Submissions by runningturtle87
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
If it's not intimate, what's the point?......................
SONG LYRICS
Published
15th Jul 2012 12:10pm
15th Jul 2012 12:10pm
First Date Love
Don't you just want to get out here?
I think I had a little too much beer;
my mind is like whirlwind
and I feel like I'm going insane.
When I get around you,
I just don't know what I'll do;
Baby, I'm a basket case when
I'm here with you.
I really don't know
which way to call my up;
my in is out, my out is in.
and I everything I think is right
is something they call sin.
You make me feel so free;
I don't know what to do,
'cause when I'm without you
then my world starts turning blue.
The reason that I...
I think I had a little too much beer;
my mind is like whirlwind
and I feel like I'm going insane.
When I get around you,
I just don't know what I'll do;
Baby, I'm a basket case when
I'm here with you.
I really don't know
which way to call my up;
my in is out, my out is in.
and I everything I think is right
is something they call sin.
You make me feel so free;
I don't know what to do,
'cause when I'm without you
then my world starts turning blue.
The reason that I...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
15th Jul 2012 4:19am
15th Jul 2012 4:19am
Blank Stares
She watched
the men dancing,
giving their best
to show their stuff,
muscle and sinew,
and there
in the audience,
unflinchingly
rigid,
she was
so disconnected
that if no film
had been on
and they had been
sitting alone
in the dark,
it wound not
have been
any more
or any
less sensual.
Her libido
was so dulled
that the nearly naked,
the sweating invitations,
the throbbing,
and gyrations
were merely
bad dancing
that had made little
or no impression
other...
the men dancing,
giving their best
to show their stuff,
muscle and sinew,
and there
in the audience,
unflinchingly
rigid,
she was
so disconnected
that if no film
had been on
and they had been
sitting alone
in the dark,
it wound not
have been
any more
or any
less sensual.
Her libido
was so dulled
that the nearly naked,
the sweating invitations,
the throbbing,
and gyrations
were merely
bad dancing
that had made little
or no impression
other...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
15th Jul 2012 3:20am
15th Jul 2012 3:20am
"MAKE LOVE TO ME IN WORDS"
They've not repealed the syntax,
semantics on the page,
and then there's always diction,
linguistic's all the rage,
but if there's something
hot to spot
and phrases steal the show,
deconstruction strips you down
and diagrammed you'll go.
And then there's where to put
those subtle exclamations,
marked by all those breathing sighs,
those oh's and ah's in stations.
Yes, and your inner voice,
it's noted disyllabic,
and echoed
in the bedroom as
thrillingly iambic.
To grasp a stem and firmly hint ...
semantics on the page,
and then there's always diction,
linguistic's all the rage,
but if there's something
hot to spot
and phrases steal the show,
deconstruction strips you down
and diagrammed you'll go.
And then there's where to put
those subtle exclamations,
marked by all those breathing sighs,
those oh's and ah's in stations.
Yes, and your inner voice,
it's noted disyllabic,
and echoed
in the bedroom as
thrillingly iambic.
To grasp a stem and firmly hint ...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Jul 2012 5:40pm
14th Jul 2012 5:40pm
Modern Life
Modern Life
It well
may be
that we
spend our lives
attempting to build
a debt
for others
so that they
can have
the privilege
of paying us
to tell us
just how
wonderfully
we have filled
the need
we convinced them
they had.
runningturtle87
It well
may be
that we
spend our lives
attempting to build
a debt
for others
so that they
can have
the privilege
of paying us
to tell us
just how
wonderfully
we have filled
the need
we convinced them
they had.
runningturtle87
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EROTIC POEM
Published
13th Jul 2012 3:58pm
13th Jul 2012 3:58pm
Cross-Synchronization
She on this path
he on that path
neither one
on the same path
although their paths
are on each other's paths
for intersection.
Nothing to do to avoid it
one universe on this branch
another universe on that branch
both branches in the same multiverse
and nothing to do but wait
and then sooner or later
a déjà vu of reincarnation,
a cliptic vibratory tonality
like a reintarnation
and they are at it again
in another time
in another space
all the same
with different colors
and languages,
but...
he on that path
neither one
on the same path
although their paths
are on each other's paths
for intersection.
Nothing to do to avoid it
one universe on this branch
another universe on that branch
both branches in the same multiverse
and nothing to do but wait
and then sooner or later
a déjà vu of reincarnation,
a cliptic vibratory tonality
like a reintarnation
and they are at it again
in another time
in another space
all the same
with different colors
and languages,
but...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Jul 2012 1:03pm
13th Jul 2012 1:03pm
In an Instant
A day
of health
is all
that matters...
we ask
for the moon
and get a rock.....
sometimes
a few hours
of life
is all we get.....
it takes
a little practice
to live longer.
Think about the stars;
they live a twinkle
at a time.
A few drops,
a grain of sand,
the reflection
of a glint,
and in an instant,
the world
is transformed
into either
nothing
or everything
there is.
runningturtle87
of health
is all
that matters...
we ask
for the moon
and get a rock.....
sometimes
a few hours
of life
is all we get.....
it takes
a little practice
to live longer.
