Submissions by Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
We’ll always have Gallop.♡
River Dream
Where I exist, the seasons linger or
die too soon.
I cannot see the subtle changes, or
hear the cadence of their wings.
I feel the shift, and taste the residue
between our lips,
and on the air where it also lingers.
His passing will bring the rain but
I covet him more, suspended as we are
between the seasons.
And when dusk is touched by the brow
of moths, he will fade away,
a harbinger of autumn's end before it
begins, while I...
die too soon.
I cannot see the subtle changes, or
hear the cadence of their wings.
I feel the shift, and taste the residue
between our lips,
and on the air where it also lingers.
His passing will bring the rain but
I covet him more, suspended as we are
between the seasons.
And when dusk is touched by the brow
of moths, he will fade away,
a harbinger of autumn's end before it
begins, while I...
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Oracle
She was the dark matter from which would
reveal to him as the veil was parted
the visceral star pillars of his birth
light years from where he had found her
at the edge of a galactic sea,
to succumb to her affliction,
and would, from the start, hear echoed in the
shell of his ear the Oracle of her heart.
© 2015 Jade Pandora
reveal to him as the veil was parted
the visceral star pillars of his birth
light years from where he had found her
at the edge of a galactic sea,
to succumb to her affliction,
and would, from the start, hear echoed in the
shell of his ear the Oracle of her heart.
© 2015 Jade Pandora
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Dementia
I descend into a river of reflections
of my dementia.
Into the collared flesh of your arms
around my exhaustion.
How I long to rest, even as the
creature within me craves, still I yearn
for oblivion, for what do I know of
what I want when it brings
euphoria through a barren land.
It inundates the walls that
hold me prisoner without bars—
the residue sheen of lust unsatiated,
waiting and listening for the lilt of a
melodic cry, a prolonged...
of my dementia.
Into the collared flesh of your arms
around my exhaustion.
How I long to rest, even as the
creature within me craves, still I yearn
for oblivion, for what do I know of
what I want when it brings
euphoria through a barren land.
It inundates the walls that
hold me prisoner without bars—
the residue sheen of lust unsatiated,
waiting and listening for the lilt of a
melodic cry, a prolonged...
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Lust in 3 Acts
Act I
The fever hit quickly, it always did.
His lust compelled brought her to him
wrapped in a rug, sans a compass to
moor within her, astounded by the song
that played off her pelvis with his semen.
He swooned, taking her into himself,
wanting it completely, his third eye in
orbit seeing nothing else,
needing nothing more, and famished for
everything: to pine as if pining was lust.
Act II
An open window lent inwards to the weep of
a violin playing once through and never again.
...
The fever hit quickly, it always did.
His lust compelled brought her to him
wrapped in a rug, sans a compass to
moor within her, astounded by the song
that played off her pelvis with his semen.
He swooned, taking her into himself,
wanting it completely, his third eye in
orbit seeing nothing else,
needing nothing more, and famished for
everything: to pine as if pining was lust.
Act II
An open window lent inwards to the weep of
a violin playing once through and never again.
...
#love
#sex
#erotic #lover
#erotic #lover
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Lucky
The old sea dog, and his mutt,
soiled with wine stains after
a cold night of Two Buck Chuck,
staggers as he leans over
too much, peering, trying to
see in the first light of day.
Looking for ciggie butts on
an abandoned pier where the
old carousel's boarded up.
The tide is still high off shore,
and gulls languish overhead.
Sea dog hits gold, a Lucky's!
It's only a dank, half-smoked,
stepped-on cigarette, but still
he's smiling his toothless grin.
...
soiled with wine stains after
a cold night of Two Buck Chuck,
staggers as he leans over
too much, peering, trying to
see in the first light of day.
Looking for ciggie butts on
an abandoned pier where the
old carousel's boarded up.
The tide is still high off shore,
and gulls languish overhead.
Sea dog hits gold, a Lucky's!
It's only a dank, half-smoked,
stepped-on cigarette, but still
he's smiling his toothless grin.
...
#dogs
#sea
#beach
#aging
#poverty
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Lost
It's all you've got,
even as it starts to rain
with finger lights, 'cause
life is a lonely night of cigarettes,
while in pain, one by one,
slowly the songs are sung.
Harmonizing
with a lost chord in between
the rain that falls, 'cause
life is a lonely night of cigarettes,
drumming in your head; the thunder
that never comes.
Wearing one shoe,
don't know where your sock has gone
in a motel room—
life is a lonely night of cigarettes,
running out of matches, and damp
rising from...
even as it starts to rain
with finger lights, 'cause
life is a lonely night of cigarettes,
while in pain, one by one,
slowly the songs are sung.
Harmonizing
with a lost chord in between
the rain that falls, 'cause
life is a lonely night of cigarettes,
drumming in your head; the thunder
that never comes.
Wearing one shoe,
don't know where your sock has gone
in a motel room—
life is a lonely night of cigarettes,
running out of matches, and damp
rising from...
