Submissions by MadameLavender
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
Yesterday 9:18pm
Yesterday 9:18pm
Adam
(written for Poetcast Project's "All The Single Peeps" comp)
I heard someone I once knew
in your guitar—
his words, pouring
from your lips
in song…
I can’t bring him back.
I saw him rise up
in your lyrics, longing
for some nameless thing,
the elusive, uncatchable thing,
that should calm the restless soul
but never does.
I can’t bring him back.
I promised
I would never love again—
we made a pact, Me,
Myself and I….
I can’t bring him back—
...
I heard someone I once knew
in your guitar—
his words, pouring
from your lips
in song…
I can’t bring him back.
I saw him rise up
in your lyrics, longing
for some nameless thing,
the elusive, uncatchable thing,
that should calm the restless soul
but never does.
I can’t bring him back.
I promised
I would never love again—
we made a pact, Me,
Myself and I….
I can’t bring him back—
...
#music
#memories
14 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Dec 2019 9:00pm
16th Dec 2019 9:00pm
Awe--tistic
(writte for Sky Dancer's "Autistic" comp)
Eardrums ring
(with)
shattering depths
of atomic rearrangement—
molecules colliding
dividing—
I see chemical bonds break
(all the time)
and become something else—
inertia
in my mind.
(Ssshhhhh……)
I can’t stop watching (chemical) reactions
visualize
behind my eyes—
fascinating……
if you touch me
they interrupt
and I must start again
observing
counting—
(the seventh wave is always the strongest ...
Eardrums ring
(with)
shattering depths
of atomic rearrangement—
molecules colliding
dividing—
I see chemical bonds break
(all the time)
and become something else—
inertia
in my mind.
(Ssshhhhh……)
I can’t stop watching (chemical) reactions
visualize
behind my eyes—
fascinating……
if you touch me
they interrupt
and I must start again
observing
counting—
(the seventh wave is always the strongest ...
#Autism
61 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Dec 2019 7:07pm
16th Dec 2019 7:07pm
Mother's Puppet
(written for Snug's "Greta Thunberg" comp)
I once had a student
who thought
she was more wizened, than
every teacher.
Arms, entwined within Mother’s
apron strings, she
could have been so much more
than a hermit
within her own walls,
if…
she had just learned to speak
with her own voice.
Mother beckoned
and no one ever heard from her
again.
The Earth went on
healing itself in ways, beyond
Man’s control.
The land purged out
what wasn’t needed,...
I once had a student
who thought
she was more wizened, than
every teacher.
Arms, entwined within Mother’s
apron strings, she
could have been so much more
than a hermit
within her own walls,
if…
she had just learned to speak
with her own voice.
Mother beckoned
and no one ever heard from her
again.
The Earth went on
healing itself in ways, beyond
Man’s control.
The land purged out
what wasn’t needed,...
#environment
72 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Dec 2019 10:40pm
1st Dec 2019 10:40pm
Cats
(written for Cab's "4 Letter Word" Comp)
Purr….
Love them,
kiss them,
need more cats…
tail, paws, nose,
here they glow
like suns’ haze
from warm, fall days.
Need more cats…
want more cats…
coat like silk
purr…. love milk
gray muff ears,
eyes, hold dear.
Love them,
kiss them,
need many cats….
Purr…
Purr….
Love them,
kiss them,
need more cats…
tail, paws, nose,
here they glow
like suns’ haze
from warm, fall days.
Need more cats…
want more cats…
coat like silk
purr…. love milk
gray muff ears,
eyes, hold dear.
Love them,
kiss them,
need many cats….
Purr…
#cats
90 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Dec 2019 9:59pm
1st Dec 2019 9:59pm
Graveside
(written for Craic's "Minimalist" comp)
Grandmother’s hand
commanded
her descendants, like
she did, the gun, so
long ago—
faded picture, stories—
keepsakes
near my heart;
she has my respect.
Grandmother’s hand
commanded
her descendants, like
she did, the gun, so
long ago—
faded picture, stories—
keepsakes
near my heart;
she has my respect.
#strength
#courage
#family
53 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Nov 2019 10:16pm
12th Nov 2019 10:16pm
The Red Queen’s Got “The Knack”
(for Sky Dancer's "Down the Rabbit Hole" comp)
(sung to the tune of “My Sharona”)
Oh, the little Knave of Hearts
he stole my tarts—
gonna poke him right in the eye,
you know I
think she is a mystery,
the girl, you see—
running down the length of that
rabbit hole, I’m
never gonna stop,
play croquet,
it’s my ball!
and I’m makin’ up the rules as
I, yi, yi, yi, yi—
GO!
M-m-m-m-mad, like Hatter!
M-m-m-m-mad, like Hatter!
Step into my court and see ...
(sung to the tune of “My Sharona”)
Oh, the little Knave of Hearts
he stole my tarts—
gonna poke him right in the eye,
you know I
think she is a mystery,
the girl, you see—
running down the length of that
rabbit hole, I’m
never gonna stop,
play croquet,
it’s my ball!
and I’m makin’ up the rules as
I, yi, yi, yi, yi—
GO!
M-m-m-m-mad, like Hatter!
M-m-m-m-mad, like Hatter!
Step into my court and see ...
#politics
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2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Nov 2019 11:15pm
6th Nov 2019 11:15pm
Revelations
(for Butters' "Same Title Poem" comp)
Blood speaks volumes—
I know how you’ll bleed;
Von Willebrand’s
when they cut you open tomorrow.
Genetic hiccup, nasty
antibody to boot, making
my shift, miserable.
I found out its name—
forced it to tattle
like a stool pigeon in test tubes.
