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.
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Feb 2018 8:36pm
6th Feb 2018 8:36pm
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
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LOVE POEM
Published
5th Feb 2018 9:06pm
5th Feb 2018 9:06pm
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...
553 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Feb 2018 1:14pm
4th Feb 2018 1:14pm
Comeback
Our time together now must (stop)
the public property of one and (all)
celebrity courted relentlessly,(the)
time cant now reverse the (clocks)
and take away that deep (cut)
that said you might as well fuck-(off)
so reinvent yourself again, (the)
agent shouted down the (telephone)
the public property of one and (all)
celebrity courted relentlessly,(the)
time cant now reverse the (clocks)
and take away that deep (cut)
that said you might as well fuck-(off)
so reinvent yourself again, (the)
agent shouted down the (telephone)
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EROTIC POEM
Published
2nd Feb 2018 6:55pm
2nd Feb 2018 6:55pm
Yellow sticker
Tap the screen for easy meat
double click if your on heat
Pandora's box of Tinder`s treats
debauchery so sweet
the App on your soul open
smouldering with heat
searching for a first date
ready to cooperate
an easy lay the desperate
love or lust is the debate
as you get your end away
your priorities are quite grey
like false teeth that don't quite fit
a meal you cant enjoy a bit
the yellow stickers on her nickers
yourself on the isle of special offers
a dating App to recommend
dipping...
double click if your on heat
Pandora's box of Tinder`s treats
debauchery so sweet
the App on your soul open
smouldering with heat
searching for a first date
ready to cooperate
an easy lay the desperate
love or lust is the debate
as you get your end away
your priorities are quite grey
like false teeth that don't quite fit
a meal you cant enjoy a bit
the yellow stickers on her nickers
yourself on the isle of special offers
a dating App to recommend
dipping...
#lust
#sex
#friendship
#dating
#temptation
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Jan 2018 7:46pm
30th Jan 2018 7:46pm
Leggings or black tights
ladies fashion moves along
the mini skirt now dead and gone
its memory still kept alive
worn with leggings and black tights
the assortment of misshapen legs
the denier increased as the cold bites
stockings worn with 5 inch heels
the OSCAR carpet red reveals
practicality to cover blemishes
not panto handsome princes, lanky pegs
a catwalks model aggressive stride
look at me no place to hide
summer on the other hand
will skin return with sprayed fake tan
the hidden shown a glimpse of light ...
the mini skirt now dead and gone
its memory still kept alive
worn with leggings and black tights
the assortment of misshapen legs
the denier increased as the cold bites
stockings worn with 5 inch heels
the OSCAR carpet red reveals
practicality to cover blemishes
not panto handsome princes, lanky pegs
a catwalks model aggressive stride
look at me no place to hide
summer on the other hand
will skin return with sprayed fake tan
the hidden shown a glimpse of light ...
#women
#memories
#PopCulture
#admiration
#nostalgia
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Jan 2018 6:43pm
30th Jan 2018 6:43pm
AGE
God gave-time engraved
#MovingOn
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Jan 2018 4:51pm
28th Jan 2018 4:51pm
Boobs
Now then boys where do we look
when a chic walks down the street
we like to see a well filled cup
all silicone, well I'm not that fussed
a breast exposed to suckling lips
of A's and B's to double D's
as long as their in front of me
bouncing Bay Watch captivates the hordes
Dolly Parton I'm lost for words
Id give any chance to be among that mammary
a birthday teat proffered any day of the week
flaunted now so sumptuously
politically correct, maybe ?
women use them shamelessly
when a chic walks down the street
we like to see a well filled cup
all silicone, well I'm not that fussed
a breast exposed to suckling lips
of A's and B's to double D's
as long as their in front of me
bouncing Bay Watch captivates the hordes
Dolly Parton I'm lost for words
Id give any chance to be among that mammary
a birthday teat proffered any day of the week
flaunted now so sumptuously
politically correct, maybe ?
women use them shamelessly
#lust
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EROTIC POEM
Published
27th Jan 2018 12:15pm
27th Jan 2018 12:15pm
Lineage
Your underwear hangs on the line
the briefs the thongs that elastic stretch
cover up your silken purse
not lost now that warmth and that mystery feel
the routine of hygiene the rules apply
for what was soiled now washed and dry
the pleasant outline of your camels toe crotch
to admire its invite
magnetism draws me to that irresistible gulch
that entrance was framed in her pheromones musk
that advert unspoken of duality's clutch
mid cycle near, the line on the graph
the egg that falls, tests the strength of your balls
that...
the briefs the thongs that elastic stretch
cover up your silken purse
not lost now that warmth and that mystery feel
the routine of hygiene the rules apply
for what was soiled now washed and dry
the pleasant outline of your camels toe crotch
to admire its invite
magnetism draws me to that irresistible gulch
that entrance was framed in her pheromones musk
that advert unspoken of duality's clutch
mid cycle near, the line on the graph
the egg that falls, tests the strength of your balls
that...
#lust
#erotic
#sensual
#temptation
#passion
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LOVE POEM
Published
25th Jan 2018 7:08pm
25th Jan 2018 7:08pm
The Cutting Moon
The cutting moon rose pale and yellow
it brought a look towards the west
the sharp edge of its crescent
laying down as if in rest
the witches fly in the evening gloom
and cast a spell on the cutting moon
the cost, a hair from his lovers head
and the caldron boiled in the flames so red
a fickle heart that cannot decide
and bringing amour to a roving eye
to let the light shine through the mist
the edge of passions catalyst
take its strands that fall to earth
weave a spell with a cackled laugh ...
it brought a look towards the west
the sharp edge of its crescent
laying down as if in rest
the witches fly in the evening gloom
and cast a spell on the cutting moon
the cost, a hair from his lovers head
and the caldron boiled in the flames so red
a fickle heart that cannot decide
and bringing amour to a roving eye
to let the light shine through the mist
the edge of passions catalyst
take its strands that fall to earth
weave a spell with a cackled laugh ...
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry #StreamOfConsciousness
#WritingPoetry #StreamOfConsciousness
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Jan 2018 4:23pm
25th Jan 2018 4:23pm
Grief
Lost friend or lover the companionship a pet can give. A dear departed relative
Grief
The grief that sketches your world all grey
the nagging loss that reappeared
the cloud that floats into your day
for you It has no resting place
an ache within your hearts frail walls
for no good reason
you will cry and you will caterwaul
a handkerchief to wave goodby
forever memories will have their say
dimensions never far ever near
a sepia of sadness fading
year by year and...
Grief
The grief that sketches your world all grey
the nagging loss that reappeared
the cloud that floats into your day
for you It has no resting place
an ache within your hearts frail walls
for no good reason
you will cry and you will caterwaul
a handkerchief to wave goodby
forever memories will have their say
dimensions never far ever near
a sepia of sadness fading
year by year and...
#PopCulture
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