Submissions by Abracadabra
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm just a soul, hooked on magic & poetry sandwiches. My words are fools, dancing as they flirt with the life you give them... & then there's the naughty stuff that wakes me in the middle of the night... one day all that cheese'll kill me.
Never Too Late to Love Again
It's never too late
to love again
if you're brave enough
to try ...
https://tinyurl.com/89nzfj55
to love again
if you're brave enough
to try ...
https://tinyurl.com/89nzfj55
#FallingInLove
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Ransom
https://tinyurl.com/2raxb48y
Maybe you're the dream
I could never forget
while I'm drying my tears
at 3 am.......
Maybe you're the dream
I could never forget
while I'm drying my tears
at 3 am.......
#breakup
#love
#unicorns
141 reads
2 Comments
Life in a Few Words #775
For a starveling mouse
the crumbs in your toaster
are a feast
the crumbs in your toaster
are a feast
#inequality
#unicorns
83 reads
3 Comments
A Merman's Tale
I met the Devil
on the deep blue sea...
https://tinyurl.com/324sw6ks
on the deep blue sea...
https://tinyurl.com/324sw6ks
#fate
#love
#unicorns
104 reads
5 Comments
The Darkest Corner
If God's out of town
living the highfalutin
while the world rolls crazy
growing tumbleweed from the Devil
under its skin
it's a sure bet there'll be hell to pay
when the party's over
and he gets in
He'll be madder than moonshine
spitting out stars
and stomping his feet
until the sky breaks a bunch of bum notes
pouring thunder and lightning
from busted harp strings
with fearful angels cowering out back
hugging the trash cans in cathedral yard
sniffing up all those bodies
left to rot underground
...
living the highfalutin
while the world rolls crazy
growing tumbleweed from the Devil
under its skin
it's a sure bet there'll be hell to pay
when the party's over
and he gets in
He'll be madder than moonshine
spitting out stars
and stomping his feet
until the sky breaks a bunch of bum notes
pouring thunder and lightning
from busted harp strings
with fearful angels cowering out back
hugging the trash cans in cathedral yard
sniffing up all those bodies
left to rot underground
...
#unicorns
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End Times
https://tinyurl.com/42jtznsx
It rained in the desert
until the waters ran high
and washed away sand
for centuries dry
deeper than mountains
a city appeared...
It rained in the desert
until the waters ran high
and washed away sand
for centuries dry
deeper than mountains
a city appeared...
#earth
#environment
#humankind #unicorns
#humankind #unicorns
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6 Comments
Some Like it Rougher
She was the sort of gal
who would slap your hand hard
if you dared to touch her knee
Her old-fashioned churchy values tied
boa constricter tighter than the elastic
holding up her panties
A no thank you
no sex before marriage
no fun in the back row
of the movie theatre gal
no-one had ever got past first base with
but she never said no to a date
and I was never one
to wimp out of a challenge
Walking her home through the park ...
who would slap your hand hard
if you dared to touch her knee
Her old-fashioned churchy values tied
boa constricter tighter than the elastic
holding up her panties
A no thank you
no sex before marriage
no fun in the back row
of the movie theatre gal
no-one had ever got past first base with
but she never said no to a date
and I was never one
to wimp out of a challenge
Walking her home through the park ...
#lust
#sex
#unicorns
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Easy
https://tinyurl.com/yc55mtvx
We did it for the money
but...
We did it for the money
but...
#drugs
#unicorns
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What Kind of Gods
How must it feel
when the will to live subsides
when death no longer terrifies
and hope fades slowly
beyond the cage of time
Is that how peace arrives
or do untold demons wait
snarling war on errant souls
to snuff out dreams
for fools like me
convinced of logic's crime
And why so many
who crave redemption
are born to question
illusion's brittle fate
when fickle truth relies
on threat of hell
or thrill of heaven's bait
What kind of gods
did we make?
when the will to live subsides
when death no longer terrifies
and hope fades slowly
beyond the cage of time
Is that how peace arrives
or do untold demons wait
snarling war on errant souls
to snuff out dreams
for fools like me
convinced of logic's crime
And why so many
who crave redemption
are born to question
illusion's brittle fate
when fickle truth relies
on threat of hell
or thrill of heaven's bait
What kind of gods
did we make?
#faith
#unicorns
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1 Comment
Life in a Few Words #769
Nature knew best until humans took over.
#earth
#unicorns
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1 Comment
Growing Your Own
I popped down to the meaty tree
to pick myself a steak
on the way I waved at cows
busy surfing by the lake
Since the foodie revolution
they haven't much to do
They'd like to learn a language
but their only word is moo
All the butcher shops have vanished
queues for lamb chops are no more
and if your crave is sausages
they grow up through the floor
When you're aching for full English
bacon blossoms taste divine
I collect them in the hedgerows
and...
to pick myself a steak
on the way I waved at cows
busy surfing by the lake
Since the foodie revolution
they haven't much to do
They'd like to learn a language
but their only word is moo
All the butcher shops have vanished
queues for lamb chops are no more
and if your crave is sausages
they grow up through the floor
When you're aching for full English
bacon blossoms taste divine
I collect them in the hedgerows
and...
#food
#unicorns
90 reads
4 Comments
Pigeon Love
I wondered when we met
why those beady eyes were brooding
You smothered me with feathers
and started your canoodling
If only you'd stepped back
and allowed me space to breathe
before you fetched a ring
and got down on one knee
Reading all your mails and texts
would drive a bird to drink
so I've thrown away my phone
and I don't care what you think
I've changed my name and flown
to an island that's remote
a place you couldn't visit
not even with a boat
Next time you're on a date
be sure...
why those beady eyes were brooding
You smothered me with feathers
and started your canoodling
If only you'd stepped back
and allowed me space to breathe
before you fetched a ring
and got down on one knee
Reading all your mails and texts
would drive a bird to drink
so I've thrown away my phone
and I don't care what you think
I've changed my name and flown
to an island that's remote
a place you couldn't visit
not even with a boat
Next time you're on a date
be sure...
#frustration
#love
#unicorns
97 reads
2 Comments
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