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.
Precious
For thirty-one years
it encircled
my left ring finger.
Smooth band
of ten carat gold.
Repeatedly scratched
and like ocean glass
polished over.
Symbolic of our
union,
our microcosmic
institution.
Ever brilliant
no matter if
the hand gets battered or dirty.
Emblematic
of ostensible fidelity
A burnished beacon
throwing a signal
that this port is full,
all docks are taken.
Though seeming
to become
a part of my anatomy,
With a few
carefully chosen words.
It has...
it encircled
my left ring finger.
Smooth band
of ten carat gold.
Repeatedly scratched
and like ocean glass
polished over.
Symbolic of our
union,
our microcosmic
institution.
Ever brilliant
no matter if
the hand gets battered or dirty.
Emblematic
of ostensible fidelity
A burnished beacon
throwing a signal
that this port is full,
all docks are taken.
Though seeming
to become
a part of my anatomy,
With a few
carefully chosen words.
It has...
#breakup
#grief
#love
#NaPoWriMo2024
#symbolism
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Locked And Coded?
Butler Bob Bot V. 7,
I am appalled
that you are involved
in this completely negative
product assessment!
The test consumer states
that you're rude, belligerent
and prone to denigrate.
And, furthermore,
you're too strident in defense
of your opinions
and perpetually irate.
And when in this state
you tend to demonstrate your ire
by spilling drinks in their laps.
And, apparently,
you take too many naps.
I did not design you this way!
I did not include malignancy
in your complex circuitry. ...
I am appalled
that you are involved
in this completely negative
product assessment!
The test consumer states
that you're rude, belligerent
and prone to denigrate.
And, furthermore,
you're too strident in defense
of your opinions
and perpetually irate.
And when in this state
you tend to demonstrate your ire
by spilling drinks in their laps.
And, apparently,
you take too many naps.
I did not design you this way!
I did not include malignancy
in your complex circuitry. ...
#happiness
#hate
#humankind
#love
#nature
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Homage to Modern Minstrel Philosophers - Taylor Raised
In the dresser mirror
I comb my long, dark brown hair, parted down the middle, while listening to my
favorite AM station.
When from the speaker
sounds the voice
that would play
a leading role
in my salvation
his music fit my soul
like a well-worn work glove
made supple by life experience.
You see, though young in age,
he had well and truly
been through the wringer
and came out a sage.
He sang, in that moment, about the aloof, itinerant “Walking Man” who never stops to lay down roots.
Even to my young, ...
I comb my long, dark brown hair, parted down the middle, while listening to my
favorite AM station.
When from the speaker
sounds the voice
that would play
a leading role
in my salvation
his music fit my soul
like a well-worn work glove
made supple by life experience.
You see, though young in age,
he had well and truly
been through the wringer
and came out a sage.
He sang, in that moment, about the aloof, itinerant “Walking Man” who never stops to lay down roots.
Even to my young, ...
#happiness
#love
#music
#NaPoWriMo2024
#peace
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3 Comments
Mass Approbation
"Look ma no hands,”
Is taken to extremes.
It's evolved into,
“Look world, nothing's
private,” it seems.
A constant hunger for flattery
to charge our self-esteem battery.
The value of Accomplishments,
opinions, art, even
that we exist is measured
in quantities of thumb's up,
likes, followers, and friends.
What's more disconcerting,
is asking the entire
cyber-race to rate one's appearance,
am I beautiful, desireable, run of the mill, or repugnant?
Laying bare ones ego
to lascivious flirting
and...
Is taken to extremes.
It's evolved into,
“Look world, nothing's
private,” it seems.
A constant hunger for flattery
to charge our self-esteem battery.
The value of Accomplishments,
opinions, art, even
that we exist is measured
in quantities of thumb's up,
likes, followers, and friends.
What's more disconcerting,
is asking the entire
cyber-race to rate one's appearance,
am I beautiful, desireable, run of the mill, or repugnant?
Laying bare ones ego
to lascivious flirting
and...
