Submissions by standingmyground
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
EROTIC POEM
Published
26th Mar 2016 4:30pm
26th Mar 2016 4:30pm
Turn On The Lights, Turn Down The Bed
1307 reads
11 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
24th Mar 2016 2:43pm
24th Mar 2016 2:43pm
And Now It's Done
As she looks at the calm sea,
The crescent moon staring down,
And drinks her wine for her fee.
She smiles and thinks of the three,
It's over now, it is done,
As she looks at the calm sea.
Maybe she'll slice up some brie,
A wisp of breeze gentles her,
And drinks her wine for her fee.
It's over, she has the key,
A mere towel around her waist,
As she looks at the calm sea,
Wine like blood of he and she
Killed them both in her own bed,
And drinks her wine for her fee.
Two rouge lovers she found out,
She...
The crescent moon staring down,
And drinks her wine for her fee.
She smiles and thinks of the three,
It's over now, it is done,
As she looks at the calm sea.
Maybe she'll slice up some brie,
A wisp of breeze gentles her,
And drinks her wine for her fee.
It's over, she has the key,
A mere towel around her waist,
As she looks at the calm sea,
Wine like blood of he and she
Killed them both in her own bed,
And drinks her wine for her fee.
Two rouge lovers she found out,
She...
711 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Mar 2016 00:50am
24th Mar 2016 00:50am
Tanks on Main Street
those who still had testicles
and some who searched
and found theirs
massed together
past squabbles forgotten
for the moment
liberal guy
right wing not shy
past sins of the other
forgiven for the greater good
a bigger threat lunges
menacing both
America is all but lost
diehard Islamist the killer
what did we do
I mean . . . who knew
creeping crud across our land
women haters one and all
at least those who do not wear veils
and those praying not to Allah
found a back door...
and some who searched
and found theirs
massed together
past squabbles forgotten
for the moment
liberal guy
right wing not shy
past sins of the other
forgiven for the greater good
a bigger threat lunges
menacing both
America is all but lost
diehard Islamist the killer
what did we do
I mean . . . who knew
creeping crud across our land
women haters one and all
at least those who do not wear veils
and those praying not to Allah
found a back door...
629 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2016 8:45pm
22nd Mar 2016 8:45pm
A Life
Sometimes I sit and wonder why
I can't sprout wings and start to fly
Above the clouds so very high
And then I'd be willing to die
There are times when I cast my lot
Against the things I have been taught
And tie myself into a knot
Looking from within what I've wrought
I've lived, I've loved, I've had the best
In many ways I have been blessed
Still I must get things off my chest
About my life, my zeal and zest
No matter how hard I did seek
The world always looked dark and bleak
And though I tried to look so...
I can't sprout wings and start to fly
Above the clouds so very high
And then I'd be willing to die
There are times when I cast my lot
Against the things I have been taught
And tie myself into a knot
Looking from within what I've wrought
I've lived, I've loved, I've had the best
In many ways I have been blessed
Still I must get things off my chest
About my life, my zeal and zest
No matter how hard I did seek
The world always looked dark and bleak
And though I tried to look so...
598 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
21st Mar 2016 1:32am
21st Mar 2016 1:32am
Bayou Lafourche
it has been here for so many years
food harvested from its waters
by the first Cajuns long, long ago
pirates (Jean Lafitte) and other cruised
its waters
seeking better routes to the
Gulf of Mexico
for plunder
gold and silver fine women at their call
as I sit on its bank very still
I swear I can hear the pirates as they
glide on by
but of course that is all in my mind
or is it?
but if I close my eyes
and I lay very still on the bayou’s bank
the hullabaloo within
the pirate ship surrounds my thoughts
and...
food harvested from its waters
by the first Cajuns long, long ago
pirates (Jean Lafitte) and other cruised
its waters
seeking better routes to the
Gulf of Mexico
for plunder
gold and silver fine women at their call
as I sit on its bank very still
I swear I can hear the pirates as they
glide on by
but of course that is all in my mind
or is it?
but if I close my eyes
and I lay very still on the bayou’s bank
the hullabaloo within
the pirate ship surrounds my thoughts
and...
551 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
20th Mar 2016 3:49pm
20th Mar 2016 3:49pm
The Pull of Tomorrow
I stood alone
staring upward into the
blackness of night
and the millions
of stars looking down at me
I felt a wrench within my soul
calling attention
to the absolute fact that I was dead
dead, yes, but seeing my future
and hers
reincarnation isn't just a
fanciful figure of my imagination
no . . .
as I remained standing there
I felt a severe tug
within me
it told me I was being reborn
I saw her face
she was waiting for me
staring upward into the
blackness of night
and the millions
of stars looking down at me
I felt a wrench within my soul
calling attention
to the absolute fact that I was dead
dead, yes, but seeing my future
and hers
reincarnation isn't just a
fanciful figure of my imagination
no . . .
as I remained standing there
I felt a severe tug
within me
it told me I was being reborn
I saw her face
she was waiting for me
684 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Mar 2016 1:17pm
20th Mar 2016 1:17pm
Thoughts Inside
Brushstrokes on canvass
Maddening thoughts from Vincent
For love lost an ear
Maddening thoughts from Vincent
For love lost an ear
553 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Mar 2016 4:10pm
19th Mar 2016 4:10pm
At The Summit of the Mountain
that old mountain always seems
high
much too high to climb
specially with your eyes downcast
like a mutt
caught soiling the carpet
naw
you gotta be like a little gamecock
preeing your feather
scratching the dirt before the fight
if you're cowed
a tiny gnat can knock you on your ass
that mountain
shit
ain't nothing
but something in the damn way
climb the fucker
get up there and look around
bitch-slap the bastard
don't snivel
or whine
pick up the biggest rock you...
high
much too high to climb
specially with your eyes downcast
like a mutt
caught soiling the carpet
naw
you gotta be like a little gamecock
preeing your feather
scratching the dirt before the fight
if you're cowed
a tiny gnat can knock you on your ass
that mountain
shit
ain't nothing
but something in the damn way
climb the fucker
get up there and look around
bitch-slap the bastard
don't snivel
or whine
pick up the biggest rock you...
591 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Mar 2016 3:41pm
18th Mar 2016 3:41pm
Picking Daisies
she loves me
she doesn’t give a fig
she loves me
especially when she thaws
she likes to pick daisies
repeating well-known phrases
until one day she stopped
looked at me and said
who are you and why are you between my thighs
took me about fifteen more minutes
before I could answer her
by then she had forgotten what she’d asked
she doesn’t give a fig
she loves me
especially when she thaws
she likes to pick daisies
repeating well-known phrases
until one day she stopped
looked at me and said
who are you and why are you between my thighs
took me about fifteen more minutes
before I could answer her
by then she had forgotten what she’d asked
652 reads
2 Comments
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