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
3rd May 2014 11:59pm
3rd May 2014 11:59pm
The Tether
I writhe in my bed between asleep and awake …
Whimpering and moaning softly...
I feel myself drift and separate into the umbra of night,
my desire to be near you is the force the drives…
A whisper in your mind ever so feint…
I say: can you feel me? And you do…
my touches and caresses… chill bumps are the clue,
Impossible, your mind says, you are alone and yet…
You feel my touch ghosting across your skin,
hear my voice clear as bell’s reverberating ring.
I come…
Like a goddess of the darkest night
I come to you from the...
Whimpering and moaning softly...
I feel myself drift and separate into the umbra of night,
my desire to be near you is the force the drives…
A whisper in your mind ever so feint…
I say: can you feel me? And you do…
my touches and caresses… chill bumps are the clue,
Impossible, your mind says, you are alone and yet…
You feel my touch ghosting across your skin,
hear my voice clear as bell’s reverberating ring.
I come…
Like a goddess of the darkest night
I come to you from the...
1065 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
2nd May 2014 5:38pm
2nd May 2014 5:38pm
Beyond Your Reach...
Beyond the reach…too high to aspire to…
When did I become such a lofty prospect?
It must have been when I was not looking.
As I gaze into the mirror, the tarnish is evident
I, a simple woman dressed in tattered remnants.
There is nothing I see that commands such respect
but you seem to believe, you seem able to see
much more in me than my natures circumspect.
What is it you seek, what is it you want of me?
I am a warrior of my own contrived wars,
life has not been kind, it has treated me
like it’s personal plaything, a well-worn...
When did I become such a lofty prospect?
It must have been when I was not looking.
As I gaze into the mirror, the tarnish is evident
I, a simple woman dressed in tattered remnants.
There is nothing I see that commands such respect
but you seem to believe, you seem able to see
much more in me than my natures circumspect.
What is it you seek, what is it you want of me?
I am a warrior of my own contrived wars,
life has not been kind, it has treated me
like it’s personal plaything, a well-worn...
845 reads
6 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
29th Apr 2014 6:37pm
29th Apr 2014 6:37pm
Jonesing for you, love
I draw my sounds
saying them later
to myself, out loud.
Laying across my bed
I fondle them lovingly;
these exquisite sounds
my imagination have fed.
Sweet is the taste
honeying my mouth,
with every luscious word
that is pronounced.
Jonesing for you, love
There is much that can be said
but simplicity is key
artful sound of words...poetry.
You are my muse
in flesh and thought,
in sight, sound and taste
all, emotion fraught.
The sire,
purity of expression,
this desire, ...
saying them later
to myself, out loud.
Laying across my bed
I fondle them lovingly;
these exquisite sounds
my imagination have fed.
Sweet is the taste
honeying my mouth,
with every luscious word
that is pronounced.
Jonesing for you, love
There is much that can be said
but simplicity is key
artful sound of words...poetry.
You are my muse
in flesh and thought,
in sight, sound and taste
all, emotion fraught.
The sire,
purity of expression,
this desire, ...
1183 reads
8 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
29th Apr 2014 6:33pm
29th Apr 2014 6:33pm
Everybody wants to know…
When will I do better in my life?...
And I say what will be the cost…
how high is the price!
Who do I sell out to, who is the bidder
willing to pay the highest price?!
What is the coast of my soul?
My spirit has a for sale sign
waiting for the big spender to come
and pay the cost of selling my life.
To survive, to survive!!!
Does it matter that I have paid
in blood, sweat and tears,
in night terror and unspoken fears,
does it matter to anyone
that it hurts beyond the words,
that it’s killing me slowly ...
And I say what will be the cost…
how high is the price!
Who do I sell out to, who is the bidder
willing to pay the highest price?!
What is the coast of my soul?
My spirit has a for sale sign
waiting for the big spender to come
and pay the cost of selling my life.
To survive, to survive!!!
Does it matter that I have paid
in blood, sweat and tears,
in night terror and unspoken fears,
does it matter to anyone
that it hurts beyond the words,
that it’s killing me slowly ...
1195 reads
21 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
7th Mar 2014 6:02pm
7th Mar 2014 6:02pm
The Egyptian Soul: (pt. 1of 3) The Ka
The Ka
*The Ancient Egyptians believed the soul had three parts, the ka, the ba, and the akh, these were spiritual entities that everyone possessed, but the akh was an entity reserved for only the select few that were deserving of maat kheru. This belief also included the preservation of the deceased body.
-From an Old Kingdom funerary text
http://myweb.usf.edu
The Egyptians believed that Heket,
the creator of each person's Ka,
breathed it into the body at birth
as the part of the soul, the spark of life.
So simple a concept as can be...
*The Ancient Egyptians believed the soul had three parts, the ka, the ba, and the akh, these were spiritual entities that everyone possessed, but the akh was an entity reserved for only the select few that were deserving of maat kheru. This belief also included the preservation of the deceased body.
-From an Old Kingdom funerary text
http://myweb.usf.edu
The Egyptians believed that Heket,
the creator of each person's Ka,
breathed it into the body at birth
as the part of the soul, the spark of life.
So simple a concept as can be...
866 reads
11 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
28th Feb 2014 6:15pm
28th Feb 2014 6:15pm
Ib (heart)
The Heart, of it, so much can be said both in happiness and regret,
in ancient Egypt this part of the soul was thought to be very important;
The Ib or metaphysical heart was believed to be formed,
during conception, from one drop of blood from the child's mother's heart.
Believed to be the seat of emotion, thought, will, intention
and key to the afterlife, of all our actions, the engine.
Your intent, whether noble or base, all aggrieve
that you have caused and all that you possibly conceived.
