Submissions by DanielChristensen (The Fire Elemental)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
In the beginning, there was flame and the pain of not knowing why we burn.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Nov 2016 9:26am
15th Nov 2016 9:26am
Brother Night
I wrote a few lines under the supermoon.
..
The evening is a welcome friend.
You are kind, perpetual, even of keel and sail quietly across the earth, content not to disturb its slumber, as do I, and so, you rest in the house of my heart.
I carry you in my breast pocket, where you nest in the daylight.
Feel you stir, in depths of dream, where my fingers fall over you, absently, in a soothing stroke.
Brother Night, carry the moon in your closed hands, where, like a butterfly in a jar, she will dance, impatient...
..
The evening is a welcome friend.
You are kind, perpetual, even of keel and sail quietly across the earth, content not to disturb its slumber, as do I, and so, you rest in the house of my heart.
I carry you in my breast pocket, where you nest in the daylight.
Feel you stir, in depths of dream, where my fingers fall over you, absently, in a soothing stroke.
Brother Night, carry the moon in your closed hands, where, like a butterfly in a jar, she will dance, impatient...
874 reads
8 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
13th Nov 2016 10:49pm
13th Nov 2016 10:49pm
Sister Quill
Photo art is "Living Totem," By Mike Rosenberg
© 2016 Hex Entertainment. Published by Hex Entertainment and Gameforge 4D GmbH.
All rights reserved. All trademarks are the property of their respective owners.
There is a Zen saying, "Before enlightenment, chop wood, carry water, after enlightenment, chop wood, carry water."
Went for a walk in the cold dark. The man all sheathed in black, a constant stream of wind, ground wet with shadows.
Stop and stare at what visible stars have thrust their chins from the recessed...
© 2016 Hex Entertainment. Published by Hex Entertainment and Gameforge 4D GmbH.
All rights reserved. All trademarks are the property of their respective owners.
There is a Zen saying, "Before enlightenment, chop wood, carry water, after enlightenment, chop wood, carry water."
Went for a walk in the cold dark. The man all sheathed in black, a constant stream of wind, ground wet with shadows.
Stop and stare at what visible stars have thrust their chins from the recessed...
825 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
11th Nov 2016 7:33am
11th Nov 2016 7:33am
An Unstoppable Force
1473 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Nov 2016 11:28pm
6th Nov 2016 11:28pm
A House of Boundless Recreation
The sky is parched as powder, blue as a cotton dress that slurs whispered syllables as delicate feet beneath its train carry it along halls of fragrant pine, which house lustrous floors of cedar.
All the earth is limned with an illumined corona of brilliant breath. All these scents commingled in effluvient heights of ascendant air, bequeathed of beneficent stars, which ring with tones of living light.
Just beyond the genial umbra of day, stretches the torrential sway of perpetual night.
In a house of boundless recreation, my enclosed breath falls with...
All the earth is limned with an illumined corona of brilliant breath. All these scents commingled in effluvient heights of ascendant air, bequeathed of beneficent stars, which ring with tones of living light.
Just beyond the genial umbra of day, stretches the torrential sway of perpetual night.
In a house of boundless recreation, my enclosed breath falls with...
996 reads
11 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st Oct 2016 6:39am
31st Oct 2016 6:39am
40
https://youtu.be/MV_3Dpw-BRY
Yellow slashes dart through
The circle of headlights
Forward
Swathe
Of illumination
Wind dashes a circuit
Through the
Cab
So, this is 40
Cruisin
Sun Tzu
Smiles as the
Sun sets
Drowsily
West
Weary of drawing
Equatorial
Shadows
Across the dials
When I breathe
Out
Laughter
For Socrates
Who could not
Leave
The beloved city
I know
There was no life
Beyond the...
Yellow slashes dart through
The circle of headlights
Forward
Swathe
Of illumination
Wind dashes a circuit
Through the
Cab
So, this is 40
Cruisin
Sun Tzu
Smiles as the
Sun sets
Drowsily
West
Weary of drawing
Equatorial
Shadows
Across the dials
When I breathe
Out
Laughter
For Socrates
Who could not
Leave
The beloved city
I know
There was no life
Beyond the...
802 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Oct 2016 8:17am
26th Oct 2016 8:17am
Earth. Wind. Sea. Sky
996 reads
8 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
17th Oct 2016 4:16pm
17th Oct 2016 4:16pm
Aftermath of Matthew
October 15th. 10pm.
We are home safe and our home is sound. Walked in by 3 ’O the clock, afternoon sun muted by gray clouds. Windy on the highway and in town. On the phone with cable company by 3:30. Services restored by 3:45. Brighthouse is expensive, but the service is prompt.
The last few days of my time in Virginia, I was calm. A stillness came over my heart, as it does in times when I must summon myself to the situation. I prayed for help and was answered with strength to help myself. This is the law of god.
Woke around 9 on Friday, out of doors around...
