Submissions by Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
We’ll always have Gallop.♡
LOVE POEM
Published
4th Mar 2020 3:49pm
4th Mar 2020 3:49pm
Homecoming
( after Carol Ann Duffy)
Comfortable:
Morning drip-dries;
shadows cast
as you sleep in.
The old ways are still best;
fresh laundry hanging.
Sounds of creaking
and squeaking
throughout the house;
still I know which is you
from that of a mouse.
Weather reports;
our two dogs
at the screen door;
it’s begun to rain birds
from a candy store.
They move outside,
the...
Comfortable:
Morning drip-dries;
shadows cast
as you sleep in.
The old ways are still best;
fresh laundry hanging.
Sounds of creaking
and squeaking
throughout the house;
still I know which is you
from that of a mouse.
Weather reports;
our two dogs
at the screen door;
it’s begun to rain birds
from a candy store.
They move outside,
the...
#love
#relationships
#CarolAnnDuffy
748 reads
13 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2020 1:41pm
3rd Mar 2020 1:41pm
I Wonder Where I’ve Been?
I wonder where I’ve been since yesterday
Or was it day before, my, how time flies.
It’s not just one place that I only stay,
But where I go I can’t believe my eyes.
Did I go shopping, did I see a show?
I wonder where I’ve been since yesterday.
I maybe had Chinese but I don’t know,
Or mini golf if I had time to play.
If I went out, it must have been okay
To take a bus or taxi to the pier.
I wonder where I’ve been since yesterday;
I hope I picked up several souvenirs.
And if I’d been outside I wash the cat,
And...
Or was it day before, my, how time flies.
It’s not just one place that I only stay,
But where I go I can’t believe my eyes.
Did I go shopping, did I see a show?
I wonder where I’ve been since yesterday.
I maybe had Chinese but I don’t know,
Or mini golf if I had time to play.
If I went out, it must have been okay
To take a bus or taxi to the pier.
I wonder where I’ve been since yesterday;
I hope I picked up several souvenirs.
And if I’d been outside I wash the cat,
And...
#love
#friendship
#nostalgia
828 reads
21 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Feb 2020 11:20am
29th Feb 2020 11:20am
P B & J
( a Quatern jingle )
It sticks to the roof of your mouth,
We bet you love what that can do.
The EU, the States, check it out,
It’s all the rage, healthy & new.
Creamy, chunky and jelly-swirled,
It sticks to the roof of your mouth.
There’s nothing like it in the world,
With a peanut taste from the south.
Hey SKIPPY & JIF, what up now?
On a shelf, never out of stock.
It sticks to the roof of your mouth;
With PETER PAN, cookies will rock.
Imagine if we come today
To leave...
It sticks to the roof of your mouth,
We bet you love what that can do.
The EU, the States, check it out,
It’s all the rage, healthy & new.
Creamy, chunky and jelly-swirled,
It sticks to the roof of your mouth.
There’s nothing like it in the world,
With a peanut taste from the south.
Hey SKIPPY & JIF, what up now?
On a shelf, never out of stock.
It sticks to the roof of your mouth;
With PETER PAN, cookies will rock.
Imagine if we come today
To leave...
#food
#PopCulture
651 reads
12 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
27th Feb 2020 4:19am
27th Feb 2020 4:19am
HERE (visceral revisited)
I shiver with a fever.
The deep-throated sound
of drones menace
as they hover near a sickbed.
It’s gonna be a long one,
I can’t tell.
I close my eyes, but
there’s no chance to sleep.
And it’s like I’m not here
as I sit up, groggy and cold,
while flames
leap from my head.
Hospital socks on my feet.
The nightshirt clings,
anonymously,
and the IV drip runs dry.
Every inch my body...
The deep-throated sound
of drones menace
as they hover near a sickbed.
It’s gonna be a long one,
I can’t tell.
I close my eyes, but
there’s no chance to sleep.
And it’s like I’m not here
as I sit up, groggy and cold,
while flames
leap from my head.
Hospital socks on my feet.
The nightshirt clings,
anonymously,
and the IV drip runs dry.
Every inch my body...
#murder
#scary
#MentalHealth #confusion
#MentalHealth #confusion
792 reads
20 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Feb 2020 3:53am
21st Feb 2020 3:53am
Was It The Dublin Coddle
( going out on a Limerick )
There once was a copper named Bart
‘Twas famous the way he could fart,
Locals thought it obscene
How he’d pile on the beans,
The crowd all said ‘He must be smart!’
He seemed to be bless’d from the start
Bart turned pooting into an art,
So on St Paddy’s Day
We were happy and gay,
A party there’d be a la carte.
The town planners made it a gift
And foot the bill due to the thrift,
All the ladies would make
Shepherd’s pie,...
There once was a copper named Bart
‘Twas famous the way he could fart,
Locals thought it obscene
How he’d pile on the beans,
The crowd all said ‘He must be smart!’
He seemed to be bless’d from the start
Bart turned pooting into an art,
So on St Paddy’s Day
We were happy and gay,
A party there’d be a la carte.
The town planners made it a gift
And foot the bill due to the thrift,
All the ladies would make
Shepherd’s pie,...
#food
#limerick
#funny
#culture
#tradition
793 reads
20 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
18th Feb 2020 4:54am
18th Feb 2020 4:54am
Too Soon Yet Too Late
Describing its arc in words I had read,
A cavalier speaker my fate.
In a cryptic tongue of semaphore shed,
You’re leaving too soon yet too late.
What happened to me before I could feel
Came sooner by the heart to rout.
But what happened to you didn’t seem real,
Was too late for me to find out.
I don’t understand how some treat a soul
The way thoughtless ones did to you.
