Submissions by DecipherMe
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I love to write poetry more than anything in the world. I even break my heart at times to see what words I can generate. I want to inspire deeper feelings. I write religious topics and pagan mythology along with violent happiness and depressed titillation
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Dec 2021 6:46am
10th Dec 2021 6:46am
Woodwind Wonder
A fall of tacks and dice,
a ripping of paper.
The whirling wind upholsters the leaves in an upright spin.
They tuck by the tail and kick like a teapot.
Up, down, fold and around —
prep the grip on the mic
against the moratorium of a tumescent stand.
Shock to my lips — the words siphoned.
Like rafting whitewater,
an air runs from the bridge of that neck.
A tiger, lapping,
breeds relief of the days of asking.
a ripping of paper.
The whirling wind upholsters the leaves in an upright spin.
They tuck by the tail and kick like a teapot.
Up, down, fold and around —
prep the grip on the mic
against the moratorium of a tumescent stand.
Shock to my lips — the words siphoned.
Like rafting whitewater,
an air runs from the bridge of that neck.
A tiger, lapping,
breeds relief of the days of asking.
#romantic
#nature
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Oct 2021 2:02am
7th Oct 2021 2:02am
Cordon Sanitaire
The shade blights oppressive suns.
Here, in the shadow, the ultraviolence is powerless.
Yes, the blight infects. The bark creaks where only pricked for sap,
and the stem is mangled.
But
there is no Other.
That insurgent sky retreats from the ground
(along the rent runs the rain)
in shelter and mold.
The blight envelopes the grown as their real estate envelopes —
and nestles spry maggots like a cradle
away from the scorch
of the extraterrestrials that would invade
the Self.
We will persevere
in...
Here, in the shadow, the ultraviolence is powerless.
Yes, the blight infects. The bark creaks where only pricked for sap,
and the stem is mangled.
But
there is no Other.
That insurgent sky retreats from the ground
(along the rent runs the rain)
in shelter and mold.
The blight envelopes the grown as their real estate envelopes —
and nestles spry maggots like a cradle
away from the scorch
of the extraterrestrials that would invade
the Self.
We will persevere
in...
#identity
#politics
#philosophical
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Sep 2021 11:25pm
29th Sep 2021 11:25pm
Bohemian Engagement
Ever-growling blinds on faith.
Cocoons sheath the teal ray.
Son chipped from asphalt earth,
Woman clipped from fiberglass sky.
Leaves are not grown. They are taken
by those who can't remain.
Hardly an absent mind
is caught along the sparking circuit.
One at rest, one in will
generate force from mesmeric induction.
Quiet rocks are holy.
Rock burns to sheets ...
Cocoons sheath the teal ray.
Son chipped from asphalt earth,
Woman clipped from fiberglass sky.
Leaves are not grown. They are taken
by those who can't remain.
Hardly an absent mind
is caught along the sparking circuit.
One at rest, one in will
generate force from mesmeric induction.
Quiet rocks are holy.
Rock burns to sheets ...
#peace
#meditation
329 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th May 2021 2:34am
19th May 2021 2:34am
To Bite the Sun
Earth:
Equitorial red,
pinch pleat arms of liquid alloy
whip around electric currents,
unfurl a curtain of crinkled colorless waves,
shrieking lashes of Venus' belt against the sunlight.
The cascade of the curtain is steeped in green and violet
faces of spectres and sky dogs.
The rod — a daffodil of hard iron-nickel.
With scant pleats spun off the rod,
the moon's dust
succumbs to the empty.
The sun picks and shades around
the shreds of a veil —
in regolith's scattered charge,
peels off the blocks of...
Equitorial red,
pinch pleat arms of liquid alloy
whip around electric currents,
unfurl a curtain of crinkled colorless waves,
shrieking lashes of Venus' belt against the sunlight.
The cascade of the curtain is steeped in green and violet
faces of spectres and sky dogs.
The rod — a daffodil of hard iron-nickel.
With scant pleats spun off the rod,
the moon's dust
succumbs to the empty.
The sun picks and shades around
the shreds of a veil —
in regolith's scattered charge,
peels off the blocks of...