“The road to hell is paved with good intention”
...
in ancient Egypt this part of the soul was thought to be very important;
The Ib or metaphysical heart was believed to be formed,
during conception, from one drop of blood from the child's mother's heart.
Believed to be the seat of emotion, thought, will, intention
and key to the afterlife, of all our actions, the engine.
Your intent, whether noble or base, all aggrieve
that you have caused and all that you possibly conceived.
“The road to hell is paved with good intention”
...
922 reads
14 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
24th Feb 2014 4:28pm
24th Feb 2014 4:28pm
Below The Surface
I am who whispers in your mind
when you are alone for a time,
the aroma of sandalwood you cannot explain
but pleasantly deems to drive you insane,
the cool breeze that caresses your skin
reminding you of such sweet tactile sin,
and a melody you cannot seem to forget
reliving the lost moments you hungrily covet.
A rose is a rose by any other name
always and still remains the same,
it fills you with desirously sensual wants
incredibly petal soft when they start,
quickly become unbearably sharp
threatening to mercilessly tear...
when you are alone for a time,
the aroma of sandalwood you cannot explain
but pleasantly deems to drive you insane,
the cool breeze that caresses your skin
reminding you of such sweet tactile sin,
and a melody you cannot seem to forget
reliving the lost moments you hungrily covet.
A rose is a rose by any other name
always and still remains the same,
it fills you with desirously sensual wants
incredibly petal soft when they start,
quickly become unbearably sharp
threatening to mercilessly tear...
1176 reads
14 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
20th Feb 2014 00:07am
20th Feb 2014 00:07am
Passionate Anger
Raging against you,
anger so pure you find it
breathtakingly beautiful,
weeping tears of disappointment
as your arms tenderly reach for me,
you can’t stand to see me cry
yet you are the reason
the storm clouds fill my sky.
What do I do when
in the midst of all this love
comes the sorrow, angst and self-disgust?
I hate you and I love you,
I need you but I loathe that I do;
I want to walk away
but I run right back to you.
You are like a drug
that takes me to the highest high,
then, plummet ...
anger so pure you find it
breathtakingly beautiful,
weeping tears of disappointment
as your arms tenderly reach for me,
you can’t stand to see me cry
yet you are the reason
the storm clouds fill my sky.
What do I do when
in the midst of all this love
comes the sorrow, angst and self-disgust?
I hate you and I love you,
I need you but I loathe that I do;
I want to walk away
but I run right back to you.
You are like a drug
that takes me to the highest high,
then, plummet ...
958 reads
18 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
16th Feb 2014 10:09pm
16th Feb 2014 10:09pm
Harridan...
"Harridan!" Call me that he did;
"strict, bossy old bitch!"
"Bag of bile, belligerent woman,
you will heel and obey",
but I had other plans,
shrew that I am,
I wear his words
like an armored suit
and still his barrage of
beautiful words continued...
"Termagant! Harpy!"
"Belligerent fishwife!"
Ha ha ha Was that meant to hurt? ?
"Ah you redheaded hellcat
you truly are a she-devil!"
Again I laugh hahaha
as lastly he spits out
his...
"strict, bossy old bitch!"
"Bag of bile, belligerent woman,
you will heel and obey",
but I had other plans,
shrew that I am,
I wear his words
like an armored suit
and still his barrage of
beautiful words continued...
"Termagant! Harpy!"
"Belligerent fishwife!"
Ha ha ha Was that meant to hurt? ?
"Ah you redheaded hellcat
you truly are a she-devil!"
Again I laugh hahaha
as lastly he spits out
his...
1100 reads
16 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
12th Feb 2014 8:14pm
12th Feb 2014 8:14pm
Dormant Passion
Laying between sleep and awake,
I am assailed by ravenous cravings
and desires I cannot even begin to slake,
the incessant onslaught
is an extrasensory overload,
my over taxed imagination
sends me into desirous throes,
it seizes my mind and body
in a vivid array of images
that are unrelenting in their savagery
and mercilessly primitive.
Astutely you perceive
the sensuality that lays dormant,
like a sleeping tiger,
you sense it just below the surface.
My sexuality calls to you with it’s siren's song
you crave...
I am assailed by ravenous cravings
and desires I cannot even begin to slake,
the incessant onslaught
is an extrasensory overload,
my over taxed imagination
sends me into desirous throes,
it seizes my mind and body
in a vivid array of images
that are unrelenting in their savagery
and mercilessly primitive.
Astutely you perceive
the sensuality that lays dormant,
like a sleeping tiger,
you sense it just below the surface.
My sexuality calls to you with it’s siren's song
you crave...
1218 reads
16 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
30th Jan 2014 5:40pm
30th Jan 2014 5:40pm
Love Rain
Baby can you make my love rain?
These aren’t April showers
or minor sprinkling of my flower;
it is how you show me, in your bower
the extent of your sexual power.
Baby can You make my love rain?
This is not the kiddy hour
it’s where a man’s man exerts his willpower.
He seeks the treasure trove to plunder,
the pearl within the soft wonder.
Can You make my love rain?
A simpleton thinks it’s a game...
But a man knows how to fan the flame,
he kindles a searing fever in the brain
that sends pleasure to the...
These aren’t April showers
or minor sprinkling of my flower;
it is how you show me, in your bower
the extent of your sexual power.
Baby can You make my love rain?
This is not the kiddy hour
it’s where a man’s man exerts his willpower.
He seeks the treasure trove to plunder,
the pearl within the soft wonder.
Can You make my love rain?
A simpleton thinks it’s a game...
But a man knows how to fan the flame,
he kindles a searing fever in the brain
that sends pleasure to the...
1314 reads
12 Comments
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