Submissions by Freek
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
STORY POEM
Published
8th Aug 2019 3:05am
8th Aug 2019 3:05am
Hecatomb
one hundred oxen sweat
in the Hellenistic sun
odors of coriander
ambrosia in clay urns
carnelian bangles
on many wrists
muscular breasts
arc under tunics
flashes of iron blades
slash through
outstretched
neck-leather
swords become sticky
with liver-hued edges
blowflies swarm
to gurgling throat
carved thighs
drop from the heaviness
of bodies
are cast in the blaze
blister and pop
a roared gale
of ten thousand
forum spectators
only sounds ...
in the Hellenistic sun
odors of coriander
ambrosia in clay urns
carnelian bangles
on many wrists
muscular breasts
arc under tunics
flashes of iron blades
slash through
outstretched
neck-leather
swords become sticky
with liver-hued edges
blowflies swarm
to gurgling throat
carved thighs
drop from the heaviness
of bodies
are cast in the blaze
blister and pop
a roared gale
of ten thousand
forum spectators
only sounds ...
640 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Jun 2019 10:22pm
30th Jun 2019 10:22pm
Odd Idea
it had the hard curve
of a top hat
the spun fog of Earhart’s
propellers
the pits of possibilities
in a new verse
it knew it had
forgotten ancestors
but resembled
that woman
using a metate
and smelled of Herodotus
it was curled like a body
discovered in a Pompeian stable
tranformed to pumice
it played in
the streets
was on a bike
drinking summer
neat by the glass
it was an odd idea ...
of a top hat
the spun fog of Earhart’s
propellers
the pits of possibilities
in a new verse
it knew it had
forgotten ancestors
but resembled
that woman
using a metate
and smelled of Herodotus
it was curled like a body
discovered in a Pompeian stable
tranformed to pumice
it played in
the streets
was on a bike
drinking summer
neat by the glass
it was an odd idea ...
710 reads
0 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
15th Jun 2019 11:37pm
15th Jun 2019 11:37pm
Summertime
I’ll play Porgy today
and you be Bess
my useless legs and big heart
the rolling cart
your cocaine dressed
with hurricanes of catfish row
and a selfish Crown
what a mess
but it aint necessarily so
you know
‘god made us both cripples’
we both want to be Bess
is it lonelier
mending fisherman’s nets
or ducking at low flying buzzards
‘Boss dat bird mean trouble! ‘
you’ve run away to New York
with Sportin’...
and you be Bess
my useless legs and big heart
the rolling cart
your cocaine dressed
with hurricanes of catfish row
and a selfish Crown
what a mess
but it aint necessarily so
you know
‘god made us both cripples’
we both want to be Bess
is it lonelier
mending fisherman’s nets
or ducking at low flying buzzards
‘Boss dat bird mean trouble! ‘
you’ve run away to New York
with Sportin’...
601 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Jun 2019 00:23am
6th Jun 2019 00:23am
City Osprey
She's hidden in the plain sight
of busy public places
an osprey nesting
on the corner eave
of an old hotel she
swoops out over traffic
like an errant rag of news
she watches slithered shadows
of flagpoles wavered
across a set of concrete steps
like forgotten snakes
She waits
for twitching ears
of cottontails
who never do appear
the city osprey knows
her hunting starts
when strung out
headlights ...
of busy public places
an osprey nesting
on the corner eave
of an old hotel she
swoops out over traffic
like an errant rag of news
she watches slithered shadows
of flagpoles wavered
across a set of concrete steps
like forgotten snakes
She waits
for twitching ears
of cottontails
who never do appear
the city osprey knows
her hunting starts
when strung out
headlights ...
568 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th May 2019 9:40pm
25th May 2019 9:40pm
Coming Clean
And why am I assigned
to always come to you?
You have your pick of lovliness
you know its true..
do you dole out that duty
while you stall
for this enlisted troop
to storm your castle wall?
you’ve met your match
in reticence
when you met me
I’ve chased before
and catching fish is never free
the price exacted there
we both know too well ...
to always come to you?
You have your pick of lovliness
you know its true..
do you dole out that duty
while you stall
for this enlisted troop
to storm your castle wall?
you’ve met your match
in reticence
when you met me
I’ve chased before
and catching fish is never free
the price exacted there
we both know too well ...
413 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
21st May 2019 3:13pm
21st May 2019 3:13pm
Bird Watching
naked
without feathers
quiet bird
pimpled with cucumber
cool
don’t doubt
that when you plucked
the plumage from your breast
un-
knuckled
without fists
of flight
abandoned to the altitude
no
feelings risked
the star inside my chest
was left alone
the sun is over dressed
and plays a role
the moon is sliced
in vellum sheets
it knows
confessions come
in quarters
come and go
without feathers
quiet bird
pimpled with cucumber
cool
don’t doubt
that when you plucked
the plumage from your breast
un-
knuckled
without fists
of flight
abandoned to the altitude
no
feelings risked
the star inside my chest
was left alone
the sun is over dressed
and plays a role
the moon is sliced
in vellum sheets
it knows
confessions come
in quarters
come and go
551 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th May 2019 6:58pm
18th May 2019 6:58pm
Forgetting Amnesia
show me how to love
for I’ve forgotten
I’ve put away its blanket
hid its spoon
remind me how all tender things
aren’t rotten
and tables are for turning
do it soon
I tripped up on my fear
about December
when you pulled
back the curtain in my eyes
and I don’t have the strength
and can’t remember
the things we've done
between the hows or whys
they say that love can cross
the widest nation ...
for I’ve forgotten
I’ve put away its blanket
hid its spoon
remind me how all tender things
aren’t rotten
and tables are for turning
do it soon
I tripped up on my fear
about December
when you pulled
back the curtain in my eyes
and I don’t have the strength
and can’t remember
the things we've done
between the hows or whys
they say that love can cross
the widest nation ...
869 reads
6 Comments
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