#identity
#science
#sun
#sky
#metaphor
362 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
21st Mar 2021 1:24am
21st Mar 2021 1:24am
Ovuliferous Inflorescence
A ciphered discharge curled in corn silk,
utterance slips to the lobe,
brushing down to the head of the grain
pourn through a palm.
On a quiet night, you can hear the corn grow.
On a quiet night,
the plasticity of a ponder.
The porous skin
beads by the follicle
in the cadence of a dendrite
enveloped green
hitching up
the shuck
by folded tongues...
Fizzing,
the ciphered emission unfurls
through 16 rows in a citrine bran
embedding the lobe of tasselled silk.
utterance slips to the lobe,
brushing down to the head of the grain
pourn through a palm.
On a quiet night, you can hear the corn grow.
On a quiet night,
the plasticity of a ponder.
The porous skin
beads by the follicle
in the cadence of a dendrite
enveloped green
hitching up
the shuck
by folded tongues...
Fizzing,
the ciphered emission unfurls
through 16 rows in a citrine bran
embedding the lobe of tasselled silk.
#philosophical
#sensual
#symbolism
482 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Feb 2021 4:29am
21st Feb 2021 4:29am
Star Child
Words of lime, mouth of ginger;
tongue of ice, throat of water.
Powder the sun
a dizzy mellow.
The rain drunk stiff,
the street comes softer.
Salty rays on an open eye,
inverted scales of concept —
dim to blind —
and in twilight of state —
citrine twirls opal
on glassing sky map.
Blacken the drum.
Fade keys.
Or else, fall a season below
and cup flower there.
But sweetening the grit in the eyes,
the clock-hands wind around the head
grapevine wire in stray thought
at the...
tongue of ice, throat of water.
Powder the sun
a dizzy mellow.
The rain drunk stiff,
the street comes softer.
Salty rays on an open eye,
inverted scales of concept —
dim to blind —
and in twilight of state —
citrine twirls opal
on glassing sky map.
Blacken the drum.
Fade keys.
Or else, fall a season below
and cup flower there.
But sweetening the grit in the eyes,
the clock-hands wind around the head
grapevine wire in stray thought
at the...
#surreal
490 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2021 10:26pm
23rd Jan 2021 10:26pm
Of All Cylinders and Synergy: In a Matter of Fact
A premise slithered out the door at open
from query vibrant in sharing breath.
"Conclude" might be too fast
and so remains a stem devoid of arms.
Little over the windscreen,
a cloud bundles its threads.
To no end, but they shimmer when a passion lantern traces the linings.
They are blazen, though never burn.
Reassurance is a translucent air-like bird,
a native of the diaphragm,
who migrates in word.
Bless the star child in the glide of a homeward crystal-clear flock.
The...
from query vibrant in sharing breath.
"Conclude" might be too fast
and so remains a stem devoid of arms.
Little over the windscreen,
a cloud bundles its threads.
To no end, but they shimmer when a passion lantern traces the linings.
They are blazen, though never burn.
Reassurance is a translucent air-like bird,
a native of the diaphragm,
who migrates in word.
Bless the star child in the glide of a homeward crystal-clear flock.
The...
#PowerOfWords
#emotional
#surreal #StreamOfConsciousness
#surreal #StreamOfConsciousness
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SELF POEM
Published
9th Jan 2021 2:44am
9th Jan 2021 2:44am
Shattered Spaces, Weary Places
Blooded brain cums in the nasal passage
— finger-paint and tilt in retrograde.
A sun expired before a flower.
The seedhead prays to the ground.
The flash grenade disperses the horizon.
A mind is contused and not fractured.
But
a mind is contused.
The nose congests of iron.
Art is silent presentation.
When spirits took their tongues in rapturing,
future script redacted the syntax succeeding each embroidering of RSVP.
The consciousness stream swells at the dam of the release date
and back-channels to compress a present...
— finger-paint and tilt in retrograde.
A sun expired before a flower.
The seedhead prays to the ground.
The flash grenade disperses the horizon.
A mind is contused and not fractured.
But
a mind is contused.
The nose congests of iron.
Art is silent presentation.
When spirits took their tongues in rapturing,
future script redacted the syntax succeeding each embroidering of RSVP.
The consciousness stream swells at the dam of the release date
and back-channels to compress a present...
