Submissions by Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
We’ll always have Gallop.♡
Middle of the Night (rev'd)
the drone of summer bugs,
millions of them; a chant, a mantra
of small tremors shivering the warm air
in the middle of the night
it hangs heavy
from the eaves above the windows
my head throbs with visions of you
as I toss and turn
in my naked half-awareness
dampness circles my neck,
it runs down the valley
between my breasts
sweat pearls on the gentle slope
where my backbone ends
at foothills and tan lines
air hissing from the flutter of
powdered wings, eyes within...
millions of them; a chant, a mantra
of small tremors shivering the warm air
in the middle of the night
it hangs heavy
from the eaves above the windows
my head throbs with visions of you
as I toss and turn
in my naked half-awareness
dampness circles my neck,
it runs down the valley
between my breasts
sweat pearls on the gentle slope
where my backbone ends
at foothills and tan lines
air hissing from the flutter of
powdered wings, eyes within...
#loneliness
#erotic
#summer
#night
#sensual
858 reads
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Defying the Omen
Faith is both an honor and a curse
As your hand rests upon my ethos,
Mouthing of silent devotions first,
Supplicant in your fever's Eros.
To summon the balance of portent
From scarab oracles' age'ed stay,
That has you bargain for a life's rent
Of always, only just one more day__
For an urn of emblazoned frescoes,
With processions of bulls, and of maids,
Filled e'er white with ashes bright as bone;
Earnest to the marrow, it ne'er fades.
As your hand rests upon my ethos,
Mouthing of silent devotions first,
Supplicant in your fever's Eros.
To summon the balance of portent
From scarab oracles' age'ed stay,
That has you bargain for a life's rent
Of always, only just one more day__
For an urn of emblazoned frescoes,
With processions of bulls, and of maids,
Filled e'er white with ashes bright as bone;
Earnest to the marrow, it ne'er fades.
1040 reads
18 Comments
White Stains
Quiet-speak in the room about the day,
not thinking ahead or of any of their names,
drifting on the bed of our spunk of white stains,
coveted for the lovers' truth between us.
An hour spent wiling away your disdain when
we're between our bouts of blissful claims
upon the bed of our spunk of white stains,
coveted for the body imprints from our weight.
It is I who turns to reach out, not for you
but to smoothly stroke the mattress of our
spunk of white stains, coveted...
1003 reads
6 Comments
RAIN
I was rockin' in the swing that my dad made,
on the front of our porch, front of our porch,
Where I grew up with the son of our preacher
ever since I was born, since I were born.
I was too young to know all the right moves,
But I fell for him hard, fell for him hard.
And we walked the old tracks to the graveyard
where the moss-covered headstones were leanin'
like they wanted to roam, wanted to roam.
And we found us a place in between some
where the dry yellow leaves had...
950 reads
17 Comments
INSATIABLE
He wonders what she hides behind
that mischievous smile, and the
crescent wile of curvaceous skin.
The little black dress that shows
what's hidden from within, and artful
hands that tender its sin,
of how her eyes can melt his soul,
black gems that glitter, flash and burn,
and make him yearn for tangled limbs.
His lover's mouth with its hunger,
insatiable until it's done.
Her body's desire renders its pureness,
oiling his with her serpent's move, ...
1549 reads
28 Comments
The Clouds Never Spoke
(Haibun)
The clouds never spoke. Even thunder claps and blinding flashes from a storm without rain in late summer had nothing to do with the lack of words. Exchanging this brief life for the view of a pinpoint universe in the belief, with that same view blocked from my aspheric vantage, that I was being observed, never suspecting their indifference. Yet for all the muteness in their constant rebirth, I recalled how awestruck the sight of the slow majesty of clouds redefining the summit of a distant range was, than the lidless glare of a day's clear sky sitting featureless on...
The clouds never spoke. Even thunder claps and blinding flashes from a storm without rain in late summer had nothing to do with the lack of words. Exchanging this brief life for the view of a pinpoint universe in the belief, with that same view blocked from my aspheric vantage, that I was being observed, never suspecting their indifference. Yet for all the muteness in their constant rebirth, I recalled how awestruck the sight of the slow majesty of clouds redefining the summit of a distant range was, than the lidless glare of a day's clear sky sitting featureless on...
#identity
#sky
#clouds #nature
#clouds #nature
890 reads
10 Comments
god
As a child so high
I remember how
you'd spend a
summer's Saturday
morning rising
following along
an alley fence
on and on, in song
with a netted hoop
that you would
from time to time
SWOOP
o'er weedy scrub
that clung against
the weathered slats
in hopes to catch
a butterfly
which would startle
as you'd pounce upon
and watch it fight
to gain its flight
till capitulation
was in sight
and that's when I'd
upturn the net
and set it free-- ...
#BestFriend
#suicide
#God #spiritual
#God #spiritual
822 reads
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I See You
Tell me how you feel about me
Even though we might've just met.
Where you're from and where you will be,
And I'll tell you that I see you.
If you ask me how I'm doing,
And you hope I'll say I'm fine too,
Let's pretend you're dying to know
And I'll tell you that I see you.
Rolling along, are we merely
Rolling along, just to only
See where it blows, anything goes,
Sail the ocean, seasick motion.
Walking the tide, shoes in our hands,
You've got a taste, a frosty...
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Tanka Rensaku: Death
It doesn't matter,
especially when death comes,
what season it is,
whether into the ether
when a part of a life leaves
through a window, or
out the door in even steps,
3-days worth in a bag
knowing how long as I do
the actual uncounted
in a constant sleep
even during waking hours
forgetting to eat
daylight unable to break
where all the blinds are missing
Rensaku: linked tanka
#death
#tanka
1365 reads
26 Comments
Off the Clock
Your sexual specialty, and mine
will take us to opposite ends
when the time comes.
But we're off the clock
without a second hand,
though it's our hands that linger
with fumbling fingers that
nervously probe and retract
with each gasp and sigh.
It's refreshing to be unsure,
hesitant and halting,
your seek-and-find eyes on me
as I try not to look back too long.
That's how awkwardly pleasant it feels
as we both relearn how to be virgins.
To be surprised:
a...
#lust
#sex
#erotic
1120 reads
20 Comments
Father's Land, Mother's Song
I follow ponies 'cross the stream
While as they drink among the reeds,
Spring-choked water, stiff-backed stems
That pull upon my buckskin hem.
The sunset air alights the glow
With only sounds of currents' flow.
Of dandelions' lazy rush
To graze across my cheeks their blush.
I step upon my Father's land,
The water from my leggings' ran
While on a journey heading home,
And I with Mother's song to roam.
For there ahead of me I hear ...
930 reads
22 Comments
Left Brain - Right Brain
(My post on the "Understanding men" discussion thread today... enjoy!)
Well...
I've thought about it and here's my conclusion, short and sweet, and no disrespect to host or anyone of any gender intended:
Left brain - Right brain
I don't want to understand men,
I haven't a thing against them.
I don't have the energy 'cause
it's case-by-case then when I pause
to know one beyond a handshake.
I don't expect any of them
to "understand" me, all as men.
No worries, no pressure, not one,
just go...
Well...
I've thought about it and here's my conclusion, short and sweet, and no disrespect to host or anyone of any gender intended:
Left brain - Right brain
I don't want to understand men,
I haven't a thing against them.
I don't have the energy 'cause
it's case-by-case then when I pause
to know one beyond a handshake.
I don't expect any of them
to "understand" me, all as men.
No worries, no pressure, not one,
just go...
818 reads
17 Comments
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