Submissions by troutmaskreplica
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
peter hall trout mask replica
EROTIC POEM
Published
10th Nov 2015 6:45pm
10th Nov 2015 6:45pm
Milf
I boned a Milf
got VD
that's when my mind went on a spree
got VD
that's when my mind went on a spree
648 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Jun 2013 5:33pm
30th Jun 2013 5:33pm
I am drowning mummy
I am fucking drowned dead mummy
like that piece of rotten driftwood
bobbing far out at sea
Driftwood mummy
throw me some pills
anything will do
it's fuck all to do
with you mummy dear
never fear
I am
dead
like that piece of rotten driftwood
bobbing far out at sea
Driftwood mummy
throw me some pills
anything will do
it's fuck all to do
with you mummy dear
never fear
I am
dead
705 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
30th Jun 2013 5:26pm
30th Jun 2013 5:26pm
Ice on my pillow
Woke up
it was ice cold
honey has not loved me in a thousand years
it is a fucking igloo
in this room
it is December everyday
I am a boy
1963 summer
not yet interested in girls
boys own stuff rules not stiff cocks
that will come later
for now love the pure sweet looking boy
And then the wanks came
delicious on my Virginia bed
and I hungered
oh how I hungered
for a woman to take me
stroke me
tell me she understood
yet none came
and I was abandoned with dreams
for not speaking my mind
How...
it was ice cold
honey has not loved me in a thousand years
it is a fucking igloo
in this room
it is December everyday
I am a boy
1963 summer
not yet interested in girls
boys own stuff rules not stiff cocks
that will come later
for now love the pure sweet looking boy
And then the wanks came
delicious on my Virginia bed
and I hungered
oh how I hungered
for a woman to take me
stroke me
tell me she understood
yet none came
and I was abandoned with dreams
for not speaking my mind
How...
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2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
28th Jun 2013 2:25pm
28th Jun 2013 2:25pm
Moscow or anywhere
I fucked you in Moscow
Aeroflot hotel
Moscow 1968
the world could wait
with its Cold War
and cold uneasy freeze
meeting in hotel lobbies
coldness as frozen comrades
stuck in the same old fucking rhethoric
but the love was good
and your babushka heart was thawed and unfrozen
And all was sweet love and hope
Aeroflot hotel
Moscow 1968
the world could wait
with its Cold War
and cold uneasy freeze
meeting in hotel lobbies
coldness as frozen comrades
stuck in the same old fucking rhethoric
but the love was good
and your babushka heart was thawed and unfrozen
And all was sweet love and hope
740 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Jun 2013 12:54pm
26th Jun 2013 12:54pm
tea
you made the tea
brought it to me on moonlit verhandah
my arthritic hands
could barely lift the cup
the way you held china to my lips
sweet smell of jasmine
and blossom
when i could see i took it for granted
now i am no longer the self centered smug bastard from years ago
i know you as a true friend
who comforts me in sin
my nun
sweet angel
brought it to me on moonlit verhandah
my arthritic hands
could barely lift the cup
the way you held china to my lips
sweet smell of jasmine
and blossom
when i could see i took it for granted
now i am no longer the self centered smug bastard from years ago
i know you as a true friend
who comforts me in sin
my nun
sweet angel
932 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Jun 2013 1:44pm
25th Jun 2013 1:44pm
Rosea all is utopian
Kind of like a tinpot storm
black cracked pepper sky
rooster and crows
twirling
In
wind
All is utopia
man shall love man
words are a sham
two goddesses
Moura windy rainy
Rosea await in the wings
All loves in a ditch
the morning sunrise springs a surprise
for her
who lies on a bed of roses
each dewy morning
self portrait
for hermit
Maybe she is amazed
for time is money
and money's tight
sensitive man
where's
your
day
black cracked pepper sky
rooster and crows
twirling
In
wind
All is utopia
man shall love man
words are a sham
two goddesses
Moura windy rainy
Rosea await in the wings
All loves in a ditch
the morning sunrise springs a surprise
for her
who lies on a bed of roses
each dewy morning
self portrait
for hermit
Maybe she is amazed
for time is money
and money's tight
sensitive man
where's
your
day
705 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
18th Jun 2013 2:23pm
18th Jun 2013 2:23pm
poppies on wallpaper
Poppies on the wallpaper
of bedroom
where they made love
a thousand secret fragrances discovered
as he thrust inside her
he called her name
she cried sounds of joy
And now they are spent
they are one
in that given moment
forever
breathless
catching breath
for it may never happen again
of bedroom
where they made love
a thousand secret fragrances discovered
as he thrust inside her
he called her name
she cried sounds of joy
And now they are spent
they are one
in that given moment
forever
breathless
catching breath
for it may never happen again
664 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Jun 2013 4:36pm
17th Jun 2013 4:36pm
How it is
Bootsie and Snudge
were never a drudge
ATV
1963
Egypt has the free vote
now the sun shines down on Tutankahmoon
now you can hang your washing
on clothes line
of pyramids of beauty
Cairo
is
another
Birmingham
were never a drudge
ATV
1963
Egypt has the free vote
now the sun shines down on Tutankahmoon
now you can hang your washing
on clothes line
of pyramids of beauty
Cairo
is
another
Birmingham
731 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Jun 2013 4:30pm
17th Jun 2013 4:30pm
Love nation
I am the crown of creation
and you are my half baked relation
we are currently splitting the atom
on this rainy morning
we have come alive
in our honey hive
1955
And it ain't been invented yet
because we have never met
gentleman in tuxedo
loves girl with silver shoes
it all seems stale news
Hucleberry Finn
he not in
always nuclear underdog
and you are my half baked relation
we are currently splitting the atom
on this rainy morning
we have come alive
in our honey hive
1955
And it ain't been invented yet
because we have never met
gentleman in tuxedo
loves girl with silver shoes
it all seems stale news
Hucleberry Finn
he not in
always nuclear underdog
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2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Jun 2013 5:20pm
16th Jun 2013 5:20pm
Dick Dastardlys car
I loved wacky races
Dick and Mutleys paces
they put themselves thru the wringer
with the ant hill mob
flirted with Penelope Pitstop
as they changed her tyres
and rode on
to Hannaha Barbara land
Dick and Mutleys paces
they put themselves thru the wringer
with the ant hill mob
flirted with Penelope Pitstop
as they changed her tyres
and rode on
to Hannaha Barbara land
767 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
16th Jun 2013 5:11pm
16th Jun 2013 5:11pm
Literature and the world
Vermillion blue sky's
traffic free streets
limited time only
luxury soft fog
reminds me of cotton wool
Float above
like a theatre backdrop
and the long day wanes
in to obscurity and waste
Balliffs do their work
libraries close on Sunday
sullen in the dying sun
books need a rest
their shelves creak in their silence
traffic free streets
limited time only
luxury soft fog
reminds me of cotton wool
Float above
like a theatre backdrop
and the long day wanes
in to obscurity and waste
Balliffs do their work
libraries close on Sunday
sullen in the dying sun
books need a rest
their shelves creak in their silence
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