Submissions by MadameLavender
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
21st Apr 2019 4:49pm
21st Apr 2019 4:49pm
Old Roses
(written for "Best day Ever" comp)
I was the child
in the yellow dress, beaming
in July heat
at wild roses, growing
as heaving clumps across
rusted fences.
Polaroid preserved,
snapshots to live by, when
the ground dropped out, and
I fell between frames.
I walk the shoreline, now.
It is July 4th again.
I see her once more,
the roses-girl, me, pictures
brought back from vivid attar scents
of beach blooms on costal winds.
I walk the shoreline, now.
It is...
I was the child
in the yellow dress, beaming
in July heat
at wild roses, growing
as heaving clumps across
rusted fences.
Polaroid preserved,
snapshots to live by, when
the ground dropped out, and
I fell between frames.
I walk the shoreline, now.
It is July 4th again.
I see her once more,
the roses-girl, me, pictures
brought back from vivid attar scents
of beach blooms on costal winds.
I walk the shoreline, now.
It is...
#separation
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SELF POEM
Published
16th Apr 2019 00:23am
16th Apr 2019 00:23am
"And the Sea Said There Were No Bounds"
(written for Amelia's "We Are Water" comp)
So I took it for its word, and
found truths as old as
the gnarled shells, spat
upon the sands by waves.
I became fluid on shores, speckled
with popplestones, those sentinels
to tides and
hearts of mariners, long gone.
I melted in offshore winds, releasing
my soul, to endless miles of dunes, grasses
rooted and fixed.
I reached the end of the Earth, and
marveled at how simply alone I was, yet
filled with expectation
waiting on the Lord, where...
So I took it for its word, and
found truths as old as
the gnarled shells, spat
upon the sands by waves.
I became fluid on shores, speckled
with popplestones, those sentinels
to tides and
hearts of mariners, long gone.
I melted in offshore winds, releasing
my soul, to endless miles of dunes, grasses
rooted and fixed.
I reached the end of the Earth, and
marveled at how simply alone I was, yet
filled with expectation
waiting on the Lord, where...
#sea
#beach
#water
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
15th Apr 2019 11:56pm
15th Apr 2019 11:56pm
Truth or Dare
(written for Michael's "Blasphemy or The Truth" comp)
There is no religion, only
truth
and those who would dare
to tempt the Lord, testing
His mercies with bags of serpents.
Would you dare, just believing
the Truth
as it would fill the body, like
waters rising
and verily, cast out demons
through faith?
We speak in new tongues, as
words become flesh, holy
unto Creation.
Harmed, not, we are by poisons
imbibed
in the spirit, not corporeal bodies
for herein lies true...
There is no religion, only
truth
and those who would dare
to tempt the Lord, testing
His mercies with bags of serpents.
Would you dare, just believing
the Truth
as it would fill the body, like
waters rising
and verily, cast out demons
through faith?
We speak in new tongues, as
words become flesh, holy
unto Creation.
Harmed, not, we are by poisons
imbibed
in the spirit, not corporeal bodies
for herein lies true...
#God
#Christian
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3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Apr 2019 8:52pm
9th Apr 2019 8:52pm
It’s All Good, On the Other Side
He stood up
in the grasses, tiger eyes
and nose
taking in this new world.
“There is no leash
and I can run, free…”
he thought as he spotted the others
afar—
Ginger, Jade, Mia and Chloe
all shining like the stars he’d seen
a million times,
a million seconds ago
before he came here.
“I remember they loved me, and
I, them…the ones still there and
the ones here, now.”
He ran toward the ones from the past,
his mind, clearer than it had been yesterday,
tiger paws drifting over blooms,...
in the grasses, tiger eyes
and nose
taking in this new world.
“There is no leash
and I can run, free…”
he thought as he spotted the others
afar—
Ginger, Jade, Mia and Chloe
all shining like the stars he’d seen
a million times,
a million seconds ago
before he came here.
“I remember they loved me, and
I, them…the ones still there and
the ones here, now.”
He ran toward the ones from the past,
his mind, clearer than it had been yesterday,
tiger paws drifting over blooms,...
#grief
#death
#cats
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5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Apr 2019 7:23pm
8th Apr 2019 7:23pm
Catnip Kingpin
(Written for David's "Kitty Cat" comp)
He sat on his throne,
a stone,
in the gardens, sun
blazing down upon his ancient stripes.
Tabby—
by way of jumbled genetics, fur
in splotches of mackerel grays
and blacks.
They called him “Shadow”, for
he lurked in them, green glass
eyes, boring
through souls, Fu-Manchu
whiskers stopping words
and hearts
of those who’d dare enter
his realm.
“You want somethin’, stranger?
I gots everythin’ you wants—catmint ...
He sat on his throne,
a stone,
in the gardens, sun
blazing down upon his ancient stripes.
