Submissions by AverageJoe (Average Joe. AJ. Joe)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Nothing to see here folks, no bells or whistles, I'm just your average Joe. Ignore the award on my profile. I got it for having a pulse.
Other Whens
i had a friend once who wanted me to build him a bar
unfortunately we stayed drunk
he didn’t buy any wood
i had no tools
and occasionally we got stoned
but all in all it was a very good idea
unfortunately we stayed drunk
he didn’t buy any wood
i had no tools
and occasionally we got stoned
but all in all it was a very good idea
#LifeGoals
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Slices
Tis days not nights which raws the melancholy
When mind smells blood and excoriates the soul
That eviserating black and white of reason which greys all light
And tiresome wander of sleepless night takes flight
Before the piercing, pitiless dawn
Bludgeoned numb from welter of the blows
Hollowed gaunt
In ragged tatters the roll of shoulders bears
Weight, the world, all...and yet
Nothing
Nothing left
Worth befret in one's own eyes
Choler rasps the disposition well
Which, if it could, would lie to self ...
When mind smells blood and excoriates the soul
That eviserating black and white of reason which greys all light
And tiresome wander of sleepless night takes flight
Before the piercing, pitiless dawn
Bludgeoned numb from welter of the blows
Hollowed gaunt
In ragged tatters the roll of shoulders bears
Weight, the world, all...and yet
Nothing
Nothing left
Worth befret in one's own eyes
Choler rasps the disposition well
Which, if it could, would lie to self ...
#love
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Butterflies
We move in this life of dreams
Moments speak, everything
The spirits of the winds
Plants, animals, trees
Connections
Bridges
Some stones fallen
Memories pool
In the ripples below
I saw a butterfly that day
Small, orange, slowly wing
Only to land on the handle
Beside where I stood
I watched, it waited
I slowly drew close my finger
It fluttered, not far
And following slowly
It landed on my hand
No one noticed, just I
Alone...
Moments speak, everything
The spirits of the winds
Plants, animals, trees
Connections
Bridges
Some stones fallen
Memories pool
In the ripples below
I saw a butterfly that day
Small, orange, slowly wing
Only to land on the handle
Beside where I stood
I watched, it waited
I slowly drew close my finger
It fluttered, not far
And following slowly
It landed on my hand
No one noticed, just I
Alone...
#love
#dreams
#spiritual #SelfDiscovery
#spiritual #SelfDiscovery
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7Z
You melt my dreams
As I wake to thoughts I can almost taste
Tangible as the southern drawl of your voice
Memories are life
Like the air I breathe
Wandering lost in thoughts of you
Feelings still beating heart strong
The blue of summer skies
Your eyes
My summer's dream
Born of the hope of love in spring
Blue jean perfection
No make, not made up
Just you summed up in, "Damn!"
Memories these
Life's tenderest mercies ...
As I wake to thoughts I can almost taste
Tangible as the southern drawl of your voice
Memories are life
Like the air I breathe
Wandering lost in thoughts of you
Feelings still beating heart strong
The blue of summer skies
Your eyes
My summer's dream
Born of the hope of love in spring
Blue jean perfection
No make, not made up
Just you summed up in, "Damn!"
Memories these
Life's tenderest mercies ...
#love
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Only
Only the deepest of feelings
Hammers striking the anvil sparks
Emotions which speak between two without words
Knowings
That razor thin line
Silent crossed
And then everything bleeds
I hurt
It screams
I threw my all against the wall
I broke upon you
For you
Racked body and soul
Hauntings
You everywhere
But at my need, where I needed you most
How does light come into a world
To leave it...
Hammers striking the anvil sparks
Emotions which speak between two without words
Knowings
That razor thin line
Silent crossed
And then everything bleeds
I hurt
It screams
I threw my all against the wall
I broke upon you
For you
Racked body and soul
Hauntings
You everywhere
But at my need, where I needed you most
How does light come into a world
To leave it...
#love
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Bits and Pieces 1
The twin shackles of distance and time
Cannot prevent or confine
But as sunlit highlights of your hair
Strays the eye a moment’s stare
So do these too,
Distance and time
To memories' whisper pause my mind
In imaginings…
The breeze is but your breath on my skin
And the sun but dim
To the light of your eyes
And all the world both curve and line
But fades to you
The love that’s mine.
Cannot prevent or confine
But as sunlit highlights of your hair
Strays the eye a moment’s stare
So do these too,
Distance and time
To memories' whisper pause my mind
In imaginings…
The breeze is but your breath on my skin
And the sun but dim
To the light of your eyes
And all the world both curve and line
But fades to you
The love that’s mine.
#love
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Wilderness
It has been said that a wilderness is the part of the garden left to grow wild.
*
What is this place that sadness echoes here as if the broken heart of love?
Has love fallen so far or failed so well that hope no longer rises to sing?
No.