#anxiety
#grief
#LifeStruggles #MovingOn
#LifeStruggles #MovingOn
330 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Dec 2020 2:56pm
19th Dec 2020 2:56pm
Blue Flute
You are heart. I am mind.
We are soul.
Waves invert. Their yields disperse in chains of blood stars
that cleave apart the lone sun burning.
Nighttime,
the world has crossed in decline.
The earth has melted to sea.
Frozen Neptune,
give the chill of your scepter of rings.
We are one.
Waves recess. Winds digress.
The impoverished sun is dead.
Crack sky
dome
to an astronomy that drips out a corner.
"There's a quickened spell,"
repeats the psalms of the Pleiades.
"You are...
We are soul.
Waves invert. Their yields disperse in chains of blood stars
that cleave apart the lone sun burning.
Nighttime,
the world has crossed in decline.
The earth has melted to sea.
Frozen Neptune,
give the chill of your scepter of rings.
We are one.
Waves recess. Winds digress.
The impoverished sun is dead.
Crack sky
dome
to an astronomy that drips out a corner.
"There's a quickened spell,"
repeats the psalms of the Pleiades.
"You are...
#love
#family
#friendship
420 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
24th Oct 2020 3:44am
24th Oct 2020 3:44am
Harman and Descartes
The clover machination
quivers
like a pulsar the crinkled leaf.
Wisp, wisp — dulled repulsive rotation,
to an evening; all things set.
Winter burrows in the skin.
Hail stones roll about the follicles.
Where the hot core of moving blood
quells,
that CPU clocks at a high heart
'till removed.
The metal's so damn cold.
—Discovering once one's eye in a vat
when seal spins off the surface thought
and ethos illegible swashes around the dazed isle ...
quivers
like a pulsar the crinkled leaf.
Wisp, wisp — dulled repulsive rotation,
to an evening; all things set.
Winter burrows in the skin.
Hail stones roll about the follicles.
Where the hot core of moving blood
quells,
that CPU clocks at a high heart
'till removed.
The metal's so damn cold.
—Discovering once one's eye in a vat
when seal spins off the surface thought
and ethos illegible swashes around the dazed isle ...
#loneliness
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Oct 2020 8:29am
3rd Oct 2020 8:29am
A Bone of Nickel Coin Unwhole in Troubled Times
Only stone whales breathe by the sun.
To the anglers along the column air so dense it's bathypelagic,
the clouds pare off the heads of the stone whales which breach the ocean.
Snapping air-popped marigolds from a paper bag,
oranging red through the fist of a hand.
The suns don't rise any lower
than the seed heads convecting the flaring tails in a radial indefinitely—
overflown of feathers to the periphery.
Height of station.
The atmosphere lays its knee to your neck.
The concrete density curls the will.
Many are found burst...
To the anglers along the column air so dense it's bathypelagic,
the clouds pare off the heads of the stone whales which breach the ocean.
Snapping air-popped marigolds from a paper bag,
oranging red through the fist of a hand.
The suns don't rise any lower
than the seed heads convecting the flaring tails in a radial indefinitely—
overflown of feathers to the periphery.
Height of station.
The atmosphere lays its knee to your neck.
The concrete density curls the will.
Many are found burst...
#dreams
#nature
#inequality
#poverty
#surreal
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Sep 2020 10:36pm
19th Sep 2020 10:36pm
Pandremecession: A K in Capitalism
Dead metal wilts green. Crippled green crumbles to zinc.
The city rusts in the droplets of a breathing hundreds in thousands,
though some turn to mouth more than allowed to breath
(choked by the pathology or an inequality),
and the backwoods rolls its under-belly to reincarnation,
of disemboweling by its own cutting shears,
in a season where more ghosts to men twist tomato vine.
And the districts feel a turnover in population,
clocking out by a...
The city rusts in the droplets of a breathing hundreds in thousands,
though some turn to mouth more than allowed to breath
(choked by the pathology or an inequality),
and the backwoods rolls its under-belly to reincarnation,
of disemboweling by its own cutting shears,
in a season where more ghosts to men twist tomato vine.
And the districts feel a turnover in population,
clocking out by a...
#LifeChangingMoment
#inequality
#poverty #pandemic
#poverty #pandemic
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