Submissions by Handcuffs (et al)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
"On the plains of hesitation bleach the bones of countless millions, who, on the dawn of victory sat resting, and resting...died." - Sam Euwing
SELF POEM
Published
9th Jun 2016 9:54pm
9th Jun 2016 9:54pm
The Shine of Anthracite
The shine of anthracite
Comes from the blood,
Deep in the blood
That flows through
Fields once hydro-mined
Where nothing grows
Except the green bamboo
and white birch.
Where not even the blackbirds
Would fly over.
It flows past the coal dust mesas,
Their ashy residue woven into
Our clothing, where once
The soft shoulder of charcoal
Collapsed and I cut my
Wrist on a piece of shale as I
Disappeared into an oblivion of
Dust, and mining detritus.
It flows past the silvery slag...
Comes from the blood,
Deep in the blood
That flows through
Fields once hydro-mined
Where nothing grows
Except the green bamboo
and white birch.
Where not even the blackbirds
Would fly over.
It flows past the coal dust mesas,
Their ashy residue woven into
Our clothing, where once
The soft shoulder of charcoal
Collapsed and I cut my
Wrist on a piece of shale as I
Disappeared into an oblivion of
Dust, and mining detritus.
It flows past the silvery slag...
623 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Jun 2016 9:51pm
9th Jun 2016 9:51pm
Even the Sheep know clouds cant last
Even Sheep Know Clouds Don’t Last
There will be hell toupee
In the white clouds that
boil over the fanged sheep
into orange thunderheads
that wash away the mill towns;
the mill towns
that the fanged sheep
called their home.
Never mind the shepherd, with
His 4th grade vocabulary and
His Cocooned world view.
He tells you to eat the mutton.
So you do.
He obscenes
the obscene
With caustic vapors
That shear your fur.
So you stamp your hooves
In the unison of...
There will be hell toupee
In the white clouds that
boil over the fanged sheep
into orange thunderheads
that wash away the mill towns;
the mill towns
that the fanged sheep
called their home.
Never mind the shepherd, with
His 4th grade vocabulary and
His Cocooned world view.
He tells you to eat the mutton.
So you do.
He obscenes
the obscene
With caustic vapors
That shear your fur.
So you stamp your hooves
In the unison of...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
14th Apr 2016 3:34am
14th Apr 2016 3:34am
Do you really think
Do you really think
this is what I want?
Do you really think
I need you to kill in my name?
Or rape in my name?
Or steal in my name?
You change your religion when it suits you
As you hang it in a closet like some worn coat.
Oh, I see you spinning your prayer wheels,
As if that would please me.
Or throwing your hands in the air and spouting
Amens of marble white
like so many Greek statues.
Did it ever occur to you that rocks have no feelings?
No
I suppose it didn’t because you’re nothing but dusty
Bags of water. I...
this is what I want?
Do you really think
I need you to kill in my name?
Or rape in my name?
Or steal in my name?
You change your religion when it suits you
As you hang it in a closet like some worn coat.
Oh, I see you spinning your prayer wheels,
As if that would please me.
Or throwing your hands in the air and spouting
Amens of marble white
like so many Greek statues.
Did it ever occur to you that rocks have no feelings?
No
I suppose it didn’t because you’re nothing but dusty
Bags of water. I...
722 reads
10 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
7th Apr 2016 1:52am
7th Apr 2016 1:52am
Once upon a time
Once upon a time
I was like the angry apple trees in the fall
After their fruit dropped;
After their leaves left them exposed
To the winter winds
Once upon a time
Unhearted and hollowed.
My words dripped from my mouth
Like water from the rugs
hung out to dry in crispiness of the morn’.
Once upon a time
When we found and loved
The way we needed to be loved,
And my name you voweled
In laughter with glitter eyes
About Russian melons
Floating my way.
I smile at the memories myriad
O the many reasons why...
I was like the angry apple trees in the fall
After their fruit dropped;
After their leaves left them exposed
To the winter winds
Once upon a time
Unhearted and hollowed.
My words dripped from my mouth
Like water from the rugs
hung out to dry in crispiness of the morn’.
Once upon a time
When we found and loved
The way we needed to be loved,
And my name you voweled
In laughter with glitter eyes
About Russian melons
Floating my way.
I smile at the memories myriad
O the many reasons why...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Mar 2016 1:18pm
26th Mar 2016 1:18pm
Shades of Grey
Our Love in shades of grey
Like some family photo hanging
on a lemon yellow wall.
The eternal wink of a shutter
Capturing
The twinkle of your eye;
The curve of your smile;
The hair blown out of place.
Shades of grey always with us
causing us to peer into,
instead of past, our misty hearts.
Capturing
The softness of your laugh;
The feel of your lips;
The look of your legs.
Our love in shades of grey
collecting vintage
in memories sublime;
curling the edges of my mouth
Capturing
The words I treasure;...
Like some family photo hanging
on a lemon yellow wall.
The eternal wink of a shutter
Capturing
The twinkle of your eye;
The curve of your smile;
The hair blown out of place.
Shades of grey always with us
causing us to peer into,
instead of past, our misty hearts.
Capturing
The softness of your laugh;
The feel of your lips;
The look of your legs.
