Submissions by standingmyground
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
4th Jul 2017 2:19am
4th Jul 2017 2:19am
A Weary Road
I was a man-child in tha day
And I was just looking to play
Looking for ways to set me free
Searched over here and I searched there
Didn’t want to be anyone's square
Looking in gutters for the key
Walked into places on a dare
Got out on a wing and a prayer
I looked for me and then I'd flee
Fists clenched, I was on a flash point
Smiling ladies saved me sometimes
I traveled this land from sea to sea
But it is the here and the now
I'm who I am without kowtowing
The difference between now and then
It was in the swamp I...
And I was just looking to play
Looking for ways to set me free
Searched over here and I searched there
Didn’t want to be anyone's square
Looking in gutters for the key
Walked into places on a dare
Got out on a wing and a prayer
I looked for me and then I'd flee
Fists clenched, I was on a flash point
Smiling ladies saved me sometimes
I traveled this land from sea to sea
But it is the here and the now
I'm who I am without kowtowing
The difference between now and then
It was in the swamp I...
686 reads
6 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Jul 2017 10:08pm
3rd Jul 2017 10:08pm
Life's Sonnet #3
Everywhere I direct my gaze I see,
A wonderful painting of soft blue skies,
Puffy white clouds that look like her and me,
You're so lovely I wish I was your guy.
I wander on down to a babbling brook,
Should bait a hook, catch some fish, but I sigh,
Instead I decide to put up my hooks,
You said once fish can feel pain, they will cry.
I walk down the hustling and bustling street,
Looking in windows and seeing her face,
I look for you wherever, you're my treat,
So dear to me you are sweetness and lace.
Your image is fresh I...
A wonderful painting of soft blue skies,
Puffy white clouds that look like her and me,
You're so lovely I wish I was your guy.
I wander on down to a babbling brook,
Should bait a hook, catch some fish, but I sigh,
Instead I decide to put up my hooks,
You said once fish can feel pain, they will cry.
I walk down the hustling and bustling street,
Looking in windows and seeing her face,
I look for you wherever, you're my treat,
So dear to me you are sweetness and lace.
Your image is fresh I...
588 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
1st Jul 2017 7:35pm
1st Jul 2017 7:35pm
Beneath the Boardwalk
she sweet-talked him
he followed her
under the Boardwalk
near the sea
tide drifting out
clothes quickly shed
afterward . . .
enticement to spend the night
she's dangerously
insane
aww, but she has such moist green eyes
they melt whatever man they're fixated on
they're fixated on him now
moments before he is about to tell her
he's fresh out of love to allocate
she sucks into his intellect
and gives the sea a chance to
maneuver his thoughts
told him she knew
he'd dreamed of being her lover ...
he followed her
under the Boardwalk
near the sea
tide drifting out
clothes quickly shed
afterward . . .
enticement to spend the night
she's dangerously
insane
aww, but she has such moist green eyes
they melt whatever man they're fixated on
they're fixated on him now
moments before he is about to tell her
he's fresh out of love to allocate
she sucks into his intellect
and gives the sea a chance to
maneuver his thoughts
told him she knew
he'd dreamed of being her lover ...
674 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
30th Jun 2017 9:56pm
30th Jun 2017 9:56pm
Life's Sonnet #2
The fall season is always sad to me,
There is no joy found in the cooling wind,
Leaves falling to the ground give me no glee,
As I think about love's many seasons of Zen.
A tender love that blossoms in the spring,
It grows and it thrives in summertime sun.
Everything’s perfect for the queen and king,
But autumn can unearth love ne’r done.
And now all that's left is winter's cold chill,
To shatter and trash love's bough to the quick.
Leaving forlorn lovers to pay the bill,
And reassemble their love brick by brick.
Will...
There is no joy found in the cooling wind,
Leaves falling to the ground give me no glee,
As I think about love's many seasons of Zen.
A tender love that blossoms in the spring,
It grows and it thrives in summertime sun.
Everything’s perfect for the queen and king,
But autumn can unearth love ne’r done.
And now all that's left is winter's cold chill,
To shatter and trash love's bough to the quick.
Leaving forlorn lovers to pay the bill,
And reassemble their love brick by brick.
Will...
575 reads
7 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Jun 2017 1:43am
30th Jun 2017 1:43am
My Grave
Within a non-hallowed ground dig my grave,
Let the green grass go o’er it this I crave:
Atop a lively hill I sleep alone,
I await the far-western wind and moan,
My name is mortal, lived fast and so free;
I lay neath wild flowers, that is just me,
The wind can blow and caress o’er my bones,
A moss-laden tree o’er me like a throne,
And someone one comes at the stroke of midnight,
Asking where is that last poem I did write.
©April 7, 2017 / Jerry Pat Bolton
Let the green grass go o’er it this I crave:
Atop a lively hill I sleep alone,
I await the far-western wind and moan,
My name is mortal, lived fast and so free;
I lay neath wild flowers, that is just me,
The wind can blow and caress o’er my bones,
A moss-laden tree o’er me like a throne,
And someone one comes at the stroke of midnight,
Asking where is that last poem I did write.
©April 7, 2017 / Jerry Pat Bolton
563 reads
8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Jun 2017 11:58pm
28th Jun 2017 11:58pm
Life's Sonnet #1
My foresight and reality are one,
I cannot divide them in two, you see;
They help me as I look toward the sun,
Foresight, reality and I are three.
My heart tells me no, look back to the past,
I calm my heart with tenderness and care,
And say there is a future unsurpassed,
If we but reach for it, it will be there.
This inner struggle has cost us a lot,
The pursuit of the beyond scares us both,
Still, it's not too late a dream to be sought,
A paltry weed needs the sun for its growth.
