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...
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Nov 2013 4:00am
27th Nov 2013 4:00am
A Wave of Time Through This Sphere is
a wave of Time through this sphere is
what we surf continued on by all that
is possible within and without…
if our dreams are fragments of other
realities they are certainly held
descriptive of all the pleasure and
foibles we may be prone to encounter
regardless of true desires…
as I ponder this hypothesis to prove my
where-with-all and sit here in my bed
naked with books and art and guitars
all around me and my cat of nine years
the whys have become more clearer
than ever - the whens will always be
recurring - and the where...
what we surf continued on by all that
is possible within and without…
if our dreams are fragments of other
realities they are certainly held
descriptive of all the pleasure and
foibles we may be prone to encounter
regardless of true desires…
as I ponder this hypothesis to prove my
where-with-all and sit here in my bed
naked with books and art and guitars
all around me and my cat of nine years
the whys have become more clearer
than ever - the whens will always be
recurring - and the where...
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Nov 2013 8:16am
24th Nov 2013 8:16am
Fourteen Year Old Boy Whacking On
fourteen year old boy whacking on
his gran-nannie's bed looking at
bad porn lite, and listen to rock 'n
roll records after smoking some
righteous weed… it was 1968
summer and hot as hell in that
3rd floor walk up with no air con
but the fan in the bath window
kept the whole place as cool as
it would ever be...
we were as defiant as we could
be given what we had to work
with - I did what I could to be a
great guitar player while Jimi
was 'bold as love' and maybe
that was all I could've asked
for… except the cheap sex we...
his gran-nannie's bed looking at
bad porn lite, and listen to rock 'n
roll records after smoking some
righteous weed… it was 1968
summer and hot as hell in that
3rd floor walk up with no air con
but the fan in the bath window
kept the whole place as cool as
it would ever be...
we were as defiant as we could
be given what we had to work
with - I did what I could to be a
great guitar player while Jimi
was 'bold as love' and maybe
that was all I could've asked
for… except the cheap sex we...
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SELF POEM
Published
16th Nov 2013 7:56am
16th Nov 2013 7:56am
now we walk through this life almost
now we walk through this life almost
as if phasing into the next sphere to
become ghosts or the definition of
what an apparition could exhale into
the sea of voids…
it was not always like this as seldom
any things are so we live quietly apart
from each other together in union of a
name only and that aspect suits us
fine i guess but we don't talk about it…
become who you are has been my
feeling for years once I understood how
things work more closely it would not
have mattered that much but she never
notices what really matters...
as if phasing into the next sphere to
become ghosts or the definition of
what an apparition could exhale into
the sea of voids…
it was not always like this as seldom
any things are so we live quietly apart
from each other together in union of a
name only and that aspect suits us
fine i guess but we don't talk about it…
become who you are has been my
feeling for years once I understood how
things work more closely it would not
have mattered that much but she never
notices what really matters...
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th Nov 2013 6:54am
15th Nov 2013 6:54am
As I Fondle That Flesh of Yours
As I fondle that flesh of yours
in the hours of sadness does
it help ease the pain or increase
all the limits of madness or
expel all those rules given…
Will it offer diversion from all
that they make you which hurt
us all over as pleasure is given
with my mouth I will take you
that this touch is forgiven…
Once it gets tempted so sweetly
while we bask in a new glow of
hours upon talking for hours
after it comes to us so slow
that we hardly notice this Time…
As I ponder this forum it makes
me long for the scratched...
in the hours of sadness does
it help ease the pain or increase
all the limits of madness or
expel all those rules given…
Will it offer diversion from all
that they make you which hurt
us all over as pleasure is given
with my mouth I will take you
that this touch is forgiven…
Once it gets tempted so sweetly
while we bask in a new glow of
hours upon talking for hours
after it comes to us so slow
that we hardly notice this Time…
As I ponder this forum it makes
me long for the scratched...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
3rd Nov 2013 3:50am
3rd Nov 2013 3:50am
Silver, (not gold), She Was in Her Soul, Not
Silver, (not gold), she was in her soul, not
her hair as I drove to her / my friend's to
partake more substances than I should
have… Before I knew it I found myself in
the passion throes of this raven beauty
we both naked and throbbing as my friend
is passed out naked herself in her bed…
Quite a sight to behold and a tempting
offer, but one choice at a Time I was
once advised...
It started out as a loose remark to
a friend of fantasy curtailed, (another
story even…) "I think your friend would
be fun to rub flesh with", or...
her hair as I drove to her / my friend's to
partake more substances than I should
have… Before I knew it I found myself in
the passion throes of this raven beauty
we both naked and throbbing as my friend
is passed out naked herself in her bed…
Quite a sight to behold and a tempting
offer, but one choice at a Time I was
once advised...
It started out as a loose remark to
a friend of fantasy curtailed, (another
story even…) "I think your friend would
be fun to rub flesh with", or...
