Submissions by Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
We’ll always have Gallop.♡
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Apr 2020 10:09am
15th Apr 2020 10:09am
Mistaken for Spring
( a non-rhyming Quatern )
She isn’t just a scent upon the breeze,
To birds that find a branch to perch the night
That hides the fruit they covet as they taste,
To cats upon the fence before they spar.
Mistaken for the wet of dewy rose;
She isn’t just a scent upon the breeze.
Is feeling yesterday of stone & earth,
As fog that slowly creeps in from the sea.
Who makes a man to quiver in his bed
Before he’s had the time to fall asleep.
She isn’t just a scent upon the breeze,
Nor raindrops sliding down a window...
She isn’t just a scent upon the breeze,
To birds that find a branch to perch the night
That hides the fruit they covet as they taste,
To cats upon the fence before they spar.
Mistaken for the wet of dewy rose;
She isn’t just a scent upon the breeze.
Is feeling yesterday of stone & earth,
As fog that slowly creeps in from the sea.
Who makes a man to quiver in his bed
Before he’s had the time to fall asleep.
She isn’t just a scent upon the breeze,
Nor raindrops sliding down a window...
#spring
#nature
#mystery
#sensual
#NaPoWriMo2020
760 reads
12 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Apr 2020 2:16pm
14th Apr 2020 2:16pm
Sunrise Messiah
With the sound turned soft as the night
I look at my hands, they’re so far away.
I just woke up to Handel’s Messiah
It’s like the day is being resurrected.
There’s classical music playing low
So I’m going to write some verse and
See what comes of it, I can’t deny it.
It starts to flow and as it does I think
I hope we’ll have an early morning
Poetry merge before the day surely
Will take you from my arms until the night.
I lie back and listen to the Passion.
It’s still dark outside; the window drapes
Are yet to...
I look at my hands, they’re so far away.
I just woke up to Handel’s Messiah
It’s like the day is being resurrected.
There’s classical music playing low
So I’m going to write some verse and
See what comes of it, I can’t deny it.
It starts to flow and as it does I think
I hope we’ll have an early morning
Poetry merge before the day surely
Will take you from my arms until the night.
I lie back and listen to the Passion.
It’s still dark outside; the window drapes
Are yet to...
#love
#morning
#music
#passion
#NaPoWriMo2020
627 reads
8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Apr 2020 5:49pm
13th Apr 2020 5:49pm
Sheltering
( Tanka )
sheltering in place,
becoming life that will stay
on shallow fault lines
I know we will be alone,
the breakers keep us apart
◽️ ▪️ ◽️
I hear every thought,
po’etry that soothes, he’als
in uncertain times
a tsunami pulling back
but we know it will return
◽️ ▪️ ◽️
is this coming next,
living from a paper box
nowhere else to go
silently the rain shivers, ...
sheltering in place,
becoming life that will stay
on shallow fault lines
I know we will be alone,
the breakers keep us apart
◽️ ▪️ ◽️
I hear every thought,
po’etry that soothes, he’als
in uncertain times
a tsunami pulling back
but we know it will return
◽️ ▪️ ◽️
is this coming next,
living from a paper box
nowhere else to go
silently the rain shivers, ...
#LifeStruggles
#rain
#tanka
#NaPoWriMo2020
#pandemic
789 reads
8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Apr 2020 3:46pm
12th Apr 2020 3:46pm
And Pain Becomes a Place
( a Quatern )
And pain becomes a place to call your own
Where company is unapproachable.
To make it like your heart is made of stone,
Enrobed in sackcloth and invisible.
The longer Time pretends to have a say
And pain becomes a place to call your own,
You start to wonder why you even stay;
Unfortunate, your ghost is right at home.
You feel your chances for a life have flown,
You try to run but you can’t hide for long.
And pain becomes a place to call your own
Where all your worth is sold off for a song.
...
And pain becomes a place to call your own
Where company is unapproachable.
To make it like your heart is made of stone,
Enrobed in sackcloth and invisible.
The longer Time pretends to have a say
And pain becomes a place to call your own,
You start to wonder why you even stay;
Unfortunate, your ghost is right at home.
You feel your chances for a life have flown,
You try to run but you can’t hide for long.
And pain becomes a place to call your own
Where all your worth is sold off for a song.
...
