Submissions by MadameLavender
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Lucy
They let the sand slip through their hands,
the sisters who went walking,
along the shore
to gather more
grains while they were talking.
What did they say
Oh, while the day
slid by without them knowing?
The youngest one
had told no-one
a-following, she was going.
Her footprints light on forest floor
Lucy went and wandered
off the trail
while nightingales
chirped and tried to warn her.
"Ah, dear young babe
you won't be saved
from what we see is coming--
it...
the sisters who went walking,
along the shore
to gather more
grains while they were talking.
What did they say
Oh, while the day
slid by without them knowing?
The youngest one
had told no-one
a-following, she was going.
Her footprints light on forest floor
Lucy went and wandered
off the trail
while nightingales
chirped and tried to warn her.
"Ah, dear young babe
you won't be saved
from what we see is coming--
it...
#historical
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"I Paint Flowers So They Will Not Die"
^That's what Freida said
but I paint furniture so many things won't die.
The person who created it
The one who owned it
Their memories
Their touch
Their legacy
The scents of their kitchens, absorbed in the wood
Myself...
They must live on
Screaming in colors, saying
"Look at me, now!"
I keep the scars intact--
What would a table or chair, be
without the dents and gouges
of Thanksgiving platters
and pie knives
that have left their presence ?
Someone's essay, carved in ...
but I paint furniture so many things won't die.
The person who created it
The one who owned it
Their memories
Their touch
Their legacy
The scents of their kitchens, absorbed in the wood
Myself...
They must live on
Screaming in colors, saying
"Look at me, now!"
I keep the scars intact--
What would a table or chair, be
without the dents and gouges
of Thanksgiving platters
and pie knives
that have left their presence ?
Someone's essay, carved in ...
#art
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Zero Filter Left
More balls,
with each gray hair.....
with each gray hair.....
#aging
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Torching The Barn, Burning The Rats..
Is it live, or is it Memorex? Facades, everywhere...
Centuries of war pig elites, sucked dry,
we, the people, funding their greed.
We are on to them--God wins, they lose... patience..
'Tis their death throes, sometimes innocents die too.
All is not what it seems; wake up--it had to be this way.
Centuries of war pig elites, sucked dry,
we, the people, funding their greed.
We are on to them--God wins, they lose... patience..
'Tis their death throes, sometimes innocents die too.
All is not what it seems; wake up--it had to be this way.
#politics
#war
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God's Closet
Lay down your limitations
and reach above---
how much can the sky, hold?
Can you feel the rain
and rungs on Jacob's ladder?
Or the tingle that preceeds
thunder?
The rush of air
beneath bird's wings
and the manna that fell on dry deserts.
Push aside their chemtrails--
they are no match
for the heat of the sun
and blessings that drop
into our souls , from above.
Do you hear the breath of God
as winds blow
dandelion puffs
across your skin?
Ignore...
and reach above---
how much can the sky, hold?
Can you feel the rain
and rungs on Jacob's ladder?
Or the tingle that preceeds
thunder?
The rush of air
beneath bird's wings
and the manna that fell on dry deserts.
Push aside their chemtrails--
they are no match
for the heat of the sun
and blessings that drop
into our souls , from above.
Do you hear the breath of God
as winds blow
dandelion puffs
across your skin?
Ignore...
#sky
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It's All Your Fault
And it's Jesus' fault too.
He set me up.
Got sick of me being a female Morrissey
full of (fake) apathy
and emotional nihilism
to the point of
not.
ever.
seeing.
you.
coming.
Happy now?
Both of you---Jesus and you.
Succeeded in blindsiding me with
possibilities
and thoughts, I'd locked away
and the flush that swells up in me
...
He set me up.
Got sick of me being a female Morrissey
full of (fake) apathy
and emotional nihilism
to the point of
not.
ever.
seeing.
you.
coming.
Happy now?
Both of you---Jesus and you.
Succeeded in blindsiding me with
possibilities
and thoughts, I'd locked away
and the flush that swells up in me
...
#love
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If My Paycheck Wasn't So Awesome, I'd Quit My Job In A Heartbeat
It's all about the money
and a little vengeance
and a bigger need to fix the past--
all the fuck-ups
that I stood by and watched
unallowed to steer correctly
because of nepotism
and downright jealous bitches.
I'm the last one, standing.
They're gone.
I'm not.
(there's always more of "them" waiting in the wings)
I'm finally the supervisor, and
I have no filter left, after all these years.
All the new people think it's great,
think I have balls
(I do--figuratively)
I actually just stopped...
and a little vengeance
and a bigger need to fix the past--
all the fuck-ups
that I stood by and watched
unallowed to steer correctly
because of nepotism
and downright jealous bitches.