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LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Nov 2013 7:06am
2nd Nov 2013 7:06am
Shutup Sweetheart… The Bow
shutup sweetheart… the bow
is about to break while we
poke at each others treasure
in the bliss and bask of cherish
verbatim I can almost taste
the what of you just writing
these words...
while I was dreaming about
this moment for a thousand
years ago it seemed to place
a wreckage on my parking
space until our brains caught
fire in my way of thinking out
loud…
dire is the pheromones
we exhibit on the gallery wall
of our behavior for without
the only key known to us as
escape we might just end up
being...
is about to break while we
poke at each others treasure
in the bliss and bask of cherish
verbatim I can almost taste
the what of you just writing
these words...
while I was dreaming about
this moment for a thousand
years ago it seemed to place
a wreckage on my parking
space until our brains caught
fire in my way of thinking out
loud…
dire is the pheromones
we exhibit on the gallery wall
of our behavior for without
the only key known to us as
escape we might just end up
being...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
18th Oct 2013 1:58am
18th Oct 2013 1:58am
Lost Virgins
Lost virgins...
She was just seventeen, if you
know what I mean, (Macca…)
I was not quite fourteen, and
one night she kept rubbing that
camel toe against my jean's hard
wick… until I came in those jeans
and she just squealed with delight.
It was the stuff of fantasies...
Next day, early morn, found us on
her back porch with me inside her,
finally, our jeans pulled down and
her spread on the table edge, when
all of a sudden as we were shooting
her landlord caught us... That guy
could run, 'cuz he chased me for
half a...
She was just seventeen, if you
know what I mean, (Macca…)
I was not quite fourteen, and
one night she kept rubbing that
camel toe against my jean's hard
wick… until I came in those jeans
and she just squealed with delight.
It was the stuff of fantasies...
Next day, early morn, found us on
her back porch with me inside her,
finally, our jeans pulled down and
her spread on the table edge, when
all of a sudden as we were shooting
her landlord caught us... That guy
could run, 'cuz he chased me for
half a...
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SELF POEM
Published
16th Oct 2013 9:54am
16th Oct 2013 9:54am
Trouble Maker
Trouble maker?
WHO, ME?! - you
jest and I mean a
hearty hey ho, it ain't
so mr neighbor's dad
of my friend - And
that's what they said
A foul mouthed Boy of
ELEVEN orbits around
that STAR, and if I
AM, then I am - so
we were friends any
way because some
bonds know no bounds
or such - And it wasn't
Long after that sweet
proclamation I was doing
my own orbits if you
catch my say so -
AH the folly of youth
is not...
WHO, ME?! - you
jest and I mean a
hearty hey ho, it ain't
so mr neighbor's dad
of my friend - And
that's what they said
A foul mouthed Boy of
ELEVEN orbits around
that STAR, and if I
AM, then I am - so
we were friends any
way because some
bonds know no bounds
or such - And it wasn't
Long after that sweet
proclamation I was doing
my own orbits if you
catch my say so -
AH the folly of youth
is not...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
15th Oct 2013 1:37am
15th Oct 2013 1:37am
You Have Awoken In Me Thoughts
you have awoken in me thoughts,
dreams, wishes unfulfilled and desires
kept dormant for some Time do to
other commitments that befuddle our
lives from Time to Time - and Tit for Tat…
I live in a bubble, always have, and only
venture out when i feel the need to discover
new things to attract me to play with,
play against, play over and over, or just
play for play's sake. my taste in sex is not
as various as you may fantasize toward
or imagine as the case may be…
I...
dreams, wishes unfulfilled and desires
kept dormant for some Time do to
other commitments that befuddle our
lives from Time to Time - and Tit for Tat…
I live in a bubble, always have, and only
venture out when i feel the need to discover
new things to attract me to play with,
play against, play over and over, or just
play for play's sake. my taste in sex is not
as various as you may fantasize toward
or imagine as the case may be…
I...
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th Oct 2013 2:26am
13th Oct 2013 2:26am
The Time She Jumped
The time she jumped
from the sphere and
collided with an unmentionable
in the vortex of vibrato - it
was an undefinable moment
in our history - outside the
spring contextual being of
then was, will always hold
a spot for me on the ride
of evermore - A sanction
forever turned out with
all over consequences in
a visual sea of drive trains
and goodbyes - Almost
entering a new draft...
from the sphere and
collided with an unmentionable
in the vortex of vibrato - it
was an undefinable moment
in our history - outside the
spring contextual being of
then was, will always hold
a spot for me on the ride
of evermore - A sanction
forever turned out with
all over consequences in
a visual sea of drive trains
and goodbyes - Almost
entering a new draft...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Oct 2013 2:10am
11th Oct 2013 2:10am
What Chance Do You Have
What chance do you have
to bring to light of day
the puzzle we all wish
to work out = the answer
we need to give to our
pupils who relish the savory
paragraphs unwritten by
those who cling to fertile
neurons = was it ever
thus or does it not
compute in this final
hour of ornate muses
coming back from a party
they were never invited to.
to bring to light of day
the puzzle we all wish
to work out = the answer
we need to give to our
pupils who relish the savory
paragraphs unwritten by
those who cling to fertile
neurons = was it ever
thus or does it not
compute in this final
hour of ornate muses
coming back from a party
they were never invited to.
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