Submissions by rmglover
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I think out loud. Scribble a few words. These scribblings are my journal.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Apr 2016 7:53pm
14th Apr 2016 7:53pm
Opening "Night"
4/14/16
Opening "Night"
May we be of swift intellect to exercise upon fleeting, and occasional moments,
a slick tongue,
delivering an ephemeral symphony of
delicately sweet
"nothings"
to be lovingly
misconstrued, swatted and kissed
Opening "Night"
May we be of swift intellect to exercise upon fleeting, and occasional moments,
a slick tongue,
delivering an ephemeral symphony of
delicately sweet
"nothings"
to be lovingly
misconstrued, swatted and kissed
552 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
10th Dec 2015 8:27pm
10th Dec 2015 8:27pm
Hell to Pay
12/9/15
Hell to Pay
You real bad
Walkin' 'round my desk, looking over into my cubicle
talkin' shit and whatever as you walk by
You'd change your tune real quick if I did my trap door spider impression
and snatched your ass over into my lap
You - giggling, squirming and carrying on
while I mercilessly abscond kisses from your neck,
you motherfucker, you
Work - the Heaven that Hell built
Hell to Pay
You real bad
Walkin' 'round my desk, looking over into my cubicle
talkin' shit and whatever as you walk by
You'd change your tune real quick if I did my trap door spider impression
and snatched your ass over into my lap
You - giggling, squirming and carrying on
while I mercilessly abscond kisses from your neck,
you motherfucker, you
Work - the Heaven that Hell built
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EROTIC POEM
Published
23rd Nov 2015 9:20pm
23rd Nov 2015 9:20pm
At the Close of The Storm
11/23/15
At the Close of The Storm
The thing that moved the mountain the most
was not damming the flood
stemming the tide
soaking the river
grooming the flora
traversing the hills
It was the way her fingers clasped over his
after the culmination of the storm
At the Close of The Storm
The thing that moved the mountain the most
was not damming the flood
stemming the tide
soaking the river
grooming the flora
traversing the hills
It was the way her fingers clasped over his
after the culmination of the storm
569 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
10th Nov 2014 6:06am
10th Nov 2014 6:06am
For the Moment
11.9.14
For the Moment
For the moments that pass,
reaching memory
Spilling speech,
tingles ask - drowning sensory
Seeking sillogy, taking class
Vicious vacuum, unveil flask
Drunk with pow
'like' me now - moon jumps cow
For the moments that pass,
feeling motions
In too deep, fingers clasp;
coming notions
Stung
with movements,
striking sonnets
Blue-est potions, floral fawning
Be as buck,
come undone
Duran - stuck
Ballroom dancing; making love...
For the Moment
For the moments that pass,
reaching memory
Spilling speech,
tingles ask - drowning sensory
Seeking sillogy, taking class
Vicious vacuum, unveil flask
Drunk with pow
'like' me now - moon jumps cow
For the moments that pass,
feeling motions
In too deep, fingers clasp;
coming notions
Stung
with movements,
striking sonnets
Blue-est potions, floral fawning
Be as buck,
come undone
Duran - stuck
Ballroom dancing; making love...
738 reads
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ANGER POEM
Published
5th Nov 2014 3:44am
5th Nov 2014 3:44am
When Words get in the Way
11.4.14
When Words get in the Way
The words that get in the way
When anger prevails
Weak reasons set sail
Silky Seething; aggravation
Poorly patient - constipation
Set the sight, angry nights;
It's alright
When words get in the way
When words get in the way
Find myself at a loss
Tender temps? Feelings: frost
Fielding dreams and starvation
Poorest patience - on vacation
Starting fights, fuses light
Dynamite - it's alright....
When words get in the way
When...
When Words get in the Way
The words that get in the way
When anger prevails
Weak reasons set sail
Silky Seething; aggravation
Poorly patient - constipation
Set the sight, angry nights;
It's alright
When words get in the way
When words get in the way
Find myself at a loss
Tender temps? Feelings: frost
Fielding dreams and starvation
Poorest patience - on vacation
Starting fights, fuses light
Dynamite - it's alright....
When words get in the way
When...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
16th Sep 2014 7:01pm
16th Sep 2014 7:01pm
Poetry: Brick to Mortar LOI
9.16.14
Brick to Mortar LOI
Got bricks for the mortar;
sniff sawdust
No tricks for the trovers,
just - 'awesome'
Enjoy Kung Fu - I come at you
You like pandas - I got snafus
Put your hands up, or come hand cuffs;
I unstrap proof
Don't think you can stand up;
keep still
Soft silk for tied ankles;
applied steel
Got counters, got tables
Not joking, can't save you
Strange stroking, just hold on:
wood - "stables"
Some
isle of view, with abandon
Think...
Brick to Mortar LOI
Got bricks for the mortar;
sniff sawdust
No tricks for the trovers,
just - 'awesome'
Enjoy Kung Fu - I come at you
You like pandas - I got snafus
Put your hands up, or come hand cuffs;
I unstrap proof
Don't think you can stand up;
keep still
Soft silk for tied ankles;
applied steel
Got counters, got tables
Not joking, can't save you
Strange stroking, just hold on:
wood - "stables"
Some
isle of view, with abandon
Think...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
2nd Sep 2014 6:09pm
2nd Sep 2014 6:09pm
Necessary Evil
9.2.14
Necessary Evil
I do the evil that men do
When reducing the dance floor to bedroom
You look at me, thankful
Backing up, sinking
....grateful
It's shameful
what men do
what you do
The ship coasts and sails
I'm harpoon
and I'm whale
Bobbing wood, begin swell
Fire cannon, seeking shells
I'll ne'er do well as a pirate
It's alright
full mouth bites
- walk plank, you
Save this grind
(peace of mind)
with these steps
Keep in time, piece of...
