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)
Immolation
CYCLE II: FIRE
We thought we fin’lly had the demon caged
But demons have a way of poisoning
The soundest judgements licked with fiery rage.
The demon gave with fire, new reasonings.
So parents pyred their own to made-god Baal,
As Daniel and his kin faced pagan fire,
Did Joan not burn, whose passion concurred all,
As witches’ smokes, the Puritans’ require.
Soon from above, incendiary’s blast,
With Dresden’s render ancient spires to flame,
And naked childrens’ run from napalm cast
On Viet Vills, our souls, the demon...
We thought we fin’lly had the demon caged
But demons have a way of poisoning
The soundest judgements licked with fiery rage.
The demon gave with fire, new reasonings.
So parents pyred their own to made-god Baal,
As Daniel and his kin faced pagan fire,
Did Joan not burn, whose passion concurred all,
As witches’ smokes, the Puritans’ require.
Soon from above, incendiary’s blast,
With Dresden’s render ancient spires to flame,
And naked childrens’ run from napalm cast
On Viet Vills, our souls, the demon...
#dark
#NaPoWriMo2017
#sonnet
697 reads
2 Comments
40 Miles Out of Gallop
(A Modern Sonnet)
a friend of mine said I should write a poem about a picture I took on a trip to see my family last summer. I titled the picture - Rain in the High Desert, 40 Miles East of Gallop, New Mexico... so I titled the poem - 40 Miles Out of Gallop. And it goes something like this...
One hundred miles since I hung-up the phone,
Her echoed voice still whispers in my ear.
And me, between my once and future homes,
With only rain and truckers left out here.
She’s...
a friend of mine said I should write a poem about a picture I took on a trip to see my family last summer. I titled the picture - Rain in the High Desert, 40 Miles East of Gallop, New Mexico... so I titled the poem - 40 Miles Out of Gallop. And it goes something like this...
One hundred miles since I hung-up the phone,
Her echoed voice still whispers in my ear.
And me, between my once and future homes,
With only rain and truckers left out here.
She’s...
707 reads
3 Comments
Mastery
CYCLE II: FIRE
Hephaestus’ hammer fell with flames’ erupt,
With sparks that flew igniting hearts of men.
From wood to stone to bronze to iron corrupt
On furnaced edge engaging Hell’s ascend.
When molten pointed spears to others turned,
Impaled, the dead paid tax of blooded fields.
Was pow’r divined with stroke of metal burned,
From sword to muskets’ lead with fire revealed.
Was Satan’s heat not graced in cannon’s forge?
In glory, Hades brought his hell to Earth.
With sulfur’s scourge, on unblessed souls engorge
The...
Hephaestus’ hammer fell with flames’ erupt,
With sparks that flew igniting hearts of men.
From wood to stone to bronze to iron corrupt
On furnaced edge engaging Hell’s ascend.
When molten pointed spears to others turned,
Impaled, the dead paid tax of blooded fields.
Was pow’r divined with stroke of metal burned,
From sword to muskets’ lead with fire revealed.
Was Satan’s heat not graced in cannon’s forge?
In glory, Hades brought his hell to Earth.
With sulfur’s scourge, on unblessed souls engorge
The...
#war
#fire
#NaPoWriMo2017
#sonnet
#humankind
637 reads
4 Comments
Reverence
CYCLE II: FIRE
O, Priestess of the scared flame be praised,
For you alone hold true the way divine.
Within your caldron's fire, or brassier raised,
The flickered red and golden god’s design.
From peoples’ hold aloft at tribal head,
In censer, cupped and covered, glowing coals,
To temples’ lighted stands on oils spread,
From shepherd’s cloth to flowing silken stoles.
The nations knew with fire was life found,
The sacrifice was burned to godly need,
To sanctify the supplicated grounds,
With blood of untouched lamb and...
O, Priestess of the scared flame be praised,
For you alone hold true the way divine.
Within your caldron's fire, or brassier raised,
The flickered red and golden god’s design.
From peoples’ hold aloft at tribal head,
In censer, cupped and covered, glowing coals,
To temples’ lighted stands on oils spread,
From shepherd’s cloth to flowing silken stoles.
The nations knew with fire was life found,
The sacrifice was burned to godly need,
To sanctify the supplicated grounds,
With blood of untouched lamb and...
