Submissions by Karrabear (Question)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write poetry as a hobby and an emotional release. But I do really love it and hope to do something with my writing one day.
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
26th Mar 2017 8:02pm
26th Mar 2017 8:02pm
I Had Forgoten
I had forgotten, the smell of the open air, dirt and grass mixed in with manure and oil, the occasional summer storm bringing its dew and cleansing away all things dull and the sun shining bright on a new day. I had forgotten. The feeling of the long green blades as they stabbed at my ankles, little natural fingers warning me to go home and stay away, from this untouched patch of land. I forgot, the sound of the horses as they galloped and chattered, the feel of their hair, short and course against my palm and their thick lips that would slobber over my fingers as I fed them treats of victory...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Mar 2017 6:49pm
4th Mar 2017 6:49pm
pool
floating on the bottom below twelve feet
sounds have disappeared and light is scarce, dark
the refraction of sunlight, the muted world
that magical place below the surface
refused to follow me down below, cold
and lonely and dark and silent, down
the pressure on my ears and lungs, it hurts
the sudden lack of warmth has left me numb
the mask fallen off my face has left blind
in a world that had already gone dim
as I float on the bottom below twelve feet
I want back up, between the dark and light
so gathering courage and...
sounds have disappeared and light is scarce, dark
the refraction of sunlight, the muted world
that magical place below the surface
refused to follow me down below, cold
and lonely and dark and silent, down
the pressure on my ears and lungs, it hurts
the sudden lack of warmth has left me numb
the mask fallen off my face has left blind
in a world that had already gone dim
as I float on the bottom below twelve feet
I want back up, between the dark and light
so gathering courage and...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
27th Feb 2017 11:22am
27th Feb 2017 11:22am
The Sensuality of Looking
my friend has a body
a body with breasts and butt
like waves they bounce –
just a bit, every time she struts
I do confess, I stare, I studied and compared
so, I gave a glance
and studied all to my heart’s content
there is a borderline between curiosity and lust
or appreciation, admiration, and craving
the senses lost to sensuality
yes, I admit, I looked and enjoyed
my friend has a body
a body with breasts and butt
like waves they bounce –
just a bit, every time she struts
a body with breasts and butt
like waves they bounce –
just a bit, every time she struts
I do confess, I stare, I studied and compared
so, I gave a glance
and studied all to my heart’s content
there is a borderline between curiosity and lust
or appreciation, admiration, and craving
the senses lost to sensuality
yes, I admit, I looked and enjoyed
my friend has a body
a body with breasts and butt
like waves they bounce –
just a bit, every time she struts
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STORY POEM
Published
27th Feb 2017 11:00am
27th Feb 2017 11:00am
the Leviathan (re-write)
shall my eyes ever bare witness, upon the mighty form of god
of the dragon from the sea
hold fast my heart and cower to silence all sin within me
least he smell my mortality
his sights fixed upon us, these tiny souls at sea
his eyes of emerald sun, will laugh, turn in glee
his mouth will open with no teeth to be seen
to far, to wide
his snout to the sky and jaw to the deep
only the stench of rotten death
the abyss of rolling night
the screams from times long past
will be the winds
that drag us down to...
of the dragon from the sea
hold fast my heart and cower to silence all sin within me
least he smell my mortality
his sights fixed upon us, these tiny souls at sea
his eyes of emerald sun, will laugh, turn in glee
his mouth will open with no teeth to be seen
to far, to wide
his snout to the sky and jaw to the deep
only the stench of rotten death
the abyss of rolling night
the screams from times long past
will be the winds
that drag us down to...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
24th Feb 2017 8:12am
24th Feb 2017 8:12am
Your Baby
Years ago, so long ago:
You know, she might be gay
You’re gay, right? It’s okay
I don’t know
Years ago, not so long ago:
You know, it’s okay if you’re gay
you can bring home whomever,
I’ll always love you
Mom, I know!
Please, let me figure it out first
Not so many years ago:
Mom, can we talk?
...
You know, she might be gay
You’re gay, right? It’s okay
I don’t know
Years ago, not so long ago:
You know, it’s okay if you’re gay
you can bring home whomever,
I’ll always love you
Mom, I know!
Please, let me figure it out first
Not so many years ago:
Mom, can we talk?
...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Feb 2017 9:27am
20th Feb 2017 9:27am
What Belongs to Memory and Children
the land belonged to us
from home to school
from morning till dusk
the land belonged to us
the park and it’s trails
with the roots hugging
and fish swimming by
turtles nipping the air
the land belonged to us
the flowers and the apples
the tunnels and the dirt
the bugs and the frogs
barefoot, sweaty, or wet
rain or shine on our land
from home to school
it’s dangers in between
the land belonged to us
no one can take that
those summer days
stuck between ages
where...
from home to school
from morning till dusk
the land belonged to us
the park and it’s trails
with the roots hugging
and fish swimming by
turtles nipping the air
the land belonged to us
the flowers and the apples
the tunnels and the dirt
the bugs and the frogs
barefoot, sweaty, or wet
rain or shine on our land
from home to school
it’s dangers in between
the land belonged to us
no one can take that
those summer days
stuck between ages
where...
