Submissions by neo128
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
8th Jan 2016 5:47pm
8th Jan 2016 5:47pm
Thinking Out Loud
I choose not to be negative
With the way the world is going.
Positive outlooks energize,
And keep the juices flowing.
Pessimism only acts as
Spiritual molasses;
Extinguishing good cheer
In the psyche of the masses.
A frown's never as comfortable
As a smugly gleeful smirk.
To be honest, being miserable
Just requires too much work
I've learned this keeping council
Of happy bats that dwell the belfry,
Who've, quite cleverly, suggested
That I share this silly selfie. :p
With the way the world is going.
Positive outlooks energize,
And keep the juices flowing.
Pessimism only acts as
Spiritual molasses;
Extinguishing good cheer
In the psyche of the masses.
A frown's never as comfortable
As a smugly gleeful smirk.
To be honest, being miserable
Just requires too much work
I've learned this keeping council
Of happy bats that dwell the belfry,
Who've, quite cleverly, suggested
That I share this silly selfie. :p
680 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
7th Jan 2016 10:44pm
7th Jan 2016 10:44pm
What's Wrong with this Picture?
They'd always been the best of friends;
As tight as smoke and fire.
But, secretly, she wondered why
They'd never taken it higher.
He had a slew of girlfriends.
She'd known a few men of her own
But intimacy, of any kind,
Between them, was never shown.
One day, she decided to ask him
How the circumstance came to be
"When it comes to passion," she asked.
"Why don't you think of me?"
"No chance that can happen." He said,
Without hesitation, or doubt.
"I'd never consider getting that close ...
As tight as smoke and fire.
But, secretly, she wondered why
They'd never taken it higher.
He had a slew of girlfriends.
She'd known a few men of her own
But intimacy, of any kind,
Between them, was never shown.
One day, she decided to ask him
How the circumstance came to be
"When it comes to passion," she asked.
"Why don't you think of me?"
"No chance that can happen." He said,
Without hesitation, or doubt.
"I'd never consider getting that close ...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
6th Jan 2016 6:51pm
6th Jan 2016 6:51pm
Dream Girl
I dream of a wide-eyed, impish face
Stealing beats that my heart skips;
Of pressing potent kisses
On her warm and hungry lips.
I savor swiftly thickening joy
As she, mischievously, strips;
Baring honey-brown breasts I gently caress
With eager fingertips,
While I ride the urgent rhythm
Of her undulating hips—
Until a single, mingled moan,
From our glistening bodies, slips,
And we rest at sensuous journey’s end
To dream of...
Stealing beats that my heart skips;
Of pressing potent kisses
On her warm and hungry lips.
I savor swiftly thickening joy
As she, mischievously, strips;
Baring honey-brown breasts I gently caress
With eager fingertips,
While I ride the urgent rhythm
Of her undulating hips—
Until a single, mingled moan,
From our glistening bodies, slips,
And we rest at sensuous journey’s end
To dream of...
907 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Jan 2016 6:30pm
2nd Jan 2016 6:30pm
Rule of Thumb
I don't care if you think I'm stupid.
You may doubt it, but it's true.
What amuses me is your thinking
That I'm stupider than you.
You may doubt it, but it's true.
What amuses me is your thinking
That I'm stupider than you.
787 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
30th Dec 2015 11:45pm
30th Dec 2015 11:45pm
... Just Before the Dawn
My dear, I hate to admit it,
But when you’re right, you’re right.
We find ourselves enfolded
In the gathering veil of night.
A rising dark surrounds us,
Dimming all that once was bright.
And everything we used to love
Has vanished from our sight.
We couldn’t hold back the blackness
Though we tried with all our might.
Now creeping shadows blind our eyes
To accentuate our plight.
We’re lost within an ebon shroud
Even our love cannot fight.
So how ‘bout you get your fat ass up
And turn on...
But when you’re right, you’re right.
We find ourselves enfolded
In the gathering veil of night.
A rising dark surrounds us,
Dimming all that once was bright.
And everything we used to love
Has vanished from our sight.
We couldn’t hold back the blackness
Though we tried with all our might.
Now creeping shadows blind our eyes
To accentuate our plight.
We’re lost within an ebon shroud
Even our love cannot fight.
So how ‘bout you get your fat ass up
And turn on...
761 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Dec 2015 9:29pm
30th Dec 2015 9:29pm
Pass it Along
Elitists need the peóns;
Peóns don’t need the elite.
The feet need dirt to walk on,
But the dirt don’t need the feet.
Peóns don’t need the elite.
The feet need dirt to walk on,
But the dirt don’t need the feet.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Dec 2015 5:14pm
26th Dec 2015 5:14pm
Snow Job
As a boy, “writing my name in the snow”
Was the peak my male conceit.
To my mind, the dubious talent
Clearly rendered my gender elite.
The fact that girls couldn’t do it
Made my pubescent hubris complete.
My childish arrogance knew no bounds
... 'Til the day I met Marguerite.
She dubbed my feat "a piss-poor trick",
An antic she'd easily beat.
Scoffing, I declared it impossible
As she lacked the "tools" to compete.
Yet mere seconds after I'd dared her to try,
I was cringing in wretched defeat. ...
Was the peak my male conceit.
To my mind, the dubious talent
Clearly rendered my gender elite.
The fact that girls couldn’t do it
Made my pubescent hubris complete.
