Submissions by ImperfectedStone (The Gardener)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction It's all I want to do while here.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
Yesterday 8:35pm
Yesterday 8:35pm
Moons for Venus
Can I smother myself in the womb of Venus,
lone spin after Moons have abandoned her hands,
drifted out toward less intense planets,
choose to stay,
embrace the furnace,
sink into those sleepless faults,
further through smog and disturbing scent,
rush on toxins that numb the day,
paint alien birds almost ceaselessly
as life, of course, goes on on Earth?
Can I birth a new Moon-darling,
one only a Mother could love,
tether it to my trauma-frame as an anchor,
one that dances sweet geronimo
problem-free in our poison sky?
lone spin after Moons have abandoned her hands,
drifted out toward less intense planets,
choose to stay,
embrace the furnace,
sink into those sleepless faults,
further through smog and disturbing scent,
rush on toxins that numb the day,
paint alien birds almost ceaselessly
as life, of course, goes on on Earth?
Can I birth a new Moon-darling,
one only a Mother could love,
tether it to my trauma-frame as an anchor,
one that dances sweet geronimo
problem-free in our poison sky?
#lover
#aliens
#scifi
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
Yesterday 12:01pm
Yesterday 12:01pm
Supernova
There's a house I pass
on the journey home, pink glaze,
most of them are in Suffolk,
at least those worth gazing inside,
giving tale to faceless life.
I picture you,
a vaultless soul
birthing planets, swallowing Moons,
turn tides in the larynx
overcome
with alien whispers.
A mandolin is played by an angelic sprite
resting light on a shelf,
as another phase of you
shifts through to haunt the hall.
I'll reverse,
traverse another cartographer's mind,
romanticise regiment,
stabilise on routine,
and...
on the journey home, pink glaze,
most of them are in Suffolk,
at least those worth gazing inside,
giving tale to faceless life.
I picture you,
a vaultless soul
birthing planets, swallowing Moons,
turn tides in the larynx
overcome
with alien whispers.
A mandolin is played by an angelic sprite
resting light on a shelf,
as another phase of you
shifts through to haunt the hall.
I'll reverse,
traverse another cartographer's mind,
romanticise regiment,
stabilise on routine,
and...
#dreams
#astronomy
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LOVE POEM
Published
31st Jul 2021 10:31pm
31st Jul 2021 10:31pm
From East and West
When you sink
into my veins
quaint and ethereal,
all parts pliable -
a willow bowing,
chaotic envelopes of acceptance
holding most holy spires
I'll savour
a place to bury ourselves
raise Voltaire in spirit
bring him back to ground,
pen oceans,
make beautiful the streetlights,
orchastrate operas as drowning Ophelia,
roll out a prayer space for unbaptised souls,
plant my soles on your soles
paving one blessing
released into aether,
peeling God's eyes open,
after so long in such quiet,
to...
into my veins
quaint and ethereal,
all parts pliable -
a willow bowing,
chaotic envelopes of acceptance
holding most holy spires
I'll savour
a place to bury ourselves
raise Voltaire in spirit
bring him back to ground,
pen oceans,
make beautiful the streetlights,
orchastrate operas as drowning Ophelia,
roll out a prayer space for unbaptised souls,
plant my soles on your soles
paving one blessing
released into aether,
peeling God's eyes open,
after so long in such quiet,
to...
#love
#lust
#death
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Jul 2021 12:41pm
30th Jul 2021 12:41pm
Moons and oceans
And in an igneous winter
when flocks of birds hide upon evergreen branches
above a lake,
scent of pine drifting
across saddleback hills
a mind'll wander
to fishing,
role of a pike,
eyes gasping
over moonlit tent
and fireside,
harmonica song,
chords of the victor,
as if life is mainly moments
of bleached vulnerability
and rebirth,
'haps a videogame
where one plays the enemy
equipped with lesser weapons,
or some
indiscriminate extra
born solely for pain
and respawn
and again. ...
when flocks of birds hide upon evergreen branches
above a lake,
scent of pine drifting
across saddleback hills
a mind'll wander
to fishing,
role of a pike,
eyes gasping
over moonlit tent
and fireside,
harmonica song,
chords of the victor,
as if life is mainly moments
of bleached vulnerability
and rebirth,
'haps a videogame
where one plays the enemy
equipped with lesser weapons,
or some
indiscriminate extra
born solely for pain
and respawn
and again. ...