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SELF POEM
Published
17th Feb 2017 7:09am
17th Feb 2017 7:09am
Truths
you can’t escape your reflection
as the mirror reveals all truths
the many scars that lay scattered over you
like constellations they sing stories
of Triumph and of Pain
how many were carved out of flesh?
like a sculptor, you flayed away the words
girl, woman, female, lady
breasts and belly and thighs
you can always try to hide
the scars won’t forget
all the questions, all those questions
why, oh, why?
reflections reveal the truth, boy
as the mirror reveals all truths
the many scars that lay scattered over you
like constellations they sing stories
of Triumph and of Pain
how many were carved out of flesh?
like a sculptor, you flayed away the words
girl, woman, female, lady
breasts and belly and thighs
you can always try to hide
the scars won’t forget
all the questions, all those questions
why, oh, why?
reflections reveal the truth, boy
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Feb 2017 3:59pm
14th Feb 2017 3:59pm
The Nest
the morning saw I woke
curled up tight in a ball
a cocoon of safety
surrounded by blankets, toys
high off the ground
waiting to fall
my bed is like a nest
and I the fledgling inside
tentatively stepping on branches
flapping wings in anticipation
and hopping on the ground
the morning saw I woke
curled away in my nest
the world yet to breath
awake before the mother
content in the silence and
gazing at the beams of light
that float among blankets, toys
the morning saw I woke
curled up...
curled up tight in a ball
a cocoon of safety
surrounded by blankets, toys
high off the ground
waiting to fall
my bed is like a nest
and I the fledgling inside
tentatively stepping on branches
flapping wings in anticipation
and hopping on the ground
the morning saw I woke
curled away in my nest
the world yet to breath
awake before the mother
content in the silence and
gazing at the beams of light
that float among blankets, toys
the morning saw I woke
curled up...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Feb 2017 8:43am
13th Feb 2017 8:43am
To Bake a Day
Gather the ingredients, to bake the perfect day:
1 muggy day - leave inside and bake
2 children - stirred and ready to move
Toys - apply to increase taste
Add a dash of will; this will take practice
A pinch of admiration, a smidge of spite
Set the timer to thirty, and thank the moments of peace
Five for the time-out - give or take a few
2 apologies - don't forget those
5 goodnight kisses - yes, dog too
2 books - one for each child
Thirty more minuets for a book
Add five for play and song
Goodnight Day
1 muggy day - leave inside and bake
2 children - stirred and ready to move
Toys - apply to increase taste
Add a dash of will; this will take practice
A pinch of admiration, a smidge of spite
Set the timer to thirty, and thank the moments of peace
Five for the time-out - give or take a few
2 apologies - don't forget those
5 goodnight kisses - yes, dog too
2 books - one for each child
Thirty more minuets for a book
Add five for play and song
Goodnight Day
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Feb 2017 8:40am
13th Feb 2017 8:40am
Haze
The haze falls
like spirits welcomed home
Floating over mountains
sliding through trees
on hidden winds
they welcome me home
like spirits welcomed home
Floating over mountains
sliding through trees
on hidden winds
they welcome me home
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SELF POEM
Published
10th Feb 2017 12:13pm
10th Feb 2017 12:13pm
Dear Depression
Hello, old fried
how nice it is to see you again
I can always count on you
can’t I?
to drag down the sun and
blot out the moon
sending death to my door
and pain to my skin
still you stand
firm; persistent
a voice within a voice
encouraging, biting
screaming
there are days when you are silent
oh! how merciful the sound
when light shines down
as if a god has blessed the day
for shame, I don’t believe in gods
yet, my devils still remain
welcome back home, Depression
I do hope you...
how nice it is to see you again
I can always count on you
can’t I?
to drag down the sun and
blot out the moon
sending death to my door
and pain to my skin
still you stand
firm; persistent
a voice within a voice
encouraging, biting
screaming
there are days when you are silent
oh! how merciful the sound
when light shines down
as if a god has blessed the day
for shame, I don’t believe in gods
yet, my devils still remain
welcome back home, Depression
I do hope you...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Feb 2017 12:08pm
10th Feb 2017 12:08pm
The Butterfly Words
only words carried on the wings of a butterfly
wings soft and supple against my broken lips
on thoughts, bare the weight mightier than the famed sword
braver than the cowardly guns burning kiss, and
harder than any fists pain will bring forth, for
though the wounds may all heal on skin leaving only scar
the tender remains being hard to miss, it is the
words flown by on the tender wings of a butterfly
resting, essentially peaceful in the mind
haunt every action forever we may take
only words carried on the wings of a butterfly ...
wings soft and supple against my broken lips
on thoughts, bare the weight mightier than the famed sword
braver than the cowardly guns burning kiss, and
harder than any fists pain will bring forth, for
though the wounds may all heal on skin leaving only scar
the tender remains being hard to miss, it is the
words flown by on the tender wings of a butterfly
resting, essentially peaceful in the mind
haunt every action forever we may take
only words carried on the wings of a butterfly ...
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