Submissions by Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
We’ll always have Gallop.♡
Wartime Noir
(circa 1944)
Sparks flying off asphalt of a
June summer's heat and humidity
after another shower for the day.
I huddle in the open doorway
of a deli, partially hidden under
the striped awning, a neon sign
flickers in the display window.
The smell of warm pastrami on rye
entices passers-by to come in.
That's New York City for you,
the bustle of pedestrians racing
always against the red lights until
a cloudburst makes people gather,
temporary acquaintances, in
every doorway,...
Sparks flying off asphalt of a
June summer's heat and humidity
after another shower for the day.
I huddle in the open doorway
of a deli, partially hidden under
the striped awning, a neon sign
flickers in the display window.
The smell of warm pastrami on rye
entices passers-by to come in.
That's New York City for you,
the bustle of pedestrians racing
always against the red lights until
a cloudburst makes people gather,
temporary acquaintances, in
every doorway,...
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Parallel
The ghostly sightings of space rats,
elusive in the passages of wormholes,
and the portal of trees lit by the lunar rings
in a constant curling of echoes,
and the rare exchange--
gulls, reversed mutations to pterodactyl,
drift inland like mega spores from the
hyperbaric void that cosmic storms leave
behind, gravitate, where static crackles
as you seek shelter:
territorial, from the cellular towers,
nuclear isomers foraging between bomb bays,
while drawn to this molecular lyric...
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Escape from Planet Microverse
Its porous surface of all-seeing eyes
with volcanic sties at polar ends,
from the erratic tug of satellites that scan
across the static of elliptical rings,
when spirit had released its
circle into a sea of impetus--
the will of force, to start and end
a journey past, and then begin again.
Traditional spells aside,
with much to abort and to abide,
to assuage the widow moon's bridge-keeper
with bribes of all that you promised her,
Lest you wade the murky depths in the ...
with volcanic sties at polar ends,
from the erratic tug of satellites that scan
across the static of elliptical rings,
when spirit had released its
circle into a sea of impetus--
the will of force, to start and end
a journey past, and then begin again.
Traditional spells aside,
with much to abort and to abide,
to assuage the widow moon's bridge-keeper
with bribes of all that you promised her,
Lest you wade the murky depths in the ...
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Sunrise
Before the last time of my birth
And far beyond it was my first
I make a voyage most profound
Before its rudder runs aground.
Adieu skyscraper spires vast
By tall ship’s canvas-billow’d mast
Across an ocean, right to find,
A life of calling, left behind.
Aligning with a northern speck
To guide me on my global trek
And kiss a rising shoreline’s day
Of star-tipped palm fronds’ thoughtful sway
Atop the arms of listing greet
My native,...
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Patchouli
He didn't bargain for
what was to come...
hurt and abused as he
had been, by the
meat-eating women he
laid with each night,
for one so new and fresh
to come and stay,
this bohemian vegan
in her caftan,
showing to advantage
her pear-shaped breasts
through paisley sleeves that belled
open; breezeways,
a blithe spirit floating
in patchouli,
with tender nipples, flushed
and pointing... up.
©2016 Jade-Pandora. All Rights Reserved.
...
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Hide and Seek
Astride, leaning inward
sweeping my woven plait
across your hairy pate.
Your eyes squint, laugh lines crease,
the rest I wonder who
it feels like, grazing through,
floating, without a catch
o'er the course, peppered thatch,
hiding your face amid,
while, between thighs rubbed raw
as you skid in the push,
chafe of that pepper bush!
©2016 Jade Pandora. All Rights Reserved.
I wrote each stanza in tercet, with 6 syllables per line.
This piece was a runner-up in the DUP competition "Stroking that...
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PRAISE
(a Jade-Pandora & Hepcat61 collaboration)
I cannot avert my eyes while
In praise of yours, striving
Towards the clearness of your being,
Across who's face dances the
Blood red wine flames of life
On its skin of gold leaf.
