Submissions by wallyroo92
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction Inspired by life, literature, love and music, this is a quick look into my soul.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
Today 8:35am
Today 8:35am
Practice This
When you practice moral soundness,
With the utmost genuineness and sincerity,
You will build something within yourself,
You will have a strong foundation of integrity.
When you’re compassionate toward others,
And behave with greatest of civility,
You will develop something within yourself,
You will be known for your humility.
When you’re there to help your fellow man,
With true trustworthiness and credibility,
You will experience growth within as a person,
You will be recognized for your reliability.
When you know...
With the utmost genuineness and sincerity,
You will build something within yourself,
You will have a strong foundation of integrity.
When you’re compassionate toward others,
And behave with greatest of civility,
You will develop something within yourself,
You will be known for your humility.
When you’re there to help your fellow man,
With true trustworthiness and credibility,
You will experience growth within as a person,
You will be recognized for your reliability.
When you know...
#kindness
#admiration
#respect
7 reads
0 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
Yesterday 1:50pm
Yesterday 1:50pm
In Lust We Trust
In lust we trust to be our first transgression,
To love it and covet in everything we see,
And thus we must not give into temptation,
Even if the urges surges strongly in fantasy.
There’s a dire hunger in the fire which burns,
Deep in the heart that’s so hard to control,
Lingering and simmering it constantly yearns,
Entrenched in the darkest corner of the soul.
We dare say the internal desire there preys,
Taunting and haunting like a torrid obsession,
Plaguing the mind with scenarios designed,
To give into the beautiful lurid...
To love it and covet in everything we see,
And thus we must not give into temptation,
Even if the urges surges strongly in fantasy.
There’s a dire hunger in the fire which burns,
Deep in the heart that’s so hard to control,
Lingering and simmering it constantly yearns,
Entrenched in the darkest corner of the soul.
We dare say the internal desire there preys,
Taunting and haunting like a torrid obsession,
Plaguing the mind with scenarios designed,
To give into the beautiful lurid...
#lust
#erotic
#spiritual
67 reads
2 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
25th Jun 2019 3:12pm
25th Jun 2019 3:12pm
The Mystery of Brownie the Magical Poo
#funny
#mystery
27 reads
6 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
24th Jun 2019 3:01pm
24th Jun 2019 3:01pm
The Reply Button
As I get older I feel I’ve become a little more senile,
And while I’m respectful of other people’s views,
I can’t commiserate with cantankerous cunts
Continually calling themselves Christians
Asking me to put myself in others’ shoes.
I was raised conservatively but now I’m a liberal,
I can also be an asshole so I can spot bullshit a mile away,
I was taught not to be rude but I keep wanting to,
Lord knows I try so I say to myself, I’ll reply another day.
Then I see the crap conservative rights post...
And while I’m respectful of other people’s views,
I can’t commiserate with cantankerous cunts
Continually calling themselves Christians
Asking me to put myself in others’ shoes.
I was raised conservatively but now I’m a liberal,
I can also be an asshole so I can spot bullshit a mile away,
I was taught not to be rude but I keep wanting to,
Lord knows I try so I say to myself, I’ll reply another day.
Then I see the crap conservative rights post...
#anger
#dreams
#TruthOfLife
#sleep
#frustration
39 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
23rd Jun 2019 8:28am
23rd Jun 2019 8:28am
As Pure As Sure As Azure Blue
The ink in my veins like a trip of the brain runs as pure as azure blue,
The blood from my pen flows dense like my Zen and as sure as I do.
Like smoke I just blew the mirror will skew when visions become impaired,
There I’ll stake claim and name the blue flame for the love I have declared.
By my own admission I’m not a magician, I’m just a lover of the word,
But blue is the color that’s hot under my collar that totally gets me stirred.
It’s the shade that describes and gives out the vibes and puts me in the mood,
I fancy the soft hue like feelings...
The blood from my pen flows dense like my Zen and as sure as I do.
