Submissions by Calamityofgin
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
1st Sep 2021 8:04pm
1st Sep 2021 8:04pm
Giving thought to Snow
Snow absorbs sound
Precipitated noise
Blanketing the world
White
Precipitated noise
Blanketing the world
White
#music
386 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2021 2:42am
23rd Aug 2021 2:42am
Murder Hornets
I have been feeling,
Of late ...
that the Murder Hornets have missed us by miles
And they are sure shot
Tangle with the most like daggers
Leaving an Unkindness of Ravens
Furrowed brow
(If they’d had any)
Over eyes
Narrowed in on outlines in chalk
But figments and scatter
Shadow people
Who stand and walk away
Under the cover of bold sun
It might just be okay.. ..
The newspaper green at its memory ...
Of late ...
that the Murder Hornets have missed us by miles
And they are sure shot
Tangle with the most like daggers
Leaving an Unkindness of Ravens
Furrowed brow
(If they’d had any)
Over eyes
Narrowed in on outlines in chalk
But figments and scatter
Shadow people
Who stand and walk away
Under the cover of bold sun
It might just be okay.. ..
The newspaper green at its memory ...
#fate
#hope
#fear
594 reads
11 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Aug 2021 6:01am
8th Aug 2021 6:01am
Road
To see this highway,
And a vision beyond it
Beside it .. running along like threads that hold the keep
Dirt roads that come to the middle and end
A front door open ,
And shut a thousand times and holding its secrets still..
In my rear view ,
And front.
A haze of dust collected there
My eyes are wide against rest.
A yellow line will spin out hours ahead of me before they find comfort and closure against a pillow
.And the moon and...
And a vision beyond it
Beside it .. running along like threads that hold the keep
Dirt roads that come to the middle and end
A front door open ,
And shut a thousand times and holding its secrets still..
In my rear view ,
And front.
A haze of dust collected there
My eyes are wide against rest.
A yellow line will spin out hours ahead of me before they find comfort and closure against a pillow
.And the moon and...
#travel
508 reads
5 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
14th Jul 2021 4:15pm
14th Jul 2021 4:15pm
King
He buried the blood in the window pane
Living an unclear existence with the restlessness of shedding skin
The flake and fall uncovering a bluish blemish
A pile building
Setting him deeper
Kept in pacing domain
The threads of shoddy carpet
Worn deeper
And nothing to do
On a Sunday afternoon
A deep urge for idle chit chat had set in
The corners of his mouth
Affixed a grimace
Refusing exposure its trespass
Should the window break ..
a heart might beat again
And peel the tape away...
Living an unclear existence with the restlessness of shedding skin
The flake and fall uncovering a bluish blemish
A pile building
Setting him deeper
Kept in pacing domain
The threads of shoddy carpet
Worn deeper
And nothing to do
On a Sunday afternoon
A deep urge for idle chit chat had set in
The corners of his mouth
Affixed a grimace
Refusing exposure its trespass
Should the window break ..
a heart might beat again
And peel the tape away...
#ghosts
452 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Jul 2021 3:04pm
6th Jul 2021 3:04pm
Fire
Eyes unto a path made of coal
Cinders beneath
Tanned bare feet
She will not turn away from the heat
Approaches the scald like nurture
Foremost will
And self defeating
But the thrill...
intense need
And readiness
For the body of stars
And deep pools for eyes
That shine a return to hers
I wish her love
I wish her a whole heart and completion by the spirit
I wish her a formidable burn that comes steady from within
And would extinguish itself
Before damaging her beauty
Cinders beneath
Tanned bare feet
She will not turn away from the heat
Approaches the scald like nurture
Foremost will
And self defeating
But the thrill...
intense need
And readiness
For the body of stars
And deep pools for eyes
That shine a return to hers
I wish her love
I wish her a whole heart and completion by the spirit
I wish her a formidable burn that comes steady from within
And would extinguish itself
Before damaging her beauty
#lust
631 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Jun 2021 4:08am
18th Jun 2021 4:08am
Girl
She walks underneath the sheen
Night fall
Night ache
And a thousand more deserts she cannot understand
Hearing
Foreign voices
Echoing off a rock
Hearing
But not seeing
A star drop
There had been a wind
It had passed over her body like petals
It had touched her so delicately
She had missed its presence
Unable to even entertain
The notion of more
Night fall
Night ache
And a thousand more deserts she cannot understand
Hearing
Foreign voices
Echoing off a rock
Hearing
But not seeing
A star drop
There had been a wind
It had passed over her body like petals
It had touched her so delicately
She had missed its presence
Unable to even entertain
The notion of more
#hope
777 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Jun 2021 5:16am
6th Jun 2021 5:16am
Very human being
It has served some purpose
My human being
My strength in episodic reach
The collaborative effect
Come pheromones to nostrils
That rounds pupils
Breaking out in embrace
Skin to skin for a moment
Though it might chance souls touching
My human being alive
Being proud of her show
Being far beyond anything she once hoped to have appeared
In the other minds eye
Let alone ..
daily plans
Breakfast
The normalcy of toast and butter, jelly
And knowing exactly how we like each other's eggs...
