missjem56
Poem Published
24th Nov 2022 9:45am
24th Nov 2022 9:45am
A TRIP!
When i first entered
The fair land of Fae
I expected fairies
Witches, Unicorns, Dragons
Perhaps a fairy castle
And quaint little fairy houses
But instead
It was like a cocktail
Of Carnaby Street
Old Soho
A Midsummer Night's Dream
And Star Wars
It was really wild
I now in fact live there
The lunatics are on the grass
Playing music, and singing
And quaffing gallons of ale
I felt as though i was in Paradise
But ended up in jail
Apparently
I was found wandering around
Hastings
A quaint...
The fair land of Fae
I expected fairies
Witches, Unicorns, Dragons
Perhaps a fairy castle
And quaint little fairy houses
But instead
It was like a cocktail
Of Carnaby Street
Old Soho
A Midsummer Night's Dream
And Star Wars
It was really wild
I now in fact live there
The lunatics are on the grass
Playing music, and singing
And quaffing gallons of ale
I felt as though i was in Paradise
But ended up in jail
Apparently
I was found wandering around
Hastings
A quaint...
#funny
#fairies
#mythology #travel
#mythology #travel
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takis1917
Bumped 21st Nov 2022 12:58pm
10th Sep 2019 1:02pm
10th Sep 2019 1:02pm
Maria Explains Herself
Melancholy", she said,
"doesn't belong to September,
but, to the eyes that paint it..."
"After all" she concluded,
sight doesn't make sense
without a vision..."
"doesn't belong to September,
but, to the eyes that paint it..."
"After all" she concluded,
sight doesn't make sense
without a vision..."
#politics
461 reads
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princeofrealness
Poem Published
20th Nov 2022 10:49am
20th Nov 2022 10:49am
Full moon part 1of 3
Just another night I hit my local bar.
Leaving my artistic studio,
Long off-white curtains on my windows,
Tall ceilings and hardwood floors that creek,
Constantly water drip drops from the sink,
Buildings hallways are hollow exit leading to an alleyway that is very narrow.
Flash backs of every mortal that I’ve been gifted
It’s the full moon that lifts the dead.
Something is different tonight there’s a new soul to be gifted
The gift of immortality, my thirst for tonight is not for quantity,
I blood🩸 rich and hot like fire...
Leaving my artistic studio,
Long off-white curtains on my windows,
Tall ceilings and hardwood floors that creek,
Constantly water drip drops from the sink,
Buildings hallways are hollow exit leading to an alleyway that is very narrow.
Flash backs of every mortal that I’ve been gifted
It’s the full moon that lifts the dead.
Something is different tonight there’s a new soul to be gifted
The gift of immortality, my thirst for tonight is not for quantity,
I blood🩸 rich and hot like fire...
#utopia
#heaven
#hell
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takis1917
Bumped 20th Nov 2022 9:29am
24th Jun 2019 1:18pm
24th Jun 2019 1:18pm
Excursion
Was it
one
two
three day outing?
He can't remember;
his thinning memory betrays him...
It, surely, was a group outing
- that photo proved it -
a photo he does not possess,
a photo he, certainly, had seen
a long time ago...
Summertime
in bathing suit
seated on a beach chair
perhaps, at a near by island
surrounded by
three, or four, or five girls...
Who were they?
Neighborhood friends?
Classmates?
But, what high school from?
For his life, he cannot conclude...
...
one
two
three day outing?
He can't remember;
his thinning memory betrays him...
It, surely, was a group outing
- that photo proved it -
a photo he does not possess,
a photo he, certainly, had seen
a long time ago...
Summertime
in bathing suit
seated on a beach chair
perhaps, at a near by island
surrounded by
three, or four, or five girls...
Who were they?
Neighborhood friends?
Classmates?
But, what high school from?
For his life, he cannot conclude...
...
