Submissions by Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
We’ll always have Gallop.♡
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Nov 2015 12:22pm
24th Nov 2015 12:22pm
Duet
The earth is not perfect in its circumference,
it wobbles and shudders as it sings
with pitched layers of atmospheric frequencies
and deep molten throbs.
Each person makes a noise that drowns out the
sound against a tsunami's thunder.
Do they ever know the song before it's too late,
or go mute long enough to learn the words.
When you and I are together, we quietly hum in
hopes of hearing it in tune, of being a duet in sync.
When we can't, we touch; the friction of bodies
become tuning forks vibrating with...
it wobbles and shudders as it sings
with pitched layers of atmospheric frequencies
and deep molten throbs.
Each person makes a noise that drowns out the
sound against a tsunami's thunder.
Do they ever know the song before it's too late,
or go mute long enough to learn the words.
When you and I are together, we quietly hum in
hopes of hearing it in tune, of being a duet in sync.
When we can't, we touch; the friction of bodies
become tuning forks vibrating with...
#love
#romantic
#FallingInLove
897 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Nov 2015 12:16pm
24th Nov 2015 12:16pm
Carry
From a drought-riddled stream
she carries water upon shoulders
burned black when her mother still lived,
her bare feet widened from miles trod,
and the weight of woven reed baskets
that quench the family working the fields
when her youth and daylight fades,
and fire flares bright in the clay hearth
until the next day--
from a drought-riddled stream
she carries water upon shoulders
burned black when her mother still lived.
she carries water upon shoulders
burned black when her mother still lived,
her bare feet widened from miles trod,
and the weight of woven reed baskets
that quench the family working the fields
when her youth and daylight fades,
and fire flares bright in the clay hearth
until the next day--
from a drought-riddled stream
she carries water upon shoulders
burned black when her mother still lived.
836 reads
4 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
24th Nov 2015 4:11am
24th Nov 2015 4:11am
Crow Comes Courting
resplendent in a black gloss
of feathered robes...
crow's morning clicks of courtship
echo through downcast mists that
bead upon bowed shoreline willows
and genuflect in the wake
of his purposeful strut
one hesitant step before the next,
his head cocked this way and that,
listening as distant ticks
message back a reply.
The visage of his agenda
suddenly unfolds in a wingspread
that lifts above a watery canvas,
the guttural sound of pulled
stitching sends love notes receding ...
of feathered robes...
crow's morning clicks of courtship
echo through downcast mists that
bead upon bowed shoreline willows
and genuflect in the wake
of his purposeful strut
one hesitant step before the next,
his head cocked this way and that,
listening as distant ticks
message back a reply.
The visage of his agenda
suddenly unfolds in a wingspread
that lifts above a watery canvas,
the guttural sound of pulled
stitching sends love notes receding ...
814 reads
7 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Nov 2015 4:00am
24th Nov 2015 4:00am
Red Meat
I asked one-hundred men:
Is it something you should avoid -
ball sweat?
Is it the bane of your existence, that you
contemplate all you cannot fathom, like
how your body has hair growing where
it never used to, and no longer grows
where you'd like it?
Does it make you more aggressive, or
is it red meat that affects you in this way?
Is it the lack of oral sex, or owning a dog
that always detects your ball sweat?
But you don't want to switch to a...
Is it something you should avoid -
ball sweat?
Is it the bane of your existence, that you
contemplate all you cannot fathom, like
how your body has hair growing where
it never used to, and no longer grows
where you'd like it?
Does it make you more aggressive, or
is it red meat that affects you in this way?
Is it the lack of oral sex, or owning a dog
that always detects your ball sweat?
But you don't want to switch to a...
847 reads
6 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
23rd Nov 2015 8:05pm
23rd Nov 2015 8:05pm
Swallow the Sun
I curl into nothingness
while you make me over with stories praising
everything you love and hate.
Tell me what I want to hear
and I promise not to believe a word of
what you can't help saying.
Swallow the sun, to
insinuate and flow as I writhe and coil
beneath your gaze.
Taking it in, yet you
haven't touched me once, only your voice
dripping words onto flesh,
sticking to the dampness
that puckers and yawns with each sensation.
It's all I need to know
as my spirit gravitates instead of...
while you make me over with stories praising
everything you love and hate.
Tell me what I want to hear
and I promise not to believe a word of
what you can't help saying.
Swallow the sun, to
insinuate and flow as I writhe and coil
beneath your gaze.
Taking it in, yet you
haven't touched me once, only your voice
dripping words onto flesh,
sticking to the dampness
that puckers and yawns with each sensation.
It's all I need to know
as my spirit gravitates instead of...
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SELF POEM
Published
23rd Nov 2015 10:16am
23rd Nov 2015 10:16am
Citadel
Even at a young age, I sensed something.
I remember when it came to me
after my mother had tucked me in.
How deliciously safe it felt until the
evening when I knew it would soon end.
That I could no longer take for granted
something so loving as being tucked into bed
and sleeping so soundly, I couldn't imagine
those who didn't have food and a roof.
