Submissions by reverendPete
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Love is the way to cure all mystery and angst. Poetry and Music can help you arrive at that conclusion. It took me many years to realize this. Be who you are...
EROTIC POEM
Published
13th Mar 2015 1:39am
13th Mar 2015 1:39am
It was hard leaving you
It was hard leaving you
it was so hard and still remains.
Those subtle kisses haunt me still
as I think of those toes in my face
in all their candy red glory as you
tipped them on that stool to hang
the wares I hawked on the walls
owned by corporate douchebags.
You stood there so willingly as I held
you and looking up to see under that
frilly dress your absence of undies as
you smirked while I melted into mass
desire and rubbed your feet with an
imaginary tongue until I could stand it
no more then helped you down to me
face to...
it was so hard and still remains.
Those subtle kisses haunt me still
as I think of those toes in my face
in all their candy red glory as you
tipped them on that stool to hang
the wares I hawked on the walls
owned by corporate douchebags.
You stood there so willingly as I held
you and looking up to see under that
frilly dress your absence of undies as
you smirked while I melted into mass
desire and rubbed your feet with an
imaginary tongue until I could stand it
no more then helped you down to me
face to...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2015 1:18am
23rd Jan 2015 1:18am
I think if the thought
I think if the thought
passes through me and
sometime leaves a deposit
on the doorstep of my mind
- once it enters the clubhouse
and throws a few random
darts at the ego, [for kicks, man…]
then we can have a laugh at
all the pretty feet in Kansas
but few with a ample degree
of posture (uh-oh) he's
thinking about sex again
- i must be dreaming. oooooo...
passes through me and
sometime leaves a deposit
on the doorstep of my mind
- once it enters the clubhouse
and throws a few random
darts at the ego, [for kicks, man…]
then we can have a laugh at
all the pretty feet in Kansas
but few with a ample degree
of posture (uh-oh) he's
thinking about sex again
- i must be dreaming. oooooo...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
3rd Jan 2015 1:48am
3rd Jan 2015 1:48am
she had violet orbs all
she had violet orbs all
around her as I remembered that
first 1/2 day sick in 2nd grade - in
the melting snow I went in the After-
noon class and saw her lean over
me with that color in a wax form-
mation I could not resist her
breasts in my face I made sounds
that the others were reluctant to
acknowledge, but some did…
Many moons passed until I
understood what Violet meant to
me as in years earlier, the girl of
that namesake whom I laid upon & kissed
with her dark hair and glasses when I was 5 and
she was 12 - - -
around her as I remembered that
first 1/2 day sick in 2nd grade - in
the melting snow I went in the After-
noon class and saw her lean over
me with that color in a wax form-
mation I could not resist her
breasts in my face I made sounds
that the others were reluctant to
acknowledge, but some did…
Many moons passed until I
understood what Violet meant to
me as in years earlier, the girl of
that namesake whom I laid upon & kissed
with her dark hair and glasses when I was 5 and
she was 12 - - -
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EROTIC POEM
Published
28th Dec 2014 6:05am
28th Dec 2014 6:05am
When Rose was a younger flower we
When Rose was a younger flower we
sometimes peeked at her from behind
closed doors through keyholes while
she bathed as young boys have
been known to do.
we thought the thoughts of fire
and sweat so
when Rose stood to dry we lay
to wet such as young boys have
been known to do.
And if we were lucky, Rose would
sit and play her
self out as we would stand and do
ourselves in as young boys have
been known to do.
oh, to be a young boy again.
sometimes peeked at her from behind
closed doors through keyholes while
she bathed as young boys have
been known to do.
we thought the thoughts of fire
and sweat so
when Rose stood to dry we lay
to wet such as young boys have
been known to do.
And if we were lucky, Rose would
sit and play her
self out as we would stand and do
ourselves in as young boys have
been known to do.
oh, to be a young boy again.
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EROTIC POEM
Published
16th Jul 2014 7:14am
16th Jul 2014 7:14am
I miss sometimes your
I miss sometimes your
sweet and hallowed tenders
wrapped around my edifice
surrounded by succulent protrusions
morphed into cherubs Libisquets
plucked from the near frozen
yum yum tree… ONCE a
flesh followed me twice
and after dozens - yet
hundreds of near Astral
encounters - my swab yields
to gentle sway of soft
moist throbbing bliss eternal.
sweet and hallowed tenders
wrapped around my edifice
surrounded by succulent protrusions
morphed into cherubs Libisquets
plucked from the near frozen
yum yum tree… ONCE a
flesh followed me twice
and after dozens - yet
hundreds of near Astral
encounters - my swab yields
to gentle sway of soft
moist throbbing bliss eternal.
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EROTIC POEM
Published
12th Apr 2014 7:56am
12th Apr 2014 7:56am
i can't stop thinking about your you
i can't stop thinking about your you
knowing your you for those these years
what i sought from our we friendship
really quick the stuff of quite fantasy…
your you have escaped me over our we Time
subtle i have least of promise to be in for
containment of whatever silkest arpeggio
i may muster again toward thinkspeak of…
the shadow of your you with me is more
than enough to consume my order prime
of passions and adverbs are all i can just
promote during this profoundedly lust…
oh thoughts of me in your you and your you
on me...