#memories
475 reads
14 Comments
wallyroo92
Bumped 20th Nov 2022 4:31am
1st Apr 2019 9:42pm
1st Apr 2019 9:42pm
Super Man's Last Flight
The B-24s, the Liberators,
The Second World War’s incinerators,
They dropped bombs all over the Pacific,
They were key to winning the war,
Legendary amid the corps,
They created a hell on earth that was horrific.
But the service men called them “flying coffins”,
Odds of surviving these missions weren’t too great,
And of all the glories of the men who told their stories,
This is the account of Super Man’s crew and their fate…
Phil and Cuppernell piloted the plane,
Lambert in the tail, Nelson along for the ride,...
The Second World War’s incinerators,
They dropped bombs all over the Pacific,
They were key to winning the war,
Legendary amid the corps,
They created a hell on earth that was horrific.
But the service men called them “flying coffins”,
Odds of surviving these missions weren’t too great,
And of all the glories of the men who told their stories,
This is the account of Super Man’s crew and their fate…
Phil and Cuppernell piloted the plane,
Lambert in the tail, Nelson along for the ride,...
#courage
#fate
#NaPoWriMo2019
716 reads
6 Comments
takis1917
Bumped 19th Nov 2022 5:31am
7th Feb 2020 5:11am
7th Feb 2020 5:11am
Today XVIII
Today,
he started the day
listing his lies and his truths...
Nothing complicated or intricate;
two columns.
One for lies, the other for truths...
Thought it better to start with the latter.
The obvious, the oft repeated,
the constants he could not deny,
like... Yes, like... Maybe, like...
Probing doubts crawled in...
Truths, or poses, pretensions, claims,
automated responses, statements and spins?
Overburdened and overwhelmed
to the first column he returned...
Best to list them in...
he started the day
listing his lies and his truths...
Nothing complicated or intricate;
two columns.
One for lies, the other for truths...
Thought it better to start with the latter.
The obvious, the oft repeated,
the constants he could not deny,
like... Yes, like... Maybe, like...
Probing doubts crawled in...
Truths, or poses, pretensions, claims,
automated responses, statements and spins?
Overburdened and overwhelmed
to the first column he returned...
Best to list them in...
#parody
409 reads
6 Comments
A_Failed_Artist
Poem Published
18th Nov 2022 7:35pm
18th Nov 2022 7:35pm
Lake of Despair
White, not black, was hiding behind my eyes. I open them slowly to discover I wasn't laying down, I was on my feet. I'm standing on a beach made of stones looking out onto the foggy horizon. It was neither day nor night. There was no worry, no objection, or rush. It was what it was, a beach. This beautiful, calm body of water I fell in love with. I could stare at it for hours. That was until I noticed I wasn't alone. To my left was a man who took interest in the lake as well. He didn't look so well. The poor man's eyes were dull and in desperate need of rest. His mouth mindlessly gaped open...
#beach
#water
#books
#fiction
#despair
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Nilknarfar
Poem Published
18th Nov 2022 12:02pm
18th Nov 2022 12:02pm
Moongrass
The light shimmers off the moon lit grass as the frost breaks it into an aroma of colors. It’s an otherwise calm night.
Her foot touches down as if being lowered from a machine. With the blood dripping off her toes, it could be a meathook she’s shrinking down from.
When he’s been around, she normally has a difficult time gaining her bearings. So it’s no surprise she doesn’t notice the blood or the frost stinging her bare feet.
She glances at the moon as if shooting a visual azimuth to steady herself; she can do this. She takes a step forward when she...
Her foot touches down as if being lowered from a machine. With the blood dripping off her toes, it could be a meathook she’s shrinking down from.
When he’s been around, she normally has a difficult time gaining her bearings. So it’s no surprise she doesn’t notice the blood or the frost stinging her bare feet.
She glances at the moon as if shooting a visual azimuth to steady herself; she can do this. She takes a step forward when she...
