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)
Odes of Jade
her words,
her words,
her words,
make me feel
that I should be:
Vesuvio's, smoke
- long vanished –
still filling room,
gallon bottles of
plain
red
wine
still passed;
the mc (before mc's were “mc's”)
appears
on the stage...
"Jade Pandora, Jade Pandora
... next up Gary Snyder..."
some young guy
struggles through the room...
of hands of snapping fingers,
and I
in the corner,
hissing out,
"yes, yes, yes..."
her words,
her words,
make me feel
that I should be:
Vesuvio's, smoke
- long vanished –
still filling room,
gallon bottles of
plain
red
wine
still passed;
the mc (before mc's were “mc's”)
appears
on the stage...
"Jade Pandora, Jade Pandora
... next up Gary Snyder..."
some young guy
struggles through the room...
of hands of snapping fingers,
and I
in the corner,
hissing out,
"yes, yes, yes..."
741 reads
6 Comments
Kintsugi
(sonnet)
Cherished as only broken things can be,
Fallen to earth, with shattered pieces tossed.
An angel heart, once whole, shattered holy,
In black abandoned hope, eternal, lost.
No way in stolen time to reconnect.
No way to harvest fractured lines again.
No way these ruined walls can reerect'.
No way to cleanse this unintended sin.
But in this darkness willing hands embrace.
With studied calm all puzzled parts put right,
All jagged curves align and move in place, ...
Cherished as only broken things can be,
Fallen to earth, with shattered pieces tossed.
An angel heart, once whole, shattered holy,
In black abandoned hope, eternal, lost.
No way in stolen time to reconnect.
No way to harvest fractured lines again.
No way these ruined walls can reerect'.
No way to cleanse this unintended sin.
But in this darkness willing hands embrace.
With studied calm all puzzled parts put right,
All jagged curves align and move in place, ...
#LifeCycle
#hope
#heartbroken #TimeHeals
#heartbroken #TimeHeals
1195 reads
9 Comments
A Limerick
They once found a gent who had drowned,
To a female dolphin was bound,
For a shrink he had paid
Said, "you need to get layed,
'S where all intensive porpoises are found."
(A competition submission)
To a female dolphin was bound,
For a shrink he had paid
Said, "you need to get layed,
'S where all intensive porpoises are found."
(A competition submission)
#limerick
#funny
598 reads
0 Comments
Loved and Lost
(a gen-x sonnet)
"’Tis better to have loved and lost…” my ass!
For pain is born in losing what was known.
Few pains there are that losing love surpass,
So I would leave the loss of love alone.
I never thought that I would lose my heart,
I held no thought in thinking love was real.
In thoughtless love I watched my heart depart,
With painful thought, I watched real love reveal.
And unaware she gained my fickle love,
But thinking me a true and thoughtful friend,
Until my love was all she could...
"’Tis better to have loved and lost…” my ass!
For pain is born in losing what was known.
Few pains there are that losing love surpass,
So I would leave the loss of love alone.
I never thought that I would lose my heart,
I held no thought in thinking love was real.
In thoughtless love I watched my heart depart,
With painful thought, I watched real love reveal.
And unaware she gained my fickle love,
But thinking me a true and thoughtful friend,
Until my love was all she could...
#love
#ignorance
609 reads
0 Comments
Blood Shed
(a gen-x sonnet)
Blood shed, shed grace, so there is grace in blood,
Wet finger then, and smear your cross on me.
With face on marbled sill, in prostrate mud
I lie, your wanton supplicant to be.
When hate is love and love is iron hate
Impassioned pray this love-hate love to cease.
When life with thousand wounds seems sealed fate,
Then death by thousand cuts seems bless’d release.
A single uttered word to bring new day,
A single smiled note to shed new light.
A single darken look tears soul away
A single leveled blow...
Blood shed, shed grace, so there is grace in blood,
Wet finger then, and smear your cross on me.
With face on marbled sill, in prostrate mud
I lie, your wanton supplicant to be.
When hate is love and love is iron hate
Impassioned pray this love-hate love to cease.
When life with thousand wounds seems sealed fate,
Then death by thousand cuts seems bless’d release.
A single uttered word to bring new day,
A single smiled note to shed new light.
A single darken look tears soul away
A single leveled blow...
#relationships
#suffering
#identity
#myself
#SelfReflection
645 reads
3 Comments
True Sun
I long for life all spent at end of day,
A single hour held in sunset light.
An orange and yellow flame and then away,
From baby's breath to old man's bed, then night.
I long to live one hour in your heart,
Entwined in perfect passion's pure embrace.
Its true fire in old blood new life impart.
One touch, one kiss, may Time's cold hand erase.
I long to live one hour in your sun,
That I should live a life before life's done.
A single hour held in sunset light.
An orange and yellow flame and then away,
From baby's breath to old man's bed, then night.
I long to live one hour in your heart,
Entwined in perfect passion's pure embrace.
Its true fire in old blood new life impart.
One touch, one kiss, may Time's cold hand erase.
I long to live one hour in your sun,
That I should live a life before life's done.
#relationships
#conflict
#hope
985 reads
7 Comments
A Wilde Life - in Six Parts
Dear Oscar said that everything is sex,
But sex, and sex he said was lust for power,
I think to some extent that he was right,
But somewhere in this Holy Mess is love.
