the day.
Beautiful creature of darkness, which inspires my words,
you voraciously consume my written works,...
capture, enrapture mixing fact and fiction till the edges blur.
The distinction of where fantasy begins and reality ends,
a definition of such, few can comprehend.
I become the characters I lovingly create,
fabricating dreams and romanticizing the mundane.
Breathing life into my ideals until they form and take shape,
becoming real if only in my imagined dream of the day.
Beautiful creature of darkness, which inspires my words,
you voraciously consume my written works,...
832 reads
8 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
23rd Dec 2011 7:17pm
23rd Dec 2011 7:17pm
Dark Embrace
Cold is the night and full the moon,
deathly silent,through a window I observe you.
I,a hunter and you, my prey,watching
for when in your bed you will lay.
I await with insurmountable patience
the moment I shall have you in my presence.
As the hours pass all grows still,
I enter your bower and approach in silence,
viewing your sleep and inhale deep,
the scent of life emanates while you dream.
Normally,my victim,already you would have been, ...
deathly silent,through a window I observe you.
I,a hunter and you, my prey,watching
for when in your bed you will lay.
I await with insurmountable patience
the moment I shall have you in my presence.
As the hours pass all grows still,
I enter your bower and approach in silence,
viewing your sleep and inhale deep,
the scent of life emanates while you dream.
Normally,my victim,already you would have been, ...
1205 reads
9 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
22nd Dec 2011 6:54pm
22nd Dec 2011 6:54pm
(In spanish)IniQuús (reposted)
(Spanish version)
El desastre, eso es lo que yo he forjado
con mis pequeños juegos. Como criatura
que había sido heroína y mártir,
anhelaba más momentos de relevancia pura...
Usted pensaría que algo de ello aprendería,
¿no? Bueno, lo hice en realidad. Realmente lo hice.
Fue justo, aunque dañoso,
achicarse y ser restringida a las sombras.
Yo, un espíritu necrófago, lisa, suave,
macabramente elegante y, nuevamente anónima,
reptando entre los mortales indefensos
que no conocen nada de criaturas como yo.
¡Cuan...
El desastre, eso es lo que yo he forjado
con mis pequeños juegos. Como criatura
que había sido heroína y mártir,
anhelaba más momentos de relevancia pura...
Usted pensaría que algo de ello aprendería,
¿no? Bueno, lo hice en realidad. Realmente lo hice.
Fue justo, aunque dañoso,
achicarse y ser restringida a las sombras.
Yo, un espíritu necrófago, lisa, suave,
macabramente elegante y, nuevamente anónima,
reptando entre los mortales indefensos
que no conocen nada de criaturas como yo.
¡Cuan...
1094 reads
14 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
20th Dec 2011 9:03pm
20th Dec 2011 9:03pm
Between temptation and redemption: The would be nun and the sinner
Ciao caro, how fare thee this eve?
I am here, quiet as you please.
Thou hast come to converse again
to exchange ideas on the pleasures of men?
Once, I seriously considered taking the vows,
my nature is well suited for the habit, veil and cowl,
but my heart was restless you see,
too many question roiled inside of me.
Now I contemplate life’s mysteries,
that which is seen and unseen, real and ethereal,
where one ends and the other begins.
Do we truly understand such things?
Me thinks not, caro mio , death...
I am here, quiet as you please.
Thou hast come to converse again
to exchange ideas on the pleasures of men?
Once, I seriously considered taking the vows,
my nature is well suited for the habit, veil and cowl,
but my heart was restless you see,
too many question roiled inside of me.
Now I contemplate life’s mysteries,
that which is seen and unseen, real and ethereal,
where one ends and the other begins.
Do we truly understand such things?
Me thinks not, caro mio , death...
945 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
15th Dec 2011 7:14pm
15th Dec 2011 7:14pm
Windtalker…
I whisper my words to the wind,
carried on the breeze contained therein.
Words, words and more words, I do say
to no one in particular, the same every day.
Sometimes the wind capriciously blows them back,
as if angry at me blustering with fury it’s attack.
Other times it wafts gently past
carrying the words I have amassed.
Who will hear them, who can say?
It does not matter after its carried away.
What is said is said, there is no one to listen
to my oration of words in singular unison.
I talk to the wind but...
carried on the breeze contained therein.
Words, words and more words, I do say
to no one in particular, the same every day.
Sometimes the wind capriciously blows them back,
as if angry at me blustering with fury it’s attack.
Other times it wafts gently past
carrying the words I have amassed.
Who will hear them, who can say?
It does not matter after its carried away.
What is said is said, there is no one to listen
to my oration of words in singular unison.
I talk to the wind but...
898 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Dec 2011 2:31pm
15th Dec 2011 2:31pm
who, when and why...
When the night is silent and the world is cold,
who is there with you, to have and to hold?
When the circus quiets and the ring leader is gone,
who stands by your side to help you carry on?
When everyone has judged you in an unfavorable light,
who will speak on behalf of the person you are inside?
How do I know the truth? I have known from the start,
that there was more to you than your art.
The person that to the world you portray
is just a fictitious persona selected for the...
who is there with you, to have and to hold?
When the circus quiets and the ring leader is gone,
who stands by your side to help you carry on?
When everyone has judged you in an unfavorable light,
who will speak on behalf of the person you are inside?
How do I know the truth? I have known from the start,
that there was more to you than your art.
The person that to the world you portray
is just a fictitious persona selected for the...
948 reads
8 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Dec 2011 1:08am
14th Dec 2011 1:08am
I wish…
Once you were my companion,
my friend and also my lover,
all that in life truly mattered
then my world stopped and shattered.
Somehow I wish here you were again
still my friend, that you were near;
it seems sometimes if I just dream
by some means you would be here.
If I could just hear your voice again
I perhaps could comprehend;
dreaming of you, time stands still
although I realize, hear you, I never will.
Cold and monumental stone gargoyles
see my passing...
my friend and also my lover,
all that in life truly mattered
then my world stopped and shattered.
Somehow I wish here you were again
still my friend, that you were near;
it seems sometimes if I just dream
by some means you would be here.
If I could just hear your voice again
I perhaps could comprehend;
dreaming of you, time stands still
although I realize, hear you, I never will.
Cold and monumental stone gargoyles
see my passing...
966 reads
9 Comments
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