#loneliness
#hope
#suffering
#NaPoWriMo2020
#pandemic
773 reads
21 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
11th Apr 2020 8:42am
11th Apr 2020 8:42am
Bitch
I always felt the Spring before the rain,
From Winter’s sleep I yawn & rub my eyes.
Until this year it often was the same;
A lightness, giddy with romantic ties.
So now the yearnings for my love arise,
I always felt the Spring before the rain.
But there’s a quarantine to compromise
Our tryst by closer means to fan a flame.
Corona Virus is the bitch’s name;
The competition with a smelly breath.
I always felt the Spring before the rain,
Yet could it be we have a date with Death.
It seems the plans I...
From Winter’s sleep I yawn & rub my eyes.
Until this year it often was the same;
A lightness, giddy with romantic ties.
So now the yearnings for my love arise,
I always felt the Spring before the rain.
But there’s a quarantine to compromise
Our tryst by closer means to fan a flame.
Corona Virus is the bitch’s name;
The competition with a smelly breath.
I always felt the Spring before the rain,
Yet could it be we have a date with Death.
It seems the plans I...
#anxiety
#love
#spring
#NaPoWriMo2020
#pandemic
1119 reads
14 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
10th Apr 2020 11:36am
10th Apr 2020 11:36am
The Full and Unabridged Tale
( a Sestina )
I wonder if he’ll manage when I’m gone,
Statistics say that I don’t stand a chance.
I’ve never seen this happen in my life,
It’s difficult to say, no one can tell.
They started social distancing apart,
But I was used to it a year indoors.
I have no cabin fever while indoors,
I felt that way last year but now it’s gone,
My body’s gotten used to ‘far apart’.
It doesn’t mean I wouldn’t love a chance
To cuddle up with him and let him tell
The full and unabridged tale of his life.
...
I wonder if he’ll manage when I’m gone,
Statistics say that I don’t stand a chance.
I’ve never seen this happen in my life,
It’s difficult to say, no one can tell.
They started social distancing apart,
But I was used to it a year indoors.
I have no cabin fever while indoors,
I felt that way last year but now it’s gone,
My body’s gotten used to ‘far apart’.
It doesn’t mean I wouldn’t love a chance
To cuddle up with him and let him tell
The full and unabridged tale of his life.
...
#rain
#lover
#humankind
#NaPoWriMo2020
#pandemic
752 reads
7 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
9th Apr 2020 8:18pm
9th Apr 2020 8:18pm
Ocean Child
A novice life I live onshore,
To do what a landlubber did.
To not tell what I was before
As I hide a taste for raw squid.
Design my own cloth of seagrass
With coral and pearls I collect.
I never once mention my past,
Or let show my fins to suspect.
Extending my silvery reach
I take in the sea breezes’ rush,
Becoming a new memory
Inclining my head in a hush.
As I close my eyes and pretend
The feeling of feet on land’s end.
To do what a landlubber did.
To not tell what I was before
As I hide a taste for raw squid.
Design my own cloth of seagrass
With coral and pearls I collect.
I never once mention my past,
Or let show my fins to suspect.
Extending my silvery reach
I take in the sea breezes’ rush,
Becoming a new memory
Inclining my head in a hush.
As I close my eyes and pretend
The feeling of feet on land’s end.
#sea
#beach
#nature
#fish
#NaPoWriMo2020
670 reads
13 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
8th Apr 2020 4:46pm
8th Apr 2020 4:46pm
She Wolf
I lean to arch & crane my back & neck
To gaze up at the moon’s thick facial scars
From war clubs of the Inca and Aztec
In ceremony’s flight to reach the stars.
A she wolf on a ridge from where I pause
Looks up beseechingly into the night,
Her bristled fur, the digging in of claws
Will marrow forth its bone into moonlight.
The scene reminded me when I was born;
It was the mother Moon that is the same
And here I look upon its she-wolf form
Of which I suckled milk and live its name.
I know...
To gaze up at the moon’s thick facial scars
From war clubs of the Inca and Aztec
In ceremony’s flight to reach the stars.
A she wolf on a ridge from where I pause
Looks up beseechingly into the night,
Her bristled fur, the digging in of claws
Will marrow forth its bone into moonlight.
The scene reminded me when I was born;
It was the mother Moon that is the same
And here I look upon its she-wolf form
Of which I suckled milk and live its name.
I know...
