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
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
5th Dec 2019 4:44pm
5th Dec 2019 4:44pm
The Power Thereof
The pulpit of the exalted
on the back of stained glass of a dragged heaven,
centrifuged from a global body's amygdala,
acts charity of the same exhaustion,
and the heaven is one of blood and muscle spraining.
In the courts of the Commonsense,
yogis and some seers are tried by the 40th years
if there are any secrets for the New Wave to know
for the mobocracy's confidential inquisition into matters that fulfill the empty breathing of civic norms.
The graveyards.
In the dark umbrella, the saints mourn,
but at separate...
on the back of stained glass of a dragged heaven,
centrifuged from a global body's amygdala,
acts charity of the same exhaustion,
and the heaven is one of blood and muscle spraining.
In the courts of the Commonsense,
yogis and some seers are tried by the 40th years
if there are any secrets for the New Wave to know
for the mobocracy's confidential inquisition into matters that fulfill the empty breathing of civic norms.
The graveyards.
In the dark umbrella, the saints mourn,
but at separate...
#religion
#Christian
#spiritual #philosophical
#spiritual #philosophical
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Nov 2019 11:48pm
25th Nov 2019 11:48pm
Paper Locks
On the contrary,
the world is quite dark, Mr. Sun.
In the day, there are still shades,
and they hold to the night.
There is no place where there is only light.
The heart doesn't gleam that strong.
On the contrary, Face of the Overhead,
I have never not seen
and still the blind
catch flashes of light little so often.
The stars bubble up from a frothy Milky Way of clouds
that don't quite cast stone like the earthling ones do.
Color me impressed
that there is still a road at all
under the ones I'm...
the world is quite dark, Mr. Sun.
In the day, there are still shades,
and they hold to the night.
There is no place where there is only light.
The heart doesn't gleam that strong.
On the contrary, Face of the Overhead,
I have never not seen
and still the blind
catch flashes of light little so often.
The stars bubble up from a frothy Milky Way of clouds
that don't quite cast stone like the earthling ones do.
Color me impressed
that there is still a road at all
under the ones I'm...
#hope
#LifeStruggles
#inspirational
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Nov 2019 10:31am
24th Nov 2019 10:31am
Laïcité
Blasted egg of futile birth,
recession of extended remedy.
You see beauty, beauty-full.
I see hollow between those eyes.
The skullcap is no longer wearing my choice,
reverting to a religious extraterrestrial of the realm of Pluto, an illegal alien from the recent dead.
In an esoteric's opinion, the bell is falling pretty hard.
To hear it gold ding down in that weightless void,
and wow, there is floor
at the breaking of its echo across a blue ripple of fluid alarm.
Remind me how this is not a season of wanting
in the...
recession of extended remedy.
You see beauty, beauty-full.
I see hollow between those eyes.
The skullcap is no longer wearing my choice,
reverting to a religious extraterrestrial of the realm of Pluto, an illegal alien from the recent dead.
In an esoteric's opinion, the bell is falling pretty hard.
To hear it gold ding down in that weightless void,
and wow, there is floor
at the breaking of its echo across a blue ripple of fluid alarm.
Remind me how this is not a season of wanting
in the...
#beauty
#religion
#spiritual
#rebellion
#philosophical
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LOVE POEM
Published
17th Nov 2019 8:46am
17th Nov 2019 8:46am
Emancipated Braid of Needs
#mother
#spiritual
#lover
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LOVE POEM
Published
11th Nov 2019 2:16pm
11th Nov 2019 2:16pm
Butterfly Regis
Withdrawn into the sun on the wings of Mercury,
the starlets bow out in turqoise dawnings.
A unicorn clink-clanks hooves around the dwarf's red scale.
A firedrake props on a bridge of white magnetic.
The myths of her tale
are human at birth.
Venus — balloon-like comet
at the whipping exfoliate winds that crown the Queen's Earth.
Capricornus swims above her herd
through the currents shred from her horns, a faith.
I believe at the fall of Jupiter
in crystal vapor rising up from incarnate breath,
as the...
the starlets bow out in turqoise dawnings.