Or “love’s desire” if that’s more right for you
For so life’s spent in such pursuit for me.
But every tried success was fail for me,
Although I found certain success with sex,
But when I think of life’s success it’s you,
For you ran quick before I stole your power,
(all hidden in my warped pursuit of love).
To run, of course, your life has proven right.
But...
But sex, and sex he said was lust for power,
I think to some extent that he was right,
But somewhere in this Holy Mess is love.
Or “love’s desire” if that’s more right for you
For so life’s spent in such pursuit for me.
But every tried success was fail for me,
Although I found certain success with sex,
But when I think of life’s success it’s you,
For you ran quick before I stole your power,
(all hidden in my warped pursuit of love).
To run, of course, your life has proven right.
But...
#conflict
#sex
#UnrequitedLove
#despair
#regret
741 reads
7 Comments
Christmas Collateral Damage
(a gen-x sonnet)
I’d wake up early every Christmas Day
To tear and rip and get my presents first.
I’d run and scream and though they’d chase away,
I’d wake’em all! God Damn, I was the worst…
And then one year I was the last to rise.
Before I could, with whispered curses said.
And running here and there, a bad surprise,
My stupid cousin laying on a bed.
A bandaged leg, and angry, painful yells,
He’d shot himself, some dumb-ass lovers’ spat.
So morning came with blood not Christmas bells,
No toy recall, but I...
I’d wake up early every Christmas Day
To tear and rip and get my presents first.
I’d run and scream and though they’d chase away,
I’d wake’em all! God Damn, I was the worst…
And then one year I was the last to rise.
Before I could, with whispered curses said.
And running here and there, a bad surprise,
My stupid cousin laying on a bed.
A bandaged leg, and angry, painful yells,
He’d shot himself, some dumb-ass lovers’ spat.
So morning came with blood not Christmas bells,
No toy recall, but I...
#family
#Christmas
#satirical
#memories
#sonnet
635 reads
2 Comments
Boho Saints
(a gen-x sonnet)
Like boho saints arrayed in sinners' clothes,
They rise as foreign hills devour Sun,
And search out stalls arranged in asphalt rows,
On pilgrimage in moonlit Albion.
Through thronging streets that hide a vague despair,
Through writhing hipsters dancing in their night,
These raven sattvas pass by unaware,
Dark seekers on camino of true Light.
To ends of earth, in separate journeys move,
Like novice monks sent filling masters' bowls.
So, finally, in mystic lessons prove,
Prophetic signs confused on branded souls....
Like boho saints arrayed in sinners' clothes,
They rise as foreign hills devour Sun,
And search out stalls arranged in asphalt rows,
On pilgrimage in moonlit Albion.
Through thronging streets that hide a vague despair,
Through writhing hipsters dancing in their night,
These raven sattvas pass by unaware,
Dark seekers on camino of true Light.
To ends of earth, in separate journeys move,
Like novice monks sent filling masters' bowls.
So, finally, in mystic lessons prove,
Prophetic signs confused on branded souls....
738 reads
4 Comments
Seaward, Redeemed
947 reads
6 Comments
La Playa de la Reina de Los Ángeles
(a sonnet)
An old man stands again at angel's shore,
Ten thousand days and miles in between.
An anxious sea drowns sun, just as before,
And she returns, beguiling as first seen.
Her pure expression burns into his soul,
Confused with decades worth of discontent.
A grace filled vision from this haunting toll,
And finally shares her name, Exuberant.
His Dryad dances down the search-lit night,
Forever wearing that bewitching gaze.
At end of day, he's come to set things right,
And with her loosed, an ancient...
An old man stands again at angel's shore,
Ten thousand days and miles in between.
An anxious sea drowns sun, just as before,
And she returns, beguiling as first seen.
Her pure expression burns into his soul,
Confused with decades worth of discontent.
A grace filled vision from this haunting toll,
And finally shares her name, Exuberant.
His Dryad dances down the search-lit night,
Forever wearing that bewitching gaze.
At end of day, he's come to set things right,
And with her loosed, an ancient...
689 reads
2 Comments
After Kale and Garlic, Persimmons Taste Like You
(a sonnet)
While you were gone to trade your bucks for stars,
And I was making breakfast for myself,
That kale and garlic recipe of ours,
I saw the Fuyus orange upon the shelf.
I sliced them long, all center-spoked and round,
In half again and fanned them on the plate.
The greens sang earth with tastes of Fall abound,
Paired with ripe flesh, a flavor sweet… but wait!?
Like tongue upon your silken lipped delight,
With fingers delving softly in between,
Encouraging a spring of...
While you were gone to trade your bucks for stars,
And I was making breakfast for myself,
That kale and garlic recipe of ours,
I saw the Fuyus orange upon the shelf.
I sliced them long, all center-spoked and round,
In half again and fanned them on the plate.
The greens sang earth with tastes of Fall abound,
Paired with ripe flesh, a flavor sweet… but wait!?
Like tongue upon your silken lipped delight,
With fingers delving softly in between,
Encouraging a spring of...
#sex
#erotic
843 reads
3 Comments
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