Submissions by Gahddess_Worship (Osomajestuoso)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Writing poetry is the catalyst in my quest for authenticity and the conduit through which I express my deepest thoughts and emotions.
Can't-Face-The-Day Cure
Dance to the euphoric beat
with Snoopy, Charlie, Linus, and Lucy
smooth Jazz and Christmas feeling
heads bobbing, shuffling feet
arms shaking off cares of the world
standing bass guide us into the day
piano send us singing on our way
drums rat-a-tat us into action
life is not such a bad thing
as long as I remember
to sing, sing, sing
who cares if you look like a ding-a-ling
whether in public
or within your four walls
dance with carefree abandon
have yourself a ball
with Snoopy, Charlie, Linus, and Lucy
smooth Jazz and Christmas feeling
heads bobbing, shuffling feet
arms shaking off cares of the world
standing bass guide us into the day
piano send us singing on our way
drums rat-a-tat us into action
life is not such a bad thing
as long as I remember
to sing, sing, sing
who cares if you look like a ding-a-ling
whether in public
or within your four walls
dance with carefree abandon
have yourself a ball
#dance
#happiness
#inspirational
#music
#uplifting
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Pre-Web Years: Social Media
My childhood social media
could be measured in inches
all colored, rectangular magazines
some as big as 10 1/2" x 14"
and as small as 5 ½” x 7 ½”
delivered every month
by hardy, blue uniformed postal carriers
One favorite,
“Sunset” was in our home a staple
a pretty thick, glossy depiction
of how the best American westerners live
perhaps in a replica,
upscale Hopi Pueblo style compound
appropriately located in the Painted Desert
cacti, tumbleweeds. Lizards on the ground
kaleidoscopic...
could be measured in inches
all colored, rectangular magazines
some as big as 10 1/2" x 14"
and as small as 5 ½” x 7 ½”
delivered every month
by hardy, blue uniformed postal carriers
One favorite,
“Sunset” was in our home a staple
a pretty thick, glossy depiction
of how the best American westerners live
perhaps in a replica,
upscale Hopi Pueblo style compound
appropriately located in the Painted Desert
cacti, tumbleweeds. Lizards on the ground
kaleidoscopic...
#childhood
#memories
#reading #SelfDiscovery
#reading #SelfDiscovery
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Pre-Web Years: Browser
Browsing for knowledge
as a child of the 1970's
was a magical sensorial adventure
the most up-to-date data,
at my fingertips,
current to the early sixties,
made all the more accessible
on the lowest bookshelf
in a 100 pound collection
of Coliers Encyclopedias,
such a whimsical word
for an eight-year-old to say
On any given Summer's day
I'd forego outside play
and in my PJ's stay
selecting one of the hefty,
black, red-labeled tomes
their alphabetical range
in gold letters on the...
as a child of the 1970's
was a magical sensorial adventure
the most up-to-date data,
at my fingertips,
current to the early sixties,
made all the more accessible
on the lowest bookshelf
in a 100 pound collection
of Coliers Encyclopedias,
such a whimsical word
for an eight-year-old to say
On any given Summer's day
I'd forego outside play
and in my PJ's stay
selecting one of the hefty,
black, red-labeled tomes
their alphabetical range
in gold letters on the...
#books
#childhood
#learning #memories
#learning #memories
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Savor Each Fleeting Moment
26 of 30
Savor Each Fleeting Moment
A beautiful country and culture
opened through their eyes
a new poetic romance language
begins to permeate my speech
a connective conduit develops
as we share details of our daily journey
calmed by their voice
accustomed to their presence
made better by their essence
The window to that new,
fascinating world abruptly shuts
enthralling voice muted
shade pulled down obstructing the view
the movie wraps and sets dismantled;
curtain drops, play closes;
the...
Savor Each Fleeting Moment
A beautiful country and culture
opened through their eyes
a new poetic romance language
begins to permeate my speech
a connective conduit develops
as we share details of our daily journey
calmed by their voice
accustomed to their presence
made better by their essence
The window to that new,
fascinating world abruptly shuts
enthralling voice muted
shade pulled down obstructing the view
the movie wraps and sets dismantled;
curtain drops, play closes;
the...