A unicorn clink-clanks hooves around the dwarf's red scale.
A firedrake props on a bridge of white magnetic.
The myths of her tale
are human at birth.
Venus — balloon-like comet
at the whipping exfoliate winds that crown the Queen's Earth.
Capricornus swims above her herd
through the currents shred from her horns, a faith.
I believe at the fall of Jupiter
in crystal vapor rising up from incarnate breath,
as the...
#motherhood
#sun
#stars #mythology
#stars #mythology
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DARK POEM
Published
24th Oct 2019 1:54am
24th Oct 2019 1:54am
The Oversser Bomb
I hear the ringing.
The oscillations of a star born in the grid message 'cross my brain.''
Give me back my desperate and mindul sleep,
with my mouth coated in white droolery.
Black eyes in rest under an overbearing light friend, and a metal in the air absorbs the black of my sclera back into a dark necrosphere.
Rest again.
They could only shoot their rifles through the heads crackling in visceral pressure
as the Alien discharges an electromagnetic illness
that coeleces the...
The oscillations of a star born in the grid message 'cross my brain.''
Give me back my desperate and mindul sleep,
with my mouth coated in white droolery.
Black eyes in rest under an overbearing light friend, and a metal in the air absorbs the black of my sclera back into a dark necrosphere.
Rest again.
They could only shoot their rifles through the heads crackling in visceral pressure
as the Alien discharges an electromagnetic illness
that coeleces the...
#evil
#stars
#aliens #scifi
#aliens #scifi
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Oct 2019 00:28am
18th Oct 2019 00:28am
Sounds Rhinitis
Dust.
Fever, listen. The grasses chirp.
Dust lit the ground.
My ear fell too.
Why does the dogwood fizzle in fog-beat bone?
Trickle up the chest.
I wish
I hadn't smelled the red ones.
The green leaves didn't snag to your nose.
The birds can still ring,
(hear from the highlands further south Florida's gun stun the itchy kneepit)
when your eyes droop monotone
because your groggy throat has swollen bigger than your head.
Dust climbs higher in the moss.
Better we'd hide out the new breeze for now.
Fever, listen. The grasses chirp.
Dust lit the ground.
My ear fell too.
Why does the dogwood fizzle in fog-beat bone?
Trickle up the chest.
I wish
I hadn't smelled the red ones.
The green leaves didn't snag to your nose.
The birds can still ring,
(hear from the highlands further south Florida's gun stun the itchy kneepit)
when your eyes droop monotone
because your groggy throat has swollen bigger than your head.
Dust climbs higher in the moss.
Better we'd hide out the new breeze for now.
#nature
#illness
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Oct 2019 7:30pm
15th Oct 2019 7:30pm
Her Rehabilitation
Sadness is blue that puffs out
in bubbles of paint aerosol burst on the missing sky.
We road this plane to meet your emotion,
but the color phased through this hand.
The rumbling computer virus,
unplugged at the blackened circuit.
As the satellite can no longer catch us here,
we are stranded up on airs.
Step off that aeroplane.
Orange life suit spotted against the calm.
No. The airlock seal implodes
under the pressure of gliding whimpers,
society entangled in the heart of you, Ms. Bomber.
Not...
in bubbles of paint aerosol burst on the missing sky.
We road this plane to meet your emotion,
but the color phased through this hand.
The rumbling computer virus,
unplugged at the blackened circuit.
As the satellite can no longer catch us here,
we are stranded up on airs.
Step off that aeroplane.
Orange life suit spotted against the calm.
No. The airlock seal implodes
under the pressure of gliding whimpers,
society entangled in the heart of you, Ms. Bomber.
Not...
#MentalHealth
#escape
#emotional #hurt
#emotional #hurt
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
25th Sep 2019 2:17am
25th Sep 2019 2:17am
Sabbath Gate
Oh Sun, oh Sun, you devil in the sky.
Sugar men erode in their bellies,
and the green hill fills them fresh in their hulls,
mossing up on abandoned harbor,
money traders with cinnamon and rye
in skins wet of sun.