Like smoke I just blew the mirror will skew when visions become impaired,
There I’ll stake claim and name the blue flame for the love I have declared.
By my own admission I’m not a magician, I’m just a lover of the word,
But blue is the color that’s hot under my collar that totally gets me stirred.
It’s the shade that describes and gives out the vibes and puts me in the mood,
I fancy the soft hue like feelings...
#sky
#rhyming
#WritingPoetry
44 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2019 9:47am
22nd Jun 2019 9:47am
By The Sea
It’s been so long since he went off to war
And still her heart belongs to him
Hoping against hope she still longs
For his return even when it all seems dim
So she lays there down by the wet sand
To the gods she prays and she begs
Yearning for him, for his embrace
As the waves crash between her legs
The upsurge caresses the sun-kissed skin
As the sun begins to set in the distance
The surf soothes her soul for a moment there
Wondrous of her love that is so persistent
But she loses all reason in the sea-spray ...
And still her heart belongs to him
Hoping against hope she still longs
For his return even when it all seems dim
So she lays there down by the wet sand
To the gods she prays and she begs
Yearning for him, for his embrace
As the waves crash between her legs
The upsurge caresses the sun-kissed skin
As the sun begins to set in the distance
The surf soothes her soul for a moment there
Wondrous of her love that is so persistent
But she loses all reason in the sea-spray ...
#love
#lust
#strength
#hope
#separation
69 reads
7 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
21st Jun 2019 11:03am
21st Jun 2019 11:03am
Nostalgic Echoes
Stuck in a time paradox, a tunnel, a box,
As “the wheels on the bus go round and round…”
Me: Wally, please pick up your toys, I don’t want to repeat myself.
2007 Wally: What?
Me: I said I don’t want to repeat myself…
2016 Wally: …BUT YOU LEFT US!
Me: I didn’t leave you, I’m here! When you’re older you’ll understand…
(Me struggling to take a picture of a one, a two and a four year old)
2005 Wally: Cheese poppa, cheeeese. (Camera click) Let me see!
Me: I’m sorry I haven’t been there like I should
2013 Wally: That’s ok...
As “the wheels on the bus go round and round…”
Me: Wally, please pick up your toys, I don’t want to repeat myself.
2007 Wally: What?
Me: I said I don’t want to repeat myself…
2016 Wally: …BUT YOU LEFT US!
Me: I didn’t leave you, I’m here! When you’re older you’ll understand…
(Me struggling to take a picture of a one, a two and a four year old)
2005 Wally: Cheese poppa, cheeeese. (Camera click) Let me see!
Me: I’m sorry I haven’t been there like I should
2013 Wally: That’s ok...
#children
#memories
#nostalgia
31 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Jun 2019 2:24pm
20th Jun 2019 2:24pm
What Will They Think Of Us?
What will they think of us when they read about us?
About the wars we engaged in over governments and creeds
Or the lies we’re told in the auspices of things to come
When we lost our humanity under pretentious greed
Will they weep for us when they study our history?
When we destroyed Mother Earth to live beyond our means
Because one day she will rise against us and take it back
And upon our ruins a new society will realize their dreams
When will we ever learn the true meaning of harmony?
That the original particle still runs in you as...
About the wars we engaged in over governments and creeds
Or the lies we’re told in the auspices of things to come
When we lost our humanity under pretentious greed
Will they weep for us when they study our history?
When we destroyed Mother Earth to live beyond our means
Because one day she will rise against us and take it back
And upon our ruins a new society will realize their dreams
When will we ever learn the true meaning of harmony?
That the original particle still runs in you as...
#politics
#war
#pollution #responsibility
#pollution #responsibility
44 reads
8 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
19th Jun 2019 2:53pm
19th Jun 2019 2:53pm
Zen and the Art of Fart
(a story in 5 limericks)
The grandmaster seemed to have a sixth sense,
Meditating amidst jade and incense,
When in silence so profound,
The grandmaster made a sound,
That some of us described as flatulence.
