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)
I wish that I could take you in like air
(a sonnet)
I wish that I could take you in like air,
That you with every breath should fill my soul.
Give life to love where once was blank despair,
Give love to life and, with it filled, leave whole.
I long to revel in your salty sea,
To wash away with you in lovers' rain.
That you might seep in every part of me,
And there find home, while breath and life remain.
When we must part, though every step repent -
We have two lives, though I would have one new -
I wear your words as if they were your...
I wish that I could take you in like air,
That you with every breath should fill my soul.
Give life to love where once was blank despair,
Give love to life and, with it filled, leave whole.
I long to revel in your salty sea,
To wash away with you in lovers' rain.
That you might seep in every part of me,
And there find home, while breath and life remain.
When we must part, though every step repent -
We have two lives, though I would have one new -
I wear your words as if they were your...
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Starbucks, Morning Rain, and Thoughts of You
(a villanelle)
In angled light, the droplets fall,
In hanging perch of first Spring bud.
In wet storm’s grace, I feel your call.
She comes through gush of streetlight’s pall,
With “pussy" ears to fend the flood.
In angled light, the droplets fall.
In Fords of wet white drives recall,
It’s you whose kiss that thrills my blood.
In wet storm’s grace, I feel your call.
The dance and bitter tasting squall
That brings us dragon magic rubbed.
In angled light, the droplets fall. ...
In angled light, the droplets fall,
In hanging perch of first Spring bud.
In wet storm’s grace, I feel your call.
She comes through gush of streetlight’s pall,
With “pussy" ears to fend the flood.
In angled light, the droplets fall.
In Fords of wet white drives recall,
It’s you whose kiss that thrills my blood.
In wet storm’s grace, I feel your call.
The dance and bitter tasting squall
That brings us dragon magic rubbed.
In angled light, the droplets fall. ...
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Sad Clown
(sonnet)
The rolling wheel implies his certain fall;
Three balls that ever cross prepared to drop.
His sad clown practice by the big cat's stall.
For foolery, her nervous pacings stopped.
She was the star in black and yellow fur,
And he a hobo tramp with painted frown.
She held the center ring in spotlights’ blur,
And he, the greasepaint troop of slapstick clowns.
The smiling clown who wore a frown’s pretend,
He first with extra balls would fascinate,
Then clubs and hoops and cycle’s seat...
The rolling wheel implies his certain fall;
Three balls that ever cross prepared to drop.
His sad clown practice by the big cat's stall.
For foolery, her nervous pacings stopped.
She was the star in black and yellow fur,
And he a hobo tramp with painted frown.
She held the center ring in spotlights’ blur,
And he, the greasepaint troop of slapstick clowns.
The smiling clown who wore a frown’s pretend,
He first with extra balls would fascinate,
Then clubs and hoops and cycle’s seat...
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LOVER
The rain: refracting shards of diamond drops
Among the fractured glass and aggregate,
In searchlight pulse of morning’s frail belong
The songs of opened doors infect my thoughts
My glasses dull and running stained in waves
Of not my dry and burning heart aware
I pause… in acid glare of café shops
The metal in my hand blown frigid wet
And long to crawl back in your unknown bed
Among the fractured glass and aggregate,
In searchlight pulse of morning’s frail belong
The songs of opened doors infect my thoughts
My glasses dull and running stained in waves
Of not my dry and burning heart aware
I pause… in acid glare of café shops
The metal in my hand blown frigid wet
And long to crawl back in your unknown bed
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Et Ecce Muntantus
Behold! The Mutant
You say that I am pretty, but I’m naught.
Handsome?... perhaps, but soul of shattered steel.
True passion… wanting, were it even sought.
And looks of love?... perhaps, but no thing real.
You love my face, my smile, my body’s fit,
But my true "self" you seemingly despise.
Pronouncements made as if devoid of wit,
An errant dog… in handsome man disguise.
A better wraith...
You say that I am pretty, but I’m naught.
Handsome?... perhaps, but soul of shattered steel.
True passion… wanting, were it even sought.
And looks of love?... perhaps, but no thing real.
You love my face, my smile, my body’s fit,
But my true "self" you seemingly despise.
Pronouncements made as if devoid of wit,
An errant dog… in handsome man disguise.
A better wraith...
#abuse
#shame
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OLD TOM AND THE TIGER (Redux)
(a nursery sonnet)
Her keepers called her cage her “habitat,”
And she was queen of her two block domain.
Kept court in summer shade, his regent cat,
Old Tom was "jester" of his tiger’s reign.
Old Tom, would watch her grandly regal stalk,
As she would pace to gain the humans’ stare.
Old Tom would stride and match her walk for walk,
As she would smile to watch his strutting there.
But cold in winter’s bleak, she’d barely stir.
These frigid rains that made her feel so...
Her keepers called her cage her “habitat,”
And she was queen of her two block domain.
