Submissions by Jackdaw
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Very little rhyme and almost no reason.
SELF POEM
Published
1st Oct 2012 7:00am
1st Oct 2012 7:00am
Hand in Hand.
I have walked the same quiet path
So many, many times.
Felt the breeze from off the lake.
Looked up into a clear night sky.
Admirred the bright shining stars.
Unmarred by the haze of city lights.
Hurried with quickened pace,
Past the cemetery gates.
Felt the staring eyes.
In that dark spot where the streetlights end.
Down the hill, past the last house, into the solitude.
Shrouded in the un-silence of an empty country road.
Around the final bend that looks back out upon the highway.
The seasons changed.
Winter...
So many, many times.
Felt the breeze from off the lake.
Looked up into a clear night sky.
Admirred the bright shining stars.
Unmarred by the haze of city lights.
Hurried with quickened pace,
Past the cemetery gates.
Felt the staring eyes.
In that dark spot where the streetlights end.
Down the hill, past the last house, into the solitude.
Shrouded in the un-silence of an empty country road.
Around the final bend that looks back out upon the highway.
The seasons changed.
Winter...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Sep 2012 7:17am
30th Sep 2012 7:17am
Fragments
Came lately tattered
specter muse
nonsensical verse
lost confused.
Inside without
drip drop drip drop
rain clear thought
crystal spiderweb caught.
Before came after
the storm did fall
pathways tread
baobhan-sidhe mourning call.
Huginn Muninn
blackbird caw
world tree blooming
sea they saw.
Life but death
hereafter free
cinnamon breath
remember me.
Ode to poet
eld but young
red hair flowing
golden beauty of the sun.
specter muse
nonsensical verse
lost confused.
Inside without
drip drop drip drop
rain clear thought
crystal spiderweb caught.
Before came after
the storm did fall
pathways tread
baobhan-sidhe mourning call.
Huginn Muninn
blackbird caw
world tree blooming
sea they saw.
Life but death
hereafter free
cinnamon breath
remember me.
Ode to poet
eld but young
red hair flowing
golden beauty of the sun.
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SELF POEM
Published
30th Sep 2012 7:10am
30th Sep 2012 7:10am
Earth & Fire
Through the rising flames of my priest pyre burning:
I watched the dance
Intricate and magical.
At first I thought her gypsy,
As pagan as I am lost.
But now I know not.
Father said, "Son, you better roll them dice. You better play them cards. I will not be around forever boy. The worst you can do is bust out and we all bust out in the end. Take that chance boy, before the Earth takes you."
I burn as I watch. The heat a haze,
The dance a maze, In my mind.
Blackening of my bones.
Still I watch as she dances.
As I burn.
...
I watched the dance
Intricate and magical.
At first I thought her gypsy,
As pagan as I am lost.
But now I know not.
Father said, "Son, you better roll them dice. You better play them cards. I will not be around forever boy. The worst you can do is bust out and we all bust out in the end. Take that chance boy, before the Earth takes you."
I burn as I watch. The heat a haze,
The dance a maze, In my mind.
Blackening of my bones.
Still I watch as she dances.
As I burn.
...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Sep 2012 4:40am
27th Sep 2012 4:40am
Ketamine Dream
She was pretty once.
Still is in a vivid nightmare sort of way.
The kind where you fall right through Wonderland
Straight into the waiting maw of the Jabberwocky.
Paying for pleasure with spread legs as her currency.
Smiles and embraces a numbness she can't enjoy
Goes to sleep inside while the strangers are fucking her.
She doesn't cry and can't remember what tears are for.
The bruises she no longer hides come from falling down
That's what her boyfriend says when she's kissing his fist.
There is no poetry here and the dead girl can't scream
Cause...
Still is in a vivid nightmare sort of way.
The kind where you fall right through Wonderland
Straight into the waiting maw of the Jabberwocky.
Paying for pleasure with spread legs as her currency.