#dreams
#friendship
#happiness
#love
#memories
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Put It ToThe Test
I am, inherently,
an emotional restrictor
as was my father before me
and his before him
keeping strong emotions contained
particularly anger,
indignation, and resentment
lest by their expression
I drive away a loved one or friend
for fear of abandonment
is a life-long obsession
But is it not
the most empirical
of litmus tests,
to measure fraternal devotion
when one can express
a panoply of emotion
love, fear, joy, anger, resentment, or grief;
to list a principle few,
without suffering...
an emotional restrictor
as was my father before me
and his before him
keeping strong emotions contained
particularly anger,
indignation, and resentment
lest by their expression
I drive away a loved one or friend
for fear of abandonment
is a life-long obsession
But is it not
the most empirical
of litmus tests,
to measure fraternal devotion
when one can express
a panoply of emotion
love, fear, joy, anger, resentment, or grief;
to list a principle few,
without suffering...
#emotions
#family
#friendship #love
#friendship #love
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Natural Bridges - Scene 2
Walking away from the ocean waves
toward the Ranger’s station
adjacent to a lush eucalyptus grove
descend among the cough-drop-scented trees
scores of Monarch butterflies ethereally float
on the gentle sea breeze
a joyous winged welcoming committee
flit around the heads of human visitors
Inviting the curious strangers
to spend time with them in their warm Winter home
thousands of orange and black striped,
white dotted wings carpet the leaves
and trunks of the trees
resting from their long migration
recouping the energy ...
toward the Ranger’s station
adjacent to a lush eucalyptus grove
descend among the cough-drop-scented trees
scores of Monarch butterflies ethereally float
on the gentle sea breeze
a joyous winged welcoming committee
flit around the heads of human visitors
Inviting the curious strangers
to spend time with them in their warm Winter home
thousands of orange and black striped,
white dotted wings carpet the leaves
and trunks of the trees
resting from their long migration
recouping the energy ...
#butterfly
#happiness
#love
#nature
#trees
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Natural Bridges - Scene 1
Gravel crunch, crunch, crunches
beneath your sandals
walking the ice plant framed path
that leads to the shore
feel the cool sea breeze l
caress your cheeks,
tousle your hair
descending the stairway
to the beige sanded beach
bifurcated by a flowing stream
fed by seawater at high tide
survey the dark green ocean waves
rolling in to meet the land
and marvel at the natural
rock Arc de Triomphe
rising majestically just off shore
seeming to support a bridge
to some mystical kingdom in the azure blue sky
beneath your sandals
walking the ice plant framed path
that leads to the shore
feel the cool sea breeze l
caress your cheeks,
tousle your hair
descending the stairway
to the beige sanded beach
bifurcated by a flowing stream
fed by seawater at high tide
survey the dark green ocean waves
rolling in to meet the land
and marvel at the natural
rock Arc de Triomphe
rising majestically just off shore
seeming to support a bridge
to some mystical kingdom in the azure blue sky
#nature
#peace
#sea
#sun
#wind
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Fear of Failure or Succes?
What harm is there
in loving myself,
not too much but at all?
What if I cared for myself,
ate healthier, moved around a bit, not excessively,
mind you but at all?
What would be the risk
of following a dream
to learn a musical instrument,
not on virtuoso level
but enough to plesse me?
For that matter, what's wrong with pleasing me
for me exclusively?
Would it be that great of a sin
to publish my poetry….the romantic, humorous, sad,
scary, historical, hysterical,
and even the erotic?
What's wrong with me ...
in loving myself,
not too much but at all?
What if I cared for myself,
ate healthier, moved around a bit, not excessively,
mind you but at all?
What would be the risk
of following a dream
to learn a musical instrument,
not on virtuoso level
but enough to plesse me?
For that matter, what's wrong with pleasing me
for me exclusively?
