Submissions by runningturtle87
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
If it's not intimate, what's the point?......................
EROTIC POEM
Published
28th Jul 2012 1:25pm
28th Jul 2012 1:25pm
Distracted
I hate to down play
a moment when I want to
but seeing you there
explaining your day
and letting me see
the tip of your nipple
all hot with its cotton white gauze
and Indian lace lattice
triumph of cotton
all twisted in arm bands
silver and ankle
and bangle
and lip pierce
having just laid in
your corset and woven
the ribbons
in rings in your skin
with that candle wax
dripping in splatters
the shape of an angel's tears,
I can't help but notice
as never before
the contrast between
your ink and your...
a moment when I want to
but seeing you there
explaining your day
and letting me see
the tip of your nipple
all hot with its cotton white gauze
and Indian lace lattice
triumph of cotton
all twisted in arm bands
silver and ankle
and bangle
and lip pierce
having just laid in
your corset and woven
the ribbons
in rings in your skin
with that candle wax
dripping in splatters
the shape of an angel's tears,
I can't help but notice
as never before
the contrast between
your ink and your...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
28th Jul 2012 5:12am
28th Jul 2012 5:12am
Near
If I were to kiss
the crown of your head
and love your locks
and smell their air
and caress your forehead
and tenderly lip
to nose expose
my mouth to yours
and bite your lip
and slip to your chin
and slide down your neck
and trouble your shoulder
caressing your back
and licking your nipples
while suckling hips
and cherishing belly
and touching so gently
your satin sill labia
cheeking your thighs
and nibbling knees
as I reached for your ankles
and kissed you sweet feet,
then would you...
the crown of your head
and love your locks
and smell their air
and caress your forehead
and tenderly lip
to nose expose
my mouth to yours
and bite your lip
and slip to your chin
and slide down your neck
and trouble your shoulder
caressing your back
and licking your nipples
while suckling hips
and cherishing belly
and touching so gently
your satin sill labia
cheeking your thighs
and nibbling knees
as I reached for your ankles
and kissed you sweet feet,
then would you...
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LOVE POEM
Published
28th Jul 2012 5:09am
28th Jul 2012 5:09am
The Hundred Reasons
Chapter 99 then, finally:
I've never been good
at telling my tale
not without somehow
letting it out
how I fell so deeply
in love with the story
not ever to finish
but starting anew
each day as we speak
each sentence extended
as never to end
and you there just standing
never to leave
and the plot ever-moving
and yet nowhere going
an eternity that
but at least herein waiting
and never quiet done
yet always just ready
to try it again
though without resolution
for no end in itself ...
I've never been good
at telling my tale
not without somehow
letting it out
how I fell so deeply
in love with the story
not ever to finish
but starting anew
each day as we speak
each sentence extended
as never to end
and you there just standing
never to leave
and the plot ever-moving
and yet nowhere going
an eternity that
but at least herein waiting
and never quiet done
yet always just ready
to try it again
though without resolution
for no end in itself ...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Jul 2012 9:07pm
27th Jul 2012 9:07pm
Arrivals
The code of arrivals
includes the laws of all limitations.
Get here and do something constructive,
only don't do the following things that will
mess up my plans and create havoc
that will send a shock wave through my day:
Everything needs to remain just as it was.
Don't start any new projects.
Always clean up so that I can't tell you were ever here.
Be gone by the time I get home.
Never leave any of the tools out.
Clean the broom and vacuum cleaner.
Never leave trash in the trash can.
Don't leave your car in the driveway....
includes the laws of all limitations.
Get here and do something constructive,
only don't do the following things that will
mess up my plans and create havoc
that will send a shock wave through my day:
Everything needs to remain just as it was.
Don't start any new projects.
Always clean up so that I can't tell you were ever here.
Be gone by the time I get home.
Never leave any of the tools out.
Clean the broom and vacuum cleaner.
Never leave trash in the trash can.
