Submissions by Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
We’ll always have Gallop.♡
SELF POEM
Published
27th Apr 2020 7:59pm
27th Apr 2020 7:59pm
War
Don’t ever fall upon your head,
Did all of you hear what I said?
Just one half? Oh that’s terrific,
Do I need to be specific?
It means that this includes your face,
Anywhere, hey there, any place!
I’ll talk till I’m blue if I do,
And that is the color you’ll be
If you fall on your head.
Green, purple and red,
I’ll throw in the black for a clue.
I’m saying you’re gonna be screwed.
There’s parts of you you never knew,
Which is bad when that’s where you land.
But if you faint from standing still...
Did all of you hear what I said?
Just one half? Oh that’s terrific,
Do I need to be specific?
It means that this includes your face,
Anywhere, hey there, any place!
I’ll talk till I’m blue if I do,
And that is the color you’ll be
If you fall on your head.
Green, purple and red,
I’ll throw in the black for a clue.
I’m saying you’re gonna be screwed.
There’s parts of you you never knew,
Which is bad when that’s where you land.
But if you faint from standing still...
#fire
#devil
#MentalHealth
#hell
#NaPoWriMo2020
1166 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
26th Apr 2020 10:40pm
26th Apr 2020 10:40pm
Misfit
My ink is like Hank William’s warbl’ing
While crying from his woman’s cheating art,
His solace is embraced by one night flings
That won’t make him forget her cold, cold heart.
At times I feel the loneliness of Cline,
Our Patsy told her story from a plane.
In honky-tonk she knew to walk the line,
In rea’l time I still write with the pain.
And like the Folsom man, a boy named Sue,
I too was just a misfit broken free.
And when the Cash sang “Hurt” before he flew,
It was a time to weep, my pen and me.
While crying from his woman’s cheating art,
His solace is embraced by one night flings
That won’t make him forget her cold, cold heart.
At times I feel the loneliness of Cline,
Our Patsy told her story from a plane.
In honky-tonk she knew to walk the line,
In rea’l time I still write with the pain.
And like the Folsom man, a boy named Sue,
I too was just a misfit broken free.
And when the Cash sang “Hurt” before he flew,
It was a time to weep, my pen and me.
#sadness
#death
#music
#LifeAsAWriter
#NaPoWriMo2020
1000 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
25th Apr 2020 8:41am
25th Apr 2020 8:41am
Affliction
Once more, I resuscitate myself,
disturbing the pallet of bitter taste
in rippled purples of a spectrum.
What happened to the little birds
I knew atop the windup music box
with songs I still coo the words to ?
Nothing’s as it was, it never will be
though life is never as perfect;
I’d have to regurgitate a lung.
So the precious live on in our minds,
draped in colorblind Victorian
black taffeta’s smoldering affliction.
Of promises frozen in time,
the laughter of past generations
who never looked...
disturbing the pallet of bitter taste
in rippled purples of a spectrum.
What happened to the little birds
I knew atop the windup music box
with songs I still coo the words to ?
Nothing’s as it was, it never will be
though life is never as perfect;
I’d have to regurgitate a lung.
So the precious live on in our minds,
draped in colorblind Victorian
black taffeta’s smoldering affliction.
Of promises frozen in time,
the laughter of past generations
who never looked...
#children
#death
#birds
#nostalgia
#NaPoWriMo2020
776 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
24th Apr 2020 10:38pm
24th Apr 2020 10:38pm
Riptides
As I capsize while fishing
far out in the turbulent sea,
dolphin pods hear me slap
and splash the waves with
their fins’ graceful slicing
through the surface with no
sound, circling and making
riptides, spouting curiosity
next to me and all around,
startling gulls that scatter
in the salt sea air that fills
with their piercing cries.
In this cacophony, losing
all of my sense of direction,
blowholes appear & spray
rolling hills of deep ocean, ...
far out in the turbulent sea,
dolphin pods hear me slap
and splash the waves with
their fins’ graceful slicing
through the surface with no
sound, circling and making
riptides, spouting curiosity
next to me and all around,
startling gulls that scatter
in the salt sea air that fills
with their piercing cries.
In this cacophony, losing
all of my sense of direction,
blowholes appear & spray
rolling hills of deep ocean, ...