knowing your you for those these years
what i sought from our we friendship
really quick the stuff of quite fantasy…
your you have escaped me over our we Time
subtle i have least of promise to be in for
containment of whatever silkest arpeggio
i may muster again toward thinkspeak of…
the shadow of your you with me is more
than enough to consume my order prime
of passions and adverbs are all i can just
promote during this profoundedly lust…
oh thoughts of me in your you and your you
on me...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
4th Apr 2014 8:14am
4th Apr 2014 8:14am
You Should Have Kept Smiling When
you should have kept smiling when
you had the chance and were still
quite fresh and whole before all that
changed you because of me was the
affected bliss you should have sought
but such is the way of the Time given
here in the path chosen by your semi-
ignorant passion…
sweet you were then both tasted and
treasured as fluid human spirit i am
sure having met before on another
sphere much long ago…
i believe there are no mortal words to
convey or express the simple pleasure
both profound or obsessed with the
this or the that...
you had the chance and were still
quite fresh and whole before all that
changed you because of me was the
affected bliss you should have sought
but such is the way of the Time given
here in the path chosen by your semi-
ignorant passion…
sweet you were then both tasted and
treasured as fluid human spirit i am
sure having met before on another
sphere much long ago…
i believe there are no mortal words to
convey or express the simple pleasure
both profound or obsessed with the
this or the that...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
7th Feb 2014 6:23am
7th Feb 2014 6:23am
My Thoughts Are Tasting You As
my thoughts are tasting you as
i write this with a heavy sponge
in my pants and a song on my
tongue to sing to your lips both…
passion is only a virtue when we
freely add all of life's fluid into
the river of aloneness on the hope
that it is a raft to carry us into…
flow is the depth of my yearn
and weight is the hold of that cell
to place inside your eternity as
all breath escapes and returns…
when is the Time passing before
us as we argue which linear concept
is the more valid form of that which
we never quite grasp...
i write this with a heavy sponge
in my pants and a song on my
tongue to sing to your lips both…
passion is only a virtue when we
freely add all of life's fluid into
the river of aloneness on the hope
that it is a raft to carry us into…
flow is the depth of my yearn
and weight is the hold of that cell
to place inside your eternity as
all breath escapes and returns…
when is the Time passing before
us as we argue which linear concept
is the more valid form of that which
we never quite grasp...
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DARK POEM
Published
3rd Jan 2014 7:57am
3rd Jan 2014 7:57am
How Many Glasses of Bourbon Does
how many glasses of bourbon does
it take to change a lightbulb…
does the tree falling in the forest
scream when no one is there to
text about it… what ever became
of hero worship when all the heroes
are killers of brown skin people…
will we ever find a way out of here
without having to leave… when
does the Time become past if we
are still talking about the present
tomorrow… who was the first to
say can I get me one of those…
where are all the pleasant places
to be once...
it take to change a lightbulb…
does the tree falling in the forest
scream when no one is there to
text about it… what ever became
of hero worship when all the heroes
are killers of brown skin people…
will we ever find a way out of here
without having to leave… when
does the Time become past if we
are still talking about the present
tomorrow… who was the first to
say can I get me one of those…
where are all the pleasant places
to be once...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Dec 2013 8:18am
12th Dec 2013 8:18am
Always Thought I'd See You One
Always thought I'd see you one
last Time before the fall of else
as we know it… there is always
a problem in my character with
regard to fulfillment and all things
of desire - Not tangible things like
consumers mistaken identities to
give up their freedom for what they
do not ever need though told to me
otherwise.
No. The concepts of life's precepts
given all the rules broken to proceed
amidst this body of salt and truth be
it ever mindful of some sentient all
thought existence…
As Time moves within our life and our...
last Time before the fall of else
as we know it… there is always
a problem in my character with
regard to fulfillment and all things
of desire - Not tangible things like
consumers mistaken identities to
give up their freedom for what they
do not ever need though told to me
otherwise.
No. The concepts of life's precepts
given all the rules broken to proceed
amidst this body of salt and truth be
it ever mindful of some sentient all
thought existence…
As Time moves within our life and our...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Dec 2013 7:22am
10th Dec 2013 7:22am
False Commitment Is The Angle
false commitment is the angle
of possession when dogs face
abundance and fools choose
the first love to become a mother.
only when you find how many lies
have succeeded in this history of
your Time and thus even before
you will not believe the lies told.
once we gain this knowledge to
hold against the power of kings
owners accountable we should
plan a course to change for better.
the common good matters most
as we perspire to shape desire
while casting a brief amok in the
wrench of progress amended.
thrust a...
of possession when dogs face
abundance and fools choose
the first love to become a mother.
only when you find how many lies
have succeeded in this history of
your Time and thus even before
you will not believe the lies told.
once we gain this knowledge to
hold against the power of kings
owners accountable we should
plan a course to change for better.
the common good matters most
as we perspire to shape desire
while casting a brief amok in the
wrench of progress amended.
thrust a...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Dec 2013 7:18am
8th Dec 2013 7:18am
So There She Was With Me In
So there she was with me in
need of a true friend, a wizard
to perform some magic on her
bruised psyche… I formulated
a course of articulate action
through my thorough knowledge
regarding affairs of the heart,
mind, and spirit… her confidence
in my abilities to sus this depth
of hers genuinely disrupted and
voided toward embers gone cold
was at the very center of my studies
with regard to this purpose…
She stood there in the morning light
before me a naked and broken soul
of the most fragile humankind… I ...
need of a true friend, a wizard
to perform some magic on her
bruised psyche… I formulated
a course of articulate action
through my thorough knowledge
regarding affairs of the heart,
mind, and spirit… her confidence
in my abilities to sus this depth
of hers genuinely disrupted and
voided toward embers gone cold
was at the very center of my studies
with regard to this purpose…
She stood there in the morning light
before me a naked and broken soul
of the most fragile humankind… I ...
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