Submissions by Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
We’ll always have Gallop.♡
SELF POEM
Published
7th Feb 2020 1:17am
7th Feb 2020 1:17am
baby Mole 2.
( a wee crossword visual verse )
#identity
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry #minimalist
#WritingPoetry #minimalist
553 reads
12 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
4th Feb 2020 5:15pm
4th Feb 2020 5:15pm
The Dark Side
( a Quatern )
I live life on the dark side of the moon,
You can’t tell if I ever see the sun.
I watch the stars in nurseries as they bloom,
And give them names of planets every one.
I slipped the surly bonds of Earth to find
I live life on the dark side of the moon.
There’s craters to explore as I unwind,
Rare objects while I write my next haiku.
It’s time I had some lunch this afternoon,
I’ve gathered pretty samples for a book.
I live life on the dark side of the moon,
I’ve made a little dugout where I...
I live life on the dark side of the moon,
You can’t tell if I ever see the sun.
I watch the stars in nurseries as they bloom,
And give them names of planets every one.
I slipped the surly bonds of Earth to find
I live life on the dark side of the moon.
There’s craters to explore as I unwind,
Rare objects while I write my next haiku.
It’s time I had some lunch this afternoon,
I’ve gathered pretty samples for a book.
I live life on the dark side of the moon,
I’ve made a little dugout where I...
#universe
#moon
#stars
#night
#astronomy
1161 reads
20 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2020 9:34am
3rd Feb 2020 9:34am
Shoveling Snow with Buddha
( after Billy Collins)
He shows up from out of nowhere,
of dazzling blue once the storm passes by.
Approaches with a smile, eyes of crescent moon,
offering a hand of strength and of mirth,
as honest labor of brotherly love.
I could be overthinking an uncommon sight
added to an otherwise common act.
Besides, there’s nothing out of place
when it comes to Winter at this time of year,
with my neighborhood inundated in white powder.
And I don’t question his abbreviated attire,
a...
He shows up from out of nowhere,
of dazzling blue once the storm passes by.
Approaches with a smile, eyes of crescent moon,
offering a hand of strength and of mirth,
as honest labor of brotherly love.
I could be overthinking an uncommon sight
added to an otherwise common act.
Besides, there’s nothing out of place
when it comes to Winter at this time of year,
with my neighborhood inundated in white powder.
And I don’t question his abbreviated attire,
a...
#winter
#Buddhist
#spiritual
#LifeAsAWriter
#BillyCollins
900 reads
19 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Feb 2020 11:31am
1st Feb 2020 11:31am
A Poet’s Paradox*
( *according to Oxford )
A millionaire po’etess, very strange,
To be true to myself, negotiate!
How does that rate my writing in exchange,
Let’s see what’s in the 8 ball as my fate.
Commodities in verse, it says “Fuck Yes”;
A millionaire po’etess, very strange.
I might as well proclaim a lucky guess,
Come visit me I’m at the stock exchange.
The other times I’m practicing my range,
To duet with the artist known as ‘Sting’.
A millionaire po’etess, very strange;
I’m born with perfect pitch but I can’t sing.
...
A millionaire po’etess, very strange,
To be true to myself, negotiate!
How does that rate my writing in exchange,
Let’s see what’s in the 8 ball as my fate.
Commodities in verse, it says “Fuck Yes”;
A millionaire po’etess, very strange.
I might as well proclaim a lucky guess,
Come visit me I’m at the stock exchange.
The other times I’m practicing my range,
To duet with the artist known as ‘Sting’.
A millionaire po’etess, very strange;
I’m born with perfect pitch but I can’t sing.
...
#money
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#mystery
#poverty
655 reads
8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
31st Jan 2020 5:14am
31st Jan 2020 5:14am
Stories On A Dime
( after Langston Hughes )
Ever since as a man full grown
With some things of my own,
From the cost-of-living wages
Of my job of six days, is
How I came to own a TV set
From a pawnshop bet,
Made by a son of a white man’s
Cancelled installment plan.
But what I see on local news,
Of cigarettes and booze,
Will never be like yesterday
When Grandpa went away.
A nickel steak at roadside eats,
Fried eggs you...
Ever since as a man full grown
With some things of my own,
From the cost-of-living wages
Of my job of six days, is
How I came to own a TV set
From a pawnshop bet,
Made by a son of a white man’s
Cancelled installment plan.
But what I see on local news,
Of cigarettes and booze,
Will never be like yesterday
When Grandpa went away.
A nickel steak at roadside eats,
Fried eggs you...
#family
#nostalgia
#LangstonHughes
#LifeStruggles
#city
807 reads
11 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Jan 2020 9:21am
29th Jan 2020 9:21am
Unripened Haiku
🍒
sharp wind, bitter moon
legacies of foraging
when we’re not needed
🍒
earthly messengers
little packages too soon
will sour a tongue
🍒
a walk in the hills
the succulent pies to make
if not for the thorns
🍒
sharp wind, bitter moon
legacies of foraging
when we’re not needed
🍒
earthly messengers
little packages too soon
will sour a tongue
🍒
a walk in the hills
the succulent pies to make
if not for the thorns
🍒
#earth
#moon
#nature
#food
#haiku
729 reads
12 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
28th Jan 2020 5:49pm
28th Jan 2020 5:49pm
A Moment I Felt Would Never Come
i.