The realization startled me into silence, my
very dreams into silence, my innocence lost,
before the huntsman found the last wolf,
before the fall of the citadel.
...
I remember when it came to me
after my mother had tucked me in.
How deliciously safe it felt until the
evening when I knew it would soon end.
That I could no longer take for granted
something so loving as being tucked into bed
and sleeping so soundly, I couldn't imagine
those who didn't have food and a roof.
The realization startled me into silence, my
very dreams into silence, my innocence lost,
before the huntsman found the last wolf,
before the fall of the citadel.
...
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DARK POEM
Published
22nd Nov 2015 7:14pm
22nd Nov 2015 7:14pm
Cult
countless fingernails embedded in the
shower stalls that rain down acid
of every nightmare, projected like
the heavily spliced silent newsreels of
bi-plane skylines and Purple Gang massacres
in the bubbled cracklings of deteriorating
nitrate, leaving the blackened outline
of a holocaust victim; the lidless glare
of a strobe filtered through the spider-veined
parchment of its skin, lurching off the
chattering sprockets of vertebrae, and
throwing chaos into a clockwork sluice
that sets in motion the next death star cult
shower stalls that rain down acid
of every nightmare, projected like
the heavily spliced silent newsreels of
bi-plane skylines and Purple Gang massacres
in the bubbled cracklings of deteriorating
nitrate, leaving the blackened outline
of a holocaust victim; the lidless glare
of a strobe filtered through the spider-veined
parchment of its skin, lurching off the
chattering sprockets of vertebrae, and
throwing chaos into a clockwork sluice
that sets in motion the next death star cult
#death
#conflict
#murder
#war
#fire
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2 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
22nd Nov 2015 10:53am
22nd Nov 2015 10:53am
When...
When time was young and fish were wise
a little boy would guard the boats
that his people used for gathering food
while their gods watched above from skies
that laid closer to the water & earth,
for this was where the wind came to rest
and the sea caressed the edge of the world,
and blessed those who trusted in the rhythm
of life until the cycle of death would
come and set them free, to watch over
a little boy who guarded the boats
when time was young and fish were wise.
...
a little boy would guard the boats
that his people used for gathering food
while their gods watched above from skies
that laid closer to the water & earth,
for this was where the wind came to rest
and the sea caressed the edge of the world,
and blessed those who trusted in the rhythm
of life until the cycle of death would
come and set them free, to watch over
a little boy who guarded the boats
when time was young and fish were wise.
...
#earth
#sea
#sky
#faith
#fish
951 reads
10 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Nov 2015 9:05am
22nd Nov 2015 9:05am
Solitude
To spill and imbibe these words,
the ambrosia that fills me
distills the drug of you,
birth after birth
and at last I'm sustained
until a night of lovers
breaks into day like lightning,
and again
I'm beside myself with solitude
until the fever returns.
the ambrosia that fills me
distills the drug of you,
birth after birth
and at last I'm sustained
until a night of lovers
breaks into day like lightning,
and again
I'm beside myself with solitude
until the fever returns.
#loneliness
#lover
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Nov 2015 2:53am
22nd Nov 2015 2:53am
Muses
Siamese muses,
their seashell faces
and hair like
mountain runoff
pillow each other
and I as host
collect the ankle bones
while moonlight
bathes white their
naked coastline curves
their seashell faces
and hair like
mountain runoff
pillow each other
and I as host
collect the ankle bones
while moonlight
bathes white their
naked coastline curves
#men
#beauty
#art #tanka
#art #tanka
1270 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
21st Nov 2015 6:28pm
21st Nov 2015 6:28pm
Abandoned
The stuff of stars never settles;
coming together, then pulling asunder
to drift, to join the ever-quickening race
towards obscurity while being observed.
I walk through cavernous concrete
pathways between skyscrapers that
stand abreast against their self-made
micro-climate, trying to confuse the wind
in my own obscurity, passing
through me like a mental sieve
made of atoms that out-number the
dark matter of abandoned eons.
coming together, then pulling asunder
to drift, to join the ever-quickening race
towards obscurity while being observed.
I walk through cavernous concrete
pathways between skyscrapers that
stand abreast against their self-made
micro-climate, trying to confuse the wind
in my own obscurity, passing
through me like a mental sieve
made of atoms that out-number the
dark matter of abandoned eons.
#identity
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2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Nov 2015 2:30am
21st Nov 2015 2:30am
A Week That Was
Saturday
1.
I'm loath to comb the
morning tangles
from my long dark hair
2.
watching birds scatter
the shadows of
hot air balloons
3.
showering—
connect constellations of
freckles on his shoulders
4.
writing this haiku
before bedtime
the fridge faintly humming
Sunday
1.
early morning walk—
incontinent ladies
and...
1.
I'm loath to comb the
morning tangles
from my long dark hair
2.
watching birds scatter
the shadows of
hot air balloons
3.
showering—
connect constellations of
freckles on his shoulders
4.
writing this haiku
before bedtime
the fridge faintly humming
Sunday
1.
early morning walk—
incontinent ladies
and...
#love
#nature
#haiku
#rain
#fall
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