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.
Huh?
What did I just read
the old guy said
My words are fools
flirting with the life you give them
I said
Sometimes it's the naughty stuff
that wakes me
in the middle of the night
and sometimes
it makes no sense at all
to anyone but me
but there are
over 171,000 words to choose from
so the permutations
are almost endless
the old guy said
My words are fools
flirting with the life you give them
I said
Sometimes it's the naughty stuff
that wakes me
in the middle of the night
and sometimes
it makes no sense at all
to anyone but me
but there are
over 171,000 words to choose from
so the permutations
are almost endless
#LifeAsAWriter
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Chasing a Life
Shake hands with a rainbow
and part of you must know
there comes a moment
when you have to let go
Holding on to forever
only works in the movies
The real world starts
where the subway groans
when 6 am coffee
burns through the cold
Each gray city breath
marks a freedom they stole
from the same crush of nobodies
all paid up to trade their souls
counting every day
every month
every year
while time drowns dreams
for a pot of gold
and part of you must know
there comes a moment
when you have to let go
Holding on to forever
only works in the movies
The real world starts
where the subway groans
when 6 am coffee
burns through the cold
Each gray city breath
marks a freedom they stole
from the same crush of nobodies
all paid up to trade their souls
counting every day
every month
every year
while time drowns dreams
for a pot of gold
#LifeStruggles
#money
#job
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Visiting Time
Chairs like wagons in a circle
hair neatly brushed
tea and biscuits always on cue
recognition lost
but music brings a smile
her firefly drowning
in the fullness of the moon
hair neatly brushed
tea and biscuits always on cue
recognition lost
but music brings a smile
her firefly drowning
in the fullness of the moon
#illness
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Vanity Sites
What the crap is wrong?
Why are we all
so nice-- all the time?
I'm drowning in this blah-blah
of well-meaning sugary sensibilities.
Don't you see we've put a brake on reality
while we wallow in 'poor me'
under puny poet skins
Is our spirit so thin
we can only scream:
'Hands off'
without realizing we're courting dead and dumb
from this time bomb of embarrassment
we're building around ourselves?
The future of poetry awaits
to explode in all our smiley faces
One day it...
Why are we all
so nice-- all the time?
I'm drowning in this blah-blah
of well-meaning sugary sensibilities.
Don't you see we've put a brake on reality
while we wallow in 'poor me'
under puny poet skins
Is our spirit so thin
we can only scream:
'Hands off'
without realizing we're courting dead and dumb
from this time bomb of embarrassment
we're building around ourselves?
The future of poetry awaits
to explode in all our smiley faces
One day it...
#WritingPoetry
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2 Comments
False Spring
This day I watched a bumble bee
while spring proclaimed its worth
though winter sought to humble me
I've cheated frozen earth
Brave trees stand weary, tired and bare
their branches filled with sky
all too soon green buds will bloom
to gladden hearts and minds
But such stirring in the forest
brings sorrow to my eyes
when swept away to wither
on frost's unyielding tide
If only birds could sing in words
to warn them of their fate
when seasons now deluded
fall early or too late
while spring proclaimed its worth
though winter sought to humble me
I've cheated frozen earth
Brave trees stand weary, tired and bare
their branches filled with sky
all too soon green buds will bloom
to gladden hearts and minds
But such stirring in the forest
brings sorrow to my eyes
when swept away to wither
on frost's unyielding tide
If only birds could sing in words
to warn them of their fate
when seasons now deluded
fall early or too late
#spring
#nature
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Ouch!