#identity
#sea
#mythology
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1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
28th Jul 2021 2:04pm
28th Jul 2021 2:04pm
Selkie
I heard hues of oceans
before saw them,
tustled into a maiden name,
almost called River,
when I was birthed
swam a basin
before the Beltane
- sterile science,
bubbled Ponyo
nineteen years jarred,
made to pickle,
storms came with age
Seals, Compass,
miles, Moons,
nought a book'd teach you,
soaking in,
all barren red,
fodder for sharks,
seeking toes
and notepads full of glass,
blue, brown and green,
skin softening,
water becoming
with age
full...
before saw them,
tustled into a maiden name,
almost called River,
when I was birthed
swam a basin
before the Beltane
- sterile science,
bubbled Ponyo
nineteen years jarred,
made to pickle,
storms came with age
Seals, Compass,
miles, Moons,
nought a book'd teach you,
soaking in,
all barren red,
fodder for sharks,
seeking toes
and notepads full of glass,
blue, brown and green,
skin softening,
water becoming
with age
full...
#birth
#sea
#water
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1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
25th Jul 2021 9:14am
25th Jul 2021 9:14am
Loyalty
I swim away,
the reason anyone swims,
to escape,
all out abandoning,
fuck humaning,
adrift alien
submerged in otherworldliness
and I arrive back,
concrete and coffee,
doorbell and drippings,
"You didn't sink then,"
No,
but I didn't find a solution either.
the reason anyone swims,
to escape,
all out abandoning,
fuck humaning,
adrift alien
submerged in otherworldliness
and I arrive back,
concrete and coffee,
doorbell and drippings,
"You didn't sink then,"
No,
but I didn't find a solution either.
#sadness
#loneliness
#identity
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EROTIC POEM
Published
22nd Jul 2021 10:36am
22nd Jul 2021 10:36am
Boat
Boat
You can ride at dawn
under skin
mind numb
lure a humble
reincarnation
altercation
thorn in the side
of all we are
were
I store you
underwater
in the treasure tunnels
our young years
getting higher
evading
inevitable corrosion
I can't absolve
myself seeking you
been wearing
your eyes
my wariness
as crosses
an ageless chaos buried
in thickets of hair
making steeples
of memories
Days roll
driven crazy ...
You can ride at dawn
under skin
mind numb
lure a humble
reincarnation
altercation
thorn in the side
of all we are
were
I store you
underwater
in the treasure tunnels
our young years
getting higher
evading
inevitable corrosion
I can't absolve
myself seeking you
been wearing
your eyes
my wariness
as crosses
an ageless chaos buried
in thickets of hair
making steeples
of memories
Days roll
driven crazy ...
#lust
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2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Jul 2021 8:59am
21st Jul 2021 8:59am
Magpie Hunter
I can hear sparrows
beyond my door,
Mother screaming
over roofs and air,
I know the call,
I've seen the bodies, year after year,
not this one,
this one I go out with a cap gun,
shoot the invader,
shadow of death beak
snapping,
blood lust unsolved.
I think they're getting accustom to me,
they squabble shortly after in opposing trees,
no bodies on the ground,
no spade soaked in babe.
beyond my door,
Mother screaming
over roofs and air,
I know the call,
I've seen the bodies, year after year,
not this one,
this one I go out with a cap gun,
shoot the invader,
shadow of death beak
snapping,
blood lust unsolved.
I think they're getting accustom to me,
they squabble shortly after in opposing trees,
no bodies on the ground,
no spade soaked in babe.
