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A Subtle DanceDusk falls with burgundy tears,
the glimmering of old chandeliers.
Frost collides with mercury light,
setting the scene of the night.

Amour is expressed within a song,
a ballad to move our bodies along.
The sensation of a silken gown
twirls with the sonorous sound.

A hint of perfection in your eyes
embraces the world in gentle sighs,
as fragments of ice melt into lace,
and velvet roses slip into place.

Another second of endless desire
envelops our hearts in silver fire.
A winter solstice oh so blessed,
a moment to never be repressed.

KitesSilent tyrant of the sky
Mind your obscure earthly string,
Though you accrue heaven's eye
Look oh rook, on what you cling.

Betwixt, unfixed the prairie cloud,
Above in love your brethren sing,
In gleam, they dream as diamonds proud
Which gown his crown; the golden king.

Chase the grace of cosmic joy,
Wild that child of crimson lust,
Rave, yet save his fury's toy;
Mirth in birth in truth is trust.

In time, to climb the sail does pine,
Despite its flight, or ambits crossed;
Uncrossed, now tossed, your cords entwine
And all the squall in bond is lost.

How the Phelps Failed His MissionEveryone
In the U.S.
Were a glad lot…

But the Phelps
Who lived in eastern Kansas,
Was NOT!

The Phelps loathed gays! The gay population!
Now, please don’t ask why. There is just speculation.
He might have seen them as a social deviance.
It could be he had a gay experience.
But I think that the most likely reason of all
May have been that bitter hate had consumed him all.

But,
Whatever the reason,
The past or his hate,
He stood in his Kansas home, very irate.
Staring down from his sofa, with a sour, Phelps glare
At the love and tolerance that lighted the air.
For he knew every person in the country there
Was living and let live

Sight Beyond SightAye. I've seen her before
Skulking around the dim-dusty
Bookstores and empty coffee houses.
I've seen her before.

Her skin is mottled
Freckled and speckled with acne
And a poor self image.
Her teeth are off white
Like her arms, tanned from
Rolled up sleeves, freckly
And dusted with down.

Her eyes are fierce shining
A determined pout on her face.
She is beautiful in her own way.
Whiterose is an illusion,
A forgettable fantasy.
This is the true face of love.

A Small Cafe at MidnightA small cafe at midnight
is not where I should be,
dozing off in my seat
and drinking sugary coffee.

"Is this seat taken?" I hear,
and I glance up to see
the gorgeous face of a young woman.
She wants to sit with me?!

Dark brown curls are cascading
down her shoulders and back,
and her bright blue eyes shine
with the light that this place lacks.

"Go ahead and sit," I say,
but I am still confused.
Why would she sit here
with a guy like me? I muse.

A cup of coffee in her hand,
she smiles a tiny grin.
I gaze along with wonder
at her hair, her eyes, her skin...

This girl is truly perfect,
so why is she with me?
She's even talking and smiling;

For You,I cant promise forever,
but for each day at a time,
you are in my thoughts,
and so perfectly entwined,
my heart,
may not mean much at all,
but it is without a doubt,
the best proof I have that,
you will be forever as of now,
my love.

A Poem For My Special Someone(ReadDescription 1st)Roses
are red
Violets are blue
Love never crossed my mind
Until the day I met you
You are so sweet
And so fine
I wish I had the guts to talk to you
Back in 2009
I've felt so lonely from the start
But that was before you stole my heart
If a kiss was a raindrop
I would give you a shower
If a hug was a second
I would give you an hour
I know we had little fights from the past
But we finally get over them at last
Everything I'm writing down is true
So here is another poem for you:
Plumbers are red
Hedgehogs are blue
Press the "Start" button
And be my player 2
This poem is getting really long
But it's easier to write than a cute,little love song
This poem is pretty cheesy but took a lot of time
To write about the piece I've been missing all my life

If I Could Take Your TearsIf I could say 'I love you'
If your heart were free
If you could see beyond blue
Then maybe you'd see me
But life and love are tangled
Hearts weave complex webs
Broken dreams are cradled
And live inside our heads
So from afar I watch you
Love silent in my heart
Unspoken words a virtue
Though they echo in the dark
Your laugh and smile I treasure
Your kindly words I'l store
And in innocence find pleasure
Sweet soul that I adore
And if perchance you see me
Discern the love I hide
Would rising passion free thee
To sail on sweeter tides?

