Submissions by skillzthapoet
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Apr 2013 4:56am
16th Apr 2013 4:56am
farewell with pleasure
she was as sweet as the dripping honey,
fair as the morning leaves,
her touch was smooth,
and warm like the afternoon sky,
her voice was soft,
her words....oh..
melodious tunes of an African clay cast,
she walked with the goose sway,
left.. bum.. bum.. right.. bum.. bum,
rythmique...
after her, many ran,
to be welcomed with the painted smile,
that weakened every eye that did cast a glance,
in they went,
out they came,
each a tale so different,
they did pride selves on the Conquest,
the lions that...
fair as the morning leaves,
her touch was smooth,
and warm like the afternoon sky,
her voice was soft,
her words....oh..
melodious tunes of an African clay cast,
she walked with the goose sway,
left.. bum.. bum.. right.. bum.. bum,
rythmique...
after her, many ran,
to be welcomed with the painted smile,
that weakened every eye that did cast a glance,
in they went,
out they came,
each a tale so different,
they did pride selves on the Conquest,
the lions that...
390 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
4th Dec 2012 3:02pm
4th Dec 2012 3:02pm
FORGOTTEN
and so i lay myself to death,
pale lips gasping for breath,
a tear i cry,
off it dry,
all to die,
but nay you won't any shed,
to his you cuddle and his bed,
i for the dead,
earth fed,
a ma'ot bred,
but alas!
a setting sun,
a rogue ray ride,
upon it a crying raven,
welcome you in dark shadows,
i am the forgotten.......
pale lips gasping for breath,
a tear i cry,
off it dry,
all to die,
but nay you won't any shed,
to his you cuddle and his bed,
i for the dead,
earth fed,
a ma'ot bred,
but alas!
a setting sun,
a rogue ray ride,
upon it a crying raven,
welcome you in dark shadows,
i am the forgotten.......
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LOVE POEM
Published
4th Dec 2012 2:58pm
4th Dec 2012 2:58pm
Jazz for a Broken Heart
the sax glitters,
a coy smile upon its curvy trunk,
next,the good old gentle,
much unmade so sits black and white,
to them joins,
the little mammoth much crave,
cunny yet a mate,
up the unnever ending heavens,
sits the wrinkled yet always bright,
her eyes upon the crooked road,
soon down the crooks he shall stagger,
murmuring of a so called brandy,
and the much she bends,
but a tear shall flow,
of it be,jazz for a broken heart.....
a coy smile upon its curvy trunk,
next,the good old gentle,
much unmade so sits black and white,
to them joins,
the little mammoth much crave,
cunny yet a mate,
up the unnever ending heavens,
sits the wrinkled yet always bright,
her eyes upon the crooked road,
soon down the crooks he shall stagger,
murmuring of a so called brandy,
and the much she bends,
but a tear shall flow,
of it be,jazz for a broken heart.....
479 reads
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Aug 2012 5:41am
10th Aug 2012 5:41am
AN OLD SONG
the beat knows not me,
its age hardly known,
the sax blares,
soothing clefs rise to the awaiting air,
such a wave an aire invites,
an old man does his magic,
a fella on the chords,
a strap down to the woods that sway upon his waist run,
fingers along treasured strings,
another sits,
head dancing,
next to a loved gentle black giant,
the two buddies for ages been,
palms upon the beautiful blacks and whites,
left to right and together meet,
upon the dark space in twos bodies follow,
in clarks and plats choreograph,...
its age hardly known,
the sax blares,
soothing clefs rise to the awaiting air,
such a wave an aire invites,
an old man does his magic,
a fella on the chords,
a strap down to the woods that sway upon his waist run,
fingers along treasured strings,
another sits,
head dancing,
next to a loved gentle black giant,
the two buddies for ages been,
palms upon the beautiful blacks and whites,
left to right and together meet,
upon the dark space in twos bodies follow,
in clarks and plats choreograph,...
594 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
10th Aug 2012 5:18am
10th Aug 2012 5:18am
fair death
the grass lay green,
its calm undettered by the hours' taking,
the wind lacked her blue-blood,
lurching above the young green tips,
conciliating them to her careening dance,
the tombs keeping their secrets,
their stones untouched,
and to the ground-touch sky distance,
a new confrére,
fresh from the other,
an ant could not wait,
much to devour,
and in there laments,
one could tell,
not the fellas,
nor the lady in a dark skirt,
were cheeseparing in their goodbyes,
long gone are they now,
an...
its calm undettered by the hours' taking,
the wind lacked her blue-blood,
lurching above the young green tips,
conciliating them to her careening dance,
the tombs keeping their secrets,
their stones untouched,
and to the ground-touch sky distance,
a new confrére,
fresh from the other,
an ant could not wait,
much to devour,
and in there laments,
one could tell,
not the fellas,
nor the lady in a dark skirt,
were cheeseparing in their goodbyes,
long gone are they now,
an...
749 reads
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