Submissions by MadameLavender
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
17th Oct 2021 10:02pm
17th Oct 2021 10:02pm
Morrissey Hates Tea Cozies
#SelfReflection
32 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Sep 2021 3:06pm
26th Sep 2021 3:06pm
Probabilities
It's not probable that
the air will ever be fully cleared;
attempts were met with defense
and stories--
Ah, the stories ....
Remembrances , embellished
to fit narratives into more drama
than they actually had.
Some were purposeful.
Recent ones were probably
effects of age on mind and memory.
It is probable that I will cry, someday
at your funeral --
it's a requirement on the mourning checklist .
I may cry for myself, too
because my need for human contact
comes with an expiration...
the air will ever be fully cleared;
attempts were met with defense
and stories--
Ah, the stories ....
Remembrances , embellished
to fit narratives into more drama
than they actually had.
Some were purposeful.
Recent ones were probably
effects of age on mind and memory.
It is probable that I will cry, someday
at your funeral --
it's a requirement on the mourning checklist .
I may cry for myself, too
because my need for human contact
comes with an expiration...
#mother
50 reads
4 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2021 9:37pm
22nd Sep 2021 9:37pm
Journey Of The Night Watches
First Watch : 6pm-9pm
O, hearken, now, and dim the lights
as glory fills, first watch, of nights
and Heaven's veils are slowly drawn,
signaling the day is gone.
Take up your posts, ye watchmen, strong --
the birds have hushed, their solemn song .
Second Watch: 9pm-12am
Civil Twilight flashes green
on horizons seldom seen
unless ye know just where to look
to find the passage, some forsook ;
through eye of needle, light the way--
darkened night, replaced the day.
Third Watch: 12am-3am
O'...
O, hearken, now, and dim the lights
as glory fills, first watch, of nights
and Heaven's veils are slowly drawn,
signaling the day is gone.
Take up your posts, ye watchmen, strong --
the birds have hushed, their solemn song .
Second Watch: 9pm-12am
Civil Twilight flashes green
on horizons seldom seen
unless ye know just where to look
to find the passage, some forsook ;
through eye of needle, light the way--
darkened night, replaced the day.
Third Watch: 12am-3am
O'...
#night
#nature
#God #faith
#God #faith
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3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Aug 2021 6:46pm
28th Aug 2021 6:46pm
February
Old Man Winter traversed the lands
stopping, occasionally, to undo
the hobo-sack on his walking stick, to
pour out the snows .
White and whirling, they came --
sometimes in furies
sometimes in silence
but always making peace with the Earth, before settling down its blanket, o'er hills and valleys.
He tipped his hat to the sun, heavy-lidded
and slumbering, and walked on
into crystalline fields .
stopping, occasionally, to undo
the hobo-sack on his walking stick, to
pour out the snows .
White and whirling, they came --
sometimes in furies
sometimes in silence
but always making peace with the Earth, before settling down its blanket, o'er hills and valleys.
He tipped his hat to the sun, heavy-lidded
and slumbering, and walked on
into crystalline fields .
#winter
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3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Aug 2021 3:06am
26th Aug 2021 3:06am
Three Music Men
1.The Enigma
I sat in the back row.
I know you I saw me-- you looked up
when I walked in .
Do you not know what to make of me, or
fear an unrepairable fissure
in your solitude, might happen
if you'd said more than
a nanosecond, humor-me, "Hi"
as you turned away after the show?
If you weren't so drippingly handsome
I would've turned away, too, and
admitted that you're all about the music
and nothing more.
2. The Friend
I saw the younger man
trying to break free ...
I sat in the back row.
I know you I saw me-- you looked up
when I walked in .
Do you not know what to make of me, or
fear an unrepairable fissure
in your solitude, might happen
if you'd said more than
a nanosecond, humor-me, "Hi"
as you turned away after the show?
If you weren't so drippingly handsome
I would've turned away, too, and
admitted that you're all about the music
and nothing more.
2. The Friend
I saw the younger man
trying to break free ...
#love
#friendship
#death #music
#death #music
62 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
7th Aug 2021 2:36am
7th Aug 2021 2:36am
The Roll-Away Bed
When the roll-away bed came out
from the closet under the eaves,
that meant the cousins were coming .
My excitement
over having constant playmates
for a few days, paralleled
the fascination at a bed
that could fold in half, on
a wheeled metal frame.
We took turns, the cousins
and I,
laying across the bed , while
the others folded it up
around each of us, and....
pushed it back and forth
across the hardwood floors.
(Human hotdogs, hanging
out of their bun
on a wild...
from the closet under the eaves,
that meant the cousins were coming .
My excitement
over having constant playmates
for a few days, paralleled
the fascination at a bed
that could fold in half, on
a wheeled metal frame.
