Submissions by MadameLavender
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
Yesterday 9:48pm
Yesterday 9:48pm
The Lace
(written for the Ravens and Poets, comp)
They tore the veil from off her face,
and pick’d her eyes, behind the lace,
those raving, rabid, black-winged crows—
their motives, only they did know.
For when she set upon the ground
her footsteps, nary made a sound
‘cept for the crisping of the leaves
‘tween tooth-like graves, amid the breeze.
She came upon a certain stone
which beckoned her to kneel, alone
and place her palms upon the soil—
no time, there was, to then recoil
and...
They tore the veil from off her face,
and pick’d her eyes, behind the lace,
those raving, rabid, black-winged crows—
their motives, only they did know.
For when she set upon the ground
her footsteps, nary made a sound
‘cept for the crisping of the leaves
‘tween tooth-like graves, amid the breeze.
She came upon a certain stone
which beckoned her to kneel, alone
and place her palms upon the soil—
no time, there was, to then recoil
and...
#death
#graveyard
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Feb 2019 10:05pm
9th Feb 2019 10:05pm
Arrows and Little Deaths
(written for "Cupid's Arrow" comp)
I plucked from his torso
an arrow
and with it, came
the heart…..
impaled upon the point,
I should like to touch it with my fingers,
yet I merely observed
fascinated
while it still beat, in shock—
how could it have known
for that split second
it was dying, when
its safe little cocoon of tissues
and lymph
had blown apart, around it?
Ah, but hearts have no minds
and therefore, cannot think
such things…..
I have loved and lost ...
I plucked from his torso
an arrow
and with it, came
the heart…..
impaled upon the point,
I should like to touch it with my fingers,
yet I merely observed
fascinated
while it still beat, in shock—
how could it have known
for that split second
it was dying, when
its safe little cocoon of tissues
and lymph
had blown apart, around it?
Ah, but hearts have no minds
and therefore, cannot think
such things…..
I have loved and lost ...
#love
#death
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Feb 2019 9:35pm
9th Feb 2019 9:35pm
Train Soul
(Written for the Steampunk Visual comp)
#SelfDiscovery
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Feb 2019 10:00pm
5th Feb 2019 10:00pm
The Pied Piper of Light
(written for Luna's "Picture Worth 1000 words" comp
Come with me,
to the end—
in spirals
in swirls
in light—
it goes ‘round, eddies;
and ‘round, we go
to where time runs out.
I shall serenade thee,
with sweetness, on
bows and strings—
a swan song
and epitaph
as we say goodbye
and sink between veils
of living water.
I take over
where the band leaves off, and
one White Star Liner slips
to titanic depths—
Arise!
And Rejoice! ...
Come with me,
to the end—
in spirals
in swirls
in light—
it goes ‘round, eddies;
and ‘round, we go
to where time runs out.
I shall serenade thee,
with sweetness, on
bows and strings—
a swan song
and epitaph
as we say goodbye
and sink between veils
of living water.
I take over
where the band leaves off, and
one White Star Liner slips
to titanic depths—
Arise!
And Rejoice! ...
#death
#redemption
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Feb 2019 9:36pm
5th Feb 2019 9:36pm
The Stories We Tell
(Written for the "Love of the Written Word" comp)
Read not
the words, but
the whispers between—
lives
emblazoned ‘tween inks
and fonts, stamped
as little memorials
to what was.
Dust and yellow
pressed
among time; attics
where first roses found
their way betwixt pages,
preserved.
My thoughts ride waves
not of plot twists, but
rippled pages, christened
in puddles
where books fell
unintentional
then dried on radiators, waters
evaporating...
Read not
the words, but
the whispers between—
lives
emblazoned ‘tween inks
and fonts, stamped
as little memorials
to what was.
Dust and yellow
pressed
among time; attics
where first roses found
their way betwixt pages,
preserved.
My thoughts ride waves
not of plot twists, but
rippled pages, christened
in puddles
where books fell
unintentional
then dried on radiators, waters
evaporating...
#books
#memories
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Jan 2019 8:39pm
27th Jan 2019 8:39pm
Candy Particulars
(written for Snug's "Valentine's Day, Love and Chocolate" comp)
Set aside the lands of milk
and honey
(for now)
and enter with me
to places that flow
with milk and chocolate.
We shall skip across
hills of caramel filled
delights, as
we taste of our manna
from the cocoa heavens!
(just not the ones with the yukky orange centers.)
Ah, my love
take my hand
as in Solomon’s Song, though
I am blackened not from sin
but from rivers of molten
chocolate. ...
Set aside the lands of milk
and honey
(for now)
and enter with me
to places that flow
with milk and chocolate.
We shall skip across
hills of caramel filled
delights, as
we taste of our manna
from the cocoa heavens!
(just not the ones with the yukky orange centers.)
Ah, my love
take my hand
as in Solomon’s Song, though
I am blackened not from sin
but from rivers of molten
chocolate. ...
