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.
ABANDONED PALETTE
The old master cedes
her beauty defies capture
by mere paint and brush
(Photo is of Eugène-Delacroix's palette)
her beauty defies capture
by mere paint and brush
(Photo is of Eugène-Delacroix's palette)
845 reads
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PEACE
In wind she whispers
calling to me from the trees
come and in me rest
calling to me from the trees
come and in me rest
1073 reads
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OLLY OLLY OXEN FREE
Written for the "Saddest Lines" competition
Painting: "Mother and Child" by Pablo Picasso
The saddest thing
I can't even remember
I was six
she was there
my mom
and then she wasn't
no one will tell me
when she'll be back
or where she has gone
just the Lord's Prayer
said by my bedside
to help me along
Now a middle-aged man
I still cry bitter tears
I can't remember her
only pictures
it seems we had a good time
when will the...
Painting: "Mother and Child" by Pablo Picasso
The saddest thing
I can't even remember
I was six
she was there
my mom
and then she wasn't
no one will tell me
when she'll be back
or where she has gone
just the Lord's Prayer
said by my bedside
to help me along
Now a middle-aged man
I still cry bitter tears
I can't remember her
only pictures
it seems we had a good time
when will the...
1088 reads
13 Comments
POETDITTY
(Sung to the tune of Waylon Jennings' "Momma Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys"-intended to be funny not inflammatory, after all I'm a member of the tribe)
*"Momma don’t let your babies"
grow up to be poets
don’t let’em write stanzas
or live in a loft
expose ‘em to hard labor
before they go soft
"Momma don’t let your babies"
grow up to be poets
they always complain
and the best are insane
pining for someone they love
* Quoted verbatim from Waylon Jennings' song,...
*"Momma don’t let your babies"
grow up to be poets
don’t let’em write stanzas
or live in a loft
expose ‘em to hard labor
before they go soft
"Momma don’t let your babies"
grow up to be poets
they always complain
and the best are insane
pining for someone they love
* Quoted verbatim from Waylon Jennings' song,...
1048 reads
12 Comments
TWO HAIKUS
NO ESCAPE
Once green leaves plummet
desiccated of purpose
thus all wilts and dies
NIGHT SHIFT
Skeletal trees shake
headstones topple and in two break
dirt flies the dead rise
Once green leaves plummet
desiccated of purpose
thus all wilts and dies
NIGHT SHIFT
Skeletal trees shake
headstones topple and in two break
dirt flies the dead rise
857 reads
8 Comments
Battle Rages Within
Erotic thoughts fill my head
Stream out through my fingers
Onto the pure white page
Beautiful words? Or, inappropriate lurid stains?
Is it wrong to find another female form alluring?
Are not the sensual curves just as beautiful?
The pleasure of consummated love as powerful?
Have I no concept of propriety and self control?
Is my true self awakened?
As Smeagol cum Gollum
I am racked with the pain of duplicity
Seemingly destined to destroy what is precious
The incessant battle rages on...
Stream out through my fingers
Onto the pure white page
Beautiful words? Or, inappropriate lurid stains?
Is it wrong to find another female form alluring?
Are not the sensual curves just as beautiful?
The pleasure of consummated love as powerful?
Have I no concept of propriety and self control?
Is my true self awakened?
As Smeagol cum Gollum
I am racked with the pain of duplicity
Seemingly destined to destroy what is precious
The incessant battle rages on...
#love
#conflict
#erotic
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
948 reads
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FUNERAL FOR A FRIEND
(This piece, based on the Elton John song of the same name and best read while listening to the music)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=3p_xAToFzck
Solemni Pompa
Under a dark gray sky
the mourners come
beckoned by the church bells toll
and a distant organs lament
undeterred by the chill Winter wind
they come to remember
the life of a friend
Alta Tristitiam
The church doors swing wide
the mourners enter in
greeted by the...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=3p_xAToFzck
Solemni Pompa
Under a dark gray sky
the mourners come
beckoned by the church bells toll
and a distant organs lament
undeterred by the chill Winter wind
they come to remember
the life of a friend
Alta Tristitiam
The church doors swing wide
the mourners enter in
greeted by the...
839 reads
7 Comments
PHANTOM LUNCH COMPANION
(This is a repost)
Stories are told of amputees
Who when an arm or a leg is taken
They still sense the presence of
The now absent limb as if it were a phantom
My lunch companion
Was excised from my life
Amputated from me
Due to my moronic and insensitive behavior
My inability to control the “Y” chromosome
Now when I visit the places of our former repasts
I can feel her presence there
My phantom lunch companion
Our first lunch, Mexican I think, was fascinating
Filled, at least for me, with the...
Stories are told of amputees
Who when an arm or a leg is taken
They still sense the presence of
The now absent limb as if it were a phantom
My lunch companion
Was excised from my life
Amputated from me
Due to my moronic and insensitive behavior
My inability to control the “Y” chromosome
Now when I visit the places of our former repasts
I can feel her presence there
My phantom lunch companion
Our first lunch, Mexican I think, was fascinating
Filled, at least for me, with the...
838 reads
10 Comments
NAKED TRUTH
No this is not so
a stranger surely I see
lie no more it’s me
a stranger surely I see
lie no more it’s me
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NO HARM DONE
Follow me
I’ll bring you to my pusher
with a pssssst down an alley way
he doesn’t call to me
I walk brazenly into his store
where I also happen to purchase
a fuel fix for my car
My mouth waters
greeted with panoply of possibilities
to sate my vice
do I crave chips or cheese puffs
perhaps a candy bar or two or three
life wouldn’t be in balance
without a package of cookies
oh and I can’t forget my protein
beef jerky presented in all varieties
mmmmm I’m...
I’ll bring you to my pusher
with a pssssst down an alley way
he doesn’t call to me
I walk brazenly into his store
where I also happen to purchase
a fuel fix for my car
My mouth waters
greeted with panoply of possibilities
to sate my vice
do I crave chips or cheese puffs
perhaps a candy bar or two or three
life wouldn’t be in balance
without a package of cookies
oh and I can’t forget my protein
beef jerky presented in all varieties
mmmmm I’m...
878 reads
6 Comments
I'M MELTING
(Inspired by Earth_Child's "Silent As Snow"}
Me, frozen solid
awaiting peaceful release
by your heat thawed
Me, frozen solid
awaiting peaceful release
by your heat thawed
870 reads
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SOURCE
When life itself
is your muse
inspiration is found
in anything
you choose
is your muse
inspiration is found
in anything
you choose
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