My human being
My strength in episodic reach
The collaborative effect
Come pheromones to nostrils
That rounds pupils
Breaking out in embrace
Skin to skin for a moment
Though it might chance souls touching
My human being alive
Being proud of her show
Being far beyond anything she once hoped to have appeared
In the other minds eye
Let alone ..
daily plans
Breakfast
The normalcy of toast and butter, jelly
And knowing exactly how we like each other's eggs...
#courage
422 reads
3 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
12th May 2021 10:08pm
12th May 2021 10:08pm
Heron
I saw a Heron today. He was flying, with fierceness. Fiercely flying. His head was tucked back into his shoulders, His wings were held in aggressive V’s. He was heading West off the lake at a 45 degree angle fast, furiously... driven by a purpose obviously large. I believed his purpose would be attainable, and hit with attack.
I have never seen a Heron with this particular character. One where I would assign it the anthropomorphic traits of a fighter pilot. I had only witnessed them, in states of calm and silence. Standing like saints, cloaked in ghostly blue, coming into my...
I have never seen a Heron with this particular character. One where I would assign it the anthropomorphic traits of a fighter pilot. I had only witnessed them, in states of calm and silence. Standing like saints, cloaked in ghostly blue, coming into my...
#faith
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4 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
5th May 2021 4:30am
5th May 2021 4:30am
.......
My Father is in the rain
And bends the legitimate lines of my face into curve and artful thought
Stands behind both pragmatism
and delusion
With nudge or gentle hold
I pray I allow my hips his compass
My footfall to align with his
My insecurities
My fears
My wavering doubts
Plucked and given freely to open palm
The artistry in those lines
The enormity in that hand that spreads eternity into the un fathomable
I breathe there
I smile
And I breathe there
And bends the legitimate lines of my face into curve and artful thought
Stands behind both pragmatism
and delusion
With nudge or gentle hold
I pray I allow my hips his compass
My footfall to align with his
My insecurities
My fears
My wavering doubts
Plucked and given freely to open palm
The artistry in those lines
The enormity in that hand that spreads eternity into the un fathomable
I breathe there
I smile
And I breathe there
#faith
561 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
14th Apr 2021 11:00pm
14th Apr 2021 11:00pm
Cherry Stem
What it was, was air tied. What it was, was a fatal, figmented fiber that twisted from out of nothing. Other than a stone cold catalyst. One deceivingly delicate. And on the verge
Of beautiful
On the verge of her lips, her tongue poking between syllables the staccato of foreign music. The staccato of a dance he’d seen in an exotic movie. With cocktails and pastel umbrellas. There were lively birds in the background
Her lips
An aroma of cherries lifted, twisted and turned and lifted. Twisted into a...
Of beautiful
On the verge of her lips, her tongue poking between syllables the staccato of foreign music. The staccato of a dance he’d seen in an exotic movie. With cocktails and pastel umbrellas. There were lively birds in the background
Her lips
An aroma of cherries lifted, twisted and turned and lifted. Twisted into a...
#confusion
470 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Mar 2021 5:09pm
30th Mar 2021 5:09pm
Blues
Into the market square
Brushing along corners
Heady smells foreign
The shattering of red bricks
Imprinted a year
I do not know
The twitch of my nose
Cock of my head
Gathering senses in a good basket
But tumbles out
Bruised fruit
With each step
I am weighed down
Laid down
Low down
Dirtied like the tenants
From shoddy keeps
The list of demands
Longer
The tired in my eyes runs fast away
From stronger
Hoping he’s the wholesome southern boy ...
Brushing along corners
Heady smells foreign
The shattering of red bricks
Imprinted a year
I do not know
The twitch of my nose
Cock of my head
Gathering senses in a good basket
But tumbles out
Bruised fruit
With each step
I am weighed down
Laid down
Low down
Dirtied like the tenants
From shoddy keeps
The list of demands
Longer
The tired in my eyes runs fast away
From stronger
Hoping he’s the wholesome southern boy ...
#music
578 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
17th Mar 2021 3:23am
17th Mar 2021 3:23am
Geometry
I want to confirm this angular notion
My body
This way and that
Aligning with my mood
A spirit seething into the sunset
To hiss and turn with pink tipped cotton bliss
Like down the hint of blue in the wisp
And whisper into it
Turns to seething
Seething Mother
An angular set to jaw and shrug to match
Babe swaddled beneath her slump of shoulder
Matching gaze to gaze up to blue down wisp
The Mother hisses
She wished she had been kissed
The Mother hisses
The babe is kissed
...
My body
This way and that
Aligning with my mood
A spirit seething into the sunset
To hiss and turn with pink tipped cotton bliss
Like down the hint of blue in the wisp
And whisper into it
Turns to seething
Seething Mother
An angular set to jaw and shrug to match
Babe swaddled beneath her slump of shoulder
Matching gaze to gaze up to blue down wisp
The Mother hisses
She wished she had been kissed
The Mother hisses
The babe is kissed
...
#SelfWorth
573 reads
9 Comments
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