Smiles and embraces a numbness she can't enjoy
Goes to sleep inside while the strangers are fucking her.
She doesn't cry and can't remember what tears are for.
The bruises she no longer hides come from falling down
That's what her boyfriend says when she's kissing his fist.
There is no poetry here and the dead girl can't scream
Cause...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
24th Sep 2012 3:53am
24th Sep 2012 3:53am
Heresy
All that I desire
Is to feel the tender sacrilege of Your warm breath
Upon My neck
As You whisper soft blasphemies
Into My ear.
Heresy in Our lust.
I do not hate but I also do not love.
I do not pretend to have wings so that I may fly.
But so that I may fall.
Angels are not saviors.
Step down from the Cross.
Think not that My intent is to offend.
When You kneel down before the altar. I kneel with You.
When You drink from the Cup. I drink with You.
When You eat of the Body. I break the fast with You.
When You...
Is to feel the tender sacrilege of Your warm breath
Upon My neck
As You whisper soft blasphemies
Into My ear.
Heresy in Our lust.
I do not hate but I also do not love.
I do not pretend to have wings so that I may fly.
But so that I may fall.
Angels are not saviors.
Step down from the Cross.
Think not that My intent is to offend.
When You kneel down before the altar. I kneel with You.
When You drink from the Cup. I drink with You.
When You eat of the Body. I break the fast with You.
When You...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Sep 2012 6:25am
19th Sep 2012 6:25am
Yesterday
Burning so bright
Candles lit by atom fire
And yesterday was Armageddon.
Nothing to remember
No dreams to lie
No visions to perceive
It was a revolution inside
the technocratic mind.
And yesterday was Armageddon.
Candles lit by atom fire
And yesterday was Armageddon.
Nothing to remember
No dreams to lie
No visions to perceive
It was a revolution inside
the technocratic mind.
And yesterday was Armageddon.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Sep 2012 6:21am
19th Sep 2012 6:21am
Repose
It is the quiet times that I miss.
The loud silence of restful slumber.
The few precious twilit moments
When being near did not feel like being alone.
The inaudible whispers of rhythmic breathing,
The blessed contentment of the restful form.
Of watching over.
Of growing trust
Of shepherding dreams.
These things I miss.
The loud silence of restful slumber.
The few precious twilit moments
When being near did not feel like being alone.
The inaudible whispers of rhythmic breathing,
The blessed contentment of the restful form.
Of watching over.
Of growing trust
Of shepherding dreams.
These things I miss.
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SELF POEM
Published
18th Sep 2012 6:21am
18th Sep 2012 6:21am
Bad Creation
Wicked man dances
in the spiral smoke
sky black night
twisted willowisp choke.
Wicker man burns
never could see
for the flames
clouded his eyes.
The goddess shines
but She is not real
and neither is he
they were both Bad Creations.
Lies so real
touch to feel
eve kisses steal
knowledge lost
And I'm outta my mind.
Galactic crush
love gravity push
stellar collapse
and I cannot find
The truth inside.
in the spiral smoke
sky black night
twisted willowisp choke.
Wicker man burns
never could see
for the flames
clouded his eyes.
The goddess shines
but She is not real
and neither is he
they were both Bad Creations.
Lies so real
touch to feel
eve kisses steal
knowledge lost
And I'm outta my mind.
Galactic crush
love gravity push
stellar collapse
and I cannot find
The truth inside.
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SELF POEM
Published
18th Sep 2012 4:48am
18th Sep 2012 4:48am
Repetition
The radio is broken
It's playing the same old song.
I think it's laughing at me.
Waiting for the phone to ring.
Knowing that if it does,
It wont stop.
But there is never a message on the machine.
I think it's playing tricks on me.
Got a cigarette that is not lit.
A bottle of gin that's half full.
A glass of rocks that's empty
And an old broke down radio.
