Well hon, I know I'm good at poetry, but wanted to test the waters on the story writing side as well. tyvm (((C)))


~Den

Can never be sure with this one! Thank you (if you meant it lol) You sure know how to keep a man offtrack!



~D

Thanks Double M, appreciate the feedback

Thank you so very much

Wow, ty both . So I should pursue writing as well as poetry, yes?

You pulling my leg?

20 views and not ONE comment? You can say- that's terrible, I have a strong back lol

Short story rating (be honest) 1 - 10. 1 Being Terrible, 10 being um yeah, you need to write these too.


As the rain pounded on the roof, he sat at his desk in the dimly lit room. With pen in hand, he was trying to overcome an emotional obstacle that had haunted him for the last two years. He was a poet by trade, and usually words flew faster from his brain to his fingers.

This Poem, however, would be the hardest he would write. He walked over to a row of candles, posted near the window and lit one. His heart was still in agony over his loss. He had spent so much time away from home, deploying to places that he to this day could not divulge to those without a Top Secret clearance.

He had fought proudly for his country and had done what he was told, when he was told. Often in combat situations, he’d risk his own life to save others. What he was dealing with this second, he would gladly have given up his own life for her. He missed his Mom tremendously.

He held feelings of regret that he was not able to be with her in her final days. It was as if one day, he was 19, fighting against rebel forces in Africa and suddenly, he turned 40 and most of the memories were merely a blur.

He paced back and forth across the hard wood floor and yelled to the walls, “Damn it, I was Special Forces, I’m a published poet, and I will do this for you. I will write you a poem that will make you proud”

He took out his finest paper and began to write a poem for her with his finest ink pen. He had been hardened by his time in the military, but he was in enough pain to leave a circular spot of ink as the tear feel from his eye. He wrote his most elegant, respectful, and most thought out poem he had ever written in his life.

As he folded the poem and put it into the waterproof bag, he was proud of the accomplishment he had been able to achieve. He ran his fingers through his dark hair, and then drove down to the cemetery.

The rain was bitter cold as he placed the poem upon her grave stone. He suddenly felt a surge of heat fill his body with peace and felt as if air itself had reached out to touch his shoulder.

He smiled a large smile and said aloud, “You’re welcome Momma, I miss you and I love you eternally”. He climbed up the muddy hill and returned to his car with a feeling of serenity he had not felt in several years. As he drove away, he blew her a kiss.




~Den

Anything for my best friend!

~D

Thank you, you are always such a delight. You never say "That sucked" LMAO!

~Den

LOL, move on to the next poem!!!


~D

Nice write, keep up the good work

~Den

Hehe, well maybe there is a BIT of it in me. Nice play on words btw ;-)

As the Eagle Soars

As the Eagle soars so high above, floating on the sky
He looks down, eyes concentrated, and then begins to dive
The tiny figures he sees below soon begin to grow
Gracefully he glides just a top the water, headed for his prey
In one fell swoop he grabs a fish, and then he’ll fly away
Enjoying his meal, he decides on seconds and back aloft he goes
He’ll yank another fish out with those claws he has for toes
The fish is just swimming along, minding his own business, but so the circle goes

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A void only One can fill

When things were high in my life, I never felt a need
To come to you and tell you thanks, or even ask you please
Then times got bad and finally I bowed down before you and asked you to forgive
You lightened my heart in the blink of an eye, you forgave all my sins
You were the void that I could not fill with drugs, sex, booze or pills
But when You forgave me, I felt the void disappear, my life was now fulfilled

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Twice Baked Virgins

I went to hang out with some friends and found myself at a party
We sat around drinking, smoking, laughing, the weed was hearty
The more we sat and smoked and talked, secret details were revealed
Some needed just to talk things out, and then found that they were healed
Other info was also told, which brought to my face such a big grin
Two of the ladies in the room, sitting next to me were both untouched virgins
I smoked them up another time, twice now they’d been baked
I took them both up to my room, having ice cream AND cake
The experience was delightful; we had all had lots of fun
Until one of the virgin’s Father walked in with a gun
Running down the street half clothed, now that part WASN’T fun!

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Why does it hurt, when I feel no pain?

I stand here in the cold rain, tears streaming down my face
Never thought I’d find myself, standing here in this place
I look up at your bedroom as the rain begins to pound
Rain has me covered from head to toe, I cannot hear a sound
I took my own life, to escape the hell of losing my sweet Elaine
I shouldn’t be able to feel, so why does it hurt when I can feel no pain?

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Take me to higher places

Armageddon had begun, due to their strength, some were chosen to fight
Others, due to their speed, were chosen to carry souls to heaven by flight
Massive explosions abound as Angels and Demons fought for the souls
I had flown down quicker and quicker and had thus far retrieved the most
Let it not be misunderstood that I had done this alone, and I had no time to boast
Though immortal, we still could lose our existence and He had to orchestrate
It would be thousands of years before his fallen Angels he could recreate
The risks were high, but bound by an Oath, we went on and did our job
I was sent to retrieve the soul of a mother and her child amongst a mob
Carrying one soul could be taxing enough, but I could not let that child be destroyed
I swept in with all my speed, grabbed them both in my arms and started to retreat
I felt the pain of heat on my back, but I had to get them to heaven, my task I had to complete
I took her higher and higher, her blue eyes starring into mine as my vision blurred
I set her and her two year old down by the pearly gates, then suddenly it occurred
I looked behind me and saw my wings were destroyed and I would soon lie dead
She looked deep into my eyes, and my last image before I went was her kissing my forehead


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