Submissions by Atehequa
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Old backwoodsman, poet, artist and storyteller
STORY POEM
Published
8th Oct 2011 3:33pm
8th Oct 2011 3:33pm
Torn From the Book of Faces
Offer up your souls if you will
A need to be embraced and caressed
Seemingly in paradise, feeling no ill
A soul offered up is one possessed
Deep dreams and thoughts, asleep or awake
Ever concerning that of the book
Thus so offered, your soul it will take
Hungry eyes watching while you look
Forsaking family, friends and fishing streams
Forgetting the forest and other beloved places
Once it is welcomed into your dreams
You are possessed by the book of faces
Seemingly a paradise to say the least
Ever open and always...
A need to be embraced and caressed
Seemingly in paradise, feeling no ill
A soul offered up is one possessed
Deep dreams and thoughts, asleep or awake
Ever concerning that of the book
Thus so offered, your soul it will take
Hungry eyes watching while you look
Forsaking family, friends and fishing streams
Forgetting the forest and other beloved places
Once it is welcomed into your dreams
You are possessed by the book of faces
Seemingly a paradise to say the least
Ever open and always...
689 reads
2 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
6th Oct 2011 10:57pm
6th Oct 2011 10:57pm
Far Better Places
For a few days during the spring season
A scattering of the most beautiful flowers
The very ones he came to see so long ago
Down from the wooded hillside
And into a vast thorny bramble
Where those beautiful flowers bloomed
The deeper he went into that bramble
The further away those flowers did appear
Hopelessly lost and moving ever deeper
Scratched and bleeding, the seasons passed
Aside from a few days of beautiful flowering
The rest of his life was that thorny bramble
Scratched, bleeding, never to scab and heal
Those few days of...
A scattering of the most beautiful flowers
The very ones he came to see so long ago
Down from the wooded hillside
And into a vast thorny bramble
Where those beautiful flowers bloomed
The deeper he went into that bramble
The further away those flowers did appear
Hopelessly lost and moving ever deeper
Scratched and bleeding, the seasons passed
Aside from a few days of beautiful flowering
The rest of his life was that thorny bramble
Scratched, bleeding, never to scab and heal
Those few days of...
739 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Oct 2011 3:48pm
1st Oct 2011 3:48pm
Ridge Top Poets
Over the hill poets
And the haters of rhyme
Never having crest the ridge
Having no hills to climb
Always watching the clock
Ever short on their time
Streets, halls, stairs and doors
To the left, or right, up and down
Betting short lives on a rat race
Rising water in a low lying town
The ridge top poets
Bubbling springs atop the hill
Flowing down both sides
Making rhyme as they spill
Words flowing into a dirty river
Lost in murky waters having no appeal
Deemed inappropriately archaic
From a fast forgotten age
Words...
And the haters of rhyme
Never having crest the ridge
Having no hills to climb
Always watching the clock
Ever short on their time
Streets, halls, stairs and doors
To the left, or right, up and down
Betting short lives on a rat race
Rising water in a low lying town
The ridge top poets
Bubbling springs atop the hill
Flowing down both sides
Making rhyme as they spill
Words flowing into a dirty river
Lost in murky waters having no appeal
Deemed inappropriately archaic
From a fast forgotten age
Words...
614 reads
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
1st Oct 2011 3:04pm
1st Oct 2011 3:04pm
The Flyer
Fully charged and all but bare
Aside from the bird tied in his hair
Skillfully preserved with wings spread
Dancing around the fire, he sings
His arms out like soaring wings
A journey to the realm of the dead
Another memory from so long ago
I can clearly remember the fire’s glow
Magical night in a wild and remote place
From there to here, into another time
Scratched upon paper, put into rhyme
Fading from the page, leaving no trace
From here to there, ever going somewhere
No bonds to break, no...
Aside from the bird tied in his hair
Skillfully preserved with wings spread
Dancing around the fire, he sings
His arms out like soaring wings
A journey to the realm of the dead
Another memory from so long ago
I can clearly remember the fire’s glow
Magical night in a wild and remote place
From there to here, into another time
Scratched upon paper, put into rhyme
Fading from the page, leaving no trace
From here to there, ever going somewhere
No bonds to break, no...