We are home safe and our home is sound. Walked in by 3 ’O the clock, afternoon sun muted by gray clouds. Windy on the highway and in town. On the phone with cable company by 3:30. Services restored by 3:45. Brighthouse is expensive, but the service is prompt.
The last few days of my time in Virginia, I was calm. A stillness came over my heart, as it does in times when I must summon myself to the situation. I prayed for help and was answered with strength to help myself. This is the law of god.
Woke around 9 on Friday, out of doors around...
1055 reads
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Sep 2016 5:21pm
24th Sep 2016 5:21pm
The Strength of Law
1472 reads
32 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Aug 2016 9:29am
25th Aug 2016 9:29am
My Left is Underhanded, Act 4 Finale
Oderint dum metuant." Lucius Accius ;)
Published 01.10. 2012
My Left is Underhanded, Act 4 Finale
A Handful of Nothing
Or
So perfect and absurd
..
Top of Form
This is the fourth movement. It is my life.
Prayed eight days for a storm. It is here. I smoke out and call lightning.
Alderaan went the way of the dinosaur. Mowed down by evil demonstrations of fear kill power. ;)
Dishonor is not in defeat, but in losing respect for life itself.
As above
So below
Fight ...
Published 01.10. 2012
My Left is Underhanded, Act 4 Finale
A Handful of Nothing
Or
So perfect and absurd
..
Top of Form
This is the fourth movement. It is my life.
Prayed eight days for a storm. It is here. I smoke out and call lightning.
Alderaan went the way of the dinosaur. Mowed down by evil demonstrations of fear kill power. ;)
Dishonor is not in defeat, but in losing respect for life itself.
As above
So below
Fight ...
850 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
18th Aug 2016 4:43am
18th Aug 2016 4:43am
My Left is Underhanded, Act 3
Published 01.10. 2012
My Left is Underhanded, Act 3
Silence Rules
Or
Our voids and collisions
..
Saw at least 3 cascading
Flashes of lightning in the distance
That raked the sky silently to the east
Must be truly distant
For not a sound
To reach
Me
Here
Fire in the sky, fingers rake the eyes and night together. The image is burned into us both. There is anger on the air that strikes with amplified pressure. All is gathered, alive and aware in the grip of the demiurge who bears witness from where Ursa Major and...
My Left is Underhanded, Act 3
Silence Rules
Or
Our voids and collisions
..
Saw at least 3 cascading
Flashes of lightning in the distance
That raked the sky silently to the east
Must be truly distant
For not a sound
To reach
Me
Here
Fire in the sky, fingers rake the eyes and night together. The image is burned into us both. There is anger on the air that strikes with amplified pressure. All is gathered, alive and aware in the grip of the demiurge who bears witness from where Ursa Major and...
921 reads
13 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
11th Aug 2016 4:02am
11th Aug 2016 4:02am
My Left is Underhanded, Act 2
Published 01.10. 2012
My Left is Underhanded, Act 2
My Musical Talons
or
So much light to see you by
..
I once read of a woman poet, the most important kind of good soul, that to walk into the sea with your sorrow would kill you, or the sorrow. So in 2004 I drove to the shore, shed all possessions and walked into the ocean.
It had just occurred to me
Something
Fun
To
Do
It was the
Middle of the
Night
Water was
Fucking cold as balls even in summer and OMG
Did you HEAR
Of the STORM HURRICANE?...
My Left is Underhanded, Act 2
My Musical Talons
or
So much light to see you by
..
I once read of a woman poet, the most important kind of good soul, that to walk into the sea with your sorrow would kill you, or the sorrow. So in 2004 I drove to the shore, shed all possessions and walked into the ocean.
It had just occurred to me
Something
Fun
To
Do
It was the
Middle of the
Night
Water was
Fucking cold as balls even in summer and OMG
Did you HEAR
Of the STORM HURRICANE?...
821 reads
10 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
8th Aug 2016 1:02am
8th Aug 2016 1:02am
My Left is Underhanded, Act 1
Published 01.10. 2012
Listen up soldiers, TROOPS, because I only tell you my truth once. Today I am going to teach you how to think with b0th hands!
Left hand? Right?
Soldier said? Left-right-left?
I am Daniel Shadow Loveless. Ambidextrous is my genius. I can move anything within my grasp, for power is in these broken hands to think before thought. Give a toss of a stone at us if fear you can overcome. I reach and try but fail to catch stone with right hand. However, I deflect stone. You test my ambidexterity and I will fail your test...
Listen up soldiers, TROOPS, because I only tell you my truth once. Today I am going to teach you how to think with b0th hands!
Left hand? Right?
Soldier said? Left-right-left?
I am Daniel Shadow Loveless. Ambidextrous is my genius. I can move anything within my grasp, for power is in these broken hands to think before thought. Give a toss of a stone at us if fear you can overcome. I reach and try but fail to catch stone with right hand. However, I deflect stone. You test my ambidexterity and I will fail your test...
834 reads
12 Comments
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