Submissions by Hepcat61 (geoff cat)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
los ojos no ven el pasado, pero van a revelarlo (the eyes don't see the past, but they will reveal it)
Graves of Ill Concern – Huntington Beach
(sonnet)
In graves of ill concern, their heads are laid,
With silent shouts that once displaced their fears.
For all their arrogance, these debts are paid,
The trail of quiet dead that brought them here.
The childish brave who brandished sticks and guns,
And yelled their battle cries at those who passed,
Now crushed beneath the weight of what they’ve done,
They killed their friends who so killed them at last.
They say that fools rush in where saints won’t tread,
And brave and foolish, hard to tell apart.
To...
In graves of ill concern, their heads are laid,
With silent shouts that once displaced their fears.
For all their arrogance, these debts are paid,
The trail of quiet dead that brought them here.
The childish brave who brandished sticks and guns,
And yelled their battle cries at those who passed,
Now crushed beneath the weight of what they’ve done,
They killed their friends who so killed them at last.
They say that fools rush in where saints won’t tread,
And brave and foolish, hard to tell apart.
To...
#NaPoWriMo2020
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Do Blondes Taunt?
(sonnet)
Perhaps it is the glisten of their hair,
That sounds the deepest yearnings of their flaunt.
Or other glistenings when it’s not there,
Now puzzling, I wonder, do blondes taunt?
I us’ally find other hues more fair.
The reds and browns and auburns seem to haunt,
When with their truest colors I’m aware,
They choose to change that color ‘do blondes’ taunt.
I did once chase and find my true despair,
Though satisfied my questioning avaunt,
Was thick and black as crows that met my stare,
My distrust...
Perhaps it is the glisten of their hair,
That sounds the deepest yearnings of their flaunt.
Or other glistenings when it’s not there,
Now puzzling, I wonder, do blondes taunt?
I us’ally find other hues more fair.
The reds and browns and auburns seem to haunt,
When with their truest colors I’m aware,
They choose to change that color ‘do blondes’ taunt.
I did once chase and find my true despair,
Though satisfied my questioning avaunt,
Was thick and black as crows that met my stare,
My distrust...
#funny
#sexy
#NaPoWriMo2020
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La Mort
(sonnet)
These lands are cast in crows and wakened ghosts,
Dispersions of sequential death invoked,
Ethereal as smoke of failures’ boasts,
In turns to free my harbored weapon’s stroke.
Alone and masked in highwayman’s array,
I’ve spent my life at crossroads’ wayward hides.
A life, in thousand flowing wounds, gives way,
As rest evades and angel’s hope resides.
I seek the solace of that hidden place,
That once held open joy in mouth’s approve.
To take me in that sanctuary’s grace,
And in that holy space my stain...
These lands are cast in crows and wakened ghosts,
Dispersions of sequential death invoked,
Ethereal as smoke of failures’ boasts,
In turns to free my harbored weapon’s stroke.
Alone and masked in highwayman’s array,
I’ve spent my life at crossroads’ wayward hides.
A life, in thousand flowing wounds, gives way,
As rest evades and angel’s hope resides.
I seek the solace of that hidden place,
That once held open joy in mouth’s approve.
To take me in that sanctuary’s grace,
And in that holy space my stain...
#lust
#sex
#NaPoWriMo2020
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Another Hard Dawn’s Rise
(pantoum)
Another hard dawn’s rise conflates
Surrounded by pictures of you.
I brace for what must soon dictate,
To infiltrate my thoughts’ construe.
Surrounded by pictures of you,
I linger in that sweet desire
To infiltrate my thoughts construe
And soon begin my true conspire.
I linger in that sweet desire,
The reaching grasp to situate
And soon begin my true conspire
That shows in morning’s happy state.
The reaching grasp to situate
The function of your pictures’ sight
That shows in morning’s...
Another hard dawn’s rise conflates
Surrounded by pictures of you.
I brace for what must soon dictate,
To infiltrate my thoughts’ construe.
Surrounded by pictures of you,
I linger in that sweet desire
To infiltrate my thoughts construe
And soon begin my true conspire.
I linger in that sweet desire,
The reaching grasp to situate
And soon begin my true conspire
That shows in morning’s happy state.
The reaching grasp to situate
The function of your pictures’ sight
That shows in morning’s...
