Submissions by peninnah (The Blue Rose)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I got so many secrets to tell!
WHY I MARRIED HER
A Poetess once told me,
"Power shifts balance at all times,
Empires crumble.
Wealth and greatness shades too."
"There is only one kind of prosperity you can bed forever;love."
I married her.
"Power shifts balance at all times,
Empires crumble.
Wealth and greatness shades too."
"There is only one kind of prosperity you can bed forever;love."
I married her.
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"I AM A LOVER NOT A POET!"
Flowers don't grow..."
"Flowers don't grow the same..."
"Flowers don't grow the same since..."
"Flowers don't grow the same since you been gone..."
"Grow? Or Glow?Haha!" He laughs at his stupid attempt and choke from an acute longing...
She used to make songs that would bring tears to his eyes
She used to write poems that would bring his heart on its knees.
"When I broke down,her words would build me up and make me whole."
"When I strayed,her poetry would light my path back home."
"Flowers don't glow...'
"Flowers don't...
"Flowers don't grow the same..."
"Flowers don't grow the same since..."
"Flowers don't grow the same since you been gone..."
"Grow? Or Glow?Haha!" He laughs at his stupid attempt and choke from an acute longing...
She used to make songs that would bring tears to his eyes
She used to write poems that would bring his heart on its knees.
"When I broke down,her words would build me up and make me whole."
"When I strayed,her poetry would light my path back home."
"Flowers don't glow...'
"Flowers don't...
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SILENT POEM BY MOTHER NATURE
Keenly,the evening air listens
to the secret gossip between the wind and the palm trees
about the shameless escapades of the sea mating sessions
with the earth
in full glare of her other lover the moon
and their million seeds;stars.
"She whines and shakes vigorously on him; 'up down' 'up down' 'up down' 'up...' The wind whispers. "And then she moans loudly right before she cums ashore!"
"Such infidelity I will never show!" She reassures her mate with a cool,soft caress on his warm skin.
"Aha!" calls out the...
to the secret gossip between the wind and the palm trees
about the shameless escapades of the sea mating sessions
with the earth
in full glare of her other lover the moon
and their million seeds;stars.
"She whines and shakes vigorously on him; 'up down' 'up down' 'up down' 'up...' The wind whispers. "And then she moans loudly right before she cums ashore!"
"Such infidelity I will never show!" She reassures her mate with a cool,soft caress on his warm skin.
"Aha!" calls out the...
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KEEP HIS HEART ALIVE
Someday he will come back
He will come back to us.
We will always be feted together
The star tells me this every night.
He will come back.
In the mean time
Nurse him when those nasty asthma attacks strike
Wash his clothes and feed him well
Keep his heart alive for he was meant to be loved.
Dance for him regularly
Make him laugh as often
And please be gentle when he is wrong.
Give him a warm home and lots of babies;
Honour his name.
Pray for him and keep him in the light
Praise his works and rewards his efforts....
He will come back to us.
We will always be feted together
The star tells me this every night.
He will come back.
In the mean time
Nurse him when those nasty asthma attacks strike
Wash his clothes and feed him well
Keep his heart alive for he was meant to be loved.
Dance for him regularly
Make him laugh as often
And please be gentle when he is wrong.
Give him a warm home and lots of babies;
Honour his name.
Pray for him and keep him in the light
Praise his works and rewards his efforts....
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A POET IS HER HEART
A poet sees,through her heart.
She listens,feel, taste
experience,
understand...
through her her heart.
She lives through her heart.
A poet is her heart.
She listens,feel, taste
experience,
understand...
through her her heart.
She lives through her heart.
A poet is her heart.
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MY LOVER'S LOVER
My lover no longer resides in my tiny cottage
My tiny cottage onshore
Given by my father.
My father was a fisherman
You see,
A fisherman with a tiny cottage next to the sea
Haha !
“So tiny you hear the winds moan in jealous protest
When Moon makes passionate love to the ocean!”
Often he would joke to our friends.
“O! You should hear the roar of rattled sleeping tides, when they hit ecstasy!”
Haha! That’s my lover!
My lover.
He lay at the palace.
Yes!
He now dwells in the comforts of a castle. ...
My tiny cottage onshore
Given by my father.
My father was a fisherman
You see,
A fisherman with a tiny cottage next to the sea
Haha !
“So tiny you hear the winds moan in jealous protest
When Moon makes passionate love to the ocean!”
Often he would joke to our friends.
“O! You should hear the roar of rattled sleeping tides, when they hit ecstasy!”
Haha! That’s my lover!
My lover.
He lay at the palace.
Yes!
He now dwells in the comforts of a castle. ...
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I HAD A HOME,YOU KNOW?HOME(tears of a refugee)
I had a home,you know?Home!
Good morning was pancakes and the rich aroma of black tea
Oh!And the occasional sound,shouts rather
By my beautiful mother roaring;
"Wake your a** up young lady!"
"Don't make me come get you...!"