#sea
#nature
#NaPoWriMo2020
636 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2020 8:18am
23rd Apr 2020 8:18am
How Can There Be a Spring
How can there be a Spring without their song.
The weights attached to all the birds I’d seen,
The silence of the nests from all that’s wrong,
A harbinger from where we since have been.
It didn’t come to me till yesterday,
How can there be a Spring without their song.
What’s chasing all our feathered friends away,
It seems, too, all the animals are gone.
I never thought that I should live so long
To such a silent world when I awoke.
How can there be a Spring without their song
To only hear myself each time I spoke.
...
The weights attached to all the birds I’d seen,
The silence of the nests from all that’s wrong,
A harbinger from where we since have been.
It didn’t come to me till yesterday,
How can there be a Spring without their song.
What’s chasing all our feathered friends away,
It seems, too, all the animals are gone.
I never thought that I should live so long
To such a silent world when I awoke.
How can there be a Spring without their song
To only hear myself each time I spoke.
...
#loneliness
#birds
#silence
#NaPoWriMo2020
#pandemic
912 reads
20 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Apr 2020 11:59pm
22nd Apr 2020 11:59pm
Angels
My questions to angels that sing,
I draw a blank, can't think of one.
How they fly around on two wings,
Like starlings and robins have done.
The newbies they show how to fly
With white faceless clouds in and out.
But who taught the teachers the time,
And halos, what's that all about?
They're wearing sky blue in the trees
As buxom young girls with long hair.
For when I think internally,
That doesn't get me anywhere.
Most certainly that’s how I feel,
It's a theoretical pain.
By answers for when I might...
I draw a blank, can't think of one.
How they fly around on two wings,
Like starlings and robins have done.
The newbies they show how to fly
With white faceless clouds in and out.
But who taught the teachers the time,
And halos, what's that all about?
They're wearing sky blue in the trees
As buxom young girls with long hair.
For when I think internally,
That doesn't get me anywhere.
Most certainly that’s how I feel,
It's a theoretical pain.
By answers for when I might...
#angels
#heaven
#learning
#wisdom
#NaPoWriMo2020
1025 reads
15 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Apr 2020 9:29pm
21st Apr 2020 9:29pm
Earth is Girded by the Sorrow
I wonder if it’s come to you
How close you skirt my existence,
And if it was this way before
When Time had its first memories.
In this storm’s bitter tapestry
Earth is girded by the sorrow
While I try not to be consumed
But instead the spill continues
With greater force to weaken it
To cast out my reason, replaced
With all the towers babbling
Confusion picking my pockets
My ostriches’ head in the sand
As bushfires clone our extinction
To fly away, fly away home ...
How close you skirt my existence,
And if it was this way before
When Time had its first memories.
In this storm’s bitter tapestry
Earth is girded by the sorrow
While I try not to be consumed
But instead the spill continues
With greater force to weaken it
To cast out my reason, replaced
With all the towers babbling
Confusion picking my pockets
My ostriches’ head in the sand
As bushfires clone our extinction
To fly away, fly away home ...
#earth
#humankind
#NaPoWriMo2020
#pandemic
#universe
617 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
20th Apr 2020 10:51am
20th Apr 2020 10:51am
Dragons
In early years when I was but a child,
The legion of the dragons was a myth.
Of fi’res from the furnace of their breath,
The stirring from the windings of their wings.
Once magic was the summit of a range
From where a lizard king did spill a verse,
And filled the San Fernando with his song
About a wing’ed wizard’s spirit curse.
But now I’m off the coast of Cali south,
The fierce Santana winds are hot and dry.
As fi’res that I see rage through the brush
While every creature races to the beach.
Is this the work of...
The legion of the dragons was a myth.
Of fi’res from the furnace of their breath,
The stirring from the windings of their wings.
Once magic was the summit of a range
From where a lizard king did spill a verse,
And filled the San Fernando with his song
About a wing’ed wizard’s spirit curse.
But now I’m off the coast of Cali south,
The fierce Santana winds are hot and dry.
As fi’res that I see rage through the brush
While every creature races to the beach.
Is this the work of...
#dragons
#magic
#curse
#NaPoWriMo2020
#dreams
676 reads
15 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
19th Apr 2020 8:35am
19th Apr 2020 8:35am
In Times of Separation
There’s a scent of storm as I walk
past ev’ry shop in town shut tight.