Kept court in summer shade, his regent cat,
Old Tom was "jester" of his tiger’s reign.
Old Tom, would watch her grandly regal stalk,
As she would pace to gain the humans’ stare.
Old Tom would stride and match her walk for walk,
As she would smile to watch his strutting there.
But cold in winter’s bleak, she’d barely stir.
These frigid rains that made her feel so...
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wings
Waiting at my window, looking out.
Search for angel wings in frosty light
As moon calls my night to find your heart.
Your words, sustains music in my blood,
Lines and murmurs shine in moonlit glow,
Lover’s whispers in my hungry soul.
I speak in breaths of fog that cloud my sight,
Drips, from heart shaped ice as day forgets.
Moon responds as wings in spider webs.
Search for angel wings in frosty light
As moon calls my night to find your heart.
Your words, sustains music in my blood,
Lines and murmurs shine in moonlit glow,
Lover’s whispers in my hungry soul.
I speak in breaths of fog that cloud my sight,
Drips, from heart shaped ice as day forgets.
Moon responds as wings in spider webs.
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empty bed
Where I am it is cold
Not even sun’s embers
Have thought to warm the sky
I woke with you, alone
Hard thoughts would find no rest
My hands seek out relief
To wake and feel your weight
With every subtle breath
And heat beyond the sun
Not even sun’s embers
Have thought to warm the sky
I woke with you, alone
Hard thoughts would find no rest
My hands seek out relief
To wake and feel your weight
With every subtle breath
And heat beyond the sun
#loneliness
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In rain of heavens’ dust
(a psalm in passing)
In rain of heavens’ dust and gods’ intent
With echoes' call from spaces beyond time
In lines of music, words, and loves' consent
Are creatures born to creatures' waiting arms
With songs that sing in flesh and senses' rhyme
As fragile as a snowflake’s fall as wood fire warms
We gain our place and path that leads at best
To others’ arms and heights of different climb
With loves’ assent and cresting brings our rest
In true release to heavens’ reign return
And back to gods’ ideas and songs sublime ...
In rain of heavens’ dust and gods’ intent
With echoes' call from spaces beyond time
In lines of music, words, and loves' consent
Are creatures born to creatures' waiting arms
With songs that sing in flesh and senses' rhyme
As fragile as a snowflake’s fall as wood fire warms
We gain our place and path that leads at best
To others’ arms and heights of different climb
With loves’ assent and cresting brings our rest
In true release to heavens’ reign return
And back to gods’ ideas and songs sublime ...
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Passing The Breach
THE VERY REVEREND DAVID B. COLLINS
DECEMBER 18th 1922 - DECEMBER 29th 2016
(a villanelle on the passing of my father)
Slow laid, that gentle good night’s reach,
Whose hand was stayed with you half home,
Now pass beyond the next realm’s breach.
The passing time, true lessons teach,
And standing ‘ere what we become,
Slow laid, that gentle good night’s reach.
Beyond all love contained in speech,
The stars, your hymns, the heavens hum,
Now pass beyond the next realm’s breach.
Though gone far...
DECEMBER 18th 1922 - DECEMBER 29th 2016
(a villanelle on the passing of my father)
Slow laid, that gentle good night’s reach,
Whose hand was stayed with you half home,
Now pass beyond the next realm’s breach.
The passing time, true lessons teach,
And standing ‘ere what we become,
Slow laid, that gentle good night’s reach.
Beyond all love contained in speech,
The stars, your hymns, the heavens hum,
Now pass beyond the next realm’s breach.
Though gone far...
782 reads
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Christmas Musings
In the bleak midwinter echoes through the wood
The bare and clutching limbs casting shadows grey
Air returns my frigid breath in moonlit fogs
A silver eye looks down, ice in a feline sky
Sterling shapes form within the trees, call to me
Snow tigers prowl my heart, Christmas night
The bare and clutching limbs casting shadows grey
Air returns my frigid breath in moonlit fogs
A silver eye looks down, ice in a feline sky
Sterling shapes form within the trees, call to me
Snow tigers prowl my heart, Christmas night
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SANCTUARY OF OUR LADY OF LOURDES
(a villanelle)
Long on the pilgrim’s road becoming lost,
This wayward soul a sanctuary crave.
You bring your healing waters without cost.
My life with every step did hope exhaust,
With every path, precedings to the grave.
Long on the pilgrim’s road becoming lost.
The visions sought have left believings crossed,
The love and hope of you my soul’s faith save.
You bring your healing waters without cost.
...
Long on the pilgrim’s road becoming lost,
This wayward soul a sanctuary crave.
You bring your healing waters without cost.
My life with every step did hope exhaust,
With every path, precedings to the grave.
Long on the pilgrim’s road becoming lost.
The visions sought have left believings crossed,
The love and hope of you my soul’s faith save.
You bring your healing waters without cost.
...
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DU Poetry : Submissions by Hepcat61 (geoff cat)