Our love in shades of grey
collecting vintage
in memories sublime;
curling the edges of my mouth
Capturing
The words I treasure;...
641 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
25th Mar 2016 10:52am
25th Mar 2016 10:52am
Star dust
To the star dust of my dreams
I dedicate these expressions,
As poor as they are, as
Reflections of the midnight smile.
How is it that your love
Has lit up my night sky so?
You have become my brightness.
Your moonlight visions revel in my heart
You stand apart as the apex
Of my thoughts, and in my midnight hour
Your beauty blooms as the moon flower
Of my mind; the star dust of my dreams.
And once again I find myself drifting;
Caught in the undertow of comets
Pulled by my desire for your love
To places between moon and...
I dedicate these expressions,
As poor as they are, as
Reflections of the midnight smile.
How is it that your love
Has lit up my night sky so?
You have become my brightness.
Your moonlight visions revel in my heart
You stand apart as the apex
Of my thoughts, and in my midnight hour
Your beauty blooms as the moon flower
Of my mind; the star dust of my dreams.
And once again I find myself drifting;
Caught in the undertow of comets
Pulled by my desire for your love
To places between moon and...
1008 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
24th Mar 2016 2:53am
24th Mar 2016 2:53am
Your Apple Tree
Every night, I visit the apple tree in my dreams
how I love thoughts of you that hang in my mind
like ripe apples in autumn
their sweet smell filling the air
Hanging among the green leaves,
The aftermath of bees are your apples
Some lie as drops on the ground,
and are nestled softly in the tall grasses green
sweet smelling, they fill my lungs
as I close my eyes, inhale, and remember your love.
The scent of your words impels me to taste you.
I pull you into my mouth, which is already watering at the thought.
your sweet...
how I love thoughts of you that hang in my mind
like ripe apples in autumn
their sweet smell filling the air
Hanging among the green leaves,
The aftermath of bees are your apples
Some lie as drops on the ground,
and are nestled softly in the tall grasses green
sweet smelling, they fill my lungs
as I close my eyes, inhale, and remember your love.
The scent of your words impels me to taste you.
I pull you into my mouth, which is already watering at the thought.
your sweet...
859 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
19th Mar 2016 7:37am
19th Mar 2016 7:37am
Impressions
to think of you by the shore with the
waves gently rolling,
one after another, under the endless night sky
is a Da Vinci in my mind:
a work of art, or a brilliant invention
that pleases body, mind and soul.
Can you hear the waves in your sleep?
they want you.
And I don't blame them.
I want you , too. We are, both of us,
trying to reach for you.
Trying to move the sands to
touch your skin, or
feel once again,
the impressions of your tender feet
as you walk through us.
The waves, and I,
we share this love...
waves gently rolling,
one after another, under the endless night sky
is a Da Vinci in my mind:
a work of art, or a brilliant invention
that pleases body, mind and soul.
Can you hear the waves in your sleep?
they want you.
And I don't blame them.
I want you , too. We are, both of us,
trying to reach for you.
Trying to move the sands to
touch your skin, or
feel once again,
the impressions of your tender feet
as you walk through us.
The waves, and I,
we share this love...
760 reads
5 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
27th Feb 2016 8:20pm
27th Feb 2016 8:20pm
Your Glancing Hand
your glancing hand
ripples my soul
between breaths where
centuries of seconds pass,
as I wait for the waters
of my soul to calm,
so as to see your
mirrored reflection.
your glancing hand
dances like water-skippers
on the surface of my soul,
causing the minnows
to scatter under the reflection,
reflection of the willow branches
as the flickering sunlight
checkerboards waters deep.
ripples my soul
between breaths where
centuries of seconds pass,
as I wait for the waters
of my soul to calm,
so as to see your
mirrored reflection.
your glancing hand
dances like water-skippers
on the surface of my soul,
causing the minnows
to scatter under the reflection,
reflection of the willow branches
as the flickering sunlight
checkerboards waters deep.
749 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Feb 2016 8:59pm
25th Feb 2016 8:59pm
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Hate ...
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Whiterage Criticize Dispair Discontent Entitled Selfish Birther
BlackLivesMatter ZeroCred Discontent RacistLies SorrowFlies
BlameGame InsultMachine FecesThrower Onionskin
Gayrights Pain Fear TraditionalMarraige
Hate ...
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6 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
24th Feb 2016 8:40am
24th Feb 2016 8:40am
Your glancing hand
your glancing hand
ripples my soul
between breaths where
centuries of seconds pass,
as I wait for the waters
of my soul to calm,
so as to see your
mirrored reflection.
Your glancing hand
dances like water-skippers
on the surface of my soul
causing the minnows
to scatter under the reflection,
reflection of the willow branches
as the flickering sunlight
checkerboards my deep waters.
ripples my soul
between breaths where
centuries of seconds pass,
as I wait for the waters
of my soul to calm,
so as to see your
mirrored reflection.
Your glancing hand
dances like water-skippers
on the surface of my soul
causing the minnows
to scatter under the reflection,
reflection of the willow branches
as the flickering sunlight
checkerboards my deep waters.
780 reads
0 Comments
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