Think about the stars;
they live a twinkle
at a time.
A few drops,
a grain of sand,
the reflection
of a glint,
and in an instant,
the world
is transformed
into either
nothing
or everything
there is.
runningturtle87
673 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
13th Jul 2012 4:25am
13th Jul 2012 4:25am
Inflection
The tone in her voice as she coiled by my side.
the textured soft skin and her silken lips shied,
Each mumbled breath as she slept unaware,
her limber caresses and careless free care:
these are the visions that take up my view;
all I can see are these visions of you.
Tossed to the staircase all those layers and clothes.
and there in the mirror your mouth and your nose;
the ten thousand errands you've sent me out on,
off to the baker's or else to the pond.
So many memories fresh in my mind,
not one I'm willing to leave left behind:...
the textured soft skin and her silken lips shied,
Each mumbled breath as she slept unaware,
her limber caresses and careless free care:
these are the visions that take up my view;
all I can see are these visions of you.
Tossed to the staircase all those layers and clothes.
and there in the mirror your mouth and your nose;
the ten thousand errands you've sent me out on,
off to the baker's or else to the pond.
So many memories fresh in my mind,
not one I'm willing to leave left behind:...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Jul 2012 00:11am
13th Jul 2012 00:11am
On Haiku
That Basho had
complete command,
a biometric meter,
to speak a given line
in hand,
some seventeen
syllabic notes
and oddly scansioned
reader,
does not undo
the needed note
that lends
the quest
at bay,
in any given
moment,
on any given day,
his breathe
remained identical,
and he was held
no cuckoo;
only his
was just right there,
for, he breathed
just like Kinsaku.
runningturtle87
complete command,
a biometric meter,
to speak a given line
in hand,
some seventeen
syllabic notes
and oddly scansioned
reader,
does not undo
the needed note
that lends
the quest
at bay,
in any given
moment,
on any given day,
his breathe
remained identical,
and he was held
no cuckoo;
only his
was just right there,
for, he breathed
just like Kinsaku.
runningturtle87
637 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
12th Jul 2012 2:21pm
12th Jul 2012 2:21pm
Go Down HO Down: Make up Sex, New Age Cowboy Style
The trouble that we went through to have a little fling
still later was sweet energy that lost what it could bring.
If what you need is to release and lose all your control,
then why waste time, just get in line, and let your body roll.
Whatever courage that it takes to get your crevice wet
is always at your beck and call and never mind, "Not yet!"
We can go for days and days in Kundalini fire,
we'll turn up all the music then and sing until we're higher!
So, don't waste time by picking at some sore or kicking dogs,
'cause if we play...
still later was sweet energy that lost what it could bring.
If what you need is to release and lose all your control,
then why waste time, just get in line, and let your body roll.
Whatever courage that it takes to get your crevice wet
is always at your beck and call and never mind, "Not yet!"
We can go for days and days in Kundalini fire,
we'll turn up all the music then and sing until we're higher!
So, don't waste time by picking at some sore or kicking dogs,
'cause if we play...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
12th Jul 2012 1:05pm
12th Jul 2012 1:05pm
And Now
Walking through the restaurant on the way back to his seat
he spied a face so perfect that his heart began to beat.
The closer to inspection, the more and more it sped,
until when then he had nearly passed, a pounding in his head!
His feet walked by, but somehow left his own attention waning,
and as he travelled on ahead his energy was draining.
At last he turned and looked full face into these eyes divine
and as if he had had no choice at all and possession had his mind,
he blurted out in warmest tones expressing all his bliss,
"I wonder if you'd...
he spied a face so perfect that his heart began to beat.
The closer to inspection, the more and more it sped,
until when then he had nearly passed, a pounding in his head!
His feet walked by, but somehow left his own attention waning,
and as he travelled on ahead his energy was draining.
At last he turned and looked full face into these eyes divine
and as if he had had no choice at all and possession had his mind,
he blurted out in warmest tones expressing all his bliss,
"I wonder if you'd...
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th Jul 2012 4:47am
12th Jul 2012 4:47am
Speaking at Dusk
When a conversation
swelters
to the canyon's rim,
the juncture
of the passion
can be sung just
like a hymn.
The alter call
and kneeling jest
and verse
and verse refrained
the mercy there
is hardly best
if not one voice
is trained.
And so
before the walk
among the overlook
and view
the words
that make
the context rise
are then so
given hue:
Encouragement
is taken in
and made
to speak
in waves,
and if
the message
gathers home,
the fire...
swelters
to the canyon's rim,
the juncture
of the passion
can be sung just
like a hymn.
The alter call
and kneeling jest
and verse
and verse refrained
the mercy there
is hardly best
if not one voice
is trained.
And so
before the walk
among the overlook
and view
the words
that make
the context rise
are then so
given hue:
Encouragement
is taken in
and made
to speak
in waves,
and if
the message
gathers home,
the fire...
615 reads
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