Submissions by JHA
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Not a Poet, just into crazy shit,Curiosity, Curiosity Phambile! shouted the gladiator. Vanquished by the muses Plume!!
The lustful lizard with a tail / without a tail
#sky
#nature
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41.590 N 8.736 W - 5 deg 52 min North, 55 deg 10 min West
I won’t swap US$25.00 Recife fellatio
For all the love in the world
Viva Pernambuco
The R. Goddess of the moon and Hunt.
30/06/2001 Charley Bukowski.
Oh Recife what latitudes
How my minds eye betrays me
Wild spears in this Amazon Shaman
You Indian child. You veteran sucker
These deceitful savage neurons fall
Diana a whorehouse christening
Goddess of which moon and what hunt
You suck the colours o’ the nite and I croon
You’re a hard on sailor; I’m a stranded galleon
Waves, are you mammary glands.
She says who...
For all the love in the world
Viva Pernambuco
The R. Goddess of the moon and Hunt.
30/06/2001 Charley Bukowski.
Oh Recife what latitudes
How my minds eye betrays me
Wild spears in this Amazon Shaman
You Indian child. You veteran sucker
These deceitful savage neurons fall
Diana a whorehouse christening
Goddess of which moon and what hunt
You suck the colours o’ the nite and I croon
You’re a hard on sailor; I’m a stranded galleon
Waves, are you mammary glands.
She says who...
#erotic
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From the Shaman on Tour ( Shaman 0)
Shaman 0
I built a tower in the crowd
So close to the moon
That I opened the window
To summon the cherubs for a bout
I tuned the harp to calm the tribe
Vapor trails etched my skies
A Poet is born on the lips of a whore
And crucified on the wings of an angel.
Some bastard called this romance!
I dared and I longed
Where 're the absinths of yesterday?
On a pale stage I stood
And banged the drum.
Let it march
Love was stoned
When the dawn was broken
A weepin’ virgin
Screamed
“ FUCK IT! is...
I built a tower in the crowd
So close to the moon
That I opened the window
To summon the cherubs for a bout
I tuned the harp to calm the tribe
Vapor trails etched my skies
A Poet is born on the lips of a whore
And crucified on the wings of an angel.
Some bastard called this romance!
I dared and I longed
Where 're the absinths of yesterday?
On a pale stage I stood
And banged the drum.
Let it march
Love was stoned
When the dawn was broken
A weepin’ virgin
Screamed
“ FUCK IT! is...
#emotional
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The Champagne Artemis
#nature
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Litost
ESC Single quarters: Kriel Friday 27 march 1987
1:54 Am LITOST South of the Tropic of Capricorn
I can’t sleep at rest
A nightmare made me fell like this
‘cause my dreams don’t seem to be the best
Asleep or awake which could be worst?
I’ve tried living life like a poem
With challenges and death ever present
Using words so real to describe fantasy
Is my only rhyming problem
Governed by a clock that I resent
I tried existing like a song
Somehow the tune...
1:54 Am LITOST South of the Tropic of Capricorn
I can’t sleep at rest
A nightmare made me fell like this
‘cause my dreams don’t seem to be the best
Asleep or awake which could be worst?
I’ve tried living life like a poem
With challenges and death ever present
Using words so real to describe fantasy
Is my only rhyming problem
Governed by a clock that I resent
I tried existing like a song
Somehow the tune...
#TruthOfLife
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Poppy #4
Pegasus is on the runway,
Dionysus ! Where are you?
The sky is waiting.
The dying tribe is dancing.
My fingertips are bloodshot,
And the pen’s drunk and disorderly.
Mad ancient Greeks in my subconscious.
Inspiration dances around the fires,
O´ silicone and Nembutal.
Played w/ about 40 of the 50 sea nymphs,
Playing games o´ sin, games o´ pleasure.
Sighing into the dawns of treasure.
In the morning it was bad beers and ashes.
The Digital tripped in Binary flashes.
When I woke up Narcissus had drowned,
Prometheus and Zeus...
Dionysus ! Where are you?
The sky is waiting.
The dying tribe is dancing.
My fingertips are bloodshot,
And the pen’s drunk and disorderly.
Mad ancient Greeks in my subconscious.
Inspiration dances around the fires,
O´ silicone and Nembutal.
Played w/ about 40 of the 50 sea nymphs,
Playing games o´ sin, games o´ pleasure.
Sighing into the dawns of treasure.
In the morning it was bad beers and ashes.
The Digital tripped in Binary flashes.
When I woke up Narcissus had drowned,
Prometheus and Zeus...
#WritersBlock
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Shrapnel from Eden. pt 17
#erotic
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The Colonel summons
#FreeVerse
#travel
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