Submissions by AgentStarling (Clarice)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
" No. No, you ate yours. "
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Aug 2017 3:20am
15th Aug 2017 3:20am
Lingchi
It ain't compassionate
It's plumb cruel;
gutless if'n ya ask me
Death of a Thousand Cuts
cut'n her loose;
slow slicin' of Heart
Watchin' it bleed out
hopin' she'll jes leave
Ya think she's blind, naive
but she ain't
She's sufferin' alright;
givin' ya a chance
to be a man
Plunge it deep
end the misery
Before take'n matters
inta her own hands;
Just like Juliette
when...
It's plumb cruel;
gutless if'n ya ask me
Death of a Thousand Cuts
cut'n her loose;
slow slicin' of Heart
Watchin' it bleed out
hopin' she'll jes leave
Ya think she's blind, naive
but she ain't
She's sufferin' alright;
givin' ya a chance
to be a man
Plunge it deep
end the misery
Before take'n matters
inta her own hands;
Just like Juliette
when...
763 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Jul 2017 4:55pm
22nd Jul 2017 4:55pm
Finless Guppy
. Fins to the left
Fins to the right
And you're the only bait
in town
I'm sorry
did Love disappoint ya
by savin' the day
prov'n itself ah real
four lettah word
You, kicked back
in ya pretty little costume(s)
includin' ya friends
pretendin' ta be someone
ya not while jabbin'
at the real poets
with ya comments
try'n ta reek havoc
I'm sorry
was ya appetite ...
Fins to the right
And you're the only bait
in town
I'm sorry
did Love disappoint ya
by savin' the day
prov'n itself ah real
four lettah word
You, kicked back
in ya pretty little costume(s)
includin' ya friends
pretendin' ta be someone
ya not while jabbin'
at the real poets
with ya comments
try'n ta reek havoc
I'm sorry
was ya appetite ...
712 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Jul 2017 2:11pm
6th Jul 2017 2:11pm
Hallelujah and Amen
Ah remembah Sun'day sir'vices
like they were yes'ta'day
" Hallelujah and Amen "
Pre'chure poin'tn his fin'gah
at tha con'gre'ga'shun's
gill'ty looks of ah'voi'dance
" Hallelujah and Amen "
Ah re'mem'bah Mun'day
though don't want to
hearin' a hy'po'crisy of moa'nin
in tha bed'room frum
the pre'chure and ma'ma
thinking I's still at school
They's sum'thin 'bout hearin'
ya ma'ma ha'vin sex ...
like they were yes'ta'day
" Hallelujah and Amen "
Pre'chure poin'tn his fin'gah
at tha con'gre'ga'shun's
gill'ty looks of ah'voi'dance
" Hallelujah and Amen "
Ah re'mem'bah Mun'day
though don't want to
hearin' a hy'po'crisy of moa'nin
in tha bed'room frum
the pre'chure and ma'ma
thinking I's still at school
They's sum'thin 'bout hearin'
ya ma'ma ha'vin sex ...
710 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Jul 2017 11:40pm
4th Jul 2017 11:40pm
Boom-KaBoom
Awl ovah tha skies ta'night
BoOM-KABoom
Tha dowgs'll be howlin'
crowds'a celebratin'
our Indahpendunce
with fiyah'works
an spahklahs
Boom BOOM
Boom-KaBOOM
Tha Native Ahmerican
watch'n on frum they'ah
limited resahvation
peace pipes'a smokin'
Sees tha red ah murder
tha white ma'yuns face
his blue-blooded veins
light up the night
Boom-KABOOM-Boom
Blowin' up tha dahk
like ah fi'yah bal explodin' ...
BoOM-KABoom
Tha dowgs'll be howlin'
crowds'a celebratin'
our Indahpendunce
with fiyah'works
an spahklahs
Boom BOOM
Boom-KaBOOM
Tha Native Ahmerican
watch'n on frum they'ah
limited resahvation
peace pipes'a smokin'
Sees tha red ah murder
tha white ma'yuns face
his blue-blooded veins
light up the night
Boom-KABOOM-Boom
Blowin' up tha dahk
like ah fi'yah bal explodin' ...