Our workers of bills in the trees
take to green hilt arms, legs, petrify in bark toward the air.
The still, still world enlongates into her entropy
in growth rings helmed on a tubular bulb.
Change doesn't change, so for this melody,
the embellishments will follow an algorithmic tow.
The static nostalgia on...
Sugar men erode in their bellies,
and the green hill fills them fresh in their hulls,
mossing up on abandoned harbor,
money traders with cinnamon and rye
in skins wet of sun.
Our workers of bills in the trees
take to green hilt arms, legs, petrify in bark toward the air.
The still, still world enlongates into her entropy
in growth rings helmed on a tubular bulb.
Change doesn't change, so for this melody,
the embellishments will follow an algorithmic tow.
The static nostalgia on...
#spiritual
#escape
#surreal
#scifi
#StreamOfConsciousness
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LOVE POEM
Published
21st Sep 2019 4:06pm
21st Sep 2019 4:06pm
Singing on the Highway
Folding the ace into the vocal folds
and down into the pocket of the lungs,
at a spasming navel of compressed balloon
in the satiety from electric alphabet.
Eat her words,
bounce charge out electron sockets to iodine 131 where the birth is clear as scintigraphy
that into your bones her tongue scathes
hairline fractures
of re-education of the hematopoietic stem cells
burrowed shyly in the marrow
to let it bleed
the returned dealer's sentence
and raise two of a kind in the chips, in currency of whole conversation.
and down into the pocket of the lungs,
at a spasming navel of compressed balloon
in the satiety from electric alphabet.
Eat her words,
bounce charge out electron sockets to iodine 131 where the birth is clear as scintigraphy
that into your bones her tongue scathes
hairline fractures
of re-education of the hematopoietic stem cells
burrowed shyly in the marrow
to let it bleed
the returned dealer's sentence
and raise two of a kind in the chips, in currency of whole conversation.
#romantic
#science
#PowerOfWords
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Sep 2019 2:37am
19th Sep 2019 2:37am
Fibonacci's Sequence
Brushes excavate a nacreous glider
sailed
from below sparced out tides blowing over and setting calcium bubble foam one into the other against the propulsion of school fins.
Under there, free falling
beneath capital glory,
with the fibres, rocks and sticks, whatever plastics remain and bone.
Ganglion.
I've shaken tremors of that word,
but never thought.
Detergent gleamed somehow
and drenched in polish,
the spirals slab in queer out on the walls.
Something died, but isn't there.
A cross disavowed from...
sailed
from below sparced out tides blowing over and setting calcium bubble foam one into the other against the propulsion of school fins.
Under there, free falling
beneath capital glory,
with the fibres, rocks and sticks, whatever plastics remain and bone.
Ganglion.
I've shaken tremors of that word,
but never thought.
Detergent gleamed somehow
and drenched in polish,
the spirals slab in queer out on the walls.
Something died, but isn't there.
A cross disavowed from...
#betrayal
#LifeStruggles
#nature
#humankind
#inequality
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Sep 2019 8:49am
14th Sep 2019 8:49am
The Carbonaceous, in Summary of Celestial Cocaine and our Dejection
Mr. Triple Alpha in the soul of Señora Red,
at the shell casings of positron powder...
The methane funneled through pipes from a sealed block real estate of carbon sludging to liquids
at the fill of blooming apostasies of pathogenic relatives of leprosy,
recalling the East Asian to her professor,
"we are all stardust": the mold spotted Klinex and sun peeled lubricant tube
and urban cow patties, where shit doesn't molt into dhalias at the slap of diarrheas.
In the beginning of the age of this universe where our existence...
at the shell casings of positron powder...
The methane funneled through pipes from a sealed block real estate of carbon sludging to liquids
at the fill of blooming apostasies of pathogenic relatives of leprosy,
recalling the East Asian to her professor,
"we are all stardust": the mold spotted Klinex and sun peeled lubricant tube
and urban cow patties, where shit doesn't molt into dhalias at the slap of diarrheas.
In the beginning of the age of this universe where our existence...
#earth
#universe
#nature
#FeelingLost
#apathy
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