#loneliness
#breakup
#insomnia #lyrics
#insomnia #lyrics
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Virgins
Between the boy and the girl, the girl's dialog is in italics.
Tonight, this brings back the hour,
the mem'ry of a moment when
I came to you as a flower,
mysterious and insular.
I shivered from my first time too,
so special as I laid with you,
of discovering you once more
in ways I never knew before,
as when your eyes devoured me,
so grateful what I gave to thee
both in your hunger and your need
to learn what I was here for,
while even then you knew me well
with all that flesh to...
Tonight, this brings back the hour,
the mem'ry of a moment when
I came to you as a flower,
mysterious and insular.
I shivered from my first time too,
so special as I laid with you,
of discovering you once more
in ways I never knew before,
as when your eyes devoured me,
so grateful what I gave to thee
both in your hunger and your need
to learn what I was here for,
while even then you knew me well
with all that flesh to...
#FirstLove
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Damned
She's never as I see her, and she's
more than I deserve, in a world full of
delusion, I wish I could preserve this
and keep it all for myself, but I feel
compelled to share so that others will
know how honored one feels, how aware
when you know this dark angel in a heartbeat
or a lifetime, for she belongs to no one
yet she pays homage while she's yours.
No ties can truly bind her, no blindfold
can hold in her sight while the vision is
nothing compared to your nightmares.
...
more than I deserve, in a world full of
delusion, I wish I could preserve this
and keep it all for myself, but I feel
compelled to share so that others will
know how honored one feels, how aware
when you know this dark angel in a heartbeat
or a lifetime, for she belongs to no one
yet she pays homage while she's yours.
No ties can truly bind her, no blindfold
can hold in her sight while the vision is
nothing compared to your nightmares.
...
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Tattoo
The sinus drip of stifling air, and
grimy windows, as we sip the humidity.
No names allowed, faceless in its sin.
Hidden in a truck stop bathroom.
The heat, the sweat—
flies are sucked down a drain.
His skin gives off the smell of a tattoo,
and I recognize
this puma is no ink blot.
A thumbnail full burns my eyes.
I bare my teeth
to have him here right now.
A cracked mirror fractures the image,
showing the act multiple times
as more than one of him.
I don't care at...
grimy windows, as we sip the humidity.
No names allowed, faceless in its sin.
Hidden in a truck stop bathroom.
The heat, the sweat—
flies are sucked down a drain.
His skin gives off the smell of a tattoo,
and I recognize
this puma is no ink blot.
A thumbnail full burns my eyes.
I bare my teeth
to have him here right now.
A cracked mirror fractures the image,
showing the act multiple times
as more than one of him.
I don't care at...
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Dream Weaver
the breeze of you, it
musses my hair and just as
quickly is woven
through with the night when you
rub a lamp and magic falls
distant flurries from
the arc of galactic arms
change their colors as
you reach up to gather them
knotted into dreams for me
what have I for you
bringer of all heaven-sent
and scented as proof
to woo you stay, to have me
know your universe as mine
This is a Rensaku = linked Tanka
This poem has been entered into the DU competition "The smile that...
musses my hair and just as
quickly is woven
through with the night when you
rub a lamp and magic falls
distant flurries from
the arc of galactic arms
change their colors as
you reach up to gather them
knotted into dreams for me
what have I for you
bringer of all heaven-sent
and scented as proof
to woo you stay, to have me
know your universe as mine
This is a Rensaku = linked Tanka
This poem has been entered into the DU competition "The smile that...
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If Only They Could
You take me from behind.
Wave after wave anoints me,
Till the strength of our legs flag,
The warmth of you overflows.
My greed of wanting you.
Hours of endless passion,
Joined as one until
Exhaustion separates us.
I feel you long after
The physical turns phantom,
The itch of a missing limb,
Where it leaves off, and begins;
Your fingers push ghosts away,
The intent stays earthbound.
I drift cozy in a dream,
My body on its own ...
Wave after wave anoints me,
Till the strength of our legs flag,
The warmth of you overflows.
My greed of wanting you.
Hours of endless passion,
Joined as one until
Exhaustion separates us.
I feel you long after
The physical turns phantom,
The itch of a missing limb,
Where it leaves off, and begins;
Your fingers push ghosts away,
The intent stays earthbound.
I drift cozy in a dream,
My body on its own ...
#lust
#sex
#erotic
#angels
#lover
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Dark
Sometimes
I invent God in a vain attempt
to survive nights of ungodliness
when I feel the dark
with no compass
beyond the far side of the moon
the way I do now
while you lay with another
even as our bodies mentally touch.
Did you fuck?
I never used to wonder, and just
because I ask doesn't mean I care
though God knows better.
Preview piece: photo by Mathias (France).
I invent God in a vain attempt
to survive nights of ungodliness
when I feel the dark
with no compass
beyond the far side of the moon
the way I do now
while you lay with another
even as our bodies mentally touch.
Did you fuck?
I never used to wonder, and just
because I ask doesn't mean I care
though God knows better.
Preview piece: photo by Mathias (France).
#sex
#betrayal
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