Crimson's Fiery PassionFor why do you attract me with such ease?
The color of a fiery passion,
Could you be too eager to flirt and please?
This color gives attitude and fashion.
Your crimson locks are the utmost dashing.
The red compatible with your skin so fair
Personality quite strong and flaming
No one can begin to even compare.
Though you enjoy to go around and flirt,
You were and still are the most capricious.
We used to treat each other simply like dirt.
Yet now we are just like red, Flirtatious
Though in annoyance with your many passes
You told me “Take good care of the glasses”

ForsakingSolemn thoughts of days gone past,
The omnipresent thought of 'will this last?'
Constant doubt and heart wrenching worry
Thoughts adrift among the flurry.

This leap of faith
has me wondering how much I could take;
If maybe it doesn't work in the end,
how much heartbreak will you rend?

Still I can't say no
my desire has me in your throes.
Constant visions of future ways
have me quivering, the joy I can hardly contain.

For you I would forsake all things,
all aspiring towards Princes and kings.
All of this I would give up
just to be your one and only love.

DifferencesHe holds my hand
From across the bed,
While your memory whispers,
In my ear.
You are a ghost,
Inside my head,
But him...
He's really here.

He does not say a word,
But actions make their promises.
You speak in strings of verb and noun,
No truth among the sound.
He waits so patiently,
His heart it walks the premises.
Your memory pounds at the door,
Much less than honor bound.

He presses lips into a line,
Keeping the anger within.
You press your lips up to mine,
Pouring all your hatred in.

Our SheetsSoft kisses under sheets
where skin and warmth meets.
Relaxed inside and out to reach
from head, to the toes on my feet.

Quick glances and long stares,
neither of us wanting to go anywhere.
Perfectly happy staying right there.
What’s outside? To look we don’t dare.

You exhale and I breathe in
warm air, life of a friend.
Better than anywhere we’ve ever been.
Under sheets the light stays dim.

Lip to lip, just barely a flutter to me.
Sweet, warm and light instantly
seared to my heart like a memory.
Nothing could happen more perfectly.

Heartbeats soothe us to sleep.
Rhythmic secrets we swore to keep.
It’s easy when you

I found myself quiet a few times
Discovering your picture with my fingertips
And everytime without knowing
My finger stopped at your beautiful lips
Like perfectly crafted rubies
They are red, pure and glassy
Placed togather in a form of smile
Full of life and intents, sassy
Like your face is an vast ocean
Long lost were the two ships
Meant to meet at a certain point
In the form of your cherry lips
Like I was in a hot, dry desert
Dying of thirst, without water
But I found the red oasis
And I drank from your lips, the nectar
Like red the color of love
Affiliation, affection and compassion
Red the color of danger and warning
But its hard to r

Lunar LoveThe Lunar Eye plays peeping tom
To the poet pair that sit below
And the stars are buried by their glow
Which lingers till the girl is gone
He sits while she talks on and on
And never thinks to stop her voice
Alone among all men he is her choice
To while away the time and share birdsong.

In sleeping time, by small degrees
His flaws become all that she sees
And his love cannot go so far
Her eyes wander to what pleases
Her form, she mocks and leaves
And his sallow soul is sinking like a star.

TempestThere is thunder in your eyes,
lighting strikes each time you smile.
Furious angel wrath is fearsome ,
kissing souls with reaper's fire.
Oh love divine, I pray you now,
take mercy on my soul.
Destroy me not. Instead extend your stormy hand
and make me once more whole.

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DissectionI heard that you had wings
So I pinned you under glass.
Cut open your skin
And pealed its layers back.
Plucked out every rib,
Like flowers, from your spine.
Dug through all your entrails
Looking for a sign.

Somthing to tell me.
Somthing to fill me.
Somthing that filled you.

Somthing in the dark that wasn't dead.
That gave you wings
That I should have instead.

I'll tear into your skin
to find those wings
So I can pull them off
And stitch them back together
laced and reattached
the way that I like better.

