Submissions by slipalong
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
classic rhyming stuff been called a realism poet. No axes to grind, chips on shoulders un-found, just like the fun of writing stuff down, safe in the sanctuary here Deep Underground.
the veil
to stand upon the earths flat edge
and step upon the comets tail
believe in success if you fail
the chrysalis of wannabe
the stars astrology for free
to break the veil of mystery
disbelieve predictability
life forces hidden alchemy
instincts follows Merlins shoes
now the age the grail to seek
the quest not to be left behind
the new age magik now to find
facilitate on your new page
the potion in the facebook look
profile photo took
to sail in life and not to fail ...
and step upon the comets tail
believe in success if you fail
the chrysalis of wannabe
the stars astrology for free
to break the veil of mystery
disbelieve predictability
life forces hidden alchemy
instincts follows Merlins shoes
now the age the grail to seek
the quest not to be left behind
the new age magik now to find
facilitate on your new page
the potion in the facebook look
profile photo took
to sail in life and not to fail ...
#mythology
593 reads
0 Comments
Moral compass
longing hard which way to go
to find wrong way, my to the deep
not nice girls that love to trust
but a mini skirted dirty slut
the girl next door with the flattish chest
but melons, nipples hard erect
black lace and fishnet tights
stimulate my appetite
a woman with all these hooks
moral compass swings to bad not good
its tendency to righteousness
to be good or leave Gods house
but the Devil whispers follow me
you need a wench with pneumatic hips
a swing to lost relationships
of deviancy so perverse
to find the...
to find wrong way, my to the deep
not nice girls that love to trust
but a mini skirted dirty slut
the girl next door with the flattish chest
but melons, nipples hard erect
black lace and fishnet tights
stimulate my appetite
a woman with all these hooks
moral compass swings to bad not good
its tendency to righteousness
to be good or leave Gods house
but the Devil whispers follow me
you need a wench with pneumatic hips
a swing to lost relationships
of deviancy so perverse
to find the...
#lust
604 reads
0 Comments
Stephen Hawking
The empty chair
no figure slouched
synthetic voice
from frozen mouth
a muscle moving in the cheek
the intellect that was so deep
the black hole of his disability
universes child now spirit free
no figure slouched
synthetic voice
from frozen mouth
a muscle moving in the cheek
the intellect that was so deep
the black hole of his disability
universes child now spirit free
#science
#astronomy
#memorial
798 reads
2 Comments
Time and Tonic
Lightning forked and the dark sky's depart
so mourning the treasure lost to your heart
eyes cast down and head so bowed
when their inspiration spired to the clouds
and their imprint was so embossed
when the shell that was left came to a stop
was their life written in invisible ink
or a rainbow captured that made you blink
was there and gone refracted so soon
memory's clemency like a medicine spoon
each day surround you in life's living room
so mourning the treasure lost to your heart
eyes cast down and head so bowed
when their inspiration spired to the clouds
and their imprint was so embossed
when the shell that was left came to a stop
was their life written in invisible ink
or a rainbow captured that made you blink
was there and gone refracted so soon
memory's clemency like a medicine spoon
each day surround you in life's living room
#grief
555 reads
0 Comments
ending begining
#erotic
939 reads
2 Comments
night out
a girly night in or a girly night out
to put on the warpaint or lounge round the house
to pUsh up your tits and wear a black thong
suspenders and stockings that will turn men on
the girls all murmured and were inclined to agree
its time we went out, this weekends free
time to doll up and try the white swan
but the Karoke is on down the black horse
the nails they were varnished to talons so sharp
best torn jeans that fit so skin tight
red lips so ruby mascara so black
got to look good or its daggers in back...
to put on the warpaint or lounge round the house
to pUsh up your tits and wear a black thong
suspenders and stockings that will turn men on
the girls all murmured and were inclined to agree
its time we went out, this weekends free
time to doll up and try the white swan
but the Karoke is on down the black horse
the nails they were varnished to talons so sharp
best torn jeans that fit so skin tight
red lips so ruby mascara so black
got to look good or its daggers in back...