#erotic
#LongDistanceRelationship
#sensual #NaPoWriMo2020
#sensual #NaPoWriMo2020
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Old Tom and the Tiger’s Lair
15 of 30
(Nursery Sonnet)
The tiger's lair is where he makes his way,
When finishing his rounds in sultry night,
For tiger’s sleep away their sultry day.
Though sleeping tigers are a wond'rous sight,
Old Tom prefers his tiger wide awake,
Prefers to see the fire in her eyes,
He seeks her other sights that lively make
His tiger queen's display before sun’s rise.
How stealthily he gains to the attack,
How swiftly comes her answering retort,
How striking, shows in arching of her back,
How soundly comes the cries...
(Nursery Sonnet)
The tiger's lair is where he makes his way,
When finishing his rounds in sultry night,
For tiger’s sleep away their sultry day.
Though sleeping tigers are a wond'rous sight,
Old Tom prefers his tiger wide awake,
Prefers to see the fire in her eyes,
He seeks her other sights that lively make
His tiger queen's display before sun’s rise.
How stealthily he gains to the attack,
How swiftly comes her answering retort,
How striking, shows in arching of her back,
How soundly comes the cries...
#happiness
#love
#sexy #NaPoWriMo2020
#sexy #NaPoWriMo2020
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renga: vampires in reverse
1
Wuhan cranes
water birds that nest like crows
ancestors calling
2
stalls selling bats
distant Chinese proverb
vampires in reverse
3
burning like straw dogs
ceremony all in white
costly urn-ings
4
daily podium
midway barker hawking wares
smells like snake oil
5
swirls of red and grey
a dawn of mere bluster
chipmunk farts
6
honored dead
back-hoe scrapes out trenches
New York, New York
7
it’s serious
girlfriend in a coma ...
Wuhan cranes
water birds that nest like crows
ancestors calling
2
stalls selling bats
distant Chinese proverb
vampires in reverse
3
burning like straw dogs
ceremony all in white
costly urn-ings
4
daily podium
midway barker hawking wares
smells like snake oil
5
swirls of red and grey
a dawn of mere bluster
chipmunk farts
6
honored dead
back-hoe scrapes out trenches
New York, New York
7
it’s serious
girlfriend in a coma ...
#death
#senryu
#NaPoWriMo2020 #pandemic
#NaPoWriMo2020 #pandemic
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To Seek the Truest Substance of Your Call
(Catena Rondo)
To seek the truest substance of your call,
As every fractured prayer will fade away
With heated supplications, words betray
To seek the truest substance of your call.
As every fractured prayer will fade away,
To rise again at every motions’ gain,
That coalesce in sacred tongues’ refrain,
As every fractured prayer will fade away.
To rise again at every motions’ gain,
Through arches pass to sanctuary’s fill,
And lay before the alter offered still
To rise again at every motions’ gain.
Through...
To seek the truest substance of your call,
As every fractured prayer will fade away
With heated supplications, words betray
To seek the truest substance of your call.
As every fractured prayer will fade away,
To rise again at every motions’ gain,
That coalesce in sacred tongues’ refrain,
As every fractured prayer will fade away.
To rise again at every motions’ gain,
Through arches pass to sanctuary’s fill,
And lay before the alter offered still
To rise again at every motions’ gain.
Through...
#sex
#religion
#threesome #NaPoWriMo2020
#threesome #NaPoWriMo2020
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Hey, Nineteen!
At dawn I walk my neighborhood,
On sidewalks full of cracks and lines,
And water saving zero-scapes,
All over-run with weeds and moss.
Sometimes I see a opossum cross,
And native turkeys own the streets,
At dawn the birds ignite their songs,
In daylight made so frivolous.
I wonder why She brought us here,
On some level, She had to know,
Maybe we gave Her what She needs,
Or maybe it’s not worth our price.
She’s tried to shake us off, to burn
Our futile cities to the ground,
To have us kill our...
On sidewalks full of cracks and lines,
And water saving zero-scapes,
All over-run with weeds and moss.
Sometimes I see a opossum cross,
And native turkeys own the streets,
At dawn the birds ignite their songs,
In daylight made so frivolous.
I wonder why She brought us here,
On some level, She had to know,
Maybe we gave Her what She needs,
Or maybe it’s not worth our price.
She’s tried to shake us off, to burn
Our futile cities to the ground,
To have us kill our...