Tabby—
by way of jumbled genetics, fur
in splotches of mackerel grays
and blacks.
They called him “Shadow”, for
he lurked in them, green glass
eyes, boring
through souls, Fu-Manchu
whiskers stopping words
and hearts
of those who’d dare enter
his realm.
“You want somethin’, stranger?
I gots everythin’ you wants—catmint ...
#cats
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LOVE POEM
Published
8th Apr 2019 6:54pm
8th Apr 2019 6:54pm
The Sky Still Looks Big
(written for Devlin's "Letter to a Lover" comp)
It’s been a few years, and
I can still see where
God
stretched the sky
to bring you home.
I don’t look, daily, anymore
like I used to, but
the scars are still there, bandaged
over with clouds.
It’s not often that someone’s heart
is so big, that
Heaven needs to expand to hold it, and
I feel as if a widow, though
we never married.
I can go to shows, and
fill jars with sands from beaches, just
to look upon them with...
It’s been a few years, and
I can still see where
God
stretched the sky
to bring you home.
I don’t look, daily, anymore
like I used to, but
the scars are still there, bandaged
over with clouds.
It’s not often that someone’s heart
is so big, that
Heaven needs to expand to hold it, and
I feel as if a widow, though
we never married.
I can go to shows, and
fill jars with sands from beaches, just
to look upon them with...
#love
#grief
#death
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SELF POEM
Published
28th Mar 2019 4:10pm
28th Mar 2019 4:10pm
Bitching In Print
(written for Devlin's "Shock Poet" comp)
Sometimes, God
lights my fingers on fire across
the keyboard, or
spills His DNA from my pen.
Sometimes I do it myself, when
there is nothing but screams
behind my eyes.
God and I, both have something to say
yet,
where does He end
and I begin?
Perhaps there is no end
or no beginnings, and
it’s all one continuum
like the endless strings of chemical reactions
I see in my mind
of everything, down to the atomic level.
And ...
Sometimes, God
lights my fingers on fire across
the keyboard, or
spills His DNA from my pen.
Sometimes I do it myself, when
there is nothing but screams
behind my eyes.
God and I, both have something to say
yet,
where does He end
and I begin?
Perhaps there is no end
or no beginnings, and
it’s all one continuum
like the endless strings of chemical reactions
I see in my mind
of everything, down to the atomic level.
And ...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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12 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Mar 2019 9:51pm
18th Mar 2019 9:51pm
Deum de Lumine
(written for Aemelia's "Light weaving" comp)
He came
and touched the Earth, claiming
squatter’s rights with blood
riddled fingers, an abortion
of Creation, himself.
Even photons recoiled
at his hand, yet
he put them on, anyway, clothing
made from light
for each workday ahead.
“Toil, I shall, until there is none left to deceive!”
So he set about planting
and reaping
thoughts, illuminated with despair
until forests grew, and
his own light burned far more
than the...
He came
and touched the Earth, claiming
squatter’s rights with blood
riddled fingers, an abortion
of Creation, himself.
Even photons recoiled
at his hand, yet
he put them on, anyway, clothing
made from light
for each workday ahead.
“Toil, I shall, until there is none left to deceive!”
So he set about planting
and reaping
thoughts, illuminated with despair
until forests grew, and
his own light burned far more
than the...
#devil
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Mar 2019 3:42pm
12th Mar 2019 3:42pm
1970
(Written for “Memory Haiku” comp)
Vietnam still raged;
Fireworks triggered air-raid
sirens in Italy.
False alarm , but still...
I hid beneath the bed, scared,
awaiting our fate.
Vietnam still raged;
Fireworks triggered air-raid
sirens in Italy.
False alarm , but still...
I hid beneath the bed, scared,
awaiting our fate.
#war
#scary
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Mar 2019 9:01pm
10th Mar 2019 9:01pm
Fragmentation
(written for Missy's "Keith Flint" tribute comp)
Strike—I’m used for fire
Strike—I am the heat
Strike—I was fire
Strike—I was scene
I’m dangerous
I’m dangerous
Watch me fragment and expand.
I used to shatter
I used to matter
I was the one who broke the glass.
Embrace the violence!
Embrace the silence!
Strike the dark and watch me spark.
(Strike, strike, strike…..the flint—watch it spark)
Ohhhhhh….I screamed it out loud
I punched it out, now—
They say I took my life and...
Strike—I’m used for fire
Strike—I am the heat
Strike—I was fire
Strike—I was scene
I’m dangerous
I’m dangerous
Watch me fragment and expand.
I used to shatter
I used to matter
I was the one who broke the glass.
Embrace the violence!
Embrace the silence!
Strike the dark and watch me spark.
(Strike, strike, strike…..the flint—watch it spark)
Ohhhhhh….I screamed it out loud
I punched it out, now—
They say I took my life and...
#death
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DARK POEM
Published
21st Feb 2019 9:48pm
21st Feb 2019 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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