677 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Jun 2017 00:32am
27th Jun 2017 00:32am
Sublimations
They ha've tha run o'
they'ah own Heartland
no one can evah trap'em;
they'ah elusive Bein's
always Seein' different
thay'an tha rest
They'ah mature defense
mechanisms resistin'
status-quo dictates
a'ynd ig'norant idiots
"Ugly bags of watah"
rebellin' against societal
expectation to surrendah
they'ah Spirit to tha rules
But they refused to conform
within "acceptable actions" ...
they'ah own Heartland
no one can evah trap'em;
they'ah elusive Bein's
always Seein' different
thay'an tha rest
They'ah mature defense
mechanisms resistin'
status-quo dictates
a'ynd ig'norant idiots
"Ugly bags of watah"
rebellin' against societal
expectation to surrendah
they'ah Spirit to tha rules
But they refused to conform
within "acceptable actions" ...
711 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
7th Jun 2017 1:27pm
7th Jun 2017 1:27pm
Wishin' I could
I've worn morals around mah Life
like a snow white A
startin' young hidin'
a menstrual cycle of virginity
among mah peers at school
while others were polishin'
the back seats of cahs
or metal truck beds
just anywh'yah private
dahk or light of day
There's a code
carved by mountain folk
that anything goes
and virginity is targeted
but I learned young
what that meant
so started rumors
'bout my own self
and some uncle or cousin
who no longer lived
in these...
like a snow white A
startin' young hidin'
a menstrual cycle of virginity
among mah peers at school
while others were polishin'
the back seats of cahs
or metal truck beds
just anywh'yah private
dahk or light of day
There's a code
carved by mountain folk
that anything goes
and virginity is targeted
but I learned young
what that meant
so started rumors
'bout my own self
and some uncle or cousin
who no longer lived
in these...
757 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Jun 2017 00:23am
5th Jun 2017 00:23am
Gumballs & Strawberry Wine
I received the news of mah uncle's
death at tha academy so took mah
leave to pay respects, as is tha way
of mountain folk.
I can remembah the coppah pipe
of tha illegal still
mah daddy and uncle operated.
I remember walking the trail
the wood beneath my feet
unsteady, filled with ants, beavers
and smiling birds asleep
with their hearts two inches
beside them, who were ashamed
the moment they saw the Sun
and felt their blood moving about....
death at tha academy so took mah
leave to pay respects, as is tha way
of mountain folk.
I can remembah the coppah pipe
of tha illegal still
mah daddy and uncle operated.
I remember walking the trail
the wood beneath my feet
unsteady, filled with ants, beavers
and smiling birds asleep
with their hearts two inches
beside them, who were ashamed
the moment they saw the Sun
and felt their blood moving about....
776 reads
4 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
28th May 2017 7:41pm
28th May 2017 7:41pm
Poetry
I'm surrounded by Poetry
I've loved or kicked in the knee
had grapes with at midnight
if it hadn't left yet
If you are a poet then you'll know
you are ready for the Poem
it will happen twice in your Life
Once at a very clean meadow
when God lets go of your body
and your hymen is broken
bleeding out Poetry
You know you don't have to finish
your story then, everyone knows
you can't fly a plane
that your mother has champagne
for words while you prefer blood
They'll shun your...
I've loved or kicked in the knee
had grapes with at midnight
if it hadn't left yet
If you are a poet then you'll know
you are ready for the Poem
it will happen twice in your Life
Once at a very clean meadow
when God lets go of your body
and your hymen is broken
bleeding out Poetry
You know you don't have to finish
your story then, everyone knows
you can't fly a plane
that your mother has champagne
for words while you prefer blood
They'll shun your...
766 reads
7 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
27th May 2017 12:33pm
27th May 2017 12:33pm
Hunting Buffalo
Did you really think I was't ready?
Night after night listening
to you telling me how it's done;
"Don't leave any carcass on the Poem."