It's always playing that same damn song
Screaming, not singing, me to sleep.
Got me wondering
If outside is any different then in.
Want to turn away and close my eyes.
Pass...
It's playing the same old song.
I think it's laughing at me.
Waiting for the phone to ring.
Knowing that if it does,
It wont stop.
But there is never a message on the machine.
I think it's playing tricks on me.
Got a cigarette that is not lit.
A bottle of gin that's half full.
A glass of rocks that's empty
And an old broke down radio.
It's always playing that same damn song
Screaming, not singing, me to sleep.
Got me wondering
If outside is any different then in.
Want to turn away and close my eyes.
Pass...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
13th Sep 2012 9:41pm
13th Sep 2012 9:41pm
Desire
I've got your sin.
It makes me grin.
Too well we know.
The ending of this.
Looking glass mirror time again.
I begin to see.
What is your fantasy.
I sweat, you bleed.
All the broken lovers.
On their knees in need.
Wrapped in reverie.
Of primal dreams.
Wanton, lustful petal flowers.
Spread open for the seed.
Sweet bitter crush.
I taste your bud between my lips.
It is a thorn pricked kiss.
Where my stem meets your hips.
And this is how
The garden grows.
It makes me grin.
Too well we know.
The ending of this.
Looking glass mirror time again.
I begin to see.
What is your fantasy.
I sweat, you bleed.
All the broken lovers.
On their knees in need.
Wrapped in reverie.
Of primal dreams.
Wanton, lustful petal flowers.
Spread open for the seed.
Sweet bitter crush.
I taste your bud between my lips.
It is a thorn pricked kiss.
Where my stem meets your hips.
And this is how
The garden grows.
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
13th Sep 2012 9:33pm
13th Sep 2012 9:33pm
Incantation: A Rede of Trees
Saille, Nuin, Huathe, Duir
Willow weeping branches low.
Shaded plot for hare and hawk made home.
Fiery thoughts of mental gleaming.
Intuition divines the seaming.
Ashe is wisdom flowing green.
Like the snake that slithers sight unseen.
Connections, aspects, patterns, reality.
Sitting, pondering beneath the World Tree.
Hawthorn flowering, concealing thorns.
Doubled edged portent warns.
Cry of night crow rarely heeded.
Remembrance required, patience needed.
Oak is strength like a door.
Passage rendered now or never...
Willow weeping branches low.
Shaded plot for hare and hawk made home.
Fiery thoughts of mental gleaming.
Intuition divines the seaming.
Ashe is wisdom flowing green.
Like the snake that slithers sight unseen.
Connections, aspects, patterns, reality.
Sitting, pondering beneath the World Tree.
Hawthorn flowering, concealing thorns.
Doubled edged portent warns.
Cry of night crow rarely heeded.
Remembrance required, patience needed.
Oak is strength like a door.
Passage rendered now or never...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Sep 2012 5:58am
10th Sep 2012 5:58am
Muses
Mary had the prettiest eyes
And elegant thighs
And she made the sexiest sighs
When I kissed them
Perpetual blissed them
She'd call me God
And tell me the nastiest lies.
Annabel was a beauty
In love she was talented truly
Favored men that treated her cruelly
Inside made her a cold witch
An ice in her veins bitch
But the sepulcher bed burned
With passion, dedication, and duty.
Poets and Madmen
Philosophers and Conmen
They don't go to heaven when they die,
There's no special place for them in the sky.
They rot in...
And elegant thighs
And she made the sexiest sighs
When I kissed them
Perpetual blissed them
She'd call me God
And tell me the nastiest lies.
Annabel was a beauty
In love she was talented truly
Favored men that treated her cruelly
Inside made her a cold witch
An ice in her veins bitch
But the sepulcher bed burned
With passion, dedication, and duty.
Poets and Madmen
Philosophers and Conmen
They don't go to heaven when they die,
There's no special place for them in the sky.
They rot in...
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