My childish arrogance knew no bounds
... 'Til the day I met Marguerite.
She dubbed my feat "a piss-poor trick",
An antic she'd easily beat.
Scoffing, I declared it impossible
As she lacked the "tools" to compete.
Yet mere seconds after I'd dared her to try,
I was cringing in wretched defeat. ...
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DARK POEM
Published
17th Dec 2015 7:27pm
17th Dec 2015 7:27pm
Sanctum
There stands a dark cathedral
Of the righteously profane—
An unholy sanctuary
For the secretly insane.
An icy radiation
Illuminates each ominous spire;
Echoing pagan chants extol
The virtues of all things dire.
The philosophies discussed here
Cast wan light on subjects dismal.
Not for illumination’s sake,
But to highlight the abysmal.
In this blasphemous asylum
Shameless sacrilege is found,
And the day it fails to serve that end—
Is the day I burn...
Of the righteously profane—
An unholy sanctuary
For the secretly insane.
An icy radiation
Illuminates each ominous spire;
Echoing pagan chants extol
The virtues of all things dire.
The philosophies discussed here
Cast wan light on subjects dismal.
Not for illumination’s sake,
But to highlight the abysmal.
In this blasphemous asylum
Shameless sacrilege is found,
And the day it fails to serve that end—
Is the day I burn...
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SELF POEM
Published
11th Dec 2015 6:42pm
11th Dec 2015 6:42pm
Remember?
As I stood shivering on a cold street corner
(Because the devil will collect his due).
A memory visited from warmer days
(These days they often do).
I remembered a guy; a smooth young fellow,
Whose sky was always blue.
And I wondered whatever became of him
(He’d said he’d make dreams come true).
Then I spotted an old acquaintance of mine
Who used to run with the neighborhood crew.
He looked like life had wrung him out
(Truth be told, that’s how I looked, too).
So I yelled, “Hey, man! You...
(Because the devil will collect his due).
A memory visited from warmer days
(These days they often do).
I remembered a guy; a smooth young fellow,
Whose sky was always blue.
And I wondered whatever became of him
(He’d said he’d make dreams come true).
Then I spotted an old acquaintance of mine
Who used to run with the neighborhood crew.
He looked like life had wrung him out
(Truth be told, that’s how I looked, too).
So I yelled, “Hey, man! You...
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SELF POEM
Published
7th Dec 2015 8:53pm
7th Dec 2015 8:53pm
The Big Picture
Anger has its own agenda
Despite all you’ve been told.
It lives for the sake of conflict,
And chafes at being controlled.
Hate hasn’t anger’s candor.
It’s more of a backseat scold.
When it’s alone it holds its tongue;
But, in crowds, it's exceedingly bold.
Love’s a mercurial creature,
That has plagued us since days of old;
Bequeathing the taste of ashes
When its ardent flame goes cold.
Me for the realm of reason,
Where emotions are mere fool's gold,
And rational judgments reign supreme
As impassive wolves in the fold.
Despite all you’ve been told.
It lives for the sake of conflict,
And chafes at being controlled.
Hate hasn’t anger’s candor.
It’s more of a backseat scold.
When it’s alone it holds its tongue;
But, in crowds, it's exceedingly bold.
Love’s a mercurial creature,
That has plagued us since days of old;
Bequeathing the taste of ashes
When its ardent flame goes cold.
Me for the realm of reason,
Where emotions are mere fool's gold,
And rational judgments reign supreme
As impassive wolves in the fold.
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SELF POEM
Published
4th Dec 2015 10:24pm
4th Dec 2015 10:24pm
I'm Dancing as Fast as I can
I woke up wanting to hate someone
But the hate just wouldn’t come.
I tried, and tried, with all my might
But couldn’t raise a crumb.
Even on my most cheerful days
I could always manage some.
Had taking my hate for granted
Finally caused it to succumb?
Stunned by this development
I rolled over, feeling numb.
I called my "ex" on my old LG;
My disposition, glum.
I prayed she might provide a clue
Where this mood was coming from.
As I recited my poignant tale
She...
But the hate just wouldn’t come.
I tried, and tried, with all my might
But couldn’t raise a crumb.
Even on my most cheerful days
I could always manage some.
Had taking my hate for granted
Finally caused it to succumb?
Stunned by this development
I rolled over, feeling numb.
I called my "ex" on my old LG;
My disposition, glum.
I prayed she might provide a clue
Where this mood was coming from.
As I recited my poignant tale
She...
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DARK POEM
Published
25th Nov 2015 11:18pm
25th Nov 2015 11:18pm
Monsters and Miracles
It's a new thing, you see?
It has a heart, and lungs.
I don't know what it's saying;
It's speaking in tongues.
A strain of enlightenment,
So long overdue;
As welcome as daylight;
As fresh as the dew.
In a halo of triumph
Its head we shall wreathe;
As the first of new visions
That have learned how to breathe.
On wobbly legs
It courageously rises
To greet the first day
Of the age of surprises.
It has a heart, and lungs.
I don't know what it's saying;
It's speaking in tongues.
A strain of enlightenment,
So long overdue;
As welcome as daylight;
As fresh as the dew.
In a halo of triumph
Its head we shall wreathe;
As the first of new visions
That have learned how to breathe.
On wobbly legs
It courageously rises
To greet the first day
Of the age of surprises.
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