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.
A Rather Large War
Step forward
all those willing
to make the supreme sacrifice
How many of you
are prepared
not to pass on your genes
to forgo having children
in order that
sufficient room
is available for
the remainder
of the population
on our planet
How many of you
are willing to be
sterilized at once
in order to ensure
the survival
of our species
How many of you
are prepared to deny
your parents
grandchildren
How many of you
are prepared
to relinquish ...
all those willing
to make the supreme sacrifice
How many of you
are prepared
not to pass on your genes
to forgo having children
in order that
sufficient room
is available for
the remainder
of the population
on our planet
How many of you
are willing to be
sterilized at once
in order to ensure
the survival
of our species
How many of you
are prepared to deny
your parents
grandchildren
How many of you
are prepared
to relinquish ...
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8 Comments
Apology to the Planet (for when the roaches learn to read)
So we drank
all
the wine
and we ate
all
the chocolates
even the ones no-one wanted
all
gone
The lid
yawns open
the crumpled tongue of the box
wistfully licks cardboard--
everything gone
Humans don't do sorry
but if they did
perhaps our planet
would've been
a better place to live--
or maybe greedy
was all we knew
how to be
all
the wine
and we ate
all
the chocolates
even the ones no-one wanted
all
gone
The lid
yawns open
the crumpled tongue of the box
wistfully licks cardboard--
everything gone
Humans don't do sorry
but if they did
perhaps our planet
would've been
a better place to live--
or maybe greedy
was all we knew
how to be
828 reads
2 Comments
Much Better
You are in a trance
slowly going under
I'm not sure when
but you'll soon begin
to feel you are floating
Those lines
on your forehead
have all become
as faint as the distance
slipping away
They retreat into calmness
as you float
serenely
Looking down
you see the world below
It is burning
the jungles are in flames
Smoke
is rising
you taste it
tickling your nostrils
Automatically ...
slowly going under
I'm not sure when
but you'll soon begin
to feel you are floating
Those lines
on your forehead
have all become
as faint as the distance
slipping away
They retreat into calmness
as you float
serenely
Looking down
you see the world below
It is burning
the jungles are in flames
Smoke
is rising
you taste it
tickling your nostrils
Automatically ...
#environment
1036 reads
6 Comments
Plastic Heart
Come bleed with me
It's what you want isn't it
Let's rest our ragged wrists
together on this page
and watch it slowly
turning red.
I'd rather write about
the slick of plastic
in the Pacific
but I know
it's not on
your doorstep.
So we'll just roll out
that same old heartbreak
one more time again
even though this pen
grows rusty
from catching all the tears
And maybe that's my fault
I knew I should have
bought...
It's what you want isn't it
Let's rest our ragged wrists
together on this page
and watch it slowly
turning red.
I'd rather write about
the slick of plastic
in the Pacific
but I know
it's not on
your doorstep.
So we'll just roll out
that same old heartbreak
one more time again
even though this pen
grows rusty
from catching all the tears
And maybe that's my fault
I knew I should have
bought...
884 reads
6 Comments
Sea of Sighs
The girl who can't write poetry
is far too busy
looking after her make up.
Fussing with keystrokes all day
leaves no time for thinking
more important thoughts
so sadly her dreams
go unrecorded.
You could say
she is aspiration-ally dead
like a defunct link
no matter how many times
she clicks on herself
non-appearance is guaranteed
and no-one can tell
at what point she will exhale
hard enough
to collapse the house of cards
she has built
for her head to rest on
as her life floats along ...
is far too busy
looking after her make up.
Fussing with keystrokes all day
leaves no time for thinking
more important thoughts
so sadly her dreams
go unrecorded.
You could say
she is aspiration-ally dead
like a defunct link
no matter how many times
she clicks on herself
non-appearance is guaranteed
and no-one can tell
at what point she will exhale
hard enough
to collapse the house of cards
she has built
for her head to rest on
as her life floats along ...
889 reads
6 Comments
Bubble
I'm in a bubble of thought
wrapped in Kevlar
False dawn
is the hungriest time
Everyone chews harder then
but the drill always works
even going home early
has a drill
Five minutes...
and I'm mentally checking kit
Too late for anything amiss
when the cold draught
from the open door
makes the webbing flap
and you never know
who or what is waiting
down there
Thirty seconds...
Could even be a tree
with your name on it
Go!
wrapped in Kevlar
False dawn
is the hungriest time
Everyone chews harder then
but the drill always works
even going home early
has a drill
Five minutes...
and I'm mentally checking kit
Too late for anything amiss
when the cold draught
from the open door
makes the webbing flap
and you never know
who or what is waiting
down there
Thirty seconds...
Could even be a tree
with your name on it
Go!
