Submissions by Darkbee (DB)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I try to write poetry on a wide variety of topics, sometimes easily accessible, others requiring a little more thought. I put effort into writing it so you might need to put effort into reading it. I have been published in a few local magazines.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Jun 2011 3:04pm
30th Jun 2011 3:04pm
Father's Day Email
Last week
when I was building
the 'gas bottle house' in Granada,
I thought of my father at that moment
and tried my best to emanate
his work.
I found it easier to build
when I remembered
how he had taught me
to lay bricks even though
they were 'Spanish' not the 'London Brick Company Reds'
he was used to.
By CB (My father) (06/19/2011)
Edited by DB (06/30/2011)
when I was building
the 'gas bottle house' in Granada,
I thought of my father at that moment
and tried my best to emanate
his work.
I found it easier to build
when I remembered
how he had taught me
to lay bricks even though
they were 'Spanish' not the 'London Brick Company Reds'
he was used to.
By CB (My father) (06/19/2011)
Edited by DB (06/30/2011)
714 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
28th Jun 2011 4:21pm
28th Jun 2011 4:21pm
Wasted Intercourse
The object you desired, from what had recently transpired,
were the happenings of unwrapping things,
that should be mostly left unsaid.
I watched with some indignity, feelings that grew inside of me,
with closed eyes, still plain to see
your wretched heart stopped dead.
Your prodding and provoking, saw me nodding, saw me choking
as I stuttered taut, of cluttered thought,
to volcano from my head.
Yet you looked on so cluelessly, despite claims you were through with me
and you have the nerve to observe
that you're the one misled?
...
were the happenings of unwrapping things,
that should be mostly left unsaid.
I watched with some indignity, feelings that grew inside of me,
with closed eyes, still plain to see
your wretched heart stopped dead.
Your prodding and provoking, saw me nodding, saw me choking
as I stuttered taut, of cluttered thought,
to volcano from my head.
Yet you looked on so cluelessly, despite claims you were through with me
and you have the nerve to observe
that you're the one misled?
...
690 reads
6 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
27th Jun 2011 5:01pm
27th Jun 2011 5:01pm
All Used Up
The following poem was written for For Violet's " I want Cliche.. A terrible challenge" challenge.
How could you
cut me into a thousand pieces?
Your heart
as cold as ice.
I thought,
perhaps foolishly
that I might be able to shine
some light and melt that frozen heart
I was wrong, there's no
penetrating your heart of stone.
You shut me out
and put up walls
from which even Repunzel herself
would have no escape.
Don't bother letting
down
your hair.
I'm done being your door mat. ...
How could you
cut me into a thousand pieces?
Your heart
as cold as ice.
I thought,
perhaps foolishly
that I might be able to shine
some light and melt that frozen heart
I was wrong, there's no
penetrating your heart of stone.
You shut me out
and put up walls
from which even Repunzel herself
would have no escape.
Don't bother letting
down
your hair.
I'm done being your door mat. ...
615 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Jun 2011 4:50pm
24th Jun 2011 4:50pm
The Lonely Poet
Feels with the heart of a soulful woman
passionate but caring
the wonder of nature, sunset worth sharing.
Thinks with the mind of a mature man
experienced and wise
like stars looking down from heavenly skies.
Writes with the hand of an excitable child
naive but true
as sure of Santa as the sky is blue.
but the sky is falling.
Feels with the heart of a broken woman
chained to hurt
not all seeds will rise from the dirt.
Thinks with the mind of an aged man
thoughts shuffle around
autumn leaves'...
passionate but caring
the wonder of nature, sunset worth sharing.
Thinks with the mind of a mature man
experienced and wise
like stars looking down from heavenly skies.
Writes with the hand of an excitable child
naive but true
as sure of Santa as the sky is blue.
but the sky is falling.
Feels with the heart of a broken woman
chained to hurt
not all seeds will rise from the dirt.
Thinks with the mind of an aged man
thoughts shuffle around
autumn leaves'...
671 reads
3 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Jun 2011 3:59pm
21st Jun 2011 3:59pm
Citrus x Paradisi
I cut.
The pink flesh bleeds
over the table
to begin to fulfill my needs
compartmentalized
I dissect, piece by piece
as each cut gets deeper
I want the longing to cease.
I can almost taste the bitterness
as it flushes from torn skin
a euphoric release
no longer held within.
I crave.
I am consumed.
Thirst abated
I sigh.
By DB (06/21/2011)
The pink flesh bleeds
over the table
to begin to fulfill my needs
compartmentalized
I dissect, piece by piece
as each cut gets deeper
I want the longing to cease.
I can almost taste the bitterness
as it flushes from torn skin
a euphoric release
no longer held within.
I crave.
I am consumed.
Thirst abated
I sigh.
By DB (06/21/2011)
713 reads
5 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
20th Jun 2011 6:52pm
20th Jun 2011 6:52pm
Isolated Memorandum
He scurried to his photo-less, cubicle, just like any other morning.
When I look back now, it's sad that I recall his well-pressed tweed jacket and thick rimmed glasses
yet, I don't recall his name.