700 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Sep 2011 4:28pm
18th Sep 2011 4:28pm
To These Blue Hills !
To these blue hills !” We raised a cheer
Camped above the lake beneath the silver moon
Cups raised we added - “Forever to be here !”
One of many cheers since late afternoon
Fine spirits flowed like mountain streams
Into another morning arriving all too soon
Golden glow of our fire and silver moon beams
The occasional mirthful howl and glassy-eyed gleams
Forest covered ridges and a flooded vale
Highland vistas forever remaining the same
Deep in these dark Appalachians, beyond the pale
Moonbeams tinge well with our campfire flame
Illuminating...
Camped above the lake beneath the silver moon
Cups raised we added - “Forever to be here !”
One of many cheers since late afternoon
Fine spirits flowed like mountain streams
Into another morning arriving all too soon
Golden glow of our fire and silver moon beams
The occasional mirthful howl and glassy-eyed gleams
Forest covered ridges and a flooded vale
Highland vistas forever remaining the same
Deep in these dark Appalachians, beyond the pale
Moonbeams tinge well with our campfire flame
Illuminating...
695 reads
1 Comment
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
18th Sep 2011 2:37pm
18th Sep 2011 2:37pm
A Kestrel Perched and The Wildcat Cries
A Kestrel Perched
Acceptance hinging upon rejection
Amused by this mute toleration
A kestrel perched upon the signpost
In front of the house of god
Across the street from his golden calf
Where souls are bought and sold
Faith foully flowering into financial gain
Faddish falsehoods and all other hype
Or to be shunned by those of that type
An honor that gold can never buy
Perched upon a signpost waiting for nothing
A world closely viewed, yet so far away
Of polls, tolls, competition, promotion and failure
Money changers spilling...
Acceptance hinging upon rejection
Amused by this mute toleration
A kestrel perched upon the signpost
In front of the house of god
Across the street from his golden calf
Where souls are bought and sold
Faith foully flowering into financial gain
Faddish falsehoods and all other hype
Or to be shunned by those of that type
An honor that gold can never buy
Perched upon a signpost waiting for nothing
A world closely viewed, yet so far away
Of polls, tolls, competition, promotion and failure
Money changers spilling...
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SELF POEM
Published
15th Sep 2011 11:40pm
15th Sep 2011 11:40pm
The Battlefield
Relentless in the methods you use
A siege lasting longer than that of Troy
Any day of peace is only a ruse
Precursor of what you will next employ
I know by now you will never yield
As your only love is the battlefield
I have heard your accursed war horns sound
Ever baiting me to join in battle
I have watched you fuck on bloody ground
In between your taunts and saber rattle
Never mindful of this war’s full extent
As past victories have made you overconfident
I will sadly question such a life
Seemingly at it’s best during a fight...
A siege lasting longer than that of Troy
Any day of peace is only a ruse
Precursor of what you will next employ
I know by now you will never yield
As your only love is the battlefield
I have heard your accursed war horns sound
Ever baiting me to join in battle
I have watched you fuck on bloody ground
In between your taunts and saber rattle
Never mindful of this war’s full extent
As past victories have made you overconfident
I will sadly question such a life
Seemingly at it’s best during a fight...
708 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Sep 2011 1:10am
15th Sep 2011 1:10am
Good Stretch of River
Standing by a good stretch of River
Densely wooded on either side
Cold, clear swift moving water
Between falls and above settlement
Old river flowing I am yours
Just as the heron, dace and trout
Knowing not words, but only sounds
It is said such places hold no desire
Having no spirit, having no purpose
Being held in compliance to man’s will
Upon more level ground below the falls
Man’s will put into play is sorely evident
It’s good to stand upon un-level ground
Clear cold fast flow, not hearing a sound
Other than that of the...
Densely wooded on either side
Cold, clear swift moving water
Between falls and above settlement
Old river flowing I am yours
Just as the heron, dace and trout
Knowing not words, but only sounds
It is said such places hold no desire
Having no spirit, having no purpose
Being held in compliance to man’s will
Upon more level ground below the falls
Man’s will put into play is sorely evident
It’s good to stand upon un-level ground
Clear cold fast flow, not hearing a sound
Other than that of the...