We took turns, the cousins
and I,
laying across the bed , while
the others folded it up
around each of us, and....
pushed it back and forth
across the hardwood floors.
(Human hotdogs, hanging
out of their bun
on a wild...
#family
56 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Aug 2021 1:46am
7th Aug 2021 1:46am
Wisdom From Wise-asses
What if...
I have more to say,
than ten words ?
I have more to say,
than ten words ?
#identity
74 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Aug 2021 6:17pm
6th Aug 2021 6:17pm
Flight, Of Birds
1. I feed them fennel spice and
peanut butter suet, but
the birds eat my grass seed, anyway.
2. Come back !
-- Jittery chirps and
unisoned, flapping wings
because I merely opened a window.
3. Ah! Don't fly away
without taking me--
I am not meant to be here, long
and the ocean still calls.
4. Chickadees gather 'round
'Lil Bastard, in worship
for the squirrel empties the feeders
onto the ground for them.
5. When my hair blew away
on chemo-winds
the birds picked it up
and lined...
peanut butter suet, but
the birds eat my grass seed, anyway.
2. Come back !
-- Jittery chirps and
unisoned, flapping wings
because I merely opened a window.
3. Ah! Don't fly away
without taking me--
I am not meant to be here, long
and the ocean still calls.
4. Chickadees gather 'round
'Lil Bastard, in worship
for the squirrel empties the feeders
onto the ground for them.
5. When my hair blew away
on chemo-winds
the birds picked it up
and lined...
#birds
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5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Jul 2021 4:58am
28th Jul 2021 4:58am
Drought
Sometimes I find that I have lost my words --
and closed, are paths, that once were winding
and doused, are lights, that once were blinding.
They go to literary graves, I've heard--
and silence me, my voice, in binding
and dry the pen, the ink unwinding.
They're hiding in the summertime
I'm peeling layers off my skin
I'm finding nothing there to rhyme
Nothing lying deep within.
And if I hold you near me now
do you think that you might see
thoughts and letters swirling 'round,
drowning in transparency
-- of...
and closed, are paths, that once were winding
and doused, are lights, that once were blinding.
They go to literary graves, I've heard--
and silence me, my voice, in binding
and dry the pen, the ink unwinding.
They're hiding in the summertime
I'm peeling layers off my skin
I'm finding nothing there to rhyme
Nothing lying deep within.
And if I hold you near me now
do you think that you might see
thoughts and letters swirling 'round,
drowning in transparency
-- of...
#WritersBlock
85 reads
7 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Jun 2021 1:16pm
20th Jun 2021 1:16pm
How A Town Dies
I left my tent pegs
secured to the ground, long
past the time when
Woolworths and Parke Snow's, closed
their doors on Main Street, along
with every other store
that shut down the road for a day
each summer
for the Old Fashioned Bargain Days carnival.
Parades just kept rolling on
and forgot to stop and come back.
The wood roller coaster was torn down
and so was the drive in screen.
Trains took different tracks and Victorian mansions
sighed their last breaths
in a show of peeling paint.
...
secured to the ground, long
past the time when
Woolworths and Parke Snow's, closed
their doors on Main Street, along
with every other store
that shut down the road for a day
each summer
for the Old Fashioned Bargain Days carnival.
Parades just kept rolling on
and forgot to stop and come back.
The wood roller coaster was torn down
and so was the drive in screen.
Trains took different tracks and Victorian mansions
sighed their last breaths
in a show of peeling paint.
...
#memories
112 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Jun 2021 2:23am
15th Jun 2021 2:23am
Rietta
I felt a part of me
grow back
when I drove into the dusty lot
of the flea market.
Sunday crowds blossomed--
early risers, bustling
between tables
already filling their shopping bags
at 6am.
Not a moment to waste--
thoughts of arranging my wares
collided with a tinge of anxiety
over getting one of the last vendor tables left.
Wasn't the one I'd hoped for, but
God was still there in the clear blue sky
and the too-tall grass, damp with dew, making...
grow back
when I drove into the dusty lot
of the flea market.
Sunday crowds blossomed--
early risers, bustling
between tables
already filling their shopping bags
at 6am.
Not a moment to waste--
thoughts of arranging my wares
collided with a tinge of anxiety
over getting one of the last vendor tables left.
Wasn't the one I'd hoped for, but
God was still there in the clear blue sky
and the too-tall grass, damp with dew, making...
#God
#peace
116 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
21st Apr 2021 2:01am
21st Apr 2021 2:01am
Praise the Lord, and Pass the Chocolate .
I'm fascinated to know
how it feels to die....
without actually doing it.
Hershey's quells that fear, and
I'll trust Jesus
to ambush me in my sleep,
when it's time...
how it feels to die....
without actually doing it.
Hershey's quells that fear, and
I'll trust Jesus
to ambush me in my sleep,
when it's time...
#death
#fear
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6 Comments
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