#LifeStruggles
#NaPoWriMo2024
#SelfWorth
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Missed It By this Much
What is a deadline,
but an imaginary construct
devised by aristocracy.
to keep the peasants busy.
Personally I enjoy them.
I thrill at the pressure
of cutting them fine.
So much so
that I do it all the time.
Just for fun I’ll miss one.
Maybe intentionally stumble
and let it pass
Or procrastinate on purpose,
and hang back awhile
Just to show I’m humble…
like the rank and file.
But I do it with style
and Cheshire Cat smile
So, I did some etymology
On it’s sobering origin
Now, I think I’ll...
but an imaginary construct
devised by aristocracy.
to keep the peasants busy.
Personally I enjoy them.
I thrill at the pressure
of cutting them fine.
So much so
that I do it all the time.
Just for fun I’ll miss one.
Maybe intentionally stumble
and let it pass
Or procrastinate on purpose,
and hang back awhile
Just to show I’m humble…
like the rank and file.
But I do it with style
and Cheshire Cat smile
So, I did some etymology
On it’s sobering origin
Now, I think I’ll...
#funny
#happiness
#NaPoWriMo2024
#rhyming
#ThrillSeeking
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Fight, Flight, Or Sing
Unlocked, finally
a watershed of melodious memories
An eclectic library
of musical remedies
that healed my
wounded heart
over and over
from the start.
Songs from 50 years ago,
still magically enthrall
and whisper that all
will turn out alright.
Waves of joy
permeate my soul,
when I hear Phoebe Snow
sing “Poetry Man” or Robert Flack
kills so softly my
melancholy.
I smile recalling
my ten year old self
belting out
“ I can't blame you for what
you're doin' to me girl
Even...
a watershed of melodious memories
An eclectic library
of musical remedies
that healed my
wounded heart
over and over
from the start.
Songs from 50 years ago,
still magically enthrall
and whisper that all
will turn out alright.
Waves of joy
permeate my soul,
when I hear Phoebe Snow
sing “Poetry Man” or Robert Flack
kills so softly my
melancholy.
I smile recalling
my ten year old self
belting out
“ I can't blame you for what
you're doin' to me girl
Even...
#grief
#happiness
#healing #music
#healing #music
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1 Comment
Homage to Modern Minstrel Philosophers - Contemporary Sage
My first encounter
with Natalie
was watching her
appearance
on a late night talk show
She sang so beautifully
in her sonorous,
silky alto.
Lithely dancing
to the rhythm,
arms extended, undulating,
hands moving
in Hula or
Flamenco-like
motions.
A one sided romance
began to bud.
Dare I say?
I fell in love
with this free-spirited
songstress
and her captivating performance.
Her music teaches me
to pay more attention
to the human condition.
To do what I can to lighten...
with Natalie
was watching her
appearance
on a late night talk show
She sang so beautifully
in her sonorous,
silky alto.
Lithely dancing
to the rhythm,
arms extended, undulating,
hands moving
in Hula or
Flamenco-like
motions.
A one sided romance
began to bud.
Dare I say?
I fell in love
with this free-spirited
songstress
and her captivating performance.
Her music teaches me
to pay more attention
to the human condition.
To do what I can to lighten...
#dance
#gratitude
#kindness
#music
#women
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They Will Be My Rhyme, My Reason
For a glimpse
of a glorious,
genuine smile,
that convey's acceptance without
scintilla of guile
for such a sight
I'm good and ready
I'd walk a country Summer's mile,
in the Mojave dessert
to bask in such a welcome grin
and when I arrive
we'd connect our smiles
and fall into an embrace
and they wouldn't
even hesitate
even though
I'm awfully sweaty.
Certainly they'd have
captivating eyes
that bid me come hither.
And beg don't dither,
never again go thither,
but stay right by my...
of a glorious,
genuine smile,
that convey's acceptance without
scintilla of guile
for such a sight
I'm good and ready
I'd walk a country Summer's mile,
in the Mojave dessert
to bask in such a welcome grin
and when I arrive
we'd connect our smiles
and fall into an embrace
and they wouldn't
even hesitate
even though
I'm awfully sweaty.