Don't leave your car in the driveway....
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Jul 2012 8:56pm
27th Jul 2012 8:56pm
Logistics
When I get better,
I'm going to learn to run for miles
I'm going to sing out loud
I'm going to test my strength
I'm going to show my faith
I'm going to handle that failure
I'm going to rebuild that breakdown
I'm going to make my art
I'm going to eat the right foods
I'm going to say I'm sorry
I'm going to be a good friend
I'm going to treat her right
I'm going to remember his birthday
I'm going to do so much more
than I have ever done
because now I know that
I could have done more
only I didn't know that I could
and now...
I'm going to learn to run for miles
I'm going to sing out loud
I'm going to test my strength
I'm going to show my faith
I'm going to handle that failure
I'm going to rebuild that breakdown
I'm going to make my art
I'm going to eat the right foods
I'm going to say I'm sorry
I'm going to be a good friend
I'm going to treat her right
I'm going to remember his birthday
I'm going to do so much more
than I have ever done
because now I know that
I could have done more
only I didn't know that I could
and now...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Jul 2012 10:46am
26th Jul 2012 10:46am
Quantum Psychology
Predicting the outcome of an unknowable
allowing oneself to dream without dogmas
seeing directly into the unflappable
having no notice until it is on top of you
being aware but paralyzed to prevent it
making a path but not being able to balance
creating a tool too small for the job
jumping from form to function
relating to that which you hate
seeking out that which scares you
trying new things that are revolting
wanting to back in forward
attempting to put yourself in his shoes
knowing that its everywhere unless you look,
these are the...
allowing oneself to dream without dogmas
seeing directly into the unflappable
having no notice until it is on top of you
being aware but paralyzed to prevent it
making a path but not being able to balance
creating a tool too small for the job
jumping from form to function
relating to that which you hate
seeking out that which scares you
trying new things that are revolting
wanting to back in forward
attempting to put yourself in his shoes
knowing that its everywhere unless you look,
these are the...
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DARK POEM
Published
24th Jul 2012 3:52pm
24th Jul 2012 3:52pm
Gunslinger
Oh, then some really blistering shit,
like when you step up and forward
and square off, toe in and toe out,
head slanted like a gun held high,
voice lowered and slowed
in a frozen skinned pace,
like a broken rail
and a soon to be colliding train,
all puffed up and swollen,
arms like legs,
and a stallion for a haircut.
Oh, damn,
you're gunna look good on my wall;
fucked up like Moses
with the Tablets all busted,
and then with the tables all laid just so,
the spread pushed up,
and the barrels all full,
the circus cuts...
like when you step up and forward
and square off, toe in and toe out,
head slanted like a gun held high,
voice lowered and slowed
in a frozen skinned pace,
like a broken rail
and a soon to be colliding train,
all puffed up and swollen,
arms like legs,
and a stallion for a haircut.
Oh, damn,
you're gunna look good on my wall;
fucked up like Moses
with the Tablets all busted,
and then with the tables all laid just so,
the spread pushed up,
and the barrels all full,
the circus cuts...
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Jul 2012 4:06am
24th Jul 2012 4:06am
Note to Self
When I have time,
I need to build
a GUI interface
that displays the 3-D unfolding
of the new mythology logo
as it compels enlightenment
along the trajectory
of the torus
of contemplative introspection
as it is delineated
through transposed mythology,
the topological holographic illustration
of contextual integration….
the meta-logical understanding
and decoding
of the path
of consciousness
as expressed
in biochemical
and nuclear forces,
the expression
of the fractal
of significance...
I need to build
a GUI interface
that displays the 3-D unfolding
of the new mythology logo
as it compels enlightenment
along the trajectory
of the torus
of contemplative introspection
as it is delineated
through transposed mythology,
the topological holographic illustration
of contextual integration….
the meta-logical understanding
and decoding
of the path
of consciousness
as expressed
in biochemical
and nuclear forces,
the expression
of the fractal
of significance...