Pinch punch
first of the month
white rabbits
no return
but a flick a kick
for being so quick
the crazy things
we learned
first of the month
white rabbits
no return
but a flick a kick
for being so quick
the crazy things
we learned
#childhood
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Day One
Tomorrow
we can start again
the first day
of our new life
The war will be over
cats and dogs
will become friends
Politicians will never lie
the sun will shine nicely
and the birds
will sing on time
Technology
will save the world
everyone will smile
and say good morning
like they mean it
No-one will get old
unless they want it
Death and the Devil
will sulk for eternity--
and after he pats us all on the back
up in the sky
God
will dismantle heaven
we can start again
the first day
of our new life
The war will be over
cats and dogs
will become friends
Politicians will never lie
the sun will shine nicely
and the birds
will sing on time
Technology
will save the world
everyone will smile
and say good morning
like they mean it
No-one will get old
unless they want it
Death and the Devil
will sulk for eternity--
and after he pats us all on the back
up in the sky
God
will dismantle heaven
#dreams
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Escaping the Desert
One day we must leave
the exit is the same
but not one of us can be certain
of the path
The answer
perches like a king
enthroned in silence
upon the hard edges of time
where dunes of logic
shimmer promises
to muddle senses
and trembling horizons
conspire to deceive the eye
At the place
where distance and direction
become equal
where good and evil
vie for our choices in life
beyond that
surely
something waits
the exit is the same
but not one of us can be certain
of the path
The answer
perches like a king
enthroned in silence
upon the hard edges of time
where dunes of logic
shimmer promises
to muddle senses
and trembling horizons
conspire to deceive the eye
At the place
where distance and direction
become equal
where good and evil
vie for our choices in life
beyond that
surely
something waits
#LifeStruggles
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeCycle
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A Lesson from Nature
I may as well confess
I murdered Jeffrey
or at least
was responsible for his demise
after he'd been in my care so long
it seemed a terrible end
Every day I'd worship
fascinated
by his hawk moth jaws
chomping relentlessly
on fresh green bedstraw
I gathered from the yard
dutifully cleaning the dollops of poo
while I changed the air in his jar
How fat he grew
truly an elephant waiting to fly
and I waited too
after the shock one morning
to find him changed...
I murdered Jeffrey
or at least
was responsible for his demise
after he'd been in my care so long
it seemed a terrible end
Every day I'd worship
fascinated
by his hawk moth jaws
chomping relentlessly
on fresh green bedstraw
I gathered from the yard
dutifully cleaning the dollops of poo
while I changed the air in his jar
How fat he grew
truly an elephant waiting to fly
and I waited too
after the shock one morning
to find him changed...
#childhood
#nature
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The Longest Wait
Another day waits
the trees sigh for spring
lovers crave summer
while sparrows guard silence
in a huddle of icy wings
and I dream you by the fire
braiding my hopes through your hair
chaining daises round my heart
as time drives the last nail home
into the prison
we'll always share
for you know I have waited this long
have waited a lifetime
for you
the trees sigh for spring
lovers crave summer
while sparrows guard silence
in a huddle of icy wings
and I dream you by the fire
braiding my hopes through your hair
chaining daises round my heart
as time drives the last nail home
into the prison
we'll always share
for you know I have waited this long
have waited a lifetime
for you
#UnrequitedLove
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Conjuring the Next
Through long afternoons
until the last bird's song
bleeds salt for a quartered moon
when fingers rest
and the best of me kneels
to wonder if god will come soon
When the sun tiptoes down
and the lights of the town
appear like stars one by one
wooing the clouds
while the hum of the hills
wonders if God will come
A witch from the woods
is stalking the dusk
with spells to quench all desire
she stoops by a window
watches and waits
gathering hearts for her fire
The...
until the last bird's song
bleeds salt for a quartered moon
when fingers rest
and the best of me kneels
to wonder if god will come soon
When the sun tiptoes down
and the lights of the town
appear like stars one by one
wooing the clouds
while the hum of the hills
wonders if God will come
A witch from the woods
is stalking the dusk
with spells to quench all desire
she stoops by a window
watches and waits
gathering hearts for her fire
The...
#temptation
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The Fire Yearns to be Lit
In library halls
where the sweat of knowledge
hangs thicker than plague flies
and the clocks know everything
In cloisters etched with ivy
where nuns feed the sigh of winter
and embrace it
with willing invisible hands
On the frozen lake
where a child drowned
and the fish escaped
to fight another day
Through mountain clouds
where a meteor hit
In the field of sheep
where a plane came down
for those who lived
and the ones who die
a poet
needs to try ...
where the sweat of knowledge
hangs thicker than plague flies
and the clocks know everything
In cloisters etched with ivy
where nuns feed the sigh of winter
and embrace it
with willing invisible hands
On the frozen lake
where a child drowned
and the fish escaped
to fight another day
Through mountain clouds
where a meteor hit
In the field of sheep
where a plane came down
for those who lived
and the ones who die
a poet
needs to try ...
#WritingPoetry
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