I'm the last one, standing.
They're gone.
I'm not.
(there's always more of "them" waiting in the wings)
I'm finally the supervisor, and
I have no filter left, after all these years.
All the new people think it's great,
think I have balls
(I do--figuratively)
I actually just stopped...
#job
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I Used To Dance
I just can't part with them
my two pairs of toe-shoes, now
forty years old
and (still) neatly packed away
in the box of memories
I can't dump, either.
"Maybe someday, I'll put them back on
and dance again"
Maybe I'll get back the chance
to audition for the Boston Ballet, too
like they requested of me
(in writing)
forty years ago, when
I hung up my dance shoes
....because....
Looking at boogers
and other fluids from the body
under microscopes
was far more thrilling ...
my two pairs of toe-shoes, now
forty years old
and (still) neatly packed away
in the box of memories
I can't dump, either.
"Maybe someday, I'll put them back on
and dance again"
Maybe I'll get back the chance
to audition for the Boston Ballet, too
like they requested of me
(in writing)
forty years ago, when
I hung up my dance shoes
....because....
Looking at boogers
and other fluids from the body
under microscopes
was far more thrilling ...
#dance
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Keeping The Peace
Why is it
that I enjoy you the most
when it's just us
in a room?
At this point
in life
it's easier to keep silent
than to risk wars
and rumors of wars
by babbling out
everything I've ever thought
but never said.
Drama queen
Story embellisher
Mandela-effect memories
(I got a little thrill, when you used to say I scared you)
I can't stand that you loved Dad more than me
I can't stand that you didn't protest when he moved you across country away from me, and your granddaughter.
...
that I enjoy you the most
when it's just us
in a room?
At this point
in life
it's easier to keep silent
than to risk wars
and rumors of wars
by babbling out
everything I've ever thought
but never said.
Drama queen
Story embellisher
Mandela-effect memories
(I got a little thrill, when you used to say I scared you)
I can't stand that you loved Dad more than me
I can't stand that you didn't protest when he moved you across country away from me, and your granddaughter.
...
#mother
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Weather-Worn
Tis
a foolish folly
to build one's house upon the sand,
so they listened to the Lord
and built upon the rock
instead.
Yet
the storms still came
with winds and waves
and shifting, pelting sands
that crept to the door
anyway.
How
beautiful it became
weather-worn and sea-scarred--
I wanted to touch
the crackled paint
and trace each edge to the next
but
I admired the ocean's masterpiece
from behind the windshield
because it was not my art
to handle.
and ...
a foolish folly
to build one's house upon the sand,
so they listened to the Lord
and built upon the rock
instead.
Yet
the storms still came
with winds and waves
and shifting, pelting sands
that crept to the door
anyway.
How
beautiful it became
weather-worn and sea-scarred--
I wanted to touch
the crackled paint
and trace each edge to the next
but
I admired the ocean's masterpiece
from behind the windshield
because it was not my art
to handle.
and ...
#sea
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Heaven Above, and Earth Below
I walked the gardens 'twixt the graves
and came upon the one, not saved.
The query posed was of a love;
she, in Earth, 'neath Heav'n above.
Such words did set my mind to ponder--
mine heart once beat with his, back yonder
when he still walked the Earth with me
and Heav'n was too far to reach.
And now the veil 'tween worlds is thin,
I see in dreams, the Heav'n he's in,
and feel the Earth still 'neath mine feet
goodbye, my love, 'til again, we meet.
(For Michael, 1957-2015)
...
and came upon the one, not saved.
The query posed was of a love;
she, in Earth, 'neath Heav'n above.
Such words did set my mind to ponder--
mine heart once beat with his, back yonder
when he still walked the Earth with me
and Heav'n was too far to reach.
And now the veil 'tween worlds is thin,
I see in dreams, the Heav'n he's in,
and feel the Earth still 'neath mine feet
goodbye, my love, 'til again, we meet.
(For Michael, 1957-2015)
...
#love
#death
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Thunderstruck
True, it's a great song by AC/DC,
However, it's how I feel, almost daily, at work.
Unbelievable, the amount of
Nonsense, that I keep finding from the
Devil-supervisor
Even years after she
Retired.
So many things screwed up
To the point of almost no
Return, but I will dig out from
Under the
Crap ( complaining and swearing all the way) and
Keep righting her wrongs, because a part of me will always care about the lab.
However, it's how I feel, almost daily, at work.
Unbelievable, the amount of
Nonsense, that I keep finding from the
Devil-supervisor
Even years after she
Retired.
So many things screwed up
To the point of almost no
Return, but I will dig out from
Under the
Crap ( complaining and swearing all the way) and
Keep righting her wrongs, because a part of me will always care about the lab.
#job
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