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Jul 2012 4:01am
24th Jul 2012 4:01am
Awkward Awakening
As perfect a moment
as close as they come
subtracting the struggles
and adding the sum
giving the lashes
and tinkling bell
every last clue
and hotter than hell
these are the tokens
that give us our sense
the reasons
the focus
to never relent
cryptic and silent
covered and pale
latticed and broken
and painted as well
gone to the corners
and thrown out the door
these are the beacons
that frame out the war
it's conscience
dear conscience
that drives a man home
seeks to divide him
and leave him...
as close as they come
subtracting the struggles
and adding the sum
giving the lashes
and tinkling bell
every last clue
and hotter than hell
these are the tokens
that give us our sense
the reasons
the focus
to never relent
cryptic and silent
covered and pale
latticed and broken
and painted as well
gone to the corners
and thrown out the door
these are the beacons
that frame out the war
it's conscience
dear conscience
that drives a man home
seeks to divide him
and leave him...
753 reads
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Jul 2012 6:38pm
22nd Jul 2012 6:38pm
The Cost of Being
How the flowers
have met their ends,
one by one
they all fade
into a straggling infantry
of broken soldiers.
Their heads bowed
and arms laid limp,
their rusted weapons
slung over their slumped shoulders
and their worn feet,
shoeless and ragged.
Thistle down
and trestle whistle,
the long slow march
from stem to weathered seed
recommends a dour flake;
death rewards her loses
with a meadow
of her stolen smiles.
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have met their ends,
one by one
they all fade
into a straggling infantry
of broken soldiers.
Their heads bowed
and arms laid limp,
their rusted weapons
slung over their slumped shoulders
and their worn feet,
shoeless and ragged.
Thistle down
and trestle whistle,
the long slow march
from stem to weathered seed
recommends a dour flake;
death rewards her loses
with a meadow
of her stolen smiles.
runningturtle87
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SELF POEM
Published
21st Jul 2012 7:32pm
21st Jul 2012 7:32pm
Intimates Within
The chap whose weight
has plied his ears
with cognations
gone amuck,
whose life began the moment
when his feet the lightning struck,
whose ruminations waddle
blazed in silver bells,
and whose adoration
beams befitting
words of singled swells,
this is he who blasts the show
and pilfers light at dawn,
and he alone who swims
beyond the sound within the fawn.
He listened for the heart beat
and he heard the muffled roar
and hesitated not at all
to open up the door.
The gaggled gaff and coopered pot
the...
has plied his ears
with cognations
gone amuck,
whose life began the moment
when his feet the lightning struck,
whose ruminations waddle
blazed in silver bells,
and whose adoration
beams befitting
words of singled swells,
this is he who blasts the show
and pilfers light at dawn,
and he alone who swims
beyond the sound within the fawn.
He listened for the heart beat
and he heard the muffled roar
and hesitated not at all
to open up the door.
The gaggled gaff and coopered pot
the...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
21st Jul 2012 7:29pm
21st Jul 2012 7:29pm
Blessing of Being
Emotional states actually harmonize
the perceptual lens of the DNA
such that our feelings are the filter
through which we see the world
and thus the world is shaped
by how we emotionally attend to reality.
If the emotions are phase coordinated
with reality, the DNA
becomes fully operational
and this is where enlightenment lies.
The reason to align the emotions
is not to gain some spiritual truth
that we acquire but rather
it is a state of consciousness
where we are fully functional.
Non-attachment and...
the perceptual lens of the DNA
such that our feelings are the filter
through which we see the world
and thus the world is shaped
by how we emotionally attend to reality.
If the emotions are phase coordinated
with reality, the DNA
becomes fully operational
and this is where enlightenment lies.
The reason to align the emotions
is not to gain some spiritual truth
that we acquire but rather
it is a state of consciousness
where we are fully functional.
Non-attachment and...
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