It’s like once having known a
chronic alcoholic, which I never had,
at close quarters, which I also
never had. No more calculating
minutes, soft-boiled to hard.
Waiting till he finds the butter knife
is not with its dish, oh my God.
A ceramic coffee mug stained
with its last watermark, good Lord.
ii.
Like mix-match napkins set carefully there,
I stood in place on each black and white square
on the stage of our chess board
to which I’d record
all of the years I thought I could fix,
and spent waiting...
It’s like once having known a
chronic alcoholic, which I never had,
at close quarters, which I also
never had. No more calculating
minutes, soft-boiled to hard.
Waiting till he finds the butter knife
is not with its dish, oh my God.
A ceramic coffee mug stained
with its last watermark, good Lord.
ii.
Like mix-match napkins set carefully there,
I stood in place on each black and white square
on the stage of our chess board
to which I’d record
all of the years I thought I could fix,
and spent waiting...
#marriage
#breakup
#MovingOn
#LouiseGluck
#obsession
695 reads
13 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
27th Jan 2020 1:22am
27th Jan 2020 1:22am
The Poetry of Rain
I’ve always loved the poetry of rain
As such a force of nature I could feel,
In flow of alley creeks, a distant train,
A way of life and loss it would reveal.
I’d run to classes Monday in a storm,
I’ve always loved the poetry of rain.
At night a cold in bed is safe & warm,
One corner of the ceiling with a stain.
I was a tempest toss’d that never came,
Instead, direction was within my pen.
I’ve always loved the poetry of rain,
To never stop, not if I live again.
Today the southland winter sun is gone
To...
As such a force of nature I could feel,
In flow of alley creeks, a distant train,
A way of life and loss it would reveal.
I’d run to classes Monday in a storm,
I’ve always loved the poetry of rain.
At night a cold in bed is safe & warm,
One corner of the ceiling with a stain.
I was a tempest toss’d that never came,
Instead, direction was within my pen.
I’ve always loved the poetry of rain,
To never stop, not if I live again.
Today the southland winter sun is gone
To...
#rain
#storm
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#passion
855 reads
18 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
25th Jan 2020 3:09am
25th Jan 2020 3:09am
baby Mole 1.
a wee crossword visual verse*
#mystery
#minimalist
#flowers
977 reads
14 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Jan 2020 1:21pm
24th Jan 2020 1:21pm
A Reason To Happen
We will make it a reason to happen,
That’s the way humans work around here.
We’re a party just made to be rappin’,
It’s the season to walk around bare!
It’s been spoken “a body be praised”,
We will make it a reason to happen.
That’s the way Mother Nature was raised,
Let the worship begin, gums a‘flappin’.
We don’t spend alla time just for nappjn’,
There are plenty of things to think of.
We will make it a reason to happen,
Like the times when we’re fallin’ in love.
Even when I am down I feel good,
And my bare...
That’s the way humans work around here.
We’re a party just made to be rappin’,
It’s the season to walk around bare!
It’s been spoken “a body be praised”,
We will make it a reason to happen.
That’s the way Mother Nature was raised,
Let the worship begin, gums a‘flappin’.
We don’t spend alla time just for nappjn’,
There are plenty of things to think of.
We will make it a reason to happen,
Like the times when we’re fallin’ in love.
Even when I am down I feel good,
And my bare...
#inspirational
#nature
#food
#humankind
#FallingInLove
698 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2020 4:48am
23rd Jan 2020 4:48am
Black As Noir
( a Concrete spill & scrub )
A
black
tar crow,
the night in
silhouette, he
flies away from
his inheritance but
is caged by syllables
and the past, black as
noir of death before
dawn, with sirens’
calling that also
turn to night,
but it’s then
as crow’s
perch’d
above
over
city
street,
fleeting
shadows
a city flash
neon strobe
that separates,
to merge into the ...
A
black
tar crow,
the night in
silhouette, he
flies away from
his inheritance but
is caged by syllables
and the past, black as
noir of death before
dawn, with sirens’
calling that also
turn to night,
but it’s then
as crow’s
perch’d
above
over
city
street,
fleeting
shadows
a city flash
neon strobe
that separates,
to merge into the ...
#dark
#betrayal
#murder
#lover
#mystery
732 reads
22 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2020 9:23pm
22nd Jan 2020 9:23pm
Night Nursery
( senryu )
silently inching unseen,
unless you squint,
the algae-eater — eats
🐟
it never admonishes,
sees or lectures
but duly polishes
🐟
while the two residents,
my tiger oscars,
take turns fanning the eggs
🐟
smartest of all tank fish,
they are royalty
and I feed them by hand
🐟
in the midst of pebbles,
of castle and conch
rests a nest of grey slate
🐟
the expectant mother ...
silently inching unseen,
unless you squint,
the algae-eater — eats
🐟
it never admonishes,
sees or lectures
but duly polishes
🐟
while the two residents,
my tiger oscars,
take turns fanning the eggs
🐟
smartest of all tank fish,
they are royalty
and I feed them by hand
🐟
in the midst of pebbles,
of castle and conch
rests a nest of grey slate
🐟
the expectant mother ...
#birth
#fish
602 reads
11 Comments
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