#love
48 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
27th Jan 2019 8:08pm
27th Jan 2019 8:08pm
Boston Breeze
(written for the "Wind" comp)
I remember how it felt, each
strand of hair, falling,
letting go—
giving up their fight against
the chemo.
The wind blew stiff that day, fresh
off the harbor
and I watched my tresses float
away in the air.
I shed tears
but not for my lost hair.
No
I cried because
through it all, you
only noticed yourself.
At least the birds
saw something of value
and used my locks
for their nests.
I remember how it felt, each
strand of hair, falling,
letting go—
giving up their fight against
the chemo.
The wind blew stiff that day, fresh
off the harbor
and I watched my tresses float
away in the air.
I shed tears
but not for my lost hair.
No
I cried because
through it all, you
only noticed yourself.
At least the birds
saw something of value
and used my locks
for their nests.
#illness
46 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Jan 2019 9:57pm
16th Jan 2019 9:57pm
f**k The World, Today
Snug in my cocoon of grief, red
eyed, tear driven migraines, big
enough to fit in the bags under
my eyes.
Chuck Schumer and Nancy Pelosi
can go fuck themselves
five ways to Sunday, and
the rest of the world can just
go away
until I suck it up tomorrow
and soldier on.
I watched the Tappan Zee Bridge
smack
into the Hudson, the way
my heart dropped
when she breathed her last at the vet, today.
An empty bowl
at the cat-table, but
the fog will eventually
lift.
eyed, tear driven migraines, big
enough to fit in the bags under
my eyes.
Chuck Schumer and Nancy Pelosi
can go fuck themselves
five ways to Sunday, and
the rest of the world can just
go away
until I suck it up tomorrow
and soldier on.
I watched the Tappan Zee Bridge
smack
into the Hudson, the way
my heart dropped
when she breathed her last at the vet, today.
An empty bowl
at the cat-table, but
the fog will eventually
lift.
#grief
#death
#cats
60 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Jan 2019 6:19pm
14th Jan 2019 6:19pm
That Is All
(written for the Tear Down The Wall comp)
“And the twelve gates were twelve pearls; every several gate was of one pearl: and the street of the city was pure gold, as it were transparent glass.” Revelation 21:21
“Not everyone that saith unto me, Lord, Lord, shall enter into the kingdom of Heaven; but he that doeth the will of my Father, which is in Heaven.” Matthew 7:21
If God, Himself,
has surrounded
Heaven with a barrier, impenetrable
to those who choose
not to be on the same page
as Him,
then…
...
“And the twelve gates were twelve pearls; every several gate was of one pearl: and the street of the city was pure gold, as it were transparent glass.” Revelation 21:21
“Not everyone that saith unto me, Lord, Lord, shall enter into the kingdom of Heaven; but he that doeth the will of my Father, which is in Heaven.” Matthew 7:21
If God, Himself,
has surrounded
Heaven with a barrier, impenetrable
to those who choose
not to be on the same page
as Him,
then…
...
#philosophical
52 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Jan 2019 1:19am
6th Jan 2019 1:19am
Soil Confetti
(Written for the “Dirt” comp)
Entrancing
and marvelous
they are —
each upshoot and spray
of Earth .
I watch —
slow motion
dazzling....how the physics
are identical for
any explosion,
New Years confetti, or
bullets,
bombs...
A million little celebrations
erupting from soil
radiating
outward—
split second, then
collapse.
Time rights itself
and I am again focused
on the task,
I take dirt
from around me,...
Entrancing
and marvelous
they are —
each upshoot and spray
of Earth .
I watch —
slow motion
dazzling....how the physics
are identical for
any explosion,
New Years confetti, or
bullets,
bombs...
A million little celebrations
erupting from soil
radiating
outward—
split second, then
collapse.
Time rights itself
and I am again focused
on the task,
I take dirt
from around me,...
#war
59 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Jan 2019 4:41pm
5th Jan 2019 4:41pm
Ode to Cats: Pearl
(for Snug's "Love walks on 4 legs" comp)
Where to begin—
angel in fur,
pearly swirls
of bullseye tabby;
precious sweetness, winning
hearts and kitty-licks
of elders.
Fluff muffin, flower
child-spirit hippy kitten;
one of my many gifts
from God.
Where to begin—
angel in fur,
pearly swirls
of bullseye tabby;
precious sweetness, winning
hearts and kitty-licks
of elders.
Fluff muffin, flower
child-spirit hippy kitten;
one of my many gifts
from God.
#cats
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Jan 2019 4:38pm
5th Jan 2019 4:38pm
Ode to Cats: Bronson
(for Snug's "Love walks on 4 legs" comp)
Russian Blue, imbued
with what made
Charles Bronson
formidable—
stares
icy enough to freeze fire,
muscle to survive
the kill-shelter
and cross America to become
my loverboy,
kisses, devotion
--thrilled to be alive.
Russian Blue, imbued
with what made
Charles Bronson
formidable—
stares
icy enough to freeze fire,
muscle to survive
the kill-shelter
and cross America to become
my loverboy,
kisses, devotion
--thrilled to be alive.
#cats
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