Submissions by Jarona
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2009 11:53am
2nd Dec 2009 11:53am
A Vegetarian In Smithfield
Smoke rises, air hums
To the pounding of hammers
Brutal they sound
Those damned war drums
Faces stare, naked snarls and hate
As I walk, curious and wary
Falling and Scared
From gate to hideous gate
The cobbles assault my feet
And I stumble, the fiends alert
To my presence
In this black and blasted street
Animals are hurried past
Vivacious and excited they run
Into oblivion
Of crushing wrenches and claws that grasp
Blind eyes, still hearts
Trophies of fallen times
Martyred Organs
Lie scattered and...
To the pounding of hammers
Brutal they sound
Those damned war drums
Faces stare, naked snarls and hate
As I walk, curious and wary
Falling and Scared
From gate to hideous gate
The cobbles assault my feet
And I stumble, the fiends alert
To my presence
In this black and blasted street
Animals are hurried past
Vivacious and excited they run
Into oblivion
Of crushing wrenches and claws that grasp
Blind eyes, still hearts
Trophies of fallen times
Martyred Organs
Lie scattered and...
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SELF POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2009 11:52am
2nd Dec 2009 11:52am
Remembrance of Things Past
Memory shimmers when I touch
Delicate ripples caressing misty sighs
Bubbles rise up, sights, sounds
Whisper to me in the blissful silence
The colour green appears to me
Fields and skies no more to be
Instinct and impulse side by side
Tiny regrets sing as they glide
The colour red envelops me
Passionate life is what I see
Touches and winks, blazing light
Losing myself, no wrong nor right
The colour white arises here
A vision of purity, that is clear
I see good deeds, and happy shades
As I walk through a nostalgic haze...
Delicate ripples caressing misty sighs
Bubbles rise up, sights, sounds
Whisper to me in the blissful silence
The colour green appears to me
Fields and skies no more to be
Instinct and impulse side by side
Tiny regrets sing as they glide
The colour red envelops me
Passionate life is what I see
Touches and winks, blazing light
Losing myself, no wrong nor right
The colour white arises here
A vision of purity, that is clear
I see good deeds, and happy shades
As I walk through a nostalgic haze...
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DARK POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2009 1:15am
2nd Dec 2009 1:15am
Stream Of Consciousness (Or Thoughts of a Dying Surrealist)
The eyes gaze blindly
as the silent voice echoes through the tumult
the hateful embrace of the loving foe
brings tears of indifference to my eyes
What is this?
The creatures hiss in their comfort
and the blazing cold shatters the chaos
my mind rustles passively
as the wind gusts away into the blizzard
Why does this happen?
The strangers sleep in their excitement
the scent of God whispering in the gloom
I stand on the shore of Purgatory
and whisper deafeningly to my ghost
Who are you?
The dreamers cry...
as the silent voice echoes through the tumult
the hateful embrace of the loving foe
brings tears of indifference to my eyes
What is this?
The creatures hiss in their comfort
and the blazing cold shatters the chaos
my mind rustles passively
as the wind gusts away into the blizzard
Why does this happen?
The strangers sleep in their excitement
the scent of God whispering in the gloom
I stand on the shore of Purgatory
and whisper deafeningly to my ghost
Who are you?
The dreamers cry...
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STORY POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2009 1:13am
2nd Dec 2009 1:13am
Little Likho
Little Likho:
I see you, Little Likho, up high in the tree
I see you, Little Likho, looking down at me
I see you, Little Likho, with malice in your eyes
I see you, Little Likho, I’m in for a surprise
Whats this, Little Likho, you fall down on my back
Whats this, Little Likho, I’m stumbling down the track
Whats this, Little Likho, your fingers grip so strong
Whats this, Little Likho, what have I done wrong?
And Now, Little Likho, my days are dark and cold
And Now, Little Likho, my happiness dissolved
And Now, Little Likho, I feel like...
I see you, Little Likho, up high in the tree
I see you, Little Likho, looking down at me
I see you, Little Likho, with malice in your eyes
I see you, Little Likho, I’m in for a surprise
Whats this, Little Likho, you fall down on my back
Whats this, Little Likho, I’m stumbling down the track
Whats this, Little Likho, your fingers grip so strong
Whats this, Little Likho, what have I done wrong?
And Now, Little Likho, my days are dark and cold
And Now, Little Likho, my happiness dissolved
And Now, Little Likho, I feel like...
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STORY POEM
Published
30th Nov 2009 1:15pm
30th Nov 2009 1:15pm
Confessions Of A Late Stage Capitalist
The tiger sits in the cave
Its dreadlocks caught in the cogs of time
Grasping for the iced tea
Just out of reach
The whale in the sky sobs tears of oil
They flow through the mechanical earth
Into a pool of self righteous apathy
From there, the loved and loving child will drink
The salamander glares with angry eyes
At the contemptuous beach ball
Lying in the grains of silence
At the edge of the cacophony
Beauty and Justice clasp hands
And kneel before the horse
Who in turn whispers to Time
But Time will easily forget...
Its dreadlocks caught in the cogs of time
Grasping for the iced tea
Just out of reach
The whale in the sky sobs tears of oil
They flow through the mechanical earth
Into a pool of self righteous apathy
From there, the loved and loving child will drink
The salamander glares with angry eyes
At the contemptuous beach ball
Lying in the grains of silence
At the edge of the cacophony
Beauty and Justice clasp hands
And kneel before the horse
Who in turn whispers to Time
But Time will easily forget...
741 reads
2 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
30th Nov 2009 1:13pm
30th Nov 2009 1:13pm
K
K
I walk, I stumble, I shuffle along
The world bombarding my eyes
Sinister echoes ripple and disappear
As eternal truths flicker and die
The road is long, the street is quiet
Save for the hum of the futile lights
Sepulchral gloom filling the doorways and alleys
Wasted facades glare down as I walk
A buzz of life, and I turn my gaze
Head still heavy with the throes of reality
A glimmer of hope, all too soon lost
At the pathetic decadence which meets my eye
A fat crowd, awash with joy
Oblivious to the doom and sorrow of...
I walk, I stumble, I shuffle along
The world bombarding my eyes
Sinister echoes ripple and disappear
As eternal truths flicker and die
The road is long, the street is quiet
Save for the hum of the futile lights
Sepulchral gloom filling the doorways and alleys
Wasted facades glare down as I walk
A buzz of life, and I turn my gaze
Head still heavy with the throes of reality
A glimmer of hope, all too soon lost
At the pathetic decadence which meets my eye
A fat crowd, awash with joy
Oblivious to the doom and sorrow of...
954 reads
4 Comments
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