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.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Sep 2019 9:41am
2nd Sep 2019 9:41am
No Peace From Knowing
Let those little fingers speak
she said
I am safe
in this better place
free of pain and regret
Tell your Daddy
It's OK
to take as long
as he needs
I understand
how hard it is
See
I'm no longer blind
and I'm happy to wait
until we can share
such beautiful white light
without a worry in the world
our eternity
always together
Tell him
Big boy
don't fret about death
there ain't a lot to it
it's only the price
of heaven
But I...
she said
I am safe
in this better place
free of pain and regret
Tell your Daddy
It's OK
to take as long
as he needs
I understand
how hard it is
See
I'm no longer blind
and I'm happy to wait
until we can share
such beautiful white light
without a worry in the world
our eternity
always together
Tell him
Big boy
don't fret about death
there ain't a lot to it
it's only the price
of heaven
But I...
#grief
#death
#denial #hurt
#denial #hurt
43 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Aug 2019 7:05am
19th Aug 2019 7:05am
Hot Water
And Wales
is now an island.
is now an island.
#environment
51 reads
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Mar 2018 2:43pm
7th Mar 2018 2:43pm
Bedtime
To kipper bye
to kipper bye
you’ll hear the sandman call
sweet song for sleepy angels
wrapped safe in heaven’s shawl
To kipper bye
to kipper bye
the clocks are ticking slow
while moon and stars both smoulder
and lamps are burning low
To kipper bye
on rolling wave where dolphins glide
beneath the seagull's cry
and dreamers dream we'll meet again
all in kipper bye
to kipper bye
you’ll hear the sandman call
sweet song for sleepy angels
wrapped safe in heaven’s shawl
To kipper bye
to kipper bye
the clocks are ticking slow
while moon and stars both smoulder
and lamps are burning low
To kipper bye
on rolling wave where dolphins glide
beneath the seagull's cry
and dreamers dream we'll meet again
all in kipper bye
#love
210 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
20th Dec 2017 9:23am
20th Dec 2017 9:23am
A Knee in the Balls for Xmas
Two fat fingers inside
and greedy for more
He shifts his weight
so she is pinned to the floor
Hot breath
swallows green eyes
scars them desert ugly
as the last white Christmas
melts to tears
plastic sleigh bells ring
and the paper wrappings fall
Sweet Lady E
does her best
to bite and scream
tries to knee him
harder in the balls
But he's grown mad
and blind and wild
is oblivious to her pain
while in his far off
corner of the cosmos
not...
and greedy for more
He shifts his weight
so she is pinned to the floor
Hot breath
swallows green eyes
scars them desert ugly
as the last white Christmas
melts to tears
plastic sleigh bells ring
and the paper wrappings fall
Sweet Lady E
does her best
to bite and scream
tries to knee him
harder in the balls
But he's grown mad
and blind and wild
is oblivious to her pain
while in his far off
corner of the cosmos
not...
#lust
#sex
#erotic
#BDSM
#dirty
290 reads
1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
17th Dec 2017 1:13am
17th Dec 2017 1:13am
Bastard Be Gentle
She put almost all her faith
in God
kept her skirts short
and let her hair fall down past her waist
with no mind for the vultures
who might pester the vulnerability
of a woman walking alone
Her legs were still good
and she knew the men liked to watch
as every morning she strolled slowly
by their bench in the park
While she visited the store
she imagined they exchanged remarks
debating the different styles she wore
carefully noting the hemlines of her skirt
or the color of her stockings on a...
in God
kept her skirts short
and let her hair fall down past her waist
with no mind for the vultures
who might pester the vulnerability
of a woman walking alone
Her legs were still good
and she knew the men liked to watch
as every morning she strolled slowly
by their bench in the park
While she visited the store
she imagined they exchanged remarks
debating the different styles she wore
carefully noting the hemlines of her skirt
or the color of her stockings on a...
#lust
#sex
#erotic #dirty
#erotic #dirty
260 reads
1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
11th Dec 2017 10:26pm
11th Dec 2017 10:26pm
Advice from Ma
Trying Ma’s virgin white
baby doll nightie
(I was never big on
lace or chiffon)
combined with my skinny
brown thighs
a first impression
was chicken legs
and how I wished
my boobs in the mirror
were an itsy bit bigger
but I guess I blamed
Ma for that
At least those nipples
wouldn’t let me down
so easily aroused
perky enough to turn a head
and then start fingers
chasing bikini lines
rather than a scramble
to fondle two fried eggs
Beware a man and his paws ...
baby doll nightie
(I was never big on
lace or chiffon)
combined with my skinny
brown thighs
a first impression
was chicken legs
and how I wished
my boobs in the mirror
were an itsy bit bigger
but I guess I blamed
Ma for that
At least those nipples
wouldn’t let me down
so easily aroused
perky enough to turn a head
and then start fingers
chasing bikini lines
rather than a scramble
to fondle two fried eggs
Beware a man and his paws ...
