Submissions by 123 (tejean)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Feb 2013 2:45pm
8th Feb 2013 2:45pm
Acquisition
Grazing, sat naked
with my bare ass
on the cushion
of a red fur lined stool
in a cheap Versailles hotel
I listen to the mopeds whine past
below my room
I have moutard chips à l'ancienne,
a triangle of Cammembert,
Merlot from a coffee cup
and Johnny Cash on the TV
singing 'the first time ever I saw...'.
I sip,
I smile
and
become 'un petit peu' older
with my bare ass
on the cushion
of a red fur lined stool
in a cheap Versailles hotel
I listen to the mopeds whine past
below my room
I have moutard chips à l'ancienne,
a triangle of Cammembert,
Merlot from a coffee cup
and Johnny Cash on the TV
singing 'the first time ever I saw...'.
I sip,
I smile
and
become 'un petit peu' older
639 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
18th Jan 2013 1:29pm
18th Jan 2013 1:29pm
Chasing death
Love sets you free?
it's the solitude
that drives me to empty;
Yet I focus not on you
but on the last light,
with a firm belief
in mendacity and disrepair
as gravity takes us all away
This is the only freedom I know
it's the solitude
that drives me to empty;
Yet I focus not on you
but on the last light,
with a firm belief
in mendacity and disrepair
as gravity takes us all away
This is the only freedom I know
781 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
25th Dec 2012 9:21am
25th Dec 2012 9:21am
Christmas rain
Awake at the grey of first light
as the rain
on this Christmas morning
is suddenly violent
I get out of bed
pace the house
check all the windows
are fastened
then I return to bed -
and as suddenly as it awoke me
the rain ceases
and then silence
the most complete
and unavoidable
silence
I...
656 reads
4 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
22nd Dec 2012 6:23pm
22nd Dec 2012 6:23pm
Poison
In the company of strangers,
night after bloody night
I poison my morality -
Bourbon whiskey, cigarettes
and ephedrine
we howl in arms against it all
laughing with the vanity
of our remembered selves,
pretending we still can be
who we once imagined possible
then the dance
in darkened rooms
like glowing hollow sculptures
seeing double; we are poisoned
from the inside out
night after bloody night
I poison my morality -
Bourbon whiskey, cigarettes
and ephedrine
we howl in arms against it all
laughing with the vanity
of our remembered selves,
pretending we still can be
who we once imagined possible
then the dance
in darkened rooms
like glowing hollow sculptures
seeing double; we are poisoned
from the inside out
715 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Dec 2012 12:01pm
20th Dec 2012 12:01pm
Anyone's guess
Wrapped up in ivory
against Israel
and the history pits of Babel
every child leaves you
eventually, to silence.
Hiding from it all,
even Carver's "he says, she says";
because facts are stranger than fiction
at the end of the world
when you've put the books down -
and where you find yourself then
is anyone's guess
against Israel
and the history pits of Babel
every child leaves you
eventually, to silence.
Hiding from it all,
even Carver's "he says, she says";
because facts are stranger than fiction
at the end of the world
when you've put the books down -
and where you find yourself then
is anyone's guess
719 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Dec 2012 11:49pm
17th Dec 2012 11:49pm
Farmhouse
At the centre of it all,
a grand oak table
stands maternal. Provider and protector,
breeding slow jealousy
in its involuntary covalent bond
with the scraping heat
of an echoing Aga.
Together here,
the glass boned family
huddles a nightly habit against the dark
in communist arms
Listening down, the sweet children of tomorrow -
curls in their hair,
fresh and anointed by this glow ...
a grand oak table
stands maternal. Provider and protector,
breeding slow jealousy
in its involuntary covalent bond
with the scraping heat
of an echoing Aga.
Together here,
the glass boned family
huddles a nightly habit against the dark
in communist arms
Listening down, the sweet children of tomorrow -
curls in their hair,
fresh and anointed by this glow ...
727 reads
8 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
16th Dec 2012 2:09pm
16th Dec 2012 2:09pm
Street girls
Street girls don't leave any drink
in the glass
and street girls
don't go for a guy like me.
But I love
street girls -
can't get enough.
in the glass
and street girls
don't go for a guy like me.
But I love
street girls -
can't get enough.
690 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
12th Dec 2012 2:55pm
12th Dec 2012 2:55pm
Listening
And I close my eyes
as the heart sinks
slowly. Imperceptibly
deflating me towards
a lower happiness.
In the dark
behind a weak smile, I listen
with all my focus
to a strangers fingertips stroke
and caress ivory;
the key hammer
echoing the chamber
with a precious resonance.
Nothing like the inner peace
of acceptance
as the heart sinks
slowly. Imperceptibly
deflating me towards
a lower happiness.
In the dark
behind a weak smile, I listen
with all my focus
to a strangers fingertips stroke
and caress ivory;
the key hammer
echoing the chamber
with a precious resonance.
Nothing like the inner peace
of acceptance
736 reads
2 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
12th Dec 2012 2:28pm
12th Dec 2012 2:28pm
Hindu smoke
The Kush gambles
it's distance
with smoke and glass
and the white peaks
up high
tell me of a harder life -
While, in the runways
of our night dreams
measured by the Orange count
of City Lights,
the way around it all
is obvious
it's distance
with smoke and glass
and the white peaks
up high
tell me of a harder life -
While, in the runways
of our night dreams
measured by the Orange count
of City Lights,
the way around it all
is obvious
642 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
11th Dec 2012 11:57pm
11th Dec 2012 11:57pm
.......
Garden beauty
.......
Sat in the shade, I'm uncertain
if it's life that's the crucible
or simply this page -
It's hard to say something
new.
The perennial Tulipa;
has it not been described
inside and out?
It's feminine beauty stolen open
for all to see -
or the ladybird beetles'
magnetic mobile armour
being painted as a blood spattered
warning of love
from the lost?
This desert drilled ink
leaks thick onto 20 lines; ...
.......
Sat in the shade, I'm uncertain
if it's life that's the crucible
or simply this page -
It's hard to say something
new.
The perennial Tulipa;
has it not been described
inside and out?
It's feminine beauty stolen open
for all to see -
or the ladybird beetles'
magnetic mobile armour
being painted as a blood spattered
warning of love
from the lost?
This desert drilled ink
leaks thick onto 20 lines; ...
628 reads
0 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
11th Dec 2012 4:42pm
11th Dec 2012 4:42pm
My Advice
My advice.
When the bank calls
hang up
....
There's truth in writing
(sometimes)
and after tonight, it'll all change.
....
More advice,
keep your eye on
what really matters
....
the bottle
the pen
and the women.
....
And when the bank calls
hang up.
I love you
When the bank calls
hang up
....
There's truth in writing
(sometimes)
and after tonight, it'll all change.
....
More advice,
keep your eye on
what really matters
....
the bottle
the pen
and the women.
....
And when the bank calls
hang up.
I love you
717 reads
7 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
8th Dec 2012 00:39am
8th Dec 2012 00:39am
..
:: Liberty :::
Somehow
by drinking
this
black San Fransican
Liberty ale
under the Christmas
tree,
I feel immersed
in stereotype
And it's really
really
good
Somehow
by drinking
this
black San Fransican
Liberty ale
under the Christmas
tree,
I feel immersed
in stereotype
And it's really
really
good
851 reads
6 Comments
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