Submissions by standingmyground
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
12th Sep 2017 6:11pm
12th Sep 2017 6:11pm
Back in tha Day
I always wanted you fresh from a bath,
There was just something about you,
still warm from the bath,
smelling so . . . you!
You were sweet,
gave me that wonderful smile
that meant everything.
At night we'd lie in bed,
talk, whisper really,
about nothing,
just hearing each others voice.
Sometimes that was enough.
Not often, but sometimes.
We were a randy twosome,
liked to take chances
in public.
Silly, and we knew it, but still . . .
Los Angeles during the late sixties,
marched to the beat ...
There was just something about you,
still warm from the bath,
smelling so . . . you!
You were sweet,
gave me that wonderful smile
that meant everything.
At night we'd lie in bed,
talk, whisper really,
about nothing,
just hearing each others voice.
Sometimes that was enough.
Not often, but sometimes.
We were a randy twosome,
liked to take chances
in public.
Silly, and we knew it, but still . . .
Los Angeles during the late sixties,
marched to the beat ...
#memories
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SELF POEM
Published
10th Aug 2017 2:09pm
10th Aug 2017 2:09pm
And in Conclusion of my Life
And in Conclusion of My Life
growing old
from the standpoint of moi
means what
exactly
I've lived life on the tilt
daring myself . . . to
step across the line
breathe uncontaminated air
not the staleness
of status quo
air which was mine alone
to consume
danced on the edge
sometimes falling off
with a laugh
getting back up
strutting on down the boulevard
snapping fingers
cool, yes indeed, way too cool
visited various beds
never took any of them
all that...
growing old
from the standpoint of moi
means what
exactly
I've lived life on the tilt
daring myself . . . to
step across the line
breathe uncontaminated air
not the staleness
of status quo
air which was mine alone
to consume
danced on the edge
sometimes falling off
with a laugh
getting back up
strutting on down the boulevard
snapping fingers
cool, yes indeed, way too cool
visited various beds
never took any of them
all that...
#forgiveness
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DARK POEM
Published
9th Aug 2017 1:38am
9th Aug 2017 1:38am
Adam's Son
A chip off the old block I am,
No regard for propriety.
Society's rules I condemn,
I n'er get up until p.m.
One thing on my mind, that is thee.
As with the rest of Adam's kin,
I am easily led by Eve.
Some say my heart is made of tin,
I merely nod at them and grin.
I wear my lust upon my sleeve.
Man, who has sprung from Adam's seed,
Builders of nations; weakness for her.
For her embrace on knees we plead,
We have such a licentious need.
She is love's grand entrepreneur.
©August...
No regard for propriety.
Society's rules I condemn,
I n'er get up until p.m.
One thing on my mind, that is thee.
As with the rest of Adam's kin,
I am easily led by Eve.
Some say my heart is made of tin,
I merely nod at them and grin.
I wear my lust upon my sleeve.
Man, who has sprung from Adam's seed,
Builders of nations; weakness for her.
For her embrace on knees we plead,
We have such a licentious need.
She is love's grand entrepreneur.
©August...
#dark
#religion
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Aug 2017 7:03pm
8th Aug 2017 7:03pm
A Woman I wished I'd known
it was said
she liked a man with fire and zest
down below . . .
and where his face should be
she had the perfect nest
©June 2, 2017 / Jerry Pat Bolton
she liked a man with fire and zest
down below . . .
and where his face should be
she had the perfect nest
©June 2, 2017 / Jerry Pat Bolton
#crush
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Aug 2017 7:43pm
7th Aug 2017 7:43pm
Alma
I wish I had a picture of Alma, but unfortunately I do not.
Alma and I were in the same class during our high school years.
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the mothers sized Alma up
as a girl who would entice their sons
into groping backseat maneuvers
the mothers looked at her
as if she was wearing
a sullied negligee smelling gamy
and sporting a hickey both sides of her neck
Alma could never charm the mothers
but the fathers ogled her
she was what the mothers ...
Alma and I were in the same class during our high school years.
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the mothers sized Alma up
as a girl who would entice their sons
into groping backseat maneuvers
the mothers looked at her
as if she was wearing
a sullied negligee smelling gamy
and sporting a hickey both sides of her neck
Alma could never charm the mothers
but the fathers ogled her
she was what the mothers ...
#city
#LifeAsAWriter
#memories
#LifeChangingMoment
#memorial
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LOVE POEM
Published
6th Aug 2017 4:53pm
6th Aug 2017 4:53pm
A Bayou Love Song
I ran to her
within my wanderlust
to the rhythm
of her own down and dirty
dreams are forever
sanctified with my holy hearts’ beat
I sought the vision of her intuitive acuity
looking into my inner
never shuttered heart’s skylight
allowing the light
to once and for all
break through so totally
my mouth slightly open
she surrendered completely
fused with my essences’ forever hug
now it was radiance
merging with joie de vivre
hearts overflowing
for once the world stood...
within my wanderlust
to the rhythm
of her own down and dirty
dreams are forever
sanctified with my holy hearts’ beat
I sought the vision of her intuitive acuity
looking into my inner
never shuttered heart’s skylight
allowing the light
to once and for all
break through so totally
my mouth slightly open
she surrendered completely
fused with my essences’ forever hug
now it was radiance
merging with joie de vivre
hearts overflowing
for once the world stood...
