Storywriters
Contributions from writers in our poetry and short story contests…and, writers who just want to share their stories…
Poem – Passion in the Waves – Lamar Cole
Passion in the Waves
By: Lamar Cole
Remember darling, the end of the day.
The sun setting in Montego Bay.
You and I frolicking in the Caribbean Sea.
Happy as can be.
The water was so blue.
The sunset beautiful like you.
Love was so fresh and smooth.
Passion in the waves made the moon drool.
Poem – Jazz Man Louis – Lamar Cole
Jazz Man Louis
By: Lamar Cole
Notes of gold from his horn he did blow.
The great Satchmo,
He could really belt out a good song.
Listening to Louis Armstrong,
You couldn’t go wrong.
Gravelly voice,
A big smile,
Jazz Man Louis had a lot of style.
Listening to Louis brought a smile to the face.
His music always in good taste.
Short Story – The Black Coat – Mehreen Ahmed
The Black Coat
Mehreen Ahmed
One black wintry night, Piccolo -Xavier bumped into someone while crossing the road. Once he was across, the person on the receiving end was not visible anymore. It seemed that in the Parisian dark alley, it had just melted into darkness. When he peered further, he saw a black coat disappearing around the corner. Piccolo-Xavier started to run; however, the more he ran, further the person moved away. Breathing heavily he stopped to rest when his gaze shifted towards a shiny object that seemed to appear on an uneven asphalt footpath. As he stooped to pick it up, the lead was gone.
It was a locket with a broken clasp. He opened it to see what was inside. In the insufficient street lamp, he saw that it was a picture of a girl. This object could be of sentimental value, Piccolo-Xavier thought. But the black coat was long gone and there was no way he could return it to the owner.
Back in his apartment looking at the girl’s picture, the thought of the elusive dark figure provoked all kinds of questions. Where did the bearer of this object live? How far away was he or she from him? Who was the girl in the picture? Piccolo –Xavier began to imagine the wildest of the dreams about the bearer of the locket who was perhaps the little girl’s mum, dad or even an older sibling. It gave him immense pleasure to think that it could be an attractive young woman with whom he could form a relationship. Flashes back to the encounter encouraged his fantasy which did not seem that his mystery person had a man’s gait rather a woman’s – elegant, slender and tall. The face he envisioned was framed in dark short hair with curls falling over her smooth white narrow forehead. Her tilted nose rested just above full, red lips and an oval shaped chin. Her tiny dimpled cheeks came alive every time she grinned. A ravishing set of white, even teeth flashed across the rounding corners of her lips. When she looked up at him with a shy gaze of indifference, her luminous large greenish blue eyes peeped through the long curly lashes of partly opened lids.
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Poem – Juices of Love – Lamar Cole
Juices of Love
By: Lamar Cole
The stars shone brightly.
The moon sprinkled magic from heaven above.
The night is calm.
In the valley of love.
An owl hoots.
The deer are like statues.
My sweetheart is sweet like an apple.
The juices of love flow freely.
Poem – Passion Steps – Lamar Cole
Passion Steps
By: Lamar Cole
Winter storm,
Safe and secure in my sweetheart’s arms.
Pretty face,
Scented body in satin and lace.
Snow is deep.
Through the window a chill creeps.
Passion seeps.
Happy tears weep.
Poem – October Love – Lamar Cole
October Love
By: Lamar Cole
The moon just peeked from behind the trees.
At you and I darling on our carpet of leaves.
Your love is sweet like ripe fruit.
As our passion takes root.
The wind blew just right tonight.
The stars shone from heaven above.
Lovely as a dove.
October love.
Poem – Frank Sinatra (King of Croon) – Lamar Cole
Frank Sinatra (King of Croon)
By: Lamar Cole
Frank was suave and smooth.
In his Fedora hat, he looked so cool.
Man, Frank could sing.
Voice that tugged at the ladies’ heartstrings.
The world lost a great crooner.
When the Chairman Of The Board passed.
His music legacy will always last.
Pure romance is dancing under the stars and moon.
Listening to Frank Sinatra King Of Croon.
Poem – Flame of Love – Lamar Cole
Flame of Love
By: Lamar Cole
Darling, the path of our love has been very smooth.
Because in my heart you lit a fuse.
My soul never sings the blues.
A flame of love that always burns.
A wheel of passion that always turns.
A bird of romance that always flies.
A garden of happiness that never dies.
Poem – Paris Groove – Lamar Cole
Paris Groove
By: Lamar Cole
Remember darling, sailing the River Seine.
How good it felt to be in France.
Under the Paris sky, we sailed.
The morning mist we could smell.
Remember dancing through the night.
Me holding you so very tight.
Remember strolling through the Louvre.
Nothing beats the Paris groove.
Poem – A Lover’s Fling – Lamar Cole
A Lover’s Fling
By: Lamar Cole
Night comes to the meadow.
Two lovers entwined in the shadows.
A soft rain begins.
Bringing tingles to the skin.
The air is fresh.
Lovers fest.
A night bird sings.
Bells in the heart ring.
A lover’s fling.
Sweet love is the cream.
Poem – Golden Voice Nat – Lamar Cole
Golden Voice Nat
By: Lamar Cole
Always impeccably dressed.
A song his smooth voice could caress.
A smooth singer from days of old.
The golden voiced Nat King Cole.
When he sang, the ladies swooned.
The stars seemed to shine brighter when he crooned.
A voice so soothing.
Lovers felt as if cloud cruising.
Poem – Cool Love Calls – Lamar Cole
Cool Love Calls
By: Lamar Cole
Half moon,
Brilliant stars,
The air is brisk.
Sweetheart’s warm kiss.
A horse neighs.
Two lovers in the hay.
The coming of fall.
Cool love calls.
Poem – Fred and Ginger – Lamar Cole
Fred and Ginger
By: Lamar Cole
Darling, remember how you kept tapping your feet.
How you could hardly sit still in your seat.
Looking at Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire sing and dance.
Ah, the days of glamour and sweet romance.
Watching Fred and Ginger glide across the stage.
Turner Classic Movies will always be the rage.
When you saw Fred and Ginger, you would lose worry and care.
Because when they danced, you could feel magic in the air.
Poem – Camero Z28 – Lamar Cole
Camero Z28
By: Lamar Cole
Remember darling, our exciting date.
You and I cruising the highway.
In my sky blue Camaro Z28.
So in love without a care.
The wind blowing through your lovely hair.
Riding down the highway so wild and free.
Your soft hand upon my knee.
Feeling your body heat as you moved closer.
As your head lay upon my shoulder.
Poem – Graceland – Lamar Cole
Graceland
By: Lamar Cole
Remember darling,
Walking hand in hand.
Through the gates of Graceland.
Remember when we sat in Elvis’ pink jeep.
Your hug felt so sweet.
Remember how sad you felt.
When you saw Elvis’ grave.
You seemed to feel his spirit.
A heartfelt moment to keep and save.
There was magic and Blue Hawaii.
All that day for us.
Elvis Presley Blvd and Graceland.
Ultimate bliss for his greatest fans.
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