595 reads
0 Comments
Conflagration
CYCLE II: FIRE
With single spark did all things born become,
Explode with force and fury, none in all.
A silent space birthed, energy its sum.
In matter slowed was Time’s begin recalled.
Through eons’ pass, from ice to water’s gas,
And rain through oceans fill in fire and air,
The creature forms, from land and oceans pass,
Until Erectus brings the gods aware.
In fear and adoration, they were made:
The Sun, they praised for what it gave and took.
And Animals, for lives they took, they prayed.
And Fire, in lightning...
With single spark did all things born become,
Explode with force and fury, none in all.
A silent space birthed, energy its sum.
In matter slowed was Time’s begin recalled.
Through eons’ pass, from ice to water’s gas,
And rain through oceans fill in fire and air,
The creature forms, from land and oceans pass,
Until Erectus brings the gods aware.
In fear and adoration, they were made:
The Sun, they praised for what it gave and took.
And Animals, for lives they took, they prayed.
And Fire, in lightning...
#science
#universe
#fire
#NaPoWriMo2017
#sonnet
625 reads
0 Comments
Eminence
CYCLE II: FIRE
A dark so dense where light cannot survive.
In stillness found, before the stars were born.
If single chance or several times revive,
With all that ever was, precogent form.
In peace did It reside, before gave space.
For time had not been given even thought,
For none yet knew, Its resting without place.
And nothing was for no thing yet had brought.
Perhaps It was too concert to not be?
Was It perhaps too lonely for Its own?
Perhaps in turning inside out to see,
It found Its way that all Itself be...
A dark so dense where light cannot survive.
In stillness found, before the stars were born.
If single chance or several times revive,
With all that ever was, precogent form.
In peace did It reside, before gave space.
For time had not been given even thought,
For none yet knew, Its resting without place.
And nothing was for no thing yet had brought.
Perhaps It was too concert to not be?
Was It perhaps too lonely for Its own?
Perhaps in turning inside out to see,
It found Its way that all Itself be...
#science
#universe
#fire
#NaPoWriMo2017
#sonnet
625 reads
0 Comments
Dark
CYCLE I: EARTH
From mountain peaks to lowlands grassy spurs
Does Mother’s slow progression ever seek.
Throughout our day, does night progress with her;
E’en so with night, does light not ever peek.
With rigor moves in seeming never rest,
Yet every slip in harmony perform.
Is all reclaimed as smallest part attests,
And though it pass is every speck reborn.
But Man adjusts Her way to suit his own,
And pares Her life to take more than His due.
For always has He stripped Her, flesh from bone,
His poison with Her sacred...
From mountain peaks to lowlands grassy spurs
Does Mother’s slow progression ever seek.
Throughout our day, does night progress with her;
E’en so with night, does light not ever peek.
With rigor moves in seeming never rest,
Yet every slip in harmony perform.
Is all reclaimed as smallest part attests,
And though it pass is every speck reborn.
But Man adjusts Her way to suit his own,
And pares Her life to take more than His due.
For always has He stripped Her, flesh from bone,
His poison with Her sacred...
#dark
#earth
#night
#NaPoWriMo2017
#sonnet
718 reads
1 Comment
Canyon
CYCLE I: EARTH
Between your furrowed walls guide graceful streams,
In paths of long filled lines and bending curves,
From mountain’s tip that’s licked to stormy reams
And springs that Valleys’ well, your river serves.
Tween rim and rim your vales in subtle Vees
Extend above the soft bed’s banking shores,
Where Mother’s life came forth to fill the seas.
Where men have delved, her mysteries explore.
And slow the waters flow ‘til cataracts
And rapids’ thrill like slickened fingers rend.
Then do your flowings rush through...
Between your furrowed walls guide graceful streams,
In paths of long filled lines and bending curves,
From mountain’s tip that’s licked to stormy reams
And springs that Valleys’ well, your river serves.
Tween rim and rim your vales in subtle Vees
Extend above the soft bed’s banking shores,
Where Mother’s life came forth to fill the seas.
Where men have delved, her mysteries explore.
And slow the waters flow ‘til cataracts
And rapids’ thrill like slickened fingers rend.
Then do your flowings rush through...
