Submissions by MadameLavender
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
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
24 reads
2 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
69 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
79 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
128 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
88 reads
3 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
22nd Aug 2019 4:22pm
22nd Aug 2019 4:22pm
Still Bitter, After All These Years
(written for Highly Functional's "Oh, It Was Definitely You" comp)
I’ve won the Oscar
for “Best Actress in a Long Term Relationship”
and
I
still
want
to
use
it
to punch a hole in the cloth roof of
your Audi-fucking-convertible
that you always loved more than me.
(aside from your same-sex lovers, which
I found out about at the end of our 25 year
marriage.)
But I played my cards right
kept my emotions in check
walked away with our (my) daughter
her car
and...
I’ve won the Oscar
for “Best Actress in a Long Term Relationship”
and
I
still
want
to
use
it
to punch a hole in the cloth roof of
your Audi-fucking-convertible
that you always loved more than me.
(aside from your same-sex lovers, which
I found out about at the end of our 25 year
marriage.)
But I played my cards right
kept my emotions in check
walked away with our (my) daughter
her car
and...
#anger
#breakup
82 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Aug 2019 8:05pm
8th Aug 2019 8:05pm
On A Lazy Afternoon
(for the "I Need Some Tranquility " comp)
Lungs protest with
allergies
(or sickness)
bubbling up to throatfuls
of itchiness—
I just want to sleep
but I shall miss the waves
of water
and white linen laundry, clothes-pinned
on lines
puffed out like Viking ship sails
commandeer’d by the wind.
Dragonflies and grasshoppers
have knocked on my door—
“Won’t you come out, with us?”
Why yes, I believe I will….
we shall pluck blooms from gardens
and make...
Lungs protest with
allergies
(or sickness)
bubbling up to throatfuls
of itchiness—
I just want to sleep
but I shall miss the waves
of water
and white linen laundry, clothes-pinned
on lines
puffed out like Viking ship sails
commandeer’d by the wind.
Dragonflies and grasshoppers
have knocked on my door—
“Won’t you come out, with us?”
Why yes, I believe I will….
we shall pluck blooms from gardens
and make...
#sea
#nature
59 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Jul 2019 11:58pm
27th Jul 2019 11:58pm
Spartan Verses Poems
(3 entries written for Daniel's "Spartan Verses" comp)
Vintage Handkerchiefs
What tales they tell—
tears they’ve caught,
whispers overheard, cigarette
ashes from bygone times
when white gloved hands were
of fashion.
I’m now their keeper.
Three Said “Edith”
My world melted
when three kerchiefs
revealed the name “Edith”
Sewn in, decades ago—
someone else with Grandmother’s name,
gave me a hug from heaven.
Linen Prep
Delicate...
Vintage Handkerchiefs
What tales they tell—
tears they’ve caught,
whispers overheard, cigarette
ashes from bygone times
when white gloved hands were
of fashion.
I’m now their keeper.
Three Said “Edith”
My world melted
when three kerchiefs
revealed the name “Edith”
Sewn in, decades ago—
someone else with Grandmother’s name,
gave me a hug from heaven.
Linen Prep
Delicate...
#memories
#historical
70 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2019 4:54pm
23rd Jul 2019 4:54pm
Musings From Pearl
(written for Luna's "Who I Am" comp)
So I thought I would tell you that
cats can indeed, speak
and as much as she hides her smile
behind me,
Mom isn’t that much of an enigma
once you get inside her head, and
have a look around.
To the casual observer
it may seem that she’s a
fucking lunatic
pulling furniture and other quality items
from the dumpster
and roadside piles, but
hell, if she doesn’t rake in
a hundred dollars each week, refinishing
and selling the stuff.
As...
So I thought I would tell you that
cats can indeed, speak
and as much as she hides her smile
behind me,
Mom isn’t that much of an enigma
once you get inside her head, and
have a look around.
To the casual observer
it may seem that she’s a
fucking lunatic
pulling furniture and other quality items
from the dumpster
and roadside piles, but
hell, if she doesn’t rake in
a hundred dollars each week, refinishing
and selling the stuff.
As...
#identity
86 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2019 4:01pm
23rd Jul 2019 4:01pm
Everything, For Sale
(written for Jade's "Fly Me To The Moon" comp)
What shall be more
magnificent
than steps, outside the Earth?
Boundaries broken, to
become antiquated
with time,
in time—
it all grows old, and
dead Presidents on paper
are traded for memories.
It’s all been sold—
the music
the masses
the world
and the moon shall be next.
They’ll find a way.
The very footprints of man
are given for wealth, and
Neil Armstrong waves goodbye
from heavenly heights
auctioned...
What shall be more
magnificent
than steps, outside the Earth?
Boundaries broken, to
become antiquated
with time,
in time—
it all grows old, and
dead Presidents on paper
are traded for memories.
It’s all been sold—
the music
the masses
the world
and the moon shall be next.
They’ll find a way.
The very footprints of man
are given for wealth, and
Neil Armstrong waves goodbye
from heavenly heights
auctioned...
#money
#memories
62 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Jul 2019 5:50pm
10th Jul 2019 5:50pm
5 Short Poems
(For Josh’s Comp)
Sometimes
Sand slips through my hand;
the sea becomes my marrow,
and I find my soul.
I Think
I am best, alone—
in God, I trust, for this life;
love left me jaded.
Too Much
Seconds seem too long —
what shall be my legacy
when time finally ends?
And Find
Vintage linens—yes!
I am a keeper of time.
My collection, grows .
Everything and Nothing
Patience has a way
of pissing me off, teaching
what I need to...
Sometimes
Sand slips through my hand;
the sea becomes my marrow,
and I find my soul.
I Think
I am best, alone—
in God, I trust, for this life;
love left me jaded.
Too Much
Seconds seem too long —
what shall be my legacy
when time finally ends?
And Find
Vintage linens—yes!
I am a keeper of time.
My collection, grows .
Everything and Nothing
Patience has a way
of pissing me off, teaching
what I need to...
#identity
72 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Jun 2019 8:48pm
26th Jun 2019 8:48pm
Little Bits of Life: Goddess in White Roses
(written for Aemelia's "Sisters of the Earth" comp)
Perhaps it’s better, not
to be able to see into the future.
Too surreal, it would have been, seeing
your coffin wheeled down the center aisle, standing
room only in the church.
We draped you in white roses, a testament
to the healer you were—
nurse, yet wife, mother, daughter, friend, and
they were the color of your clothing
in the dream, where you now live.
They spoke in Latin as the incense bell waved its scent
across the aisles, and ah, this life— ...
Perhaps it’s better, not
to be able to see into the future.
Too surreal, it would have been, seeing
your coffin wheeled down the center aisle, standing
room only in the church.
We draped you in white roses, a testament
to the healer you were—
nurse, yet wife, mother, daughter, friend, and
they were the color of your clothing
in the dream, where you now live.
They spoke in Latin as the incense bell waved its scent
across the aisles, and ah, this life— ...
#grief
#death
88 reads
4 Comments
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