Submissions by Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
We’ll always have Gallop.♡
INSOMNIA
Tell me the name is for a goddess,
capricious and deadly, who
mocks the afflicted in their dreams.
I might endure more graciously
if only this were a dream. It is
she who tosses fireballs of light
pulsating, flashing bright
and going dim in the blackness
behind these herniated eyes,
to devour while I hear the sustained
pitch of a sonic scream through
the static frequency of night air,
the peal and cry of her harpies
smelling of singed hair and brains;
the fever and...
capricious and deadly, who
mocks the afflicted in their dreams.
I might endure more graciously
if only this were a dream. It is
she who tosses fireballs of light
pulsating, flashing bright
and going dim in the blackness
behind these herniated eyes,
to devour while I hear the sustained
pitch of a sonic scream through
the static frequency of night air,
the peal and cry of her harpies
smelling of singed hair and brains;
the fever and...
869 reads
12 Comments
LACED
"Hello my pretty", said a crackled greet,
directed at a raven-haired young girl
who sat to warm herself beside stone hearth
in forest lodge, so very far from home.
The stooped and warted visitor approached
across the threshold o'er which she did walk
and shuffled softly as to not disturb,
with door ajar, fair one heard not a word.
The fire's glow reveal'd the witch's form,
who's toothless mouth was stretched into a grin,
"What be the problem, why ye look so sad?
With knitted brow, the dark-haired maiden...
#fate
#food
696 reads
4 Comments
Alice Revisited
( an English fantasy sonnet )
I close my eyes to rest; there's tapestry,
With paisley swirls: wine, mustard, blue & jade.
A glorious ballet of pageantry
To enter in and join the muse parade.
I see the world within as I sink down
As Alice in her fall to Wonderland.
A flashing, shining teacup ride with sound,
Accompanied by players in a band.
The time I spend with Alice gives me pause,
To speculate just why I'm where I'm at.
But need I question the effect & cause;
I'll simply sit...
I close my eyes to rest; there's tapestry,
With paisley swirls: wine, mustard, blue & jade.
A glorious ballet of pageantry
To enter in and join the muse parade.
I see the world within as I sink down
As Alice in her fall to Wonderland.
A flashing, shining teacup ride with sound,
Accompanied by players in a band.
The time I spend with Alice gives me pause,
To speculate just why I'm where I'm at.
But need I question the effect & cause;
I'll simply sit...
741 reads
2 Comments
KISMET
The Godiva feel upon the saddle
Whene'er I have a need to straddle you,
Looking through the chink, could it be true? Kismet!
The gentle urge of passion-cum-demure,
Each minute's tryst, from stem to stern's allure,
What do you think of your petit minx, monsieur, kismet?
The tickle of my darling lingerie,
Perfumed and flirty feathered fan so gay,
I wait for you to take it all away, mon dieu, kismet!
The lusty pull of our sex play between,
A table with aperitifs licked clean,
There's nothing it more clearly means: kismet.
...
776 reads
4 Comments
Gifts in tiny origami swans
i: (haiku)
a chorus of tree frogs
convene
for a sunset song of green
ii: (senryu)
I want to be a cricket
in your pants
and rub your leg with mine
iii: (haiku)
solstice moon
I stand at ocean's edge
which stone is mine
iv: (tanka)
ghost town storefront:
faded words read
"purveyor of spirits
and fine wine"
v: (tanka)
jungle drums,
exotic bird calls,
the park's playground
and the natives ...
860 reads
12 Comments
PLAYTIME
It used to be that my
pale, boney knees
would be scraped past the skin
scabbed over, and wrinkled.
And I, the dark-haired girl,
knew that every night,
the bad part of me
crawled out through the crust
to stealthily find my prey
whom I would seduce
(for who'd think me a threat)
and let them have their way.
To give my victim license
before calling the demons,
watching the slaughter,
waiting to play with my friends.
Copyright ©2016...
pale, boney knees
would be scraped past the skin
scabbed over, and wrinkled.
And I, the dark-haired girl,
knew that every night,
the bad part of me
crawled out through the crust
to stealthily find my prey
whom I would seduce
(for who'd think me a threat)
and let them have their way.
To give my victim license
before calling the demons,
watching the slaughter,
waiting to play with my friends.
Copyright ©2016...
#dark
#childhood
#gothic
#death
#friendship
678 reads
6 Comments
LOVERS
we were lovers from a key stroke
before knowing another way,
as if it were by match strike, melting
scrim of snow that fogged our days,
a single word, then another,
taking us where they'd descended,
discarded feathers touching down
where words sparked and darkness ended,
the vantage of a global span
doesn't save the fabric fraying,
showing through from years of wearing
of its nature, why it's tearing
aging long before we wouldn't, ...