IkeThe air is thick again,
And summer smells come back
So fast to this southern city,
These glittering towers in a swamp.

And with the damp comes memory
Of another not so long ago
When Ike sat on our roof
And beat his fists
And wailed until he tired of his fit.

Then left us with a starry silence
Sitting sticky skinned in candle light
Serenaded by mosquito buzzing
Reading to eachother from that trashy tale
That couldn't pick between zombies or vampires

And something in me clicked.
Home can do without water and lights
hot meals and hot bathes.
It just needs you.

Holy LimerickThere once was a bishop of England
Who liked to dress up for the weekend.
To the clergy's distress,
In his best Sunday dress
From the pulpit he'd weekly descend.

He'd preach about Moses and Noah
With shoulders bedecked by a boa
Of lavender feather
(To go with the pleather)
While the nuns all sang "Sweet Jehovah."

And none could deny he looked snappy,
Or kept his perishiners happy.
For he found that in lime
He looked simply devine!
(Though his sermons often were crappy.)

But bedecked by bangles that jangled
And earrings that sparkled and dangled,
He had more than enough
When he preached in the buff
To distract from the prov

A Good DayHit or miss.
Hit or miss
I feel like a kiss today.
A pair of rosy lips today.
A rose dancing in the light today.
A fine display.
A crimson overlay
Where the shadows play
Sundappled smiling
Winking
Laughing
Nodding to the wind
Nodding to the day
Nodding off in a lovers arms
Blooming in his sunshine
Like a rose.

Bitter FruitHe sells fruit.
But it looks like he only eats the lemons.
Sour and puckered
from too much ripening in the sun,
He's a grape turned raison instead of wine.

"I fought in Nam," he says with pride,
the old light returning.
"I trained as a ranger.
One hour of sleep a night.
A sergeant in the ranks.
Till they blew the top of my head off
and sewed it back on."

Now he sells me fruit
sweet and seedless
and keeps the bitter ones himself.

PoemRun it through me
and let me throw it up
a garbled mess
of dream and drudgery
of claws and teeth
and whispered sighs
a swirling mass of conscious collective
a repository of memory
a dumping ground of emotion
a graveyard of words
where each stony cherub
and fetid corpse
are given the same sanctity

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I'm a Zombie Without You

by ~VetchVespers, May 8, 2009, 4:02:26 PM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Traditional Fixed Forms

One day the day will dawn
Upon tides of living dead
And corpses on our lawn
Will each raise their rotting head
And rise and stumble forth
To eat the brains of Earth.

Delicious…

And you, my heart and soul
My sweet love and paramour
Will help me barricade
All the windows and the door,
Get the shotguns loaded
So heads can be exploded

All over!

We’ll shoot them with rockets.
As they trudge on fetid feet
They’ll stare with empty sockets
As they search for meat to eat.
We’ll kill all that we can
While living off of spam.

Nutritious…

And when the zombies come
And there's nowhere left to hide
And nowhere left to run
I know you’ll be at my side
With M-16 in hand
To make our final stand

Together.

I'm a Zombie Without Youby ~VetchVespers

Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Traditional Fixed Forms

©2009-2013 ~VetchVespers

This is for ma pudd'n pie. We have a strange relationship.

~mreid973 Feb 15, 2011

Now that's love. Which one will let the other one eat his/her brains once the other one is turned?

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`thetaoofchaos Aug 30, 2009 Hobbyist Writer

"We’ll shoot them with rockets.
As they trudge on fetid feet
They’ll stare with empty sockets
As they search for meat to eat. "

that was quite good.

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~VetchVespers Sep 24, 2009 Student General Artist

Hah. Thank you sir. I'm glad my brains could amuse you.

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~the-sky-is-the-limit Jun 24, 2009 Hobbyist General Artist

this is awesome!!!

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~VetchVespers Jun 25, 2009 Student General Artist

Lol. Thankyou.

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*BowofAnariel May 10, 2009

< aw

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~VetchVespers May 11, 2009 Student General Artist

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*BowofAnariel May 11, 2009

you

brains?

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~VetchVespers May 11, 2009 Student General Artist

Yes... but only when properly cooked. Let's not be barbaric!

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*BowofAnariel May 11, 2009

what kind of sauce do you prefer?

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