#erotic
#earth
#mountains
#NaPoWriMo2017
#sonnet
720 reads
2 Comments
Plains
CYCLE I: EARTH
From highest lands to Mother’s lap, the Way
Is found, Her flats in wheat straw tendrils spread,
Which slightest breath in subtle wave-forms play,
From muddied banks to canyon towers’ edge.
And with Her Springs and storms Her floods may come,
Still time’s progress brings verdant life arise.
In pounding of their weight, the stampede's drum,
They split the rows like Nature's force realized.
In air here scented sweet, filled hot they run,
It’s in this lush, where mighty tracks are found,
And here where mighty...
From highest lands to Mother’s lap, the Way
Is found, Her flats in wheat straw tendrils spread,
Which slightest breath in subtle wave-forms play,
From muddied banks to canyon towers’ edge.
And with Her Springs and storms Her floods may come,
Still time’s progress brings verdant life arise.
In pounding of their weight, the stampede's drum,
They split the rows like Nature's force realized.
In air here scented sweet, filled hot they run,
It’s in this lush, where mighty tracks are found,
And here where mighty...
#earth
#nature
#spiritual
#NaPoWriMo2017
#sonnet
602 reads
2 Comments
Forest
CYCLE I: EARTH
Forest
In dawning of this morning wood profound,
Release, the dripping dew through spreading limbs.
Intoxicate, the fume of fertile ground,
With open wings begin the morning hymns.
To flight, they lift, in metered rhythmic strain,
Their sounding cries that sing the gift of morn,
In lively rills and pulse and shrills sustained,
Then rising still before the mounting storm.
But as the torrent’s rush engulfs the wood,
And as the thunder breaks like cannon's burst,
With shudders, Forest has the...
Forest
In dawning of this morning wood profound,
Release, the dripping dew through spreading limbs.
Intoxicate, the fume of fertile ground,
With open wings begin the morning hymns.
To flight, they lift, in metered rhythmic strain,
Their sounding cries that sing the gift of morn,
In lively rills and pulse and shrills sustained,
Then rising still before the mounting storm.
But as the torrent’s rush engulfs the wood,
And as the thunder breaks like cannon's burst,
With shudders, Forest has the...
756 reads
6 Comments
Valley
CYCLE I: EARTH
From heart in valley’s vales does Goddess give
New life to all that’s known through earth and time.
Graced with Her sacred flows to all that live
The quench of parch and sweat from struggles’ clime.
Her palace gained in spreads of futile fields,
Her throne room floor is banked in river's run.
Though force insist, its conquest will soon yield,
Can few resist Her wrest of wills begun.
High mountain storms may come with thunder’s rage
With flash in dark illumine valley’s still.
And torrents rush to spill Her...
From heart in valley’s vales does Goddess give
New life to all that’s known through earth and time.
Graced with Her sacred flows to all that live
The quench of parch and sweat from struggles’ clime.
Her palace gained in spreads of futile fields,
Her throne room floor is banked in river's run.
Though force insist, its conquest will soon yield,
Can few resist Her wrest of wills begun.
High mountain storms may come with thunder’s rage
With flash in dark illumine valley’s still.
And torrents rush to spill Her...
#erotic
#river
#nature
#NaPoWriMo2017
#sonnet
811 reads
4 Comments
Mountain Spirit
CYCLE I: EARTH
I rise above You, sacred Valley spread,
With hard admire Your fertile open curves,
And waters rushing through Your canyon led,
Such are the field and the forest served.
Perfumes increase in heat throughout Your day,
And with the night, they swirl my head in mists.
Your beauty holds, I would not look away,
Your love display that bends my will’s resist.
With thunder and with storm my rush is sent,
To add Your rushing river’s swollen flow.
Through hardest squalls, our floods do not...
I rise above You, sacred Valley spread,
With hard admire Your fertile open curves,
And waters rushing through Your canyon led,
Such are the field and the forest served.
Perfumes increase in heat throughout Your day,
And with the night, they swirl my head in mists.
Your beauty holds, I would not look away,
Your love display that bends my will’s resist.
With thunder and with storm my rush is sent,
To add Your rushing river’s swollen flow.
Through hardest squalls, our floods do not...
#erotic
#mountains
#NaPoWriMo2017 #sonnet
#NaPoWriMo2017 #sonnet
817 reads
6 Comments
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