#moon
#nature
#spiritual
#desert
#NaPoWriMo2020
629 reads
12 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
7th Apr 2020 3:30pm
7th Apr 2020 3:30pm
But It Was Good
But it was good to know you when,
And we would party in the street
With all the moves we knew back then
To sweat in summer with the beat.
.
It was that year the boys would grin.
But it was good to know you when
As puberty was setting in,
Our ‘bra size started to extend.
While at the local five and ten
We’d drop a rival with a dime.
But it was good to know you when
It was spent youth with all its time.
It seems forever since we talked;
How girls were jealous of your friend.
Because on Facebook...
And we would party in the street
With all the moves we knew back then
To sweat in summer with the beat.
.
It was that year the boys would grin.
But it was good to know you when
As puberty was setting in,
Our ‘bra size started to extend.
While at the local five and ten
We’d drop a rival with a dime.
But it was good to know you when
It was spent youth with all its time.
It seems forever since we talked;
How girls were jealous of your friend.
Because on Facebook...
#friendship
#memories
#NaPoWriMo2020
#jealousy
#teens
453 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Apr 2020 10:18am
6th Apr 2020 10:18am
There’s Been Talk of Spring
It hasn’t been too many days
My tote bags all were tossed away,
I’ll buy more when it turns to May.
And daily on the phone I ask
When will I have my shot at last,
Please may I have another mask?
I’m five months overdue, I said
I’ve been homebound a year instead
I’m lucky that it hasn’t spread.
I am type-2, it was confirmed.
Myself and I are not on terms
When compromised by icky germs.
“We’re closed on odd & even days”
It never used to be that way ...
My tote bags all were tossed away,
I’ll buy more when it turns to May.
And daily on the phone I ask
When will I have my shot at last,
Please may I have another mask?
I’m five months overdue, I said
I’ve been homebound a year instead
I’m lucky that it hasn’t spread.
I am type-2, it was confirmed.
Myself and I are not on terms
When compromised by icky germs.
“We’re closed on odd & even days”
It never used to be that way ...
#spring
#satirical
#poverty
#NaPoWriMo2020
#pandemic
516 reads
5 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
5th Apr 2020 4:41pm
5th Apr 2020 4:41pm
Fortune Teller
I unveil myself, a new guest,
In her presence of heady Bakoor,
to alight ornate cushions
seeing strung beads come alive.
Was it the weather
I asked the fortune teller,
whose gaze penetrated, saliva
to tastebuds in a new land.
It might have been from an apple,
Gorgeous green and cold.
The start of day in my warm hand
Beginning to sweat.
It gathers, snaking my lifeline.
I rise to meet the intrusion
Of a feathering tongue
In a seduction of sweet cider. ...
In her presence of heady Bakoor,
to alight ornate cushions
seeing strung beads come alive.
Was it the weather
I asked the fortune teller,
whose gaze penetrated, saliva
to tastebuds in a new land.
It might have been from an apple,
Gorgeous green and cold.
The start of day in my warm hand
Beginning to sweat.
It gathers, snaking my lifeline.
I rise to meet the intrusion
Of a feathering tongue
In a seduction of sweet cider. ...
#women
#culture
#sensual
#NaPoWriMo2020
#FreeVerse
1133 reads
19 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
4th Apr 2020 3:03pm
4th Apr 2020 3:03pm
Crispy Skin
My love of Chinese takeout as a sin,
I hoard a soy sauce packet when I can.
I order Cantonese, then Mandarin,
All fortune cookies compliments of Chan.
I met the master chef when I was ten.
My love of Chinese takeout as a sin,
When every Friday night I had a yen
For chicken wonton fried in crispy skin.
If I think it’s the last, I’ll start again
To pig out on his Peking Duck and see
My love of Chinese takeout as a sin
Begins as egg drop soup & ends as tea.
His sweet and sour shrimp per a la carte ...
I hoard a soy sauce packet when I can.
I order Cantonese, then Mandarin,
All fortune cookies compliments of Chan.
I met the master chef when I was ten.
My love of Chinese takeout as a sin,
When every Friday night I had a yen
For chicken wonton fried in crispy skin.
If I think it’s the last, I’ll start again
To pig out on his Peking Duck and see
My love of Chinese takeout as a sin
Begins as egg drop soup & ends as tea.
His sweet and sour shrimp per a la carte ...
#food
#NaPoWriMo2020
#addiction #pandemic
#addiction #pandemic
974 reads
25 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