Your poet’s innocence they freely stole,
To take control but had no clue.
It looks very soon I’ll be where you won’t,
A graveyard...
A cavalier speaker my fate.
In a cryptic tongue of semaphore shed,
You’re leaving too soon yet too late.
What happened to me before I could feel
Came sooner by the heart to rout.
But what happened to you didn’t seem real,
Was too late for me to find out.
I don’t understand how some treat a soul
The way thoughtless ones did to you.
Your poet’s innocence they freely stole,
To take control but had no clue.
It looks very soon I’ll be where you won’t,
A graveyard...
#sadness
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#admiration
#respect
834 reads
21 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Feb 2020 12:21pm
17th Feb 2020 12:21pm
Christsong
( after Stevie Smith )
I was taught
he is the weightless son
from eternal death.
But then
out from under
brick and mortar dogma,
that says
what they claim
are Christ’s words.
Hear him—
not only on the wing,
but everywhere air is lifted,
for wind of storm is breath,
and rushing water from a stream.
Is this the way—
where he is distant,
all in the...
I was taught
he is the weightless son
from eternal death.
But then
out from under
brick and mortar dogma,
that says
what they claim
are Christ’s words.
Hear him—
not only on the wing,
but everywhere air is lifted,
for wind of storm is breath,
and rushing water from a stream.
Is this the way—
where he is distant,
all in the...
#nature
#religion
#God
#son
#StevieSmith
661 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Feb 2020 10:49am
14th Feb 2020 10:49am
Reading Myself to Sleep in My Hometown of Manhattan
( after Billy Collins )
I look forward to enlightenment as I am about to
retire to a bedroom in a master suite overlooking
the upper Manhattan skyline of lights that remain
burning while I plan to sail in a glorious sendoff.
A snifter of brandy helps to set aside anticipation
of watching fireworks at midnight from forty floors,
to put me on track the choice of leather I’ll read.
A soft swish of diaphanous curtains sway across
from stem to stern with a click by remote control ...
I look forward to enlightenment as I am about to
retire to a bedroom in a master suite overlooking
the upper Manhattan skyline of lights that remain
burning while I plan to sail in a glorious sendoff.
A snifter of brandy helps to set aside anticipation
of watching fireworks at midnight from forty floors,
to put me on track the choice of leather I’ll read.
A soft swish of diaphanous curtains sway across
from stem to stern with a click by remote control ...
#dreams
#city
#books
#sleep
#BillyCollins
717 reads
13 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Feb 2020 10:16am
11th Feb 2020 10:16am
Epilogue
( a visual six word story )
#love
#death
#minimalist #TruthOfLife
#minimalist #TruthOfLife
624 reads
12 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Feb 2020 9:36am
11th Feb 2020 9:36am
Forces
visual verse in haiku/senryu
a whisper precedes
a windswept crush in secret
before I can think
it comes in a flash
the blindness quickly shatters
heavy and humid
thick brows go darker—
rattle of hail and thunder
culls earth at my feet
reminding me how
Mother Nature invented
masculinity
a whisper precedes
a windswept crush in secret
before I can think
it comes in a flash
the blindness quickly shatters
heavy and humid
thick brows go darker—
rattle of hail and thunder
culls earth at my feet
reminding me how
Mother Nature invented
masculinity
#storm
#nature
#masculinity
#haiku
#senryu
731 reads
16 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
10th Feb 2020 3:36am
10th Feb 2020 3:36am
For A Dragon In Winter
A dragon in Winter is glorified,
In snow shingles hung on her draft’d wings.
Above the rafters where her victims hide,
Her brittle shadow coveted by kings.
Before this time of year she had a mate,
A dragon in Winter is glorified.
The tiny prince in slumber as he waits,
Is gently rock’d by mother as she’ll glide.
And then she finds a cave both deep & wide,
Ten knights go out to kill her noble Heath’.
A dragon in Winter is glorified,
To strip him to the bone to sell the meat.
In coinage of the realm...
In snow shingles hung on her draft’d wings.
Above the rafters where her victims hide,
Her brittle shadow coveted by kings.
Before this time of year she had a mate,
A dragon in Winter is glorified.
The tiny prince in slumber as he waits,
Is gently rock’d by mother as she’ll glide.
And then she finds a cave both deep & wide,
Ten knights go out to kill her noble Heath’.
A dragon in Winter is glorified,
To strip him to the bone to sell the meat.
In coinage of the realm...
#motherhood
#death
#winter
#snow
#dragons
763 reads
14 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
9th Feb 2020 12:48pm
9th Feb 2020 12:48pm
Incense In My Navel
( a Quatern )
I’ve incense in my navel day and night,
Aroma wafting gentle from the heat.
To celebrate the passions I ignite,
Of my de’sires, sa’vory and sweet.
To entertain my guests both him & her,
I’ve incense in my navel day and night.
For each: patchouli, cedar, pine & myrrh
To rouse a mind in midnight blue delight.
A sumptuous buffet, the evening’s height,
Between, we do the bathing nymphs tableau.
I’ve incense in my navel day and night,
I share with James Corden the late late show.
...
I’ve incense in my navel day and night,
Aroma wafting gentle from the heat.
To celebrate the passions I ignite,
Of my de’sires, sa’vory and sweet.
To entertain my guests both him & her,
I’ve incense in my navel day and night.
For each: patchouli, cedar, pine & myrrh
To rouse a mind in midnight blue delight.
A sumptuous buffet, the evening’s height,
Between, we do the bathing nymphs tableau.
I’ve incense in my navel day and night,
I share with James Corden the late late show.
...
#erotic
#lover
#sensual
#LongDistanceRelationship
#IMissYou
672 reads
12 Comments
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