Necessary Evil
I do the evil that men do
When reducing the dance floor to bedroom
You look at me, thankful
Backing up, sinking
....grateful
It's shameful
what men do
what you do
The ship coasts and sails
I'm harpoon
and I'm whale
Bobbing wood, begin swell
Fire cannon, seeking shells
I'll ne'er do well as a pirate
It's alright
full mouth bites
- walk plank, you
Save this grind
(peace of mind)
with these steps
Keep in time, piece of...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
29th Apr 2014 10:59pm
29th Apr 2014 10:59pm
Dirty Mercy
4.29.14
Dirty Mercy
Nothing else matters when you need to clean your house
Rub at those curious spots furiously
see if you can get them all out
What's it all about
- the dirt, the grime, the blame
Shitty little things without names
that worked their way into the pysche' - it's alright, it's life!
And when we're hungry
we'll eat anything - just like Mikey
Like Ike see - start fighting
I'll lay it down where you like
but don't like lying
Careless whispers
when words can't size up my...
Dirty Mercy
Nothing else matters when you need to clean your house
Rub at those curious spots furiously
see if you can get them all out
What's it all about
- the dirt, the grime, the blame
Shitty little things without names
that worked their way into the pysche' - it's alright, it's life!
And when we're hungry
we'll eat anything - just like Mikey
Like Ike see - start fighting
I'll lay it down where you like
but don't like lying
Careless whispers
when words can't size up my...
891 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
30th Jan 2014 8:12pm
30th Jan 2014 8:12pm
Daze of the Weak
5.7.12
(revised 11.15.13)
Daze of the Weak
Weak for fair flesh
When I'm a freak and care less
When I'm given to sharing the baser parts of my lascivious intellect
and the days turn into weeks
...and then stretch
Distilled turpentine; to drink
to bleed less
Painting banes cannot strip
seeds of stress
While whipping my weak
Wary freak meets my meek
Mourning moments I mismanaged my mess
Stiffening the serpentine lust
Quickening with calm, comes the crush
The pain is...
(revised 11.15.13)
Daze of the Weak
Weak for fair flesh
When I'm a freak and care less
When I'm given to sharing the baser parts of my lascivious intellect
and the days turn into weeks
...and then stretch
Distilled turpentine; to drink
to bleed less
Painting banes cannot strip
seeds of stress
While whipping my weak
Wary freak meets my meek
Mourning moments I mismanaged my mess
Stiffening the serpentine lust
Quickening with calm, comes the crush
The pain is...
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SELF POEM
Published
12th Jan 2014 3:05am
12th Jan 2014 3:05am
The Death and Dishonor of Mars
1.11.14
The Death and Dishonor of Mars
What if
Things were not as they seemed
What if 'to think' was perhaps *only* 'to dream'
What if
What secondguessing
What convalescing
What dragging, what nagging - what screams
What bragging
Strange scratching
Skycraping with phallus
What callous, outlandish - wet dreams
What saddles
What horses
Ride dragons
Strip corsets
What strap-straddle forces
Drown streams
What about - Fuck it
....Know what I mean?
...
The Death and Dishonor of Mars
What if
Things were not as they seemed
What if 'to think' was perhaps *only* 'to dream'
What if
What secondguessing
What convalescing
What dragging, what nagging - what screams
What bragging
Strange scratching
Skycraping with phallus
What callous, outlandish - wet dreams
What saddles
What horses
Ride dragons
Strip corsets
What strap-straddle forces
Drown streams
What about - Fuck it
....Know what I mean?
...
645 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
11th Dec 2013 7:05pm
11th Dec 2013 7:05pm
The Emancipation of Mrs. Jones
4.6.13
The Emancipation of Mrs. Jones
Anticipation may be the mother of all joneses
So when I strip down timid temples with my roamin mentions;
Steady with my straps for cracks - claytures nomen, ache when opened, omens ventured - quips for quacks
When I show up with my marvin throbbin'
Back of throat 'til throw up spartan
Shield with slomin; sloppy, slobbin'
Choking back sylabbin - sutures
Censures, quenches - sprites, just do it
Feel the skills within the steel
Wracked with romance, caught on reels
Piper spills to...
The Emancipation of Mrs. Jones
Anticipation may be the mother of all joneses
So when I strip down timid temples with my roamin mentions;
Steady with my straps for cracks - claytures nomen, ache when opened, omens ventured - quips for quacks
When I show up with my marvin throbbin'
Back of throat 'til throw up spartan
Shield with slomin; sloppy, slobbin'
Choking back sylabbin - sutures
Censures, quenches - sprites, just do it
Feel the skills within the steel
Wracked with romance, caught on reels
Piper spills to...
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SELF POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2013 11:47pm
2nd Dec 2013 11:47pm
Baggage Claim
8.20.13
Baggage Claim
Pack a piece for distant travel
Emotions make baggage unravel
Points of madness, we can have it
Damages demand of dear agnes
Relationships whip with the sailing
Treasure the trips over railings
Feelings became failings
Ceilings hit salines
Tears point to north; waves foam and froth
My fears ran rampant, dank and stagnant;
wet and putrid - loose, not lucid
Through the nooses, look what you did
Hung for crimes, this time I'm stupid
Sick for...
Baggage Claim
Pack a piece for distant travel
Emotions make baggage unravel
Points of madness, we can have it
Damages demand of dear agnes
Relationships whip with the sailing
Treasure the trips over railings
Feelings became failings
Ceilings hit salines
Tears point to north; waves foam and froth
My fears ran rampant, dank and stagnant;
wet and putrid - loose, not lucid
Through the nooses, look what you did
Hung for crimes, this time I'm stupid
Sick for...
740 reads
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