300 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Dec 2017 9:13am
10th Dec 2017 9:13am
Poor Marlene
These are the birds
that do not fly
my compulsion to write
huddled on this bough
wings clipped
and frozen in time
baring the mask
I dare not defy
For I shall not play your
social game
competing with
I’ll read yours
if you’ll read mine
or juggle my heart
through some maze of minds
when my soul knows
it’s safer
to snuggle inside
I am poor Marlene
and the snow
creates a silence
of its own
that do not fly
my compulsion to write
huddled on this bough
wings clipped
and frozen in time
baring the mask
I dare not defy
For I shall not play your
social game
competing with
I’ll read yours
if you’ll read mine
or juggle my heart
through some maze of minds
when my soul knows
it’s safer
to snuggle inside
I am poor Marlene
and the snow
creates a silence
of its own
211 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
9th Dec 2017 10:18pm
9th Dec 2017 10:18pm
The End of Wifey
My dearest and oldest friend
closest to my heart
seems we traveled together
a lifetime
but it’s time for us to part
I must thank you for your kindness
during troubles
and through strife
I’ll remember you forever
my ever loving wife
And how could I forget
that time you ran away
when you holed up
with the mail-man
in his shack near Santa Fe
It only took a week
till you came crawling back
begging for forgiveness
with his baby
in your sack
I...
closest to my heart
seems we traveled together
a lifetime
but it’s time for us to part
I must thank you for your kindness
during troubles
and through strife
I’ll remember you forever
my ever loving wife
And how could I forget
that time you ran away
when you holed up
with the mail-man
in his shack near Santa Fe
It only took a week
till you came crawling back
begging for forgiveness
with his baby
in your sack
I...
230 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Dec 2017 7:38am
9th Dec 2017 7:38am
Apocalypto
Will it be soon
a world of driverless cars
and clockwork cities
cradled in the bosom of AI
the golden age of free time
where nothing is wanting
and no-one needs to work
Will it be soon
when an angry vengeful God
returns to sate his wrath
casts out evil
rebuilds Jerusalem
and raises his own from the ruins
proving the Bible told you
told you so all along
And will it be soon
you wont have to wonder
if God or the machines
shall be worse
while the moon grows larger
through a...
a world of driverless cars
and clockwork cities
cradled in the bosom of AI
the golden age of free time
where nothing is wanting
and no-one needs to work
Will it be soon
when an angry vengeful God
returns to sate his wrath
casts out evil
rebuilds Jerusalem
and raises his own from the ruins
proving the Bible told you
told you so all along
And will it be soon
you wont have to wonder
if God or the machines
shall be worse
while the moon grows larger
through a...
#identity
#spiritual
#confusion
#SelfReflection
#FeelingLost
222 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Dec 2017 12:44pm
6th Dec 2017 12:44pm
Xmas ...again
I’m wading through the crap of crimble
parading my phony smile
the mince pies taste like plastic
polluting my inner child
While Santa’s abusing his reindeer
faking snow upon the hills
the malls are filled with zombies
maxing their credit card bills
And once again stressed families
panic to share a meal
Thank God it’s not that often
the pudding and goose ordeal
So as our belts begin to tighten
and we’re stuffed with Xmas cheer
would it not be so much nicer
to have it every other...
parading my phony smile
the mince pies taste like plastic
polluting my inner child
While Santa’s abusing his reindeer
faking snow upon the hills
the malls are filled with zombies
maxing their credit card bills
And once again stressed families
panic to share a meal
Thank God it’s not that often
the pudding and goose ordeal
So as our belts begin to tighten
and we’re stuffed with Xmas cheer
would it not be so much nicer
to have it every other...
224 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Nov 2017 4:43pm
24th Nov 2017 4:43pm
Women are from Venus -- Art is from Mars
On this monumental day
of thanksgiving
let us spare a moment
for those great
women painters
never to wiggle a brush
and all those long suffering
downtrodden & suppressed
female classical composers
fated to forgo
their symphonic capabilities
in lieu of trivial
child bearing obligations
and other artless
soul destroying tasks
devised by bloodless
and manipulative men
If only a woman
had possessed the foresight
to throw herself
under the King of England's racehorse
a thousand...
of thanksgiving
let us spare a moment
for those great
women painters
never to wiggle a brush
and all those long suffering
downtrodden & suppressed
female classical composers
fated to forgo
their symphonic capabilities
in lieu of trivial
child bearing obligations
and other artless
soul destroying tasks
devised by bloodless
and manipulative men
If only a woman
had possessed the foresight
to throw herself
under the King of England's racehorse
a thousand...
273 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Nov 2017 12:24pm
21st Nov 2017 12:24pm
All That's Plastic Never Rots
Because poetry
was sucking its own cock
I bedroom bullied
Miss Posh Pants
deliberately stooping low
as she moaned gospels
over the trash
Words
always outsmart poverty
I told her
ending empires
and starting wars
chasing greed
around the block
And then I wondered
is it better
to write poems
about fucking
with the lights out
when people get too hot
Words couldn't
spank God's ass
she said
Get yourself to the store
All your literary roughing and...
was sucking its own cock
I bedroom bullied
Miss Posh Pants
deliberately stooping low
as she moaned gospels
over the trash
Words
always outsmart poverty
I told her
ending empires
and starting wars
chasing greed
around the block
And then I wondered
is it better
to write poems
about fucking
with the lights out
when people get too hot
Words couldn't
spank God's ass
she said
Get yourself to the store
All your literary roughing and...
#hate
#lust
#sex
#God
#dirty
273 reads
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