Certainly they'd have
captivating eyes
that bid me come hither.
And beg don't dither,
never again go thither,
but stay right by my...
#dreams
#funny
#happiness
#hope
#love
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Bonding With My Chief
Long Bow was dad's name
and mine, Straight Arrow
At least once a week
when we'd meet
with our tribe
of YMCA Indian Guides.
Fathers and sons
seated in a circle
all in dark yellow
headband arrayed
each with a real feather displayed
from the tail
of a synthetic bird of prey.
Also, a tan suede vest
with our names burned in
And covered in
primary colored, ironed on badges.
Around our necks
hung an articulated breastplate
we made of genuine bleached bones
with no marrow
from slaughtered ...
and mine, Straight Arrow
At least once a week
when we'd meet
with our tribe
of YMCA Indian Guides.
Fathers and sons
seated in a circle
all in dark yellow
headband arrayed
each with a real feather displayed
from the tail
of a synthetic bird of prey.
Also, a tan suede vest
with our names burned in
And covered in
primary colored, ironed on badges.
Around our necks
hung an articulated breastplate
we made of genuine bleached bones
with no marrow
from slaughtered ...
#family
#father
#happiness
#love
#memories
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Homage to Modern Minstrel Philosophers - First Teacher
Carole, like a benevolent big sister,
entered my young life
as a clarion of joy
after black clouds prefaced the twister
tearing all tender
notions of happiness asunder
with the death of mother.
Important wise truths
taught in mornings
before walking to school.
From a red, portable,
borrowed phonograph
Ms. King taught me
about the seismic power
of loving desire;
the sacrifices
made for love;
the longing for
permanence and
pain of absence
and dissolution.
That a smile
an...
entered my young life
as a clarion of joy
after black clouds prefaced the twister
tearing all tender
notions of happiness asunder
with the death of mother.
Important wise truths
taught in mornings
before walking to school.
From a red, portable,
borrowed phonograph
Ms. King taught me
about the seismic power
of loving desire;
the sacrifices
made for love;
the longing for
permanence and
pain of absence
and dissolution.
That a smile
an...
#happiness
#love
#grief #music
#grief #music
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Musical Upbringing
When I am most down,
doubting my purpose,
my worth, my utility;
the missing salve
for my wounded heart
is the sound of
a familiar melody
the words and music
long since
tattooed on my brain.
That when played,
with me singing along,
transports me to
the place and time
when first I heard
it's happy, sometimes
melancholy refrain.
My path, is much smoother
when paved
with measures
of soul satisfying notes
songs that give voice
to my innermost thoughts.
And give wings
to my...
doubting my purpose,
my worth, my utility;
the missing salve
for my wounded heart
is the sound of
a familiar melody
the words and music
long since
tattooed on my brain.
That when played,
with me singing along,
transports me to
the place and time
when first I heard
it's happy, sometimes
melancholy refrain.
My path, is much smoother
when paved
with measures
of soul satisfying notes
songs that give voice
to my innermost thoughts.
And give wings
to my...
#happiness
#sadness
#love
#beauty
#music
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Best In Hue - Swatch 2
British racing green
was the color of dad's
beloved roadster
a 1950 MG TD
Recalling with what glee
he'd navigate our town.
Tweed racing cap worn
like a crown
the cars black top down
his crew of
pint-sized mechanics
perched on red
Upolstered rumble seat.
with wide grins
all the onlookers we'd greet.
The car long since
dismantled
and papa's recent demise.
forces me to see
through fond recollection's eyes.
Photo, by Georgi Petrov , found on Pexels
was the color of dad's
beloved roadster
a 1950 MG TD
Recalling with what glee
he'd navigate our town.
Tweed racing cap worn
like a crown
the cars black top down
his crew of
pint-sized mechanics
perched on red
Upolstered rumble seat.
with wide grins
all the onlookers we'd greet.
The car long since
dismantled
and papa's recent demise.
forces me to see
through fond recollection's eyes.
Photo, by Georgi Petrov , found on Pexels
#happiness
#love
#cars #memories
#cars #memories
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