Submissions by roonerspism (Sinead M.)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
EROTIC POEM
Published
7th Nov 2009 12:31pm
7th Nov 2009 12:31pm
Euphoria
We were fucking.
Spurting words
from
mine
and
ours
to
future
then
love
All drunk
rough, restless
like
dry sea,
wet sun -
- savage but gentle.
Enthralled
in
victory,
defeat
Lost in Jane Austen.
Wanton,
gentle,
deep.
I fall,
carpet burns,
And
I
will
make
you
say
Please.
Spurting words
from
mine
and
ours
to
future
then
love
All drunk
rough, restless
like
dry sea,
wet sun -
- savage but gentle.
Enthralled
in
victory,
defeat
Lost in Jane Austen.
Wanton,
gentle,
deep.
I fall,
carpet burns,
And
I
will
make
you
say
Please.
1143 reads
8 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
27th Oct 2009 8:13pm
27th Oct 2009 8:13pm
Sonnet for the beast within
Fear floods through the midnight skies
Lunar catchment waxing full
Until thrice monthly mortal eyes
see the signs so fight the pull
Down he soars from silver sun
Starved, insane with captive rage
Human frailty wills to run
but sole holds soul in monster’s cage
Teeth and tongue do Devil deeds
beneath the bitter, swollen moon
Poison bites plant evil seeds
All forgot in waking noon
And still beyond the wolf refrain
a tender human doth remain.
Lunar catchment waxing full
Until thrice monthly mortal eyes
see the signs so fight the pull
Down he soars from silver sun
Starved, insane with captive rage
Human frailty wills to run
but sole holds soul in monster’s cage
Teeth and tongue do Devil deeds
beneath the bitter, swollen moon
Poison bites plant evil seeds
All forgot in waking noon
And still beyond the wolf refrain
a tender human doth remain.
841 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Oct 2009 6:08pm
26th Oct 2009 6:08pm
Can't Walk By
A shop-front settler
and man's best friend
sit side by side
on the cobblestone highway
A dreary grey bites flesh
past brave face
where a somehow smile lies
More like sunshine
A battered cardboard square
homes thick red ink
writ as a humble wish
to keep on living
Injustice rains tears
and twinkling eyes shine
And the chime of metal on metal
is spare change begging changes
and man's best friend
sit side by side
on the cobblestone highway
A dreary grey bites flesh
past brave face
where a somehow smile lies
More like sunshine
A battered cardboard square
homes thick red ink
writ as a humble wish
to keep on living
Injustice rains tears
and twinkling eyes shine
And the chime of metal on metal
is spare change begging changes
838 reads
3 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Oct 2009 6:03pm
26th Oct 2009 6:03pm
Subway
A pigeon totters in
Policemen follow him
All heads bob with pride
They share an off-beat stride
So what is the difference here?
Who earns more respect?
They walk the same floor,
sure,
but only the pigeon eats for free.
Policemen follow him
All heads bob with pride
They share an off-beat stride
So what is the difference here?
Who earns more respect?
They walk the same floor,
sure,
but only the pigeon eats for free.
785 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Oct 2009 1:26am
23rd Oct 2009 1:26am
Nightlife
The concrete jungle
dead in itself
harbours life
Cells flood through the veins of artificial day
Bleeding life into the blackless night
A murmur in the heart
is a biological storm brewing
Lightning strikes in low places
sparking countless flights of fluorescent fancy
Hear the thunder underground
as rhythmic footfalls born from bitter drinks
In packs and in pairs
or as solitary souls
they roam
Predator and prey the same
Trapped in a cage of their own creation
Free from freedom
but unaware
They embrace the...
dead in itself
harbours life
Cells flood through the veins of artificial day
Bleeding life into the blackless night
A murmur in the heart
is a biological storm brewing
Lightning strikes in low places
sparking countless flights of fluorescent fancy
Hear the thunder underground
as rhythmic footfalls born from bitter drinks
In packs and in pairs
or as solitary souls
they roam
Predator and prey the same
Trapped in a cage of their own creation
Free from freedom
but unaware
They embrace the...
943 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Oct 2009 1:24am
23rd Oct 2009 1:24am
Keeping House
Flowers wilt on the window sill
The kettle steams a warning shrill
And I can smell cigarettes
A lone white sock is lost at war
Cats trade insults with tooth and claw
And I can smell cigarettes
A table ringed with coffee stains
The baby brews a hurricane
And I can smell cigarettes
She's been drinking
He's done thinking
And I can smell cigarettes
The kettle steams a warning shrill
And I can smell cigarettes
A lone white sock is lost at war
Cats trade insults with tooth and claw
And I can smell cigarettes
A table ringed with coffee stains
The baby brews a hurricane
And I can smell cigarettes
She's been drinking
He's done thinking
And I can smell cigarettes
834 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Oct 2009 2:08pm
17th Oct 2009 2:08pm
Advertising
For sale:
Pride, small, slightly bruised. Sense of dignity, missing some pieces.
Catholic Faith, minor discolouration, large tear down centre; renovator's dream.
Package deal, can separate.
Selling $90 o.n.o
For sale:
One soul, male. 46 years old, fair condition, mildly tainted. Traces of depression, some nicotine stains.
Comes with bonus sense of hopelessness.
Selling $50 or best offer.
Will trade for vodka.
For sale:
Human life. No longer desired.
One only.
Free to a good home.
Pride, small, slightly bruised. Sense of dignity, missing some pieces.
Catholic Faith, minor discolouration, large tear down centre; renovator's dream.
Package deal, can separate.
Selling $90 o.n.o
For sale:
One soul, male. 46 years old, fair condition, mildly tainted. Traces of depression, some nicotine stains.
Comes with bonus sense of hopelessness.
Selling $50 or best offer.
Will trade for vodka.
For sale:
Human life. No longer desired.
One only.
Free to a good home.
1106 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Oct 2009 3:05pm
16th Oct 2009 3:05pm
Musician With No Guitar
A man,
flesh and blood and bone,
wood and steel lacking,
is hopeful
Fingers ghost wooden nothings;
necks and bodies
with no strings attached
Invisible steel vibrates
and imaginary echoes
hang dead in empty air
Melodies flying in the mind
fall far from reality,
broken winged on crumpled paper
Lyrics spill over,
and a voice unaccompanied
is still raw at boiling point.
A man,
flesh and blood and bone,
wood and steel lacking,
is nothing
flesh and blood and bone,
wood and steel lacking,
is hopeful
Fingers ghost wooden nothings;
necks and bodies
with no strings attached
Invisible steel vibrates
and imaginary echoes
hang dead in empty air
Melodies flying in the mind
fall far from reality,
broken winged on crumpled paper
Lyrics spill over,
and a voice unaccompanied
is still raw at boiling point.
A man,
flesh and blood and bone,
wood and steel lacking,
is nothing
843 reads
3 Comments
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