We wake up and look for the morning light, ...
I cannot divide them in two, you see;
They help me as I look toward the sun,
Foresight, reality and I are three.
My heart tells me no, look back to the past,
I calm my heart with tenderness and care,
And say there is a future unsurpassed,
If we but reach for it, it will be there.
This inner struggle has cost us a lot,
The pursuit of the beyond scares us both,
Still, it's not too late a dream to be sought,
A paltry weed needs the sun for its growth.
We wake up and look for the morning light, ...
625 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Jun 2017 00:01am
28th Jun 2017 00:01am
A Rose by Any Other Name
What is a rose by any other name?
Would that the answer startle you?
The pink folds,
The spreading out,
As though awaiting pleasure sent.
Eventually closing around itself
It has served its purpose,
Given passion to those who claimed her,
Now it is the time to move on gracefully.
©June 4, 2011 / Jerry Pat Bolton
Would that the answer startle you?
The pink folds,
The spreading out,
As though awaiting pleasure sent.
Eventually closing around itself
It has served its purpose,
Given passion to those who claimed her,
Now it is the time to move on gracefully.
©June 4, 2011 / Jerry Pat Bolton
553 reads
10 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
27th Jun 2017 1:11am
27th Jun 2017 1:11am
Something Special
over a year ago
I was having difficulties
in my life
so much so that it was affecting me
big time
I was depressed
non-commutative
short tempered
dark, dark thoughts whirled
inside my head
one morning I drug myself
out of bed
expecting yet another
dismal day
I opened the door
intending to give Zoe a walk
when something caught my eye
lying on the ground in front of the door
were two small stones
one was yellow (the smaller one)
the other was multi-colored
I picked...
I was having difficulties
in my life
so much so that it was affecting me
big time
I was depressed
non-commutative
short tempered
dark, dark thoughts whirled
inside my head
one morning I drug myself
out of bed
expecting yet another
dismal day
I opened the door
intending to give Zoe a walk
when something caught my eye
lying on the ground in front of the door
were two small stones
one was yellow (the smaller one)
the other was multi-colored
I picked...
619 reads
8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Jun 2017 1:55am
26th Jun 2017 1:55am
Aunt Minnie and Uncle Tom
Aunt Minnie was a frail wisp of a woman
Uncle Tom was a giant of a man
Stetson hat, mean bastard
I’ve thought about Aunt Minnie
most of my life
wondering . . .
why no one in the family didn’t stop him
I was much too young
©June 25, 2017 / Jerry Pat Bolton
Uncle Tom was a giant of a man
Stetson hat, mean bastard
I’ve thought about Aunt Minnie
most of my life
wondering . . .
why no one in the family didn’t stop him
I was much too young
©June 25, 2017 / Jerry Pat Bolton
591 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Jun 2017 4:32pm
25th Jun 2017 4:32pm
Show Yours to Me, I'll Show Mine to You
Show yours to me and I'll show mine to you,
The days are long, my heart can't take more hurt,
I promise you, you'll never make me blue.
Don't even try it, you haven't a clue,
I know you think you're the best thing in skirts,
Show yours to me and I'll show mine to you.
With women like you I have paid my dues,
You don't need a heart when you're on the flirt,
I promise you, you'll never make me blue.
School of hard knocks taught me what not to do,
To you I'm just testosterone dessert,
Show yours to me and I'll show mine to...
The days are long, my heart can't take more hurt,
I promise you, you'll never make me blue.
Don't even try it, you haven't a clue,
I know you think you're the best thing in skirts,
Show yours to me and I'll show mine to you.
With women like you I have paid my dues,
You don't need a heart when you're on the flirt,
I promise you, you'll never make me blue.
School of hard knocks taught me what not to do,
To you I'm just testosterone dessert,
Show yours to me and I'll show mine to...
562 reads
9 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
23rd Jun 2017 8:52pm
23rd Jun 2017 8:52pm
My Lover and the Man in the Moon
The moon hangs blood-red tonight.
my lover and the old man in the moon
are deep in celestial meditation.
I am the only mortal
who can see and appreciate
the mystery; her enchanted ways.
I stand very, very still
listening to the moon and my lover’s serenade.
My uttermost fears are soothed forthwith
music unlike any I have ever beheld
speaks words to moi.
With such a voice of love you cannot imagine
celestial music
my lover speaks to me, I am with...
my lover and the old man in the moon
are deep in celestial meditation.
I am the only mortal
who can see and appreciate
the mystery; her enchanted ways.
I stand very, very still
listening to the moon and my lover’s serenade.
My uttermost fears are soothed forthwith
music unlike any I have ever beheld
speaks words to moi.
With such a voice of love you cannot imagine
celestial music
my lover speaks to me, I am with...
666 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
23rd Jun 2017 2:17am
23rd Jun 2017 2:17am
I Know of a Place - Villanelle
I know of a place down the road,
At the town's edge is where I go,
When I need to lighten my load.
Before my head starts to implode,
A long measured walk I take slow,
I know of a place down the road,
There are no secret, hidden codes,
But I guess it’s a riddle though,
When I need to lighten my load.
It is a place where no one goes,
My special place I feel a glow,
I know of a place down the road,
When I'm there I feel calmness flow,
Time slows down, my life it I owe,
When I need to lighten my load. ...
At the town's edge is where I go,
When I need to lighten my load.
Before my head starts to implode,
A long measured walk I take slow,
I know of a place down the road,
There are no secret, hidden codes,
But I guess it’s a riddle though,
When I need to lighten my load.
It is a place where no one goes,
My special place I feel a glow,
I know of a place down the road,
When I'm there I feel calmness flow,
Time slows down, my life it I owe,
When I need to lighten my load. ...
556 reads
4 Comments
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