And the brown paper bag; always those ham and cheese sandwiches. He loved those sandwiches.
I asked him to a short, Starbucks half-lunch once. He politely declined in 4 curt words: "No, but thank you."
It's a pity he never came. His sharp, thin lips never had a bad word to say. Never really had much to say.
I remember asking him about family. He spoke very fondly of...
When I look back now, it's sad that I recall his well-pressed tweed jacket and thick rimmed glasses
yet, I don't recall his name.
And the brown paper bag; always those ham and cheese sandwiches. He loved those sandwiches.
I asked him to a short, Starbucks half-lunch once. He politely declined in 4 curt words: "No, but thank you."
It's a pity he never came. His sharp, thin lips never had a bad word to say. Never really had much to say.
I remember asking him about family. He spoke very fondly of...
609 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Jun 2011 11:03pm
14th Jun 2011 11:03pm
Poetic Hangover
The cutting rays of the sun
the morning
reflecting on yesterday's tortured toil
after
poetic crimes against humanity
the night
a blur of playtime rhyme
before
capitulation and regret.
By DB (06/14/2011)
the morning
reflecting on yesterday's tortured toil
after
poetic crimes against humanity
the night
a blur of playtime rhyme
before
capitulation and regret.
By DB (06/14/2011)
735 reads
7 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
13th Jun 2011 2:50pm
13th Jun 2011 2:50pm
My Sorrow, Your Pain
If my childish actions
ever cast shadows
on your gift of kindness
If my resentful rants
ever drowned out
your faint sobs of regret.
If my weeping on your shoulder,
ever made the colors
of your silken, lilac blouse run.
Chastise me,
silence me,
comfort me
more than anything,
forgive me.
Please.
By DB (06/13/2011)
ever cast shadows
on your gift of kindness
If my resentful rants
ever drowned out
your faint sobs of regret.
If my weeping on your shoulder,
ever made the colors
of your silken, lilac blouse run.
Chastise me,
silence me,
comfort me
more than anything,
forgive me.
Please.
By DB (06/13/2011)
1093 reads
18 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
10th Jun 2011 5:27pm
10th Jun 2011 5:27pm
Dimmer
I've never been a
binary button
kind of person.
Forget black
and white.
Shades of grey,
a dimmer switch
is more me.
Often glowing,
to shine on others.
I want to cause reflection
to glance off the cheeks
of others
so that they know
I was there.
I am
there.
I am here.
Occasionally dull,
those rainy days,
listening to melancholy music-days,
leave-me-alone I'm otherwise occupied-days.
We all need some lows
now and then.
Always humming along,
crank me up, ...
binary button
kind of person.
Forget black
and white.
Shades of grey,
a dimmer switch
is more me.
Often glowing,
to shine on others.
I want to cause reflection
to glance off the cheeks
of others
so that they know
I was there.
I am
there.
I am here.
Occasionally dull,
those rainy days,
listening to melancholy music-days,
leave-me-alone I'm otherwise occupied-days.
We all need some lows
now and then.
Always humming along,
crank me up, ...
852 reads
15 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Jun 2011 4:11am
9th Jun 2011 4:11am
Adverse Affects
A night in the bar to celebrate thirty,
many beers later feeling
tired.
blindly walking, "keep off the grass!"
staggering, stumbling falls flat on
face.
Unceremonious thud, falls into bed
unrelenting, pounding inside
the doorway.
Room-mate has returned, lost door key
turns on light, makes it easier to
locate plant pot
over the limit, going to be sick
fetch a bucket, better make it...
too late.
Both pass out, had way too much
not just beers but shots and
cocktails.
wakes up, mouth like a bear trap...
many beers later feeling
tired.
blindly walking, "keep off the grass!"
staggering, stumbling falls flat on
face.
Unceremonious thud, falls into bed
unrelenting, pounding inside
the doorway.
Room-mate has returned, lost door key
turns on light, makes it easier to
locate plant pot
over the limit, going to be sick
fetch a bucket, better make it...
too late.
Both pass out, had way too much
not just beers but shots and
cocktails.
wakes up, mouth like a bear trap...
659 reads
7 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Jun 2011 5:52pm
8th Jun 2011 5:52pm
Drop
I plummet.
Squares of maize below,
and forest green striping chocolate earth.
In heavy air I hang,
up and down suspended
briefly.
Slowly
descending
gathering pace,
terracotta meets terra firma
but I am not afraid,
brothers and sisters surround me.
We are free.
I impact.
Shards of aqua splinters
erupt in transparent fireworks.
This is no bloody massacre,
no tears shed.
Triumphant
with orchestral
synchronicity we reunite,
family flows away.
My work is done,
I pass on the...
Squares of maize below,
and forest green striping chocolate earth.
In heavy air I hang,
up and down suspended
briefly.
Slowly
descending
gathering pace,
terracotta meets terra firma
but I am not afraid,
brothers and sisters surround me.
We are free.
I impact.
Shards of aqua splinters
erupt in transparent fireworks.
This is no bloody massacre,
no tears shed.
Triumphant
with orchestral
synchronicity we reunite,
family flows away.
My work is done,
I pass on the...
635 reads
4 Comments
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