Would it be that great of a sin
to publish my poetry….the romantic, humorous, sad,
scary, historical, hysterical,
and even the erotic?
What's wrong with me ...
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
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Today, Again, We Met
I’ve been blessed to meet,
whilst traveling the universe
on this miniscule speck of dust,
souls with whom I share
Innately empathic traits
as if we were close friends,
frequent playmates
throughout our primordial childhood
this made manifest in this brief existence
when first we speak, call each other by name
smilingly gaze into each other’s eyes
and cosmically embrace
and whisper “I have loved seeing that face…
I have been nourished by that very smile”
I’m certain before time and space
We were...
whilst traveling the universe
on this miniscule speck of dust,
souls with whom I share
Innately empathic traits
as if we were close friends,
frequent playmates
throughout our primordial childhood
this made manifest in this brief existence
when first we speak, call each other by name
smilingly gaze into each other’s eyes
and cosmically embrace
and whisper “I have loved seeing that face…
I have been nourished by that very smile”
I’m certain before time and space
We were...
#friendship
#love
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Sensational Saturday Afternoon
It’s been months
since last I paid a visit
It was good to see
she hadn't changed
I, on the other hand,
after months of cloistering
had allowed my hair
to range free and grow Einstein bushy
not making me look the genius
but rather deranged
I quipped I was there
to shed my winter coat
she laughed politely
while covering my clothes
with a long black cloak
shaver on, scissors at the ready
she mowed, clipped, cut, and snipped
all the while conversing
we spoke of juvenile literature
the scents reminding...
since last I paid a visit
It was good to see
she hadn't changed
I, on the other hand,
after months of cloistering
had allowed my hair
to range free and grow Einstein bushy
not making me look the genius
but rather deranged
I quipped I was there
to shed my winter coat
she laughed politely
while covering my clothes
with a long black cloak
shaver on, scissors at the ready
she mowed, clipped, cut, and snipped
all the while conversing
we spoke of juvenile literature
the scents reminding...
#dialogue
#friendship
#happiness #love
#happiness #love
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Dang!
In a right panic
I burst through the door
of my quaint cottage
wearing only my striped nightshirt
and worn flip-flops
nearly slipping on the cobblestones
of my peaceful seaside village
awakened by the town crier, Stan
as he shouted, in his deep Bass-Baritone,
“It's midnight and all is well…except poet Bob
forgot again”
the agitated butcher, Lou
flings open his window
vehemently shushing
the crestfallen versifier
to himself whispering
“Absent mindedness
will be the death of that man” ...
I burst through the door
of my quaint cottage
wearing only my striped nightshirt
and worn flip-flops
nearly slipping on the cobblestones
of my peaceful seaside village
awakened by the town crier, Stan
as he shouted, in his deep Bass-Baritone,
“It's midnight and all is well…except poet Bob
forgot again”
the agitated butcher, Lou
flings open his window
vehemently shushing
the crestfallen versifier
to himself whispering
“Absent mindedness
will be the death of that man” ...
#funny
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My Hardware Life - 2
Store Manager says
“CEO of our parent company
is coming for a visit”
when? I don't know.
what's he look like?
search me.”
all day we play a game of, “who can it be?”
a contest made more difficult
by our lunchtime clientele
primarily IBM Engineers
and Executive in business apparel
a “Thomas Crown Affair (ish)” deception mess
Just after lunch break
I, leader of the garden department crew,
returning to my domain
when I spy a customer
shopping for a hummingbird feeder
“Can I help you sir?”...
“CEO of our parent company
is coming for a visit”
when? I don't know.
what's he look like?
search me.”
all day we play a game of, “who can it be?”
a contest made more difficult
by our lunchtime clientele
primarily IBM Engineers
and Executive in business apparel
a “Thomas Crown Affair (ish)” deception mess
Just after lunch break
I, leader of the garden department crew,
returning to my domain
when I spy a customer
shopping for a hummingbird feeder
“Can I help you sir?”...
#happiness
#job
#PersonalGrowth #SelfWorth
#PersonalGrowth #SelfWorth
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