834 reads
7 Comments
Celebration
I am not fat
I am not insane
I am not dysfunctional
I am not lonely
I am not ill
I am not in love
or out of it
My heart is not broken
I am not disillusioned
I am not lost
I am not a homosexual longing to come out
or a teenager on drugs
I do not live
in a third world country
I am a slave to no-one
I am not angry
I am not complaining
I am not afraid
I am not hungry
or penniless
I am like you
and we are both
lucky to be alive
I am not insane
I am not dysfunctional
I am not lonely
I am not ill
I am not in love
or out of it
My heart is not broken
I am not disillusioned
I am not lost
I am not a homosexual longing to come out
or a teenager on drugs
I do not live
in a third world country
I am a slave to no-one
I am not angry
I am not complaining
I am not afraid
I am not hungry
or penniless
I am like you
and we are both
lucky to be alive
1030 reads
4 Comments
Good as Gold
I'll be quiet in the corner
for the rest of my life
I'll be a paragon of virtue
and a perfect wife
I wont argue
and I wont scold
only for you
I'll do what I'm told
and I'll always be
as good as gold
If the money runs low
and your hair grows thin
I'll always have dinner ready
when you get in
there'll be a drink on the table
and a smile on my face
I'll always look my best
and I always know my place
and only for you I'll be
as good as gold
I'll kiss you in the...
for the rest of my life
I'll be a paragon of virtue
and a perfect wife
I wont argue
and I wont scold
only for you
I'll do what I'm told
and I'll always be
as good as gold
If the money runs low
and your hair grows thin
I'll always have dinner ready
when you get in
there'll be a drink on the table
and a smile on my face
I'll always look my best
and I always know my place
and only for you I'll be
as good as gold
I'll kiss you in the...
969 reads
4 Comments
Fallen Tree Requiem
I place my hand on
your cracked bark
you look so foolish
lying down
after all those years
of proud and tall
just worm food now
with not one leaf to wave
If you could speak
would you tell of
battles with the wind
storm locked nights
and nesting birds
who woke you gently
with each dawn
Those unseen roots
in view at last
such dark mystery
you hid so well
now point skywards
your naked secrets
blinking rudely
as out of place
as a marooned fish ...
your cracked bark
you look so foolish
lying down
after all those years
of proud and tall
just worm food now
with not one leaf to wave
If you could speak
would you tell of
battles with the wind
storm locked nights
and nesting birds
who woke you gently
with each dawn
Those unseen roots
in view at last
such dark mystery
you hid so well
now point skywards
your naked secrets
blinking rudely
as out of place
as a marooned fish ...
716 reads
7 Comments
Immunity
Blind again, those burned out victim eyes
can only stare one way
while you wear your best
trapped rabbit smile
His headlights are beaming in
so every last pore of your soul
lights up like a billboard
nailed on your highway of desperation
and the saddest thing is
you're the only one in the whole wide world
who can't read the message
Not because you don't want to
but because you can't take
the truth between the lines
Since when did you become
a member of...
can only stare one way
while you wear your best
trapped rabbit smile
His headlights are beaming in
so every last pore of your soul
lights up like a billboard
nailed on your highway of desperation
and the saddest thing is
you're the only one in the whole wide world
who can't read the message
Not because you don't want to
but because you can't take
the truth between the lines
Since when did you become
a member of...
939 reads
7 Comments
On the Munch
That all day breakfast
has lasted until ten o'clock
so it must be time for my
first snack
I swear those candy bars get smaller
Better make that two
just to be on the safe side
with a few fresh donuts for later on
which I may eat first
because they taste
so good.
There's a question I cant
answer right now
in the lead up to lunch
as I'm otherwise engaged
in full on snackerama
because I'm on the munch
It's 24/7 munchie mode
and this mouth performs
like a world record holder ...
has lasted until ten o'clock
so it must be time for my
first snack
I swear those candy bars get smaller
Better make that two
just to be on the safe side
with a few fresh donuts for later on
which I may eat first
because they taste
so good.
There's a question I cant
answer right now
in the lead up to lunch
as I'm otherwise engaged
in full on snackerama
because I'm on the munch
It's 24/7 munchie mode
and this mouth performs
like a world record holder ...
837 reads
2 Comments
Down Not Across
I check in to the asylum
about this time every year
It's a comfort to know
that when I leave it will all be over
everything will return to normal
my sanity restored.
The last present
will be unwrapped
the trees and their falling needles
consigned to the sleet
on the sidewalk.
Safe inside,
my room service arrives
wearing crisp white coats and a starched smile
although there's always
the small, gray, plastic beaker
I never...
about this time every year
It's a comfort to know
that when I leave it will all be over
everything will return to normal
my sanity restored.
The last present
will be unwrapped
the trees and their falling needles
consigned to the sleet
on the sidewalk.
Safe inside,
my room service arrives
wearing crisp white coats and a starched smile
although there's always
the small, gray, plastic beaker
I never...
876 reads
8 Comments
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