774 reads
13 Comments
RAINBOW
As a child camping with family, I ventured
from our double tent into the chilled air
come dawn after a night-long downpour,
when Yosemite was clean & brilliant, in
morning filtered through the branches
of more pine trees than one could fathom,
to my favorite vantage, the smooth outcrop
of granite that rose from the path I walked
each day, to a cold, chattering stream.
Climbing atop and standing in the silence
on the concave expanse of stone, I beheld
overhead, the arc of a rainbow!
The myth of...
#childhood
#rainbow
#nature
#memories
#NaPoWriMo2016
774 reads
4 Comments
"PUSSY GALORE"
To the throb of music, the
announcer, stage left,
stomps a foot to the beat,
flings a hand out, pointing
indicates center stage as a
spotlight suddenly burns
bright where I stand,
feet apart in red stiletto heels
showing off a pair of nicely
turned ankles wrapped
in fishnet stockings, held up
with garters of roses.
My figure sparkles from
glitter dusted on my skin.
The beat courses through me,
my eardrums twitter,
tickling the canal
as I start to shake my head ...
announcer, stage left,
stomps a foot to the beat,
flings a hand out, pointing
indicates center stage as a
spotlight suddenly burns
bright where I stand,
feet apart in red stiletto heels
showing off a pair of nicely
turned ankles wrapped
in fishnet stockings, held up
with garters of roses.
My figure sparkles from
glitter dusted on my skin.
The beat courses through me,
my eardrums twitter,
tickling the canal
as I start to shake my head ...
#mother
#wife
#erotic #dance
#erotic #dance
1238 reads
9 Comments
DELICIOUS
He thought that he had met a delicate submissive girl,
To teach her of his bidding while around his finger curl.
It seemed so cut & dried, so black & white, the bargain met,
Not even using safe words to secure the argument.
Right off the bat he saw that she could not scratch his itch,
Until the day he realized she really was a switch.
But she’s been growing on him, and by now is growing in,
And as of late the girl's the One who gives the permission.
Moving thru’ his deeper side much darker than he rations,...
To teach her of his bidding while around his finger curl.
It seemed so cut & dried, so black & white, the bargain met,
Not even using safe words to secure the argument.
Right off the bat he saw that she could not scratch his itch,
Until the day he realized she really was a switch.
But she’s been growing on him, and by now is growing in,
And as of late the girl's the One who gives the permission.
Moving thru’ his deeper side much darker than he rations,...
#sex
#erotic
#BDSM
#acceptance
#addiction
974 reads
7 Comments
BREAD
Hallway doctors,
pure as angels,
white as chefs
peruse menus on
clipboards,
their exhaustion
mouthed in metric
from a
graveyard shift cuisine,
is measuring the flour,
cutting off
the surplus
with whispers,
adhering
to rules, to rules, to rules
that open hospital smocks
mockingly exposing
the cold leakage
of air and latex,
the way fatigue
fatally sets in
when
leaning against
deadened
sagging bilious walls,
bringing on
the droning buzz of
flickering fluorescent...
pure as angels,
white as chefs
peruse menus on
clipboards,
their exhaustion
mouthed in metric
from a
graveyard shift cuisine,
is measuring the flour,
cutting off
the surplus
with whispers,
adhering
to rules, to rules, to rules
that open hospital smocks
mockingly exposing
the cold leakage
of air and latex,
the way fatigue
fatally sets in
when
leaning against
deadened
sagging bilious walls,
bringing on
the droning buzz of
flickering fluorescent...
#MentalHealth
#fear
#angels #graveyard
#angels #graveyard
1064 reads
8 Comments
MULE
Draw the seared tracks in pools of his
Lethargy one minute, through dwindling
Piles of emeralds & rubies, the next.
My nephew Kyle could've been anything.
A mulatto baby out of wedlock,
Not in the social outcast sense, but
In the way his (also) mulatto father
Abandoned him, after trying to kidnap him
From his mother in a parking lot in
Broad daylight, traumatizing him at age 3.
He was beautiful in ev'ry shade the
word is meant to convey.
He became a...
Lethargy one minute, through dwindling
Piles of emeralds & rubies, the next.
My nephew Kyle could've been anything.
A mulatto baby out of wedlock,
Not in the social outcast sense, but
In the way his (also) mulatto father
Abandoned him, after trying to kidnap him
From his mother in a parking lot in
Broad daylight, traumatizing him at age 3.
He was beautiful in ev'ry shade the
word is meant to convey.
He became a...
875 reads
16 Comments
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