Submissions by MadameLavender
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Jan 2023 2:22am
26th Jan 2023 2:22am
Zazzles, You F'kn Wench
#LifeGoals
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2023 00:45am
22nd Jan 2023 00:45am
"Making Change": Haiku-Style
Change does not scare me.
It can be harnessed in ways
you never thought of:
I swallowed a dime
and pooped out "change"-- ten pennies.
How's that for talent ?
Being a smart ass
comes in handy, many times,
in life's grand changes.
It can be harnessed in ways
you never thought of:
I swallowed a dime
and pooped out "change"-- ten pennies.
How's that for talent ?
Being a smart ass
comes in handy, many times,
in life's grand changes.
#money
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3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
19th Jan 2023 11:36pm
19th Jan 2023 11:36pm
Yes God, I Know
I know the line
“O death, where is thy sting”
and every other scripture about
how we really never die, just
our bodies do
and our spirits and souls never cease
to exist.
I believe it all
And I had every intention
of going to your wake, with
a smile on my face, because
I knew you weren’t really dead.
But I became a blubbering hot mess
anyway
and my makeup ran, and I looked like
a trailer park hooker
who’d gotten caught in a downpour.
I saved it, though, until I was...
“O death, where is thy sting”
and every other scripture about
how we really never die, just
our bodies do
and our spirits and souls never cease
to exist.
I believe it all
And I had every intention
of going to your wake, with
a smile on my face, because
I knew you weren’t really dead.
But I became a blubbering hot mess
anyway
and my makeup ran, and I looked like
a trailer park hooker
who’d gotten caught in a downpour.
I saved it, though, until I was...
#death
76 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Jan 2023 4:53pm
14th Jan 2023 4:53pm
Spam Hunter
I do not like spam, here, at DUP
I see where you cough it up.
You hide it in your profile names,
" About me" section-- tsk, tsk' shame...
I can see "new members" list
and reported messages.
I see click- bait that you post,
I can turn your links to toast.
I know for sure, you aren't a bot
Our sign up checks, make sure you're not.
So that means you must be a prick
Who thinks the rest of us are thick.
Yes, I saw your usernames
mirror imaged, reversed, but same
Multi- accounts birthed to harass
( not to...
I see where you cough it up.
You hide it in your profile names,
" About me" section-- tsk, tsk' shame...
I can see "new members" list
and reported messages.
I see click- bait that you post,
I can turn your links to toast.
I know for sure, you aren't a bot
Our sign up checks, make sure you're not.
So that means you must be a prick
Who thinks the rest of us are thick.
Yes, I saw your usernames
mirror imaged, reversed, but same
Multi- accounts birthed to harass
( not to...
#funny
63 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Jan 2023 11:18pm
12th Jan 2023 11:18pm
The Retirement Party
All of Creation, quieted
for a few hours
and sent chickadees to peer in the windows
while I set my tables for the guests.
There were no wars, and
the death clocks stopped ticking
so I could marvel
at the perfect shades of aqua trees
I'd found, to hold
the vintage Shiny-Brites.
"See here! How we glint and dazzle
each of us, a survivor
of many pasts."
I saw, not chemtrails in the sky, but
sunrays
that called forth the Host of Heaven
to lay down their arms
just for a moment-- this moment, ...
for a few hours
and sent chickadees to peer in the windows
while I set my tables for the guests.
There were no wars, and
the death clocks stopped ticking
so I could marvel
at the perfect shades of aqua trees
I'd found, to hold
the vintage Shiny-Brites.
"See here! How we glint and dazzle
each of us, a survivor
of many pasts."
I saw, not chemtrails in the sky, but
sunrays
that called forth the Host of Heaven
to lay down their arms
just for a moment-- this moment, ...
#holiday
60 reads
10 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Dec 2022 5:37pm
23rd Dec 2022 5:37pm
Trimming The Tree--1970's
Dad used to trim the tree, alright-- with a chainsaw.
We always trudged out on the worst weather day, to buy the ugliest tree there was.
My brother, sister and I, held the trunk, steady, laughing,
while Dad sawed off branches, drilled holes
and superglued them into their new places
along the trunk.
I asked him, years later, why such a production?
He replied "Because it wouldn't have been any fun, if the weather and tree were perfect ."
Perhaps, much of life could be summed up as such, but we still find a way to laugh about it, eventually.
We always trudged out on the worst weather day, to buy the ugliest tree there was.
My brother, sister and I, held the trunk, steady, laughing,
while Dad sawed off branches, drilled holes
and superglued them into their new places
along the trunk.
I asked him, years later, why such a production?