The imagery, or what I imagine
I can learn from walking
through the hypocrisy of your rules
You never meant to shoot yourself
in the foot, it came as an interruption
not a Natural ending
to your baseless assumptions
Now I know when to leave the room
drain the bathtub of its sea
Hunt serial Buffalo ( Billy )
and not feel a thing ...
Night after night listening
to you telling me how it's done;
"Don't leave any carcass on the Poem."
The imagery, or what I imagine
I can learn from walking
through the hypocrisy of your rules
You never meant to shoot yourself
in the foot, it came as an interruption
not a Natural ending
to your baseless assumptions
Now I know when to leave the room
drain the bathtub of its sea
Hunt serial Buffalo ( Billy )
and not feel a thing ...
868 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd May 2017 10:48pm
22nd May 2017 10:48pm
Cognitive Association
The body was weighted in the river
with rocks. My ovaries and glands
felt the same after I saw her.
I threw up everything I ever ate
the bathroom door vibrating
from concerned knocks.
He said, "I'll get you a paper towel."
It was a Quick Stop, open 24 hours,
a janitor was methodically mopping.
I stared at his hands, how they clung
to the mop handle. They were dry
and cracked but large and strong.
I was dizzy. It was like I was drugged.
I'd had barely anything to eat or drink. ...
with rocks. My ovaries and glands
felt the same after I saw her.
I threw up everything I ever ate
the bathroom door vibrating
from concerned knocks.
He said, "I'll get you a paper towel."
It was a Quick Stop, open 24 hours,
a janitor was methodically mopping.
I stared at his hands, how they clung
to the mop handle. They were dry
and cracked but large and strong.
I was dizzy. It was like I was drugged.
I'd had barely anything to eat or drink. ...
808 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th May 2017 4:52pm
20th May 2017 4:52pm
Southern Grace
We’ve endured much in our Time
but come a long way nonetheless.
Been labeled
“Yankees” by
the backside of History;
( Rebel is innately ingrained )
Now, ‘Darlin’,
‘Sweetheart’, ‘Honey’
by the 'Golden Boy's Club'
and ill-bred women.
But our undergarments
are not for display – these
“Unmentionables” that
corset the heart tightly
against our breast;
keep it safe against the onslaught
of de-classified briefs who aren’t
so subtle in nylon or polyester;
...
but come a long way nonetheless.
Been labeled
“Yankees” by
the backside of History;
( Rebel is innately ingrained )
Now, ‘Darlin’,
‘Sweetheart’, ‘Honey’
by the 'Golden Boy's Club'
and ill-bred women.
But our undergarments
are not for display – these
“Unmentionables” that
corset the heart tightly
against our breast;
keep it safe against the onslaught
of de-classified briefs who aren’t
so subtle in nylon or polyester;
...
826 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
18th May 2017 8:25pm
18th May 2017 8:25pm
Mountain Mama
Sometimes I return
to West Virginia
to the Mountain Mama
of my mind.
Sunken povahty
black lung'd minahs
my fathah's aroma
filling tha house
with dyin'
'fore his tahm
An' those le'yaft
sittin' in peelin' sha'hells
o' homesteads
they'ah dayabbed-own
accent o'emphysema
a'suffocatin us
who'scaped
moe screamin'
tha'yan a slaughtah
o' innocent la'yambs.
Sum'tahms I return
to West Vah'giniah
though it's hahdly
the "Heaven"
John Denvah ...
to West Virginia
to the Mountain Mama
of my mind.
Sunken povahty
black lung'd minahs
my fathah's aroma
filling tha house
with dyin'
'fore his tahm
An' those le'yaft
sittin' in peelin' sha'hells
o' homesteads
they'ah dayabbed-own
accent o'emphysema
a'suffocatin us
who'scaped
moe screamin'
tha'yan a slaughtah
o' innocent la'yambs.
Sum'tahms I return
to West Vah'giniah
though it's hahdly
the "Heaven"
John Denvah ...
796 reads
3 Comments
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