For I feel her wistful longing in your thoughts and in your words.
Hope of love has not died but lies wounded in her sleep,
And you cry not in the darkness for what was lost,
But for what should have been.
Could you have loved more?
Could not we all?
Don’t dwell in a world of...
*
What is this place that sadness echoes here as if the broken heart of love?
Has love fallen so far or failed so well that hope no longer rises to sing?
No.
For I feel her wistful longing in your thoughts and in your words.
Hope of love has not died but lies wounded in her sleep,
And you cry not in the darkness for what was lost,
But for what should have been.
Could you have loved more?
Could not we all?
Don’t dwell in a world of...
#love
#TruthOfLife
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South
Growing up Southern is a privilege, really. It’s more than where you’re born, it’s an idea and state of mind that seems imparted at birth. It’s more than loving fried chicken, sweet tea, football, and country music. It’s being hospitable, devoted to front porches, magnolias, moon pies and coca-cola… and each other. We don’t become Southern – we’re born that way.”
Unknown
*
It’s hot
As I sit outside night drawing down
Humid
The damp of perspiration covers me
As the first stars appear
Through the haze, and clouds, and distant contrails ...
Unknown
*
It’s hot
As I sit outside night drawing down
Humid
The damp of perspiration covers me
As the first stars appear
Through the haze, and clouds, and distant contrails ...
#TruthOfLife
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VIII
She loved him in his strength
His rough boxing around the edges
His gruff not quite gentled
His weakness for her beauty
He loved her in her softness
Her beautiful imperfections
Her calm that seemed so settled
A humor that was so quirky
*
He sat in the stillness and glanced out the window to the darkness which lay beyond. It was early and the sun had not yet risen, and the clouds hid the stars and the moonlight, but this was his time of silent reflection on the fading of dreams and the coming of...
His rough boxing around the edges
His gruff not quite gentled
His weakness for her beauty
He loved her in her softness
Her beautiful imperfections
Her calm that seemed so settled
A humor that was so quirky
*
He sat in the stillness and glanced out the window to the darkness which lay beyond. It was early and the sun had not yet risen, and the clouds hid the stars and the moonlight, but this was his time of silent reflection on the fading of dreams and the coming of...
#love
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Circles
My poems aren't for everyone
Their mostly just for me
They're how I breath
*
What is it about women
That knackers me
Weathered as a dream
Half forgotten in waking
But longed for to be
Cat to my dog
Venus to my Mars
Do we circle or orbit
So near, yet so far
I long to touch every inch of you
Rough hands on soft skin
Man handled
Hair clenched in my fist
Head yanked back
As I devour your face, your lips, your neck
Free handedly groping
No subtlety In the...
Their mostly just for me
They're how I breath
*
What is it about women
That knackers me
Weathered as a dream
Half forgotten in waking
But longed for to be
Cat to my dog
Venus to my Mars
Do we circle or orbit
So near, yet so far
I long to touch every inch of you
Rough hands on soft skin
Man handled
Hair clenched in my fist
Head yanked back
As I devour your face, your lips, your neck
Free handedly groping
No subtlety In the...
#love
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Faye
I don't trust myself with you
Your beauty like the dripping of forests leaves
After the burst of summer rain
The leaves now deeper green and glistening
Beneath the forest eves
With a pitter pat of water
Dripping leaf to leaf
In the stillness of the air
Swept clean with freshening breeze
Deep scented with wet wood and humus
As sun breaks through in scattered beams
Dappling forest floor
As grey clouds drift away
Playful in the half light
And drinking in the shadows
Lies the...
Your beauty like the dripping of forests leaves
After the burst of summer rain
The leaves now deeper green and glistening
Beneath the forest eves
With a pitter pat of water
Dripping leaf to leaf
In the stillness of the air
Swept clean with freshening breeze
Deep scented with wet wood and humus
As sun breaks through in scattered beams
Dappling forest floor
As grey clouds drift away
Playful in the half light
And drinking in the shadows
Lies the...
#love
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A Sailor's Dream
My heart oft times runs on vapors
The memories of lipstick traces
(((Ripples)))
The echo of your thighs
Spreading
Softer than sighs
I sometimes dive deliciously
Into that sea
Drowning
In a sea of dreams
My own, imagined
Your fingers in my hair
My guide
Your siren song
Sweet murmured
Having brought me safely there
At the lapping of the waves
You turned
Twisted
The rise and fall of tides
Precious liquid in your flow
The arc of your waves ...
The memories of lipstick traces
(((Ripples)))
The echo of your thighs
Spreading
Softer than sighs
I sometimes dive deliciously
Into that sea
Drowning
In a sea of dreams
My own, imagined
Your fingers in my hair
My guide
Your siren song
Sweet murmured
Having brought me safely there
At the lapping of the waves
You turned
Twisted
The rise and fall of tides
Precious liquid in your flow
The arc of your waves ...
#love
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