We looked at each other in disbelief,
Still staying quiet like a falling leaf,
Resonance like assonance,
Surely sounded like flatulence,
When again, grandmaster found more relief.
But the grandmaster kept still nonetheless,
Deep in meditation with some finesse,
As we kept to reverence,
We could smell...
The grandmaster seemed to have a sixth sense,
Meditating amidst jade and incense,
When in silence so profound,
The grandmaster made a sound,
That some of us described as flatulence.
We looked at each other in disbelief,
Still staying quiet like a falling leaf,
Resonance like assonance,
Surely sounded like flatulence,
When again, grandmaster found more relief.
But the grandmaster kept still nonetheless,
Deep in meditation with some finesse,
As we kept to reverence,
We could smell...
#funny
#WritingPoetry
#meditation #SelfDiscovery
#meditation #SelfDiscovery
43 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
18th Jun 2019 1:55pm
18th Jun 2019 1:55pm
Children by the Lake
They say that some nights before the full moon
You can hear her lachrymal cries in the streets
And that her voice echoes in the stillness
Calling for her children
They say that you can hear their laughter
By the water’s edge beyond the woods
But their laughter turn to ghastly screams
Drowning, drowning in horror
They say that you can see their shadows
In the old roads where no one ventures
And those who thought themselves brave
Died of fright with expressions of terror
Or that some have gone insane
Or they...
You can hear her lachrymal cries in the streets
And that her voice echoes in the stillness
Calling for her children
They say that you can hear their laughter
By the water’s edge beyond the woods
But their laughter turn to ghastly screams
Drowning, drowning in horror
They say that you can see their shadows
In the old roads where no one ventures
And those who thought themselves brave
Died of fright with expressions of terror
Or that some have gone insane
Or they...
#dark
#death
#mythology
61 reads
5 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
17th Jun 2019 2:14pm
17th Jun 2019 2:14pm
My Poems Ain't Dirty
My poems ain’t dirty,
They paint a purdy picture with innuendoes,
And though they may be a little wordy when closer to the edge,
In the end they’re like sturdy old mementos.
My verses aren’t nasty,
Unless you’re into that kind of ghastly aural fixation,
But I know it sounds kind of nice past the ears,
The way it appears to flow from the lips during the narration.
My rhymes ain’t got that kind of time,
Unless your filthy mind likes to roll around deep in it,
Like double entendres, you hear in between the lines,
It’s a sign that...
They paint a purdy picture with innuendoes,
And though they may be a little wordy when closer to the edge,
In the end they’re like sturdy old mementos.
My verses aren’t nasty,
Unless you’re into that kind of ghastly aural fixation,
But I know it sounds kind of nice past the ears,
The way it appears to flow from the lips during the narration.
My rhymes ain’t got that kind of time,
Unless your filthy mind likes to roll around deep in it,
Like double entendres, you hear in between the lines,
It’s a sign that...
#WritingPoetry
#dirty
79 reads
7 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Jun 2019 5:54pm
16th Jun 2019 5:54pm
At the Root of Me
I know I can be a little senseless, but there’s one thing that’s on my mind…
Darling, I crave you like my lungs need air, with a hunger too much to bear,
That quenching my thirst simply will lead to more and more constant longing,
That this yearning goes beyond both the physical and the spiritual and maybe
You’re right, I’m obsessed…
But my heart knows full well the distinction between love and fascination,
And what we found in our lives in the spec of all time is something special,
That the sole purpose in my life is to live a satisfying...
Darling, I crave you like my lungs need air, with a hunger too much to bear,
That quenching my thirst simply will lead to more and more constant longing,
That this yearning goes beyond both the physical and the spiritual and maybe
You’re right, I’m obsessed…
But my heart knows full well the distinction between love and fascination,
And what we found in our lives in the spec of all time is something special,
That the sole purpose in my life is to live a satisfying...
#love
61 reads
2 Comments
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