#BDSM
#ThrillSeeking
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takis1917
Bumped 17th Nov 2022 8:32am
10th Aug 2017 1:05pm
10th Aug 2017 1:05pm
NOVEMBER 17, 1999
I wondered aloud
about...
about
your facial features
prefacing with positive remarks
my aesthetic opposition
to rosy and puffy cheeks;
yours
I said
are not that bad,
but pale is the color of the skin
I prefer
And even though I had just begun
already I had gone too far
History repeats itself
when you least suspect it
or so it would have you think
-three of four academics will concur-
For my part I remain suspicious
of anything that’s manifested in triplicities:
History - recorded ...
about...
about
your facial features
prefacing with positive remarks
my aesthetic opposition
to rosy and puffy cheeks;
yours
I said
are not that bad,
but pale is the color of the skin
I prefer
And even though I had just begun
already I had gone too far
History repeats itself
when you least suspect it
or so it would have you think
-three of four academics will concur-
For my part I remain suspicious
of anything that’s manifested in triplicities:
History - recorded ...
758 reads
4 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
17th Nov 2022 4:10am
17th Nov 2022 4:10am
Badge Of Honor
Three hundred and sixty degrees
Squared by three hundred and sixty degrees
Surrounded by three hundred and sixty degrees
Locked in by three hundred and sixty degrees
That's fourteen hundred and forty degrees in me
But what my enemies don't see I contain another seven hundred and twenty degrees
The runes of my history hides my pedigree with hidden angles
The seven hundred and twenty degrees are multiplied by war with four triangles
The ancient runes were bled from an older script
Two thousand- one hundred and sixty holds existence in...
Squared by three hundred and sixty degrees
Surrounded by three hundred and sixty degrees
Locked in by three hundred and sixty degrees
That's fourteen hundred and forty degrees in me
But what my enemies don't see I contain another seven hundred and twenty degrees
The runes of my history hides my pedigree with hidden angles
The seven hundred and twenty degrees are multiplied by war with four triangles
The ancient runes were bled from an older script
Two thousand- one hundred and sixty holds existence in...
#war
#humankind
#rebellion
53 reads
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Thesilverymoon
Poem Published
16th Nov 2022 8:52pm
16th Nov 2022 8:52pm
The Queen of Hearts
Within the blackened deep of withered night
A clash between the jester and the knave
The queen, blood-stained and crystal satin white
Stands betwixt them, adventurous and brave
Her heart is plainly draped in molten silk
Defying the expectations of her age
She bathes herself in fresh vanilla milk
With scented hints of cinnamon and sage
Her dexterous hand will quickly shift the score
Flouting the scourge of lovers fold
The jester always leaves her wanting more
The knave’s play is dangerous and bold
She hesitates...
A clash between the jester and the knave
The queen, blood-stained and crystal satin white
Stands betwixt them, adventurous and brave
Her heart is plainly draped in molten silk
Defying the expectations of her age
She bathes herself in fresh vanilla milk
With scented hints of cinnamon and sage
Her dexterous hand will quickly shift the score
Flouting the scourge of lovers fold
The jester always leaves her wanting more
The knave’s play is dangerous and bold
She hesitates...
#love
#passion
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A_Failed_Artist
Poem Published
16th Nov 2022 5:04pm
16th Nov 2022 5:04pm
CREATION OF MAN
The Creator made man in His own image. First, He made Ensio. Then his wife, Amaryllis. They lived at the center of the Earth in peace. When Amaryllis was with child, she failed to cater to Ensio’s desires and Ensio’s desires became restless. A feathered beast came to Ensio crying for help. It said unto him, “Lay your hand upon me, for I am human.” Blinded by lust, Ensio laid with the beast. The Creator punished Ensio for his sins by giving him an egg. He said unto the mortal, “You shall live with the monstrosity you have made.” Frightened, Ensio tried to destroy the egg. He stomped on it,...
#spiritual
#fiction
#ShortStory #mythology
#ShortStory #mythology
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DU Poetry : Story Poems about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction (Page 2)