I wear a handmade mask that was
given to me from my sister.
I’m carrying a small sack lunch
with a sandwich that I have made
for a shut-in, she’s my new friend
I should’ve called her first I guess.
I’ll find a key under the mat,
but now it’s getting cold outside.
I hope she likes grilled colby-jack
with sprouts on toasted Russian rye.
The key’s not here it’s getting dark
I’ll hurry, better head back home.
I take a...
past ev’ry shop in town shut tight.
I wear a handmade mask that was
given to me from my sister.
I’m carrying a small sack lunch
with a sandwich that I have made
for a shut-in, she’s my new friend
I should’ve called her first I guess.
I’ll find a key under the mat,
but now it’s getting cold outside.
I hope she likes grilled colby-jack
with sprouts on toasted Russian rye.
The key’s not here it’s getting dark
I’ll hurry, better head back home.
I take a...
#kindness
#friendship
#rain
#NaPoWriMo2020
#pandemic
675 reads
11 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
18th Apr 2020 3:36pm
18th Apr 2020 3:36pm
Exchanging Breath
And when I shift shapes in the night
Between a new moon with the stripes,
There are no barriers ‘twixt us
In times we walk and stalk as one.
For we are felines of the blood
And though a human holds you now,
We will be joined as one with fate
And stride for stride together pace.
Exchanging breath, for Death to wait
Your ears go flat, and with distaste
“This must be Death the Virus told,
Regarding child alike with old.”
And as the words that turn to growls
It’s with tradition, those who prowl,
A...
Between a new moon with the stripes,
There are no barriers ‘twixt us
In times we walk and stalk as one.
For we are felines of the blood
And though a human holds you now,
We will be joined as one with fate
And stride for stride together pace.
Exchanging breath, for Death to wait
Your ears go flat, and with distaste
“This must be Death the Virus told,
Regarding child alike with old.”
And as the words that turn to growls
It’s with tradition, those who prowl,
A...
#women
#cats
#NaPoWriMo2020
#pandemic
#magic
632 reads
5 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
17th Apr 2020 9:03am
17th Apr 2020 9:03am
Let Distancing Become A Dance
And here the dust of wine & rose
Lies soft across our bed
Let distancing become a dance
That we two lovers wed
As naked each in darkest touch
Eyes lowered in a trance
The offerings of passion made
As we begin to dance
In pallid arms exchanging sighs
As we embrace the night
I enter into solitude
Forsaking you in spite
But while I’m gone I writhe alone
Your shadow follows when
I fast for weeks the wine & rose
Until we dance again
Lies soft across our bed
Let distancing become a dance
That we two lovers wed
As naked each in darkest touch
Eyes lowered in a trance
The offerings of passion made
As we begin to dance
In pallid arms exchanging sighs
As we embrace the night
I enter into solitude
Forsaking you in spite
But while I’m gone I writhe alone
Your shadow follows when
I fast for weeks the wine & rose
Until we dance again
#lust
#lover
#separation
#NaPoWriMo2020
#pandemic
844 reads
16 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
16th Apr 2020 5:24pm
16th Apr 2020 5:24pm
Pretend Instead
I’m writing po’ems bundled in my bed
With woolen cap pulled down around my head,
It’s seldom done but lately often said
To go outside you help the panic spread.
I ask my Siamese Blue what lies ahead,
She is my fiction cat who’s seeing red.
Since April first we sneeze from pollen’s dread,
But all she cares about is being fed.
I know just what she thinks and left unsaid,
Without a thing to eat we’re better dead.
There is no milk and not a piece of bread,
And if I pay the rent this turnip’s bled.
I...
With woolen cap pulled down around my head,
It’s seldom done but lately often said
To go outside you help the panic spread.
I ask my Siamese Blue what lies ahead,
She is my fiction cat who’s seeing red.
Since April first we sneeze from pollen’s dread,
But all she cares about is being fed.
I know just what she thinks and left unsaid,
Without a thing to eat we’re better dead.
There is no milk and not a piece of bread,
And if I pay the rent this turnip’s bled.
I...
#cats
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#NaPoWriMo2020
#pandemic
585 reads
7 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