I’ll be ready
when the surgeon’s knife drops
that first slice—
I am the anticipator,
the blood banker,
transfusion maven.
You may never know me, but
I know all about you, revealed...
Blood speaks volumes—
I know how you’ll bleed;
Von Willebrand’s
when they cut you open tomorrow.
Genetic hiccup, nasty
antibody to boot, making
my shift, miserable.
I found out its name—
forced it to tattle
like a stool pigeon in test tubes.
I’ll be ready
when the surgeon’s knife drops
that first slice—
I am the anticipator,
the blood banker,
transfusion maven.
You may never know me, but
I know all about you, revealed...
#science
49 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Oct 2019 7:08pm
17th Oct 2019 7:08pm
Wildflowers
(written for Poetcast Project's "Shifting Shades of Seasons" comp)
Lay down, ye little beauties,
make haste before the winds
of winter’s cruel and frostbit fields,
shall come around, agin.
Shake off your dried and golden husks
and scatter all your seeds,
lest tangled vines do take ahold—
tares among the wheat.
O, the petals, silkened, once
retained their rosy glow,
until the days of shadows, long—
“Adieu, we must now, go!”
Sleep, now, darlings, in the soils
a blanket for the days
of...
Lay down, ye little beauties,
make haste before the winds
of winter’s cruel and frostbit fields,
shall come around, agin.
Shake off your dried and golden husks
and scatter all your seeds,
lest tangled vines do take ahold—
tares among the wheat.
O, the petals, silkened, once
retained their rosy glow,
until the days of shadows, long—
“Adieu, we must now, go!”
Sleep, now, darlings, in the soils
a blanket for the days
of...
#death
#flowers
#rebirth
125 reads
4 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
7th Oct 2019 8:33pm
7th Oct 2019 8:33pm
The Carpenter
(written for Crim's "Secret Knowledge of Trees" comp)
I watched you pull on your sleeves
of orange
and gold, preparing
for deaths in the autumnal equinox.
I saw you sweep the clouds into place, gray
and tense—
storms raged in the heavens, while
life
seeped out through roots, creation groaning.
(They hung my Lord, The Christ, upon you…)
He fashioned arks from you, and
I am eternal, as well—
feeling
each vein in wood, ‘neath
sandpaper
as I build,
create,
repurpose ...
I watched you pull on your sleeves
of orange
and gold, preparing
for deaths in the autumnal equinox.
I saw you sweep the clouds into place, gray
and tense—
storms raged in the heavens, while
life
seeped out through roots, creation groaning.
(They hung my Lord, The Christ, upon you…)
He fashioned arks from you, and
I am eternal, as well—
feeling
each vein in wood, ‘neath
sandpaper
as I build,
create,
repurpose ...
#trees
#God
105 reads
7 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Sep 2019 4:56pm
17th Sep 2019 4:56pm
Because Sometimes a Virtual Trophy is the Only Positive Thing in Life
(Written for Danny’s Comp about entering comps
Occasionally
everything blows at once, and
clawing one’s way back up, clinging
to a silly virtual trophy , remains
a reminder that there is still good
in life, amid:
sinus infections that just won’t quit
your child’s epilepsy making a guest appearance after 9 years of silence
ex-husbands snooping for addresses when said child doesn’t want to be found
counting the months left of a job that will be ending
your sister cancelling her wedding...
Occasionally
everything blows at once, and
clawing one’s way back up, clinging
to a silly virtual trophy , remains
a reminder that there is still good
in life, amid:
sinus infections that just won’t quit
your child’s epilepsy making a guest appearance after 9 years of silence
ex-husbands snooping for addresses when said child doesn’t want to be found
counting the months left of a job that will be ending
your sister cancelling her wedding...
#LifeStruggles
106 reads
10 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Sep 2019 1:27pm
2nd Sep 2019 1:27pm
Pick A Damn Winner, Already
(Written for Daniel’s “Comp Banishment” Comp)
Comps clog DUP vote-plumbing, like
turds in a commode—
the kind where plungers are required, lest the bowl overflow.
Can’t one just pick a winner, themself, or
with a few friends?
Must you abandon your comp and leave us all slighted ?
Or better yet—run one so wildly popular, it gets
5 million friggin’ entries
and we gotta vote a winner for you, while
It takes up bandwidth for months.
Inconsiderate .
I should just cancel all the comps. ...
Comps clog DUP vote-plumbing, like
turds in a commode—
the kind where plungers are required, lest the bowl overflow.
Can’t one just pick a winner, themself, or
with a few friends?
Must you abandon your comp and leave us all slighted ?
Or better yet—run one so wildly popular, it gets
5 million friggin’ entries
and we gotta vote a winner for you, while
It takes up bandwidth for months.
Inconsiderate .
I should just cancel all the comps. ...
#funny
158 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st Aug 2019 6:14pm
31st Aug 2019 6:14pm
As With All Things
(written for Poetcast project "Summer Memories Fade" comp)
I found two newborn
rabbits
eating in the garden; they
startled and fumbled on their new legs
in opposite directions.
I caught one, and it let me pet it
before
I set it back with its sibling.
I said to them:
“Don’t you know it’s August, and
the wind shall surely blow? You
are out of season.”
They blinked their bottomless black eyes
inquiring
if I knew that the sea was still calling, and
that I should answer it.
...
I found two newborn
rabbits
eating in the garden; they
startled and fumbled on their new legs
in opposite directions.
I caught one, and it let me pet it
before
I set it back with its sibling.
I said to them:
“Don’t you know it’s August, and
the wind shall surely blow? You
are out of season.”
They blinked their bottomless black eyes
inquiring
if I knew that the sea was still calling, and
that I should answer it.
...
#animals
#nature
152 reads
3 Comments
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