#romantic
611 reads
0 Comments
did`nt see this coming
Premonitions a useful gift
you cant add it to your Xmas list
foretold it seems without a doubt
for whats round the corner comes about
you cant add it to your Xmas list
foretold it seems without a doubt
for whats round the corner comes about
#funny
505 reads
0 Comments
Bite the Bullet
The national guard in every school yard
fortress defense on the teachers conscience
a barbed wire fence on intelligence
the corruption of youths frail innocence
A national infanticide from which to hide
the safety catch broken a political token
a culture to spawn on that days dawn
the massacre of your daughters and sons
To stare down the barrel of eyes that are hollow
that are bleeding with hate
the leaden feet of the Senate
the gun lobby's two pennth
The associations debate to confuse and frustrate
they...
fortress defense on the teachers conscience
a barbed wire fence on intelligence
the corruption of youths frail innocence
A national infanticide from which to hide
the safety catch broken a political token
a culture to spawn on that days dawn
the massacre of your daughters and sons
To stare down the barrel of eyes that are hollow
that are bleeding with hate
the leaden feet of the Senate
the gun lobby's two pennth
The associations debate to confuse and frustrate
they...
#death
560 reads
0 Comments
Beast from the East
cold steel winter is the beast from the east
my bones rigamortis at morning rise
cold water wash now feel its frost
wind chill finds that uncovered crack
Siberia hold you in its grasp
with woolly hats from winters past
Duffle coats or cagoules with furry hoods
anything warm it feels so good
of bodies in the throws of fire possessed
or a frozen kiss from embalmed lips
the winter of relationship
my bones rigamortis at morning rise
cold water wash now feel its frost
wind chill finds that uncovered crack
Siberia hold you in its grasp
with woolly hats from winters past
Duffle coats or cagoules with furry hoods
anything warm it feels so good
of bodies in the throws of fire possessed
or a frozen kiss from embalmed lips
the winter of relationship
558 reads
0 Comments
The dominatrix
778 reads
0 Comments
First red rose
Sometime in the dark medieval past
when poetry was so steadfast
and penned a sheath of flowery words
a sonnet to enchant the birds
they spoke of love where ideals start
and portraits clasped in lockets grasp
a lock of hair for the chosen one
to give away on a spring day
to bring a blush each fair cheek
the dandy and the cuckold
they saw a chance to advance
to gain the hand of one so sweet
the first to bring a rose and not just pros
not to pay for lucky charms
lovers potions and amulets
a red rose...
when poetry was so steadfast
and penned a sheath of flowery words
a sonnet to enchant the birds
they spoke of love where ideals start
and portraits clasped in lockets grasp
a lock of hair for the chosen one
to give away on a spring day
to bring a blush each fair cheek
the dandy and the cuckold
they saw a chance to advance
to gain the hand of one so sweet
the first to bring a rose and not just pros
not to pay for lucky charms
lovers potions and amulets
a red rose...
#love
#rose
#ValentinesDay
611 reads
0 Comments
Uncharted seas
Are you my uncharted seas
to go where the wild wind takes the helm
a direction astrologers cant foretell
are you surprise with torrid sighs
to take me on a crest of truth and lies
an uncertain course on on the waves white horse
a fickle breeze, unsubtle perfume runs from me
to a pitch and toss a capsized sense of lost
shifting sands to send your life off beam
bones and skull, a flag to wave
within the heart of one that brave
a dragging anchor around my heart that beats
for its of that journey that I speak
the heave our passions...
to go where the wild wind takes the helm
a direction astrologers cant foretell
are you surprise with torrid sighs
to take me on a crest of truth and lies
an uncertain course on on the waves white horse
a fickle breeze, unsubtle perfume runs from me
to a pitch and toss a capsized sense of lost
shifting sands to send your life off beam
bones and skull, a flag to wave
within the heart of one that brave
a dragging anchor around my heart that beats
for its of that journey that I speak
the heave our passions...
522 reads
1 Comment
DU Poetry : Submissions by slipalong