this was submitted but rejected, which is fine..
It's not about hatred or rage.
It's about (and unrequited) love and the exquisite pain I feel/felt...and loss and rejection...
xoxo
How I enjoyed our time together
The both of us ever so briefly in lustful sync.
I thought of your body writhing above mine
As you came to my rescue to sooth my heat.
You granted me the ultimate pleasure of your company,
And I foolishly squandered it with a sharp tongue.
How I wish I had kept silent, kept you close.
Now I am left to want.
And want.
And want.
Angel Princess of Passion
And he said..I love you
She listened taking a deep breath
Take my hand baby, he said
She held out her heart
She felt his frown, whatever....
She lifted her head
Took a second look
Smiling, she told him to Fuck off....
Today she lives free...loving herself above all other
Laugh, Learn and Most of all Love...My Way of Life...
The Gamble of Life
Life is a coin, a gamble of fate.
One side is kindness, a life filled with love.
The other side's different, for its roots are in hate.
On rare occasion the coin lands on the edge,
Creating a life that hangs in the balance.
The sides sway the coin, and the life along with it,
And each side's effect causes the life to be shifted.
But the sides push rather than pull,
Trying to snuff out the other's control.
In a war between forces dating back to times unknown,
The life can only watch through dirty windows.
"Afterglow" (A Gogyohka a.k.a. 5-Line Poetry)
Sweet silence sings
After love's climactic crescendo
Now cuddled in nestled intimacy
Pillow Talk
Peace
Angel Princess of Passion
The words blur, I cannot focus
You reach for me yet I hold back
I feel your heat, it burns my soul
Your smile is all I savor
In silence, in shadows
I savor your hands upon my body
How weak I become as you touch me
My legs tremble, I quiver under your body
I fight yet I cannot resist your presence
You are such a treasure, a glimmering jewel
The glow your smile gives is beyond all this
Your embrace holds me tight
I do not worry nor fret
You are my rock, my last breath
I do not deserve such an emotion
How to express this as I stand tall and scream?
Laugh, Learn and Most of all Love...My Way of Life...
Angel Princess of Passion
Never Mind
Thoughts run wild, hands roam heated flesh
Muffled moans escape quivering lips
You have no idea what your body does to me
I shiver, shake and let go, explode as gold dust
Your passion pushes me to the very edge
The lines blur, the room spins
You are the light within my darkness
My soul weeping the sweet grief
Your smile is not for me, I feel it in your touch
Yet I thrive within the glow of your essence
Gasping as I feel your sweet embrace
I take all you give and claim it ..Mine…
Laugh, Learn and Most of all Love...My Way of Life...
I write when I get the muse in my blood/spirit.....so let me try.....they are usually kind of comic.....
Under the old model-T
Where Maggie first showed it to me
She built me a hunger
And then I went under
So soon things began to thunder......
Oh my did they ever
I thought I was clever
But I knew right away that I never
Never knew a lady like her.....
She really was a great lover
All my plans had to move over
'cause now we are married
and she is the world's greatest mother
So this not so good poet
Didn't really know it
But that day, my, oh me
I should have sought cover!
Does it make the cut for a poem created on the spot?
Is on the blue site if anyone wants it..
Answering the Breeze
A warm breeze buffets my hair and face.
It first invites, then challenges a response.
The breeze calls to my horse.
It tugs at his mane and plays with his tail.
He tosses his head and beseeches me to reply.
His hooves tap impatiently at the earth.
I sit still on his back; try to ignore the invitations.
But yet, I am not immune to the calling.
A quick, concise movement, I shift forward.
My horse has his head.
He bounds forward with joyful abandon.
We chase the wind, heads together.
Long Distance Love
I long to see your smile
And look in your pretty face
I crave to feel your touch
The tenderness of your embrace
I long to hear your laughter
For it’s music in my ears
Your voice softly whispers
And wipes away all my tears
My vision is of you alone
Sitting here besides me
I know it's the only place
That you were meant to be
For this is your home
Deep within my heart
But fate has been unkind
distance has kept us apart
I imagine the fiery sparkle
that twinkles in your eyes
when something brings you joy
or your just happy to be alive
I remember how your soulful love
Renewed my soul and set me free
How your gentle grace forgave
And restored a faith within me
Though the miles seem so far
Our union is blessed from above
Forged in our hopeful desire
And consecrated in our love.