#lyrics
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SELF POEM
Published
5th Aug 2017 3:33am
5th Aug 2017 3:33am
Simple Mindedness
the ones who voted to put the man in the White House
are given the label simple minded
personally I wear that label
with pride
for goodness sake
rather be simple minded
than just one more lackey for
Hillary Rodham Clinton
I am not about to go into all the reasons
that Trump made sense to me
rather than the Clinton team
America wanted change
from corrupt politicians and we got it
after the election
after the swearing in
and the days after
the president was surprised
at the viciousness
of the attacks...
are given the label simple minded
personally I wear that label
with pride
for goodness sake
rather be simple minded
than just one more lackey for
Hillary Rodham Clinton
I am not about to go into all the reasons
that Trump made sense to me
rather than the Clinton team
America wanted change
from corrupt politicians and we got it
after the election
after the swearing in
and the days after
the president was surprised
at the viciousness
of the attacks...
#corruption
#politics
#America
#frustration
#SelfWorth
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DARK POEM
Published
4th Aug 2017 3:38pm
4th Aug 2017 3:38pm
In the Hall Hands on the Door
Can't sit here like a cornered rat,
I must confront the blood and gore.
It matters not they have a bat,
In the hall hands are on the door.
I flung the door open so mad,
I stumbled for them with a roar.
Oh my goodness it's mom and dad
In the hall their hands on the door.
You might say they have had a few
They just left the Tavern Blue
©August 1, 2017/ Jerry Pat Bolton
I must confront the blood and gore.
It matters not they have a bat,
In the hall hands are on the door.
I flung the door open so mad,
I stumbled for them with a roar.
Oh my goodness it's mom and dad
In the hall their hands on the door.
You might say they have had a few
They just left the Tavern Blue
©August 1, 2017/ Jerry Pat Bolton
#confusion
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DARK POEM
Published
3rd Aug 2017 11:25pm
3rd Aug 2017 11:25pm
In the Hall Two People did Laugh
I looked around expecting fire,
Saw none and wasn't scared by half;
Expected a funeral pyre,
In the hall two people did laugh.
A man and woman I could tell,
She sounded like a newborn calf;
He muttered a name, said, do tell,
In the hall two people did laugh.
©March 15, 2017 / Jerry Pat Bolton
Saw none and wasn't scared by half;
Expected a funeral pyre,
In the hall two people did laugh.
A man and woman I could tell,
She sounded like a newborn calf;
He muttered a name, said, do tell,
In the hall two people did laugh.
©March 15, 2017 / Jerry Pat Bolton
#relationships
#humankind
#LifeCycle #metaphor
#LifeCycle #metaphor
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DARK POEM
Published
2nd Aug 2017 2:29pm
2nd Aug 2017 2:29pm
In the Hall There's Somebody Bad
Huddled in the corner, lights out,
I shiver and shake, I'm half clad
I'm so scared I can't even shout,
In the hall there's somebody bad.
I'm scrunched in the corner, afraid,
Oh, I'm sure that I will go mad;
I feel like I have been betrayed,
In the hall there's somebody bad.
©March 13, 2017 / Jerry Pat Bolton
I shiver and shake, I'm half clad
I'm so scared I can't even shout,
In the hall there's somebody bad.
I'm scrunched in the corner, afraid,
Oh, I'm sure that I will go mad;
I feel like I have been betrayed,
In the hall there's somebody bad.
©March 13, 2017 / Jerry Pat Bolton
#dark
#shadows
#metaphor
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DARK POEM
Published
1st Aug 2017 2:59pm
1st Aug 2017 2:59pm
In the Hall Someone Struck a Match
The rain has stopped and all is calm,
I listened and heard not a scratch;
Still I started saying my psalms,
In the hall someone struck a match.
I sat straight up and sniffed aloud,
This old place will burn up like thatch;
I smelled cigarette smoke and cowed,
In the hall someone struck a match.
©August 1, 2017 / Jerry Pat Bolton
I listened and heard not a scratch;
Still I started saying my psalms,
In the hall someone struck a match.
I sat straight up and sniffed aloud,
This old place will burn up like thatch;
I smelled cigarette smoke and cowed,
In the hall someone struck a match.
©August 1, 2017 / Jerry Pat Bolton
#dark
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DARK POEM
Published
31st Jul 2017 6:53pm
31st Jul 2017 6:53pm
In the Hall Somebody Stood
I locked the door, hearing its click,
Inside The Hovel I felt good;
Picked up the phone to call a chick,
But in the hall somebody stood.
I shook off the effect of fear,
And I called the girl like I should;
To calm my nerves I had a beer,
Still . . . in the hall somebody stood.
©July 31, 2017 / Jerry Pat Bolton
Inside The Hovel I felt good;
Picked up the phone to call a chick,
But in the hall somebody stood.
I shook off the effect of fear,
And I called the girl like I should;
To calm my nerves I had a beer,
Still . . . in the hall somebody stood.
©July 31, 2017 / Jerry Pat Bolton
#anxiety
#loneliness
#scary #ghosts
#scary #ghosts
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