#nature
#apocalypse
#NaPoWriMo2020 #pandemic
#NaPoWriMo2020 #pandemic
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Burning Cloudless Skies, my Death Words Bring
(villanelle)
The burning cloudless skies, my death words bring,
The Joshua, mesquite, saguaro rhyme,
Arroyo lines, the dry bone ravens sing.
The desert hawk, in slowest circles cling,
The mark to show the “contrails” endless time,
The burning cloudless skies, my death words bring.
I breathe the rot, once highland elks’ duffing,
Now diesel smoke, and undertaker’s lime:
Arroyo lines, the dry bone ravens sing.
The world, how fast the rush to its ending,
But I sit still to chant its hard decline, ...
The burning cloudless skies, my death words bring,
The Joshua, mesquite, saguaro rhyme,
Arroyo lines, the dry bone ravens sing.
The desert hawk, in slowest circles cling,
The mark to show the “contrails” endless time,
The burning cloudless skies, my death words bring.
I breathe the rot, once highland elks’ duffing,
Now diesel smoke, and undertaker’s lime:
Arroyo lines, the dry bone ravens sing.
The world, how fast the rush to its ending,
But I sit still to chant its hard decline, ...
#death
#spiritual
#NaPoWriMo2020 #pandemic
#NaPoWriMo2020 #pandemic
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It’s One of Those Affairs You do Your Best
(Quatern)
It’s one of those affairs you do your best,
On Social edges, hoping without hope.
Alone too long, you think love's for the rest,
And that night too, that love’s beyond your scope.
But once or twice, exchanging passing words,
It’s one of those affairs, you do your best
To find her at your side as dinner's served
And suddenly eclipsing all the rest.
In every measured phrase, the words impressed,
In conversation, every world made known,
It’s one of those affairs, you do your best
In each exchange that shows...
It’s one of those affairs you do your best,
On Social edges, hoping without hope.
Alone too long, you think love's for the rest,
And that night too, that love’s beyond your scope.
But once or twice, exchanging passing words,
It’s one of those affairs, you do your best
To find her at your side as dinner's served
And suddenly eclipsing all the rest.
In every measured phrase, the words impressed,
In conversation, every world made known,
It’s one of those affairs, you do your best
In each exchange that shows...
#love
#relationships
#NaPoWriMo2020
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If I Could Reach to Fountain our Embrace
(sonnet)
If I could reach to fountain our embrace,
And lift my face to foster its impress.
If I could give such praise in its retrace,
To fountains of your passion’s sure express.
We dearly cling to those we have inspired,
From each, the both that concur weary dawn.
And raise within the rush of heart’s desire,
The struggle that concedes its coming on.
How sparse the years that led us to this call,
That brokered every thought that dawn retrieves,
Like ocean’s calm before the coming squall,
Like waters found that...
If I could reach to fountain our embrace,
And lift my face to foster its impress.
If I could give such praise in its retrace,
To fountains of your passion’s sure express.
We dearly cling to those we have inspired,
From each, the both that concur weary dawn.
And raise within the rush of heart’s desire,
The struggle that concedes its coming on.
How sparse the years that led us to this call,
That brokered every thought that dawn retrieves,
Like ocean’s calm before the coming squall,
Like waters found that...
#sex
#erotic
#LongDistanceRelationship #NaPoWriMo2020
#LongDistanceRelationship #NaPoWriMo2020
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Consider The Alternatives
(Villanelle)
How can this be a way to live,
In fear of every narrowed space?
“Consider the alternatives.”
We’re trapped and bored, our thoughts restive,
Too many days stuck in one place,
How can this be a way to live?
Progressive and conservative,
Who disavowed are now disgraced,
“Consider the alternatives.”
Once force restrain was punitive,
The saving lives, we must embrace.
How can this be a way to live?
When venturing is “perversive”,
But shagging at home all day “grace”,
“Consider the...
How can this be a way to live,
In fear of every narrowed space?
“Consider the alternatives.”
We’re trapped and bored, our thoughts restive,
Too many days stuck in one place,
How can this be a way to live?
Progressive and conservative,
Who disavowed are now disgraced,
“Consider the alternatives.”
Once force restrain was punitive,
The saving lives, we must embrace.
How can this be a way to live?
When venturing is “perversive”,
But shagging at home all day “grace”,
“Consider the...
#dark
#NaPoWriMo2020
#pandemic
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