The Illusion
Life is caught between light and darkness
Caught between reality and desire
A beautiful rose in bloom
Is gone far too soon
That child that was playing
Becomes an old man praying
The events we so carefully plan
In time will turn into sand
Power, money, and fame
Can't endure the flames
Let there be no confusion
What seems so real is but an illusion
Life seduces us with pleasures seen
Just one more thing will fulfill my dreams
My life is like a wave upon the shore
All too soon it will be never more
But our hearts entwined our joy we lift
For life is but a precious gift
All those things I cast aside
It is in you alone that I reside
Your love, that is so hard to explain
Endures all time endures all pain
YOUR MAJESTY IN THE MIST
As I gaze out my window,
at the mountains through the misty rain.
I see a silhouette,
the only sign the majesty of the Rockies exists.
You come to my mind, your majesty, your beauty.
To far off to see through the mist of my mind.
I hear the steady patter of the drops on my window and the leaves of the trees.
As the mist becomes rain, the rain becomes puddles.
Each drop rippling across the water in its own direction uncontrolled.
Only stopped by its fellow ripples.
As the thoughts of you ripple across my soul,
uncontrolled crashing against one another.
Creating a puddle becoming a whole,
bringing your majesty out of the mist of my mind.
I sit by the fire, feeling the warmth wash over me.
Watching the bright flames dance and play.
As the thoughts of you become bright and warm,
washing over my body with passion.
Wishing to my core that we could dance and play,
but alas you are not real, you are not by my side.
You are but a mist in my mind,
remembering your majesty.
BY L. Charles Chamberlain III
Conquest
And in the morning he’ll regret
Bedding her for a stupid bet,
Taken on in a drunken haze;
Such are selfish teenage ways.
Whilst the girl, as she gets dressed,
Acknowledges the ease of his conquest
Accepting a truth she cannot duck
That to him she was just a meaningless fuck.
And when the lads meet up tonight
He’ll tell them that she didn’t put up a fight
Regret forgotten, he’ll stand and brag
Of how easy it was to screw that slag.
Crying herself, again, to sleep
In her shame and loneliness she’ll weep
For allowing herself again to be used.
Craving love, but settling for being abused
Gone
I have nothing left to give,
Not even my last breath.
Devoid of energy,
I lay myself to rest.
In perfect eternal slumber
Is where I'll be forever.
Only bones and memories remain,
In my pauper's grave.[/I]
©daddysweetheart december 2014
Running
I'm on the lam,
The lam,
The lam.
Must run from the man,
The man,
The man.
Cop's going for his gun,
His gun,
His gun.
My heart's like a locomotive,
Veering off the tracks,
The tracks,
The tracks.
He's racing behind me,
Behind me,
Behind me.
Probably pulling off the safety,
The safety,
The safety.
I'm on the lam,
With nowhere to go,
And the man won't leave me alone.
© daddysweetheart
I stand in the grace of the fallen.
The fierce moments.
The fast fire.
I stand in the grace of the fallen.
The close contact.
The losing ground.
I stand in the grace of the fallen.
The warm water.
The hot wind.
I stand in the grace of the fallen.
The vain hope.
The help coming.
I stand in the grace of the fallen.
The broken pieces.
The blank stare.
I stand in the grace of the fallen.
The steel spine.
The unbent knee.
I stand in the grace of the fallen.
The saddle up.
The tap and rack.
I stand in the grace of the fallen.
The ragged road.
The open sky.
I stand...
As shadows dance on stones
Of old poets betwixt
Buried 'neath loam and weeds
My quill inks deeplymy thirsting curse
Instill I wink chill of nigh
Of satires inverselusting thirst
The shank ofmast my quivering penis
Driven by duskand talcum-cunts
Erotically choiring chanting writ
Of fleshand merriment suckling tits
The oldthrobbing dragon with dried plums
Takes nourishmentand spits