562 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
15th Sep 2011 00:58am
15th Sep 2011 00:58am
COME HOLD ME IN THESE WATERS
In days of wandering far and wide
Alone upon paths he had never walked
Across lush valleys and over steep ridges
Fording rivers and skirting the swamps
From atop this mountain he wanted to know -
What was drawing him down to that valley below ?
Drawing him away from where he would go
Swiftly descending upon an easy path
Unknown birds warbling strange songs
Exotic blossoms never had he seen before
Huge trees covered in jade hued leaves
Obscuring the ridge from where he came
Shading a river he knew not it's name
Unlike other valleys...
Alone upon paths he had never walked
Across lush valleys and over steep ridges
Fording rivers and skirting the swamps
From atop this mountain he wanted to know -
What was drawing him down to that valley below ?
Drawing him away from where he would go
Swiftly descending upon an easy path
Unknown birds warbling strange songs
Exotic blossoms never had he seen before
Huge trees covered in jade hued leaves
Obscuring the ridge from where he came
Shading a river he knew not it's name
Unlike other valleys...
802 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
13th Sep 2011 6:27pm
13th Sep 2011 6:27pm
Object of Pleasure
The palatine lolled upon his bed
His good faith drowning in wine
Setting a fine example, this provincial head
Was being entertained by his concubine
The epitome of self indulgence, he sat
A jeweled gold cup in his hand
Just another fat and haughty Roman rat
For too long they have infested this land
With eyes as blue as the Thracian sky
She stared blankly at the marble wall
A slave whose free spirit would never die
Along with empire’s decline and fall
She slept with him, but he loved her not
To him she was another object of...
His good faith drowning in wine
Setting a fine example, this provincial head
Was being entertained by his concubine
The epitome of self indulgence, he sat
A jeweled gold cup in his hand
Just another fat and haughty Roman rat
For too long they have infested this land
With eyes as blue as the Thracian sky
She stared blankly at the marble wall
A slave whose free spirit would never die
Along with empire’s decline and fall
She slept with him, but he loved her not
To him she was another object of...
774 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Sep 2011 3:06am
12th Sep 2011 3:06am
Under the Silver Moon
Come frolic with me all through the day
Into night under the silver moon
Take a chance and come this way
Should I expect your visit soon ?
Take my hand and walk with me
A bed of soft grass we’ll share
I’ll make you wild and set you free
From your every little care
In passionate bliss I taste your lips
Into the west the sun has sunk
In sweet embrace time slowly slips
And you’ll look even lovelier once I’m drunk
Into night under the silver moon
Take a chance and come this way
Should I expect your visit soon ?
Take my hand and walk with me
A bed of soft grass we’ll share
I’ll make you wild and set you free
From your every little care
In passionate bliss I taste your lips
Into the west the sun has sunk
In sweet embrace time slowly slips
And you’ll look even lovelier once I’m drunk
766 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
12th Sep 2011 2:46am
12th Sep 2011 2:46am
By the Monongahela
Drifting about by the Monongahela
Gun smoke and the scent of gore
Victorious howls ripping the air
Into black nothingness, dead eyes stare
Battlefield spoils are plucked from the slain
Muskets, shot, powder and swords
Food, liquor and captive camp followers
Wounded soldiers, faces blackened for the stake
Continuing on with Braddock a fatal mistake
A captured Cherokee scout singing his death song
He should of turned back with those other
Wise older warriors, returning to Tennessee
Young and eager for the honors of war
In a land he...
Gun smoke and the scent of gore
Victorious howls ripping the air
Into black nothingness, dead eyes stare
Battlefield spoils are plucked from the slain
Muskets, shot, powder and swords
Food, liquor and captive camp followers
Wounded soldiers, faces blackened for the stake
Continuing on with Braddock a fatal mistake
A captured Cherokee scout singing his death song
He should of turned back with those other
Wise older warriors, returning to Tennessee
Young and eager for the honors of war
In a land he...
708 reads
0 Comments
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