Submissions by BaldyBrown (Sordid and Sacred)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Existential and murky blitherings. I find a familiar voice in reverse psychology, the taboo, and brutal transparency. If I write anything romantic or erotic I try to behave like a Keats disciple, a modern mongral of Victorian indescretion.
LOVE POEM
Published
27th Oct 2024 2:49am
27th Oct 2024 2:49am
Aesthetic
You turned over on to your left side, as lies a fetus
There painted before me were your contours
exposing resplendent hints of your hourglass
The subject being framed by your coarsely flowing
raven hair, and by the entire back of your right arm
Other supporting elements spoke from your
benevolent and delicate palm and fingers
There is a single spaghetti strap from your negligee
laying diagonally, aimlessly over your olive skin
pretending to support one of your melons ...
There painted before me were your contours
exposing resplendent hints of your hourglass
The subject being framed by your coarsely flowing
raven hair, and by the entire back of your right arm
Other supporting elements spoke from your
benevolent and delicate palm and fingers
There is a single spaghetti strap from your negligee
laying diagonally, aimlessly over your olive skin
pretending to support one of your melons ...
#admiration
#husband
#love
#Romanticism
#wife
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LOVE POEM
Published
25th Oct 2024 8:21am
25th Oct 2024 8:21am
Three Exacting Words
Today the rains came heavy over the mountain
as a serendipitous gesture upon my dry existence
This evening’s stars in my Asian sky
have conjoined to say something
to this silent pining poet, heralding
The child of your best life has entered the birth canal
Now begins the dispensation of your best life
At first the process will be strident, but this is the way
of all beauty that are born into our world
Breaking free from the present gravity will
build strength, bring perspective and bestow jubilance
...
as a serendipitous gesture upon my dry existence
This evening’s stars in my Asian sky
have conjoined to say something
to this silent pining poet, heralding
The child of your best life has entered the birth canal
Now begins the dispensation of your best life
At first the process will be strident, but this is the way
of all beauty that are born into our world
Breaking free from the present gravity will
build strength, bring perspective and bestow jubilance
...
#love
#relationships
90 reads
1 Comment
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
25th Oct 2024 8:19am
25th Oct 2024 8:19am
Might as Well Try
From the other direction she was calling my eye
It could be an illusion but I might as well try
From Scarlet Begonias, Grateful Dead
“There’s something about this place”, I said to Gisele, shortly after settling into our table. It’s not the menu, and certainly not it’s prices, it’s just the vibe. Indeed, Lay Logum is a unique little venue by the sea, intermingling restaurant fare with Plein-Air painting sessions. We we're there just for dinner… or at least that’s how I entered.
One thing that impresses discriminating clientele is their wait staff. They all...
It could be an illusion but I might as well try
From Scarlet Begonias, Grateful Dead
“There’s something about this place”, I said to Gisele, shortly after settling into our table. It’s not the menu, and certainly not it’s prices, it’s just the vibe. Indeed, Lay Logum is a unique little venue by the sea, intermingling restaurant fare with Plein-Air painting sessions. We we're there just for dinner… or at least that’s how I entered.
One thing that impresses discriminating clientele is their wait staff. They all...
#beauty
#seductive
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
24th Oct 2024 6:25am
24th Oct 2024 6:25am
Seeds
The bee and the flower, how could either know
that because of their little dance the world lives?
Writing words is like waxing one’s carrot, to borrow from a colorful George Carlin metaphor. One sees something and it sets off a spark in the loins. What are words on a page but the end result of the same spark? and what is a sperm cell that is produced without first being a very pleasant hit of dopamine .
This is our process, displayed through a billion variations on the same life-giving theme and force.
But for every word written in this single suspended...
that because of their little dance the world lives?
Writing words is like waxing one’s carrot, to borrow from a colorful George Carlin metaphor. One sees something and it sets off a spark in the loins. What are words on a page but the end result of the same spark? and what is a sperm cell that is produced without first being a very pleasant hit of dopamine .
This is our process, displayed through a billion variations on the same life-giving theme and force.
But for every word written in this single suspended...
#philosophical
#prose
#StreamOfConsciousness #symbolism
#StreamOfConsciousness #symbolism
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Oct 2024 4:56am
24th Oct 2024 4:56am
Fruit Jar Fileflies
I see words, and they see me
It’s true they are sentient, quite
But they will never see
my world through my loins
They keep floating by, ever speaking
never ceasing like tinnitus to my transient sight
Like orphans somewhere never
Their little fingers grope as they look at me squarely
Speaking barely, “nurse me into your light”
just before they are gone forever
So much needless loss
I spill my precious sperms on the ground
and kill my darlings before they become darlings
Their lot is to die in the silence...
It’s true they are sentient, quite
But they will never see
my world through my loins
They keep floating by, ever speaking
never ceasing like tinnitus to my transient sight
Like orphans somewhere never
Their little fingers grope as they look at me squarely
Speaking barely, “nurse me into your light”
just before they are gone forever
So much needless loss
I spill my precious sperms on the ground
and kill my darlings before they become darlings
Their lot is to die in the silence...
#rhyming
#symbolism
88 reads
3 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
23rd Oct 2024 8:19am
23rd Oct 2024 8:19am
Field Notes on Silence - The Door with No Knob
Writing, as with life, is more about listening than writing.
Indeed, “listen” and “silent” are spelled with the same letters
Early February 2024
I recently spent four days in a Thai hospital, receiving excellent care in a private room. I had total control so I closed the curtains, turned off the lights and left the damn TV off the whole time. I tell you, walking away from that little silent retreat felt like the last time I visited my sister in Montana. God, I can’t even remember when that was. People fear silence perhaps now more than since the dawn of...