My breath bellows it into
Sunsets of a citrus palette,
Brushing all forms free of stain,
Against which the melodious riot of
Existence peals its flute notes
Without leaving our presence.
...
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Haiku/Senryu Renga: HIT MAN
(a Jade-Pandora & Hepcat61 collaboration: contrasting call & respond)
1
I grab his pistol
rubbing its cold steel into
where it sends me there
she knows it’s my way—
hard steel in her waiting hands
glad she likes my gun
2
I wonder if it's
loaded, thrilling even when,
heart, I know better
she moves ev'ry part
considering the danger—
heart wants what heart wants
...
1
I grab his pistol
rubbing its cold steel into
where it sends me there
she knows it’s my way—
hard steel in her waiting hands
glad she likes my gun
2
I wonder if it's
loaded, thrilling even when,
heart, I know better
she moves ev'ry part
considering the danger—
heart wants what heart wants
...
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Drunk on Poetry(en inglés/en español)
inspired by a conversation with MsRockyJackson
Lovely Miss Poem,
sweeter than wine.
This day is well spent
sharing verse and roses.
Both their bouquets are earthy,
with sweet undertones.
Both are heady, seductive,
happily leaving me perplexed.
Borracho en la poesía
señorita Poema Encantadora,
más dulce que el vino.
Este día está bien gastado
compartir verso y rosas.
Tanto su ramo es terroso,
con matices...
Lovely Miss Poem,
sweeter than wine.
This day is well spent
sharing verse and roses.
Both their bouquets are earthy,
with sweet undertones.
Both are heady, seductive,
happily leaving me perplexed.
Borracho en la poesía
señorita Poema Encantadora,
más dulce que el vino.
Este día está bien gastado
compartir verso y rosas.
Tanto su ramo es terroso,
con matices...
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Casanova
He was the light that showed me
only what he knew I should see,
the light that revealed back onto him
what I otherwise smelled in the dark
He was the light that warmed me, and
then went out, denying me that warmth.
The light that guided, leading me
forward, to where there was only pain.
He became all that I made of him,
blinding me, of knight taking rook.
If I had chosen a path more worn for
the ease it offered to those inclined.
Yet my trust, in spite of the scorn,
moved me to tears as he saw...
only what he knew I should see,
the light that revealed back onto him
what I otherwise smelled in the dark
He was the light that warmed me, and
then went out, denying me that warmth.
The light that guided, leading me
forward, to where there was only pain.
He became all that I made of him,
blinding me, of knight taking rook.
If I had chosen a path more worn for
the ease it offered to those inclined.
Yet my trust, in spite of the scorn,
moved me to tears as he saw...
#love
#heartbroken
#lover #despair
#lover #despair
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Three word inspiration123
Eschewing the pills
Sleep-deprivation ensues
However inviting the bed
_______
I found a wig in the road
Picked it up and shook it out—
It sits atop a mailbox now.
_______
To ride 'neath the jaundice
Of a morning sky, and
hog the highway with song.
_______
What kind of peace
Would quell the heart
Of its trepidations
_______
She was a street thing with
no home, no name,
'Cept when they called out ...
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The summers of Hesperides are long
The summers of Hesperides are long
for, this is my letter to the world,
that never wrote to me...
With quick wit, and impish, did easily
dissolve into gaiety amid academy peers,
from whence would deliver me into life's
cadence so passionately, this brown wren.
Are you too deeply occupied to say if
my verse is alive?
The mind is so near itself it cannot
see distinctly, and I have none to ask.
That you will not betray me it is...
for, this is my letter to the world,
that never wrote to me...
With quick wit, and impish, did easily
dissolve into gaiety amid academy peers,
from whence would deliver me into life's
cadence so passionately, this brown wren.
Are you too deeply occupied to say if
my verse is alive?
The mind is so near itself it cannot
see distinctly, and I have none to ask.
That you will not betray me it is...
811 reads
14 Comments
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