He replied "Because it wouldn't have been any fun, if the weather and tree were perfect ."
Perhaps, much of life could be summed up as such, but we still find a way to laugh about it, eventually.
#Christmas
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3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Oct 2022 1:37am
7th Oct 2022 1:37am
The Zoltar Machine
Beachside arcade
**seagulls, cackle**
Lights , buzzers--winner!
Zoltar waits, quietly
(salt-bleached wood floors)
"25 cents, please!"
Fortune scroll from chute,
completly wordless ....
**seagulls, cackle**
**seagulls, cackle**
Lights , buzzers--winner!
Zoltar waits, quietly
(salt-bleached wood floors)
"25 cents, please!"
Fortune scroll from chute,
completly wordless ....
**seagulls, cackle**
#fate
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Oct 2022 00:51am
7th Oct 2022 00:51am
"23 And Me"
Non-healthcare company,
not subject to privacy laws....
Your world is in their hands
Buy, sell, trade....create....
(did you send your DNA to them?)
not subject to privacy laws....
Your world is in their hands
Buy, sell, trade....create....
(did you send your DNA to them?)
#science
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6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Aug 2022 6:16pm
13th Aug 2022 6:16pm
The Mediator
I spit across you
into the eye of winter,
O' mediator 'twixt it, and summer.
Coy, and full of heraldry
you are
with your fanfare stains of oranges
and golds---
I shall not give up my flowers
but will concede
on your temperatures.
I see winter there, licking its lips,
one fang-tip exposed
in a salivating peep show.......waiting....
You always let that wolf in, coward !
Drop your leaves and run
(like always)
leaving me standing on the shorelines ...
into the eye of winter,
O' mediator 'twixt it, and summer.
Coy, and full of heraldry
you are
with your fanfare stains of oranges
and golds---
I shall not give up my flowers
but will concede
on your temperatures.
I see winter there, licking its lips,
one fang-tip exposed
in a salivating peep show.......waiting....
You always let that wolf in, coward !
Drop your leaves and run
(like always)
leaving me standing on the shorelines ...
#summer
#fall
200 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
26th Jul 2022 9:04pm
26th Jul 2022 9:04pm
Crazy Cat Lady
I have five cats, yet
no one ever bats an eyelash
when someone
has five dogs,
or fifty chickens,
or twenty fish,
or two hundred cows.
Wondering why, that is?
no one ever bats an eyelash
when someone
has five dogs,
or fifty chickens,
or twenty fish,
or two hundred cows.
Wondering why, that is?
#cats
247 reads
10 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Jul 2022 7:14pm
21st Jul 2022 7:14pm
Mr. Blue Shorts
Eternal red light , traffic
backed up, on the bridge.
I sit, sweltering
in hellish heat--
engine running
sun blazing.
And there he is--
(peripheral vision )
walking confidently along the side,
pedestrian, with shorts
as blue as the lake below us.
Such a golden bronzed (skin) tone...
Such a lazily tossed t-shirt,
over a chiseled shoulder,
connected to a chiseled back..
Such a tossuled ponytail ..
Light turns green--
go, traffic!
(no, wait-- I'm not done looking!)
...
backed up, on the bridge.
I sit, sweltering
in hellish heat--
engine running
sun blazing.
And there he is--
(peripheral vision )
walking confidently along the side,
pedestrian, with shorts
as blue as the lake below us.
Such a golden bronzed (skin) tone...
Such a lazily tossed t-shirt,
over a chiseled shoulder,
connected to a chiseled back..
Such a tossuled ponytail ..
Light turns green--
go, traffic!
(no, wait-- I'm not done looking!)
...
#summer
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Jun 2022 00:33am
25th Jun 2022 00:33am
This, Too, Shall Pass
And so, it does--
everything passes
into the realm of "what was",
becoming
another memory.
"time" is a fleeting thing ...
^^They say, it heals all wounds,
this thing, called time....
while the storms empty out their rains
and the storms pass, too.
But what, then , these scars
if it all passes and
it all heals?
(that, which doesn't kill you,
makes you stronger?)
Perhaps its sting and luster
are just lost-- with time...
we forgive
accept
acknowledge ...
everything passes
into the realm of "what was",
becoming
another memory.
"time" is a fleeting thing ...
^^They say, it heals all wounds,
this thing, called time....
while the storms empty out their rains
and the storms pass, too.
But what, then , these scars
if it all passes and
it all heals?
(that, which doesn't kill you,
makes you stronger?)
Perhaps its sting and luster
are just lost-- with time...
we forgive
accept
acknowledge ...
#storm
#LifeCycle
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