#war
#environment
#birds #music
#birds #music
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Jul 2021 11:29am
20th Jul 2021 11:29am
Yours but not at Wadham
There's beauty in sandlice,
skipping over the cathedral I drew
in sand droppings,
shape of my Mother's face
her gentle rain
that never let me go.
And the sea sings in Moons and Compasses,
hungers for toes,
a truth only the baptised know
and I don't mean on the floors of mankind,
but earth divine,
rocks me,
strokes me,
thieves
my mind and immerses her
in white lines,
shaving away
shadow decay,
made from fingers and clothes,
I take them
off...
skipping over the cathedral I drew
in sand droppings,
shape of my Mother's face
her gentle rain
that never let me go.
And the sea sings in Moons and Compasses,
hungers for toes,
a truth only the baptised know
and I don't mean on the floors of mankind,
but earth divine,
rocks me,
strokes me,
thieves
my mind and immerses her
in white lines,
shaving away
shadow decay,
made from fingers and clothes,
I take them
off...
#identity
#sun
#beach #meditation
#beach #meditation
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LOVE POEM
Published
19th Jul 2021 9:32am
19th Jul 2021 9:32am
Prayer
I've left my body in the temple,
hands
made hungry beasts,
mind-fever basking
lapping at a mirage
of what was,
is now dehydrated
by Sun's lashes,
where rain no longer traps
love in a glasshouse,
fingers and eyes and souls bound
and I
ponder too much if I've done
enough,
laid myself too bare,
shared too shallowly
together,
hollowing the lives of us,
turned out all the lights,
moved
within chambers
of distilled
emotion
between gone people
and if you call
I'd...
hands
made hungry beasts,
mind-fever basking
lapping at a mirage
of what was,
is now dehydrated
by Sun's lashes,
where rain no longer traps
love in a glasshouse,
fingers and eyes and souls bound
and I
ponder too much if I've done
enough,
laid myself too bare,
shared too shallowly
together,
hollowing the lives of us,
turned out all the lights,
moved
within chambers
of distilled
emotion
between gone people
and if you call
I'd...
#love
#God
#spiritual
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LOVE POEM
Published
18th Jul 2021 12:52pm
18th Jul 2021 12:52pm
Stilling
I hide
in a place where I place too much of myself,
too many times,
white and green
oblong length space,
the tethers all tensing.
I won't cross a divide
to where you hide your low notes,
and I post our highs,
our octaves
mismatched,
still ponder them sometimes,
go hunting in wrong places,
or places close by,
skip blind
on minor notes,
black keys,
paint something cosmic
lost while at sea.
in a place where I place too much of myself,
too many times,
white and green
oblong length space,
the tethers all tensing.
I won't cross a divide
to where you hide your low notes,
and I post our highs,
our octaves
mismatched,
still ponder them sometimes,
go hunting in wrong places,
or places close by,
skip blind
on minor notes,
black keys,
paint something cosmic
lost while at sea.
#home
#WritingPoetry
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1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Jul 2021 10:37am
18th Jul 2021 10:37am
A Spanish Spring
There's an armada of us,
muse and matter and toil
bottled,
made El Dorado,
kicks the back of the throat,
makes a busy man lonely
and an idle one accompanied,
and I wouldn't mind
if the ocean weren't so vast,
if I weren't so departed now
from us,
from then
as if leeches have arrested it
starved from the body,
made a bartering tool
but the truth is you were feverish
and I was frenzied
and no paella will make this better
when you're intolerant,
as am I.
muse and matter and toil
bottled,
made El Dorado,
kicks the back of the throat,
makes a busy man lonely
and an idle one accompanied,
and I wouldn't mind
if the ocean weren't so vast,
if I weren't so departed now
from us,
from then
as if leeches have arrested it
starved from the body,
made a bartering tool
but the truth is you were feverish
and I was frenzied
and no paella will make this better
when you're intolerant,
as am I.
#war
#nature
#historical
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