Indeed, “listen” and “silent” are spelled with the same letters
Early February 2024
I recently spent four days in a Thai hospital, receiving excellent care in a private room. I had total control so I closed the curtains, turned off the lights and left the damn TV off the whole time. I tell you, walking away from that little silent retreat felt like the last time I visited my sister in Montana. God, I can’t even remember when that was. People fear silence perhaps now more than since the dawn of...
#identity
#LifeAsAWriter
#SelfDiscovery
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LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Oct 2024 4:57am
23rd Oct 2024 4:57am
My Beloved Consumer
Asphyxiation becomes you, like unto a vacuum
Always sucking, never consuming enough
Always consuming the air of we in your circle
There are no pills, no cure
Because you are not sick
There is nothing in your toolbox
Rusting there for you to fix
What you think is not broken
I moaned for you when consequence had no remedy
I tried to believe your didactic charms. Honestly
I still don’t know if this is all my fault
Even though they tell me it is not
They say to put on your own oxygen mask
Before assisting...
Always sucking, never consuming enough
Always consuming the air of we in your circle
There are no pills, no cure
Because you are not sick
There is nothing in your toolbox
Rusting there for you to fix
What you think is not broken
I moaned for you when consequence had no remedy
I tried to believe your didactic charms. Honestly
I still don’t know if this is all my fault
Even though they tell me it is not
They say to put on your own oxygen mask
Before assisting...
#disappointment
#escape
#MovingOn
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SELF POEM
Published
21st Oct 2024 8:07am
21st Oct 2024 8:07am
Eulogy for a Bonsai
I have to come clean as I return to see
your ashen corpse and dried leaves
My survival became more important
than yours, but now I feel badly.
Humans choose to love their own selves more
than anything or anyone they choose to love
Don’t believe what they say in their poems
I loved you because you would wink at me
and tempt me to hear the silent moment
I will never forget your beautiful nebari
Funny, I learned that word when I met you
I put you under the cruel sun and fed you
It worked as long as we...
your ashen corpse and dried leaves
My survival became more important
than yours, but now I feel badly.
Humans choose to love their own selves more
than anything or anyone they choose to love
Don’t believe what they say in their poems
I loved you because you would wink at me
and tempt me to hear the silent moment
I will never forget your beautiful nebari
Funny, I learned that word when I met you
I put you under the cruel sun and fed you
It worked as long as we...
#bittersweet
#choices
#disappointment
#FeelingTrapped
#hurt
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
21st Oct 2024 7:42am
21st Oct 2024 7:42am
Worms
What-if will tomorrow be what-is, maybe
Yesterday and tomorrow have become lovers today
because they know they can never marry
Tomorrow’s today is no man’s bride
And yesterday’s worm becomes who we thot
today and forever, until we’re not
The earthworm drinks its love from the soil
and the cankerworm gratifies itself slowly
For this I have learned to be most grateful.
Each of us thinks we decide
but is that right? No, it is this way
because the worms say it is so
Yesterday and tomorrow have become lovers today
because they know they can never marry
Tomorrow’s today is no man’s bride
And yesterday’s worm becomes who we thot
today and forever, until we’re not
The earthworm drinks its love from the soil
and the cankerworm gratifies itself slowly
For this I have learned to be most grateful.
Each of us thinks we decide
but is that right? No, it is this way
because the worms say it is so
#earth
#philosophical
#StreamOfConsciousness #symbolism
#StreamOfConsciousness #symbolism
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Oct 2024 5:11pm
19th Oct 2024 5:11pm
Amphibian
If I ever find my mind agog in heaven
blind as a frog in an earthen oven
I’d hop my ass back down to earth
And see Jack the Clown for what he’s worth
Could heavens exist in the commotion of a threshold
Would sapiens resist the devotion to what they’ve been sold
Through faith I create those things that brings me to believe
True faith will negate the strings on your wings you can’t perceive
I like the crazy notion that every day is nowadays today
I live this lazy devotion that times are always this way
Push my timid tush up to...
blind as a frog in an earthen oven
I’d hop my ass back down to earth
And see Jack the Clown for what he’s worth
Could heavens exist in the commotion of a threshold
Would sapiens resist the devotion to what they’ve been sold
Through faith I create those things that brings me to believe
True faith will negate the strings on your wings you can’t perceive
I like the crazy notion that every day is nowadays today
I live this lazy devotion that times are always this way
Push my timid tush up to...
#mythology
#philosophical
#TruthOfLife
89 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Oct 2024 6:34am
18th Oct 2024 6:34am
I Never Post My Poetry
I never post my poetry
Because there are those who have no ears
To see an invisible big picture
I would have to field a few back-water comments
Swallow them whole and take them personally
Machismo in tone, innocent in motive
Like, when I say
My Skullcandy sends me to places
To a time in point
Cat by my side, in tow
For as long as she lives, she sleeps
For as long as I please, I lay here
Listening
See what I mean?
Now post it, because I lie.
Because there are those who have no ears
To see an invisible big picture
I would have to field a few back-water comments
Swallow them whole and take them personally
Machismo in tone, innocent in motive
Like, when I say
My Skullcandy sends me to places
To a time in point
Cat by my side, in tow
For as long as she lives, she sleeps
For as long as I please, I lay here
Listening
See what I mean?
Now post it, because I lie.
#WritingPoetry
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