Haha!All the way from downstairs!Haha
I had a home,you know?Home!
Drama and laughter would fill the corridors
Oh!And daddy's den
Full of old books,literature,history and philosophy mostly!
I still smell those old mahogany shelves and scotch
Daddy loved his scotch!
Haha!On a good day he would let...
Good morning was pancakes and the rich aroma of black tea
Oh!And the occasional sound,shouts rather
By my beautiful mother roaring;
"Wake your a** up young lady!"
"Don't make me come get you...!"
Haha!All the way from downstairs!Haha
I had a home,you know?Home!
Drama and laughter would fill the corridors
Oh!And daddy's den
Full of old books,literature,history and philosophy mostly!
I still smell those old mahogany shelves and scotch
Daddy loved his scotch!
Haha!On a good day he would let...
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DEAR SEPTEMBER
How comes you are my favorite,
And yet,
My specially jinxed month?
Dear September,
You been too harsh on me over the years,
It's about time we made up!
You have left too many scars(emotionally,physically,psychologically...)on me,
Its only fair this time I leave a mark on you;
So you may learn to respect,me,oh dear September!
I forgive you and your misgivings last year and the years before.
Now,would you please,I humbly request,bring my way,to thee I pray;
Golden tidings,for a change,this time 'round?
Thank you!
(Happy new...
And yet,
My specially jinxed month?
Dear September,
You been too harsh on me over the years,
It's about time we made up!
You have left too many scars(emotionally,physically,psychologically...)on me,
Its only fair this time I leave a mark on you;
So you may learn to respect,me,oh dear September!
I forgive you and your misgivings last year and the years before.
Now,would you please,I humbly request,bring my way,to thee I pray;
Golden tidings,for a change,this time 'round?
Thank you!
(Happy new...
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WHEN DARKNESS FALL
When darkness fall
Evil crawl out of tombs
Accompanied by his demons.
"Lets go rain terror!" They roar
"Harvest some good souls for coal!"
"Angels are deep asleep right now
Humans are on their own!"
"Aaaaahuuuuuuuuu!" They howl
Beating their chests after every holed.
"Leave the wicked for another night,
The righteous will cost Him more dear!"
Babies,mothers and wonderful fathers...
Causing more pain than most can bear.
When darkness fall
Evil crawl out of tombs
Accompanied...
Evil crawl out of tombs
Accompanied by his demons.
"Lets go rain terror!" They roar
"Harvest some good souls for coal!"
"Angels are deep asleep right now
Humans are on their own!"
"Aaaaahuuuuuuuuu!" They howl
Beating their chests after every holed.
"Leave the wicked for another night,
The righteous will cost Him more dear!"
Babies,mothers and wonderful fathers...
Causing more pain than most can bear.
When darkness fall
Evil crawl out of tombs
Accompanied...
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EVERLASTING POTRAIT
My page is a canvas
My pen a brush
As I paint an everlasting portrait
Of moans,orgies and erotic nights
Designed inside the sacred pink cacoon
Secretly guarded by your curves and thighs.
My pen a brush
As I paint an everlasting portrait
Of moans,orgies and erotic nights
Designed inside the sacred pink cacoon
Secretly guarded by your curves and thighs.
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HAPPY ANNIVERSARY HUBBY!!!You the only legacy that counts!
It takes a super Man to watch his woman climb ladders that scares the wits out of him,yet stand ground below looking up,making sure,for every step higher,she has a pair of firm arms to fall back on.
It takes one of a kind to forfeit his dreams in a day;To nourish hers,every other day.
It takes a god to adore from the depths of his heart,forsaking the rest;Keep every promised word,do more than he said he will with so much love in his eyes.
Baby baby,I got no perfect words,no perfect write or song to convey the grace,gratitude and pride of being your woman.
...
It takes one of a kind to forfeit his dreams in a day;To nourish hers,every other day.
It takes a god to adore from the depths of his heart,forsaking the rest;Keep every promised word,do more than he said he will with so much love in his eyes.
Baby baby,I got no perfect words,no perfect write or song to convey the grace,gratitude and pride of being your woman.
...
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IN THE NAME OF LOVE
I love the way you making me feel.Defenceless when you around...protected by you...Like I can finally loose the grip;Down my guard,unafraid of hurt versus this cruel cruel world.
Still somehow,My insides remains untamed;
Undone by the magic in your touch.
See,I been prey not once but twice,too naive to see the light...
Forgive me,but this,this feels too good to be right.
Perhaps too right to be wrong?I wouldn't know!
Not when the script is in the name of love.
You say the heart can always heal "Given the chance."Yet,who is to say this will be...
Still somehow,My insides remains untamed;
Undone by the magic in your touch.
See,I been prey not once but twice,too naive to see the light...
Forgive me,but this,this feels too good to be right.
Perhaps too right to be wrong?I wouldn't know!
Not when the script is in the name of love.
You say the heart can always heal "Given the chance."Yet,who is to say this will be...
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