Submissions by MadameLavender
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Restless
Ah, nameless beast
of what is the undercurrent of my soul--
that longing to be ever on the run,
a series of distractions (called "life")
to ignore the want
(the fear) of ceasing to exist
and just become part of the sea.
All the clocks stop
and I can live in someone's photographs
where time has no constraints or meaning.
of what is the undercurrent of my soul--
that longing to be ever on the run,
a series of distractions (called "life")
to ignore the want
(the fear) of ceasing to exist
and just become part of the sea.
All the clocks stop
and I can live in someone's photographs
where time has no constraints or meaning.
#identity
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Read (past tense) the Directions
To know the rhyme scheme of a sonnet
I must perhaps use Google, to find it,
then, by search, when I happen upon it,
I'll see the rhyming and then will mind it.
The English form is three stanzas of four
lines that rhyme "ABAB", then two "G's".
Each line has syllables of ten, no more
rhyming lines, C, D, E, F, in between.
The Petrachan form is beyond my scope
of what else I can stuff inside my brain.
It's overpacked now, and I cannot cope-- ...
I must perhaps use Google, to find it,
then, by search, when I happen upon it,
I'll see the rhyming and then will mind it.
The English form is three stanzas of four
lines that rhyme "ABAB", then two "G's".
Each line has syllables of ten, no more
rhyming lines, C, D, E, F, in between.
The Petrachan form is beyond my scope
of what else I can stuff inside my brain.
It's overpacked now, and I cannot cope-- ...
#satirical
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Little Deaths and First Snows
Last leaves of branches
let go, flutter to frosted grasses--
"We cannot hold on, any longer, and
so bid you, adieu!"
Downcast heads of roses of trellis, and nightingales pecking for seeds, mourn
as the sun turns its back
on December.
On cue, skies gray
and Earth holds its breath
closing eyes and mouths
of woodland life--
"Ah, to slumber, with blankets of moss;
we shall see you once again!"
Snowflakes like tears
from cold clouds
step out and tumble, slowly
in...
let go, flutter to frosted grasses--
"We cannot hold on, any longer, and
so bid you, adieu!"
Downcast heads of roses of trellis, and nightingales pecking for seeds, mourn
as the sun turns its back
on December.
On cue, skies gray
and Earth holds its breath
closing eyes and mouths
of woodland life--
"Ah, to slumber, with blankets of moss;
we shall see you once again!"
Snowflakes like tears
from cold clouds
step out and tumble, slowly
in...
#nature
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A Potful Of Somethings
Blessings abound
from Heaven' bean pot, but only
those marked for me.
I have reached in
and gathered handfuls
that have grown flowers
and trees, transforming
the landscape of my world.
Paint cans, spewed colors
like aqua oceans onto my walls
saying:
"Here! See, here-- the very waters that Christ walked upon!
I have taken beans
and given those blessings to others
because they were not mine to keep
but needed to pass through my hand--
"Obedience--now their garden,...
from Heaven' bean pot, but only
those marked for me.
I have reached in
and gathered handfuls
that have grown flowers
and trees, transforming
the landscape of my world.
Paint cans, spewed colors
like aqua oceans onto my walls
saying:
"Here! See, here-- the very waters that Christ walked upon!
I have taken beans
and given those blessings to others
because they were not mine to keep
but needed to pass through my hand--
"Obedience--now their garden,...
#love
#spiritual
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Love and Greed
I erased my words
so I could see what yours, truly meant;
nothing but wantings, eager
to learn how I could benefit you,
masked and sugarcoated
with hearts and "I love you"-s.
I retreat, once more, behind
the warmth of my shadow--safe
like the dusty attics of estate sales
where someone else's box of happy snapshots
are easier to live in.
How do you sleep at night? (traitor)
so I could see what yours, truly meant;
nothing but wantings, eager
to learn how I could benefit you,
masked and sugarcoated
with hearts and "I love you"-s.
I retreat, once more, behind
the warmth of my shadow--safe
like the dusty attics of estate sales
where someone else's box of happy snapshots
are easier to live in.
How do you sleep at night? (traitor)
#betrayal
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Eve
Little lights came on
one by one
in the Rosh Hashana dusk
like temple fires throughout the city.
Pinpricks among the night urchins
on sidewalks--
I am coming-- wait for me!
The eternal stoplight
red, too long
or maybe long enough
to make me look up from my idling car
to see the Hasidic People
in their warmly lit room
bowing and praying with an intensity
that made me want to cry out
How beautiful a sight, to drown in!
I am yours
I am your Eve, taken from a rib
near your heart ...
one by one
in the Rosh Hashana dusk
like temple fires throughout the city.
Pinpricks among the night urchins
on sidewalks--
I am coming-- wait for me!
The eternal stoplight
red, too long
or maybe long enough
to make me look up from my idling car
to see the Hasidic People
in their warmly lit room
bowing and praying with an intensity
that made me want to cry out
How beautiful a sight, to drown in!
I am yours
I am your Eve, taken from a rib
near your heart ...
#love
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The Night Phantom
Silence--
night had fallen
breath held
anticipation....
I checked my watch
once more--
"Go" time
Knife out--
I inserted the tip
into the lock
Click!
"Ssshhhh..."
I was in.
(so much to do, so little time)
Must hurry--
Excitement welling fast
There they are...
let the slashing, commence
I removed the protective cap
from the fine tip
and began
I did them all
Cutting marks
and lines
through each..
...
night had fallen
breath held
anticipation....
I checked my watch
once more--
"Go" time
Knife out--
I inserted the tip
into the lock
Click!
"Ssshhhh..."
I was in.
(so much to do, so little time)
Must hurry--
Excitement welling fast
There they are...
let the slashing, commence
I removed the protective cap
from the fine tip
and began
I did them all
Cutting marks
and lines
through each..
...
#satirical
#funny
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On the Shoreline
In the porcelain twilight dark flambé
the ocean washed my fears away.
I met you there 'neath evening skies
your lips drew out my little sighs
O'er flaming dusk- red, sunset flashes
touch me, kiss me--welling passion
Deeper than the waves can go,
further into me, you flow
and every promise that you speak,
my soul is yours, upon the beach.
All emotion you exude,
I return, tenfold to you
until the last of daylight's done
we drown, we sink, we become, one.
...
the ocean washed my fears away.
I met you there 'neath evening skies
your lips drew out my little sighs
O'er flaming dusk- red, sunset flashes
touch me, kiss me--welling passion
Deeper than the waves can go,
further into me, you flow
and every promise that you speak,
my soul is yours, upon the beach.
All emotion you exude,
I return, tenfold to you
until the last of daylight's done
we drown, we sink, we become, one.
...
#sensual
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Words On A Paper
I took just one, and
held it in my hand--
your words
that came, silently
like ships on calm oceans.
I plucked another (word)--
I used to know such things
once
so I took them, and
touched them to my lips, and
the blood returned to dried up places.
So long--
I'd forgotten how it is to feel
(on purpose)
but you left more (words)
and I had to take each one
and smear them on my heart, things
you believe, and
want..... desire (me)
They stabbed and flowed
into dormant places,...
held it in my hand--
your words
that came, silently
like ships on calm oceans.
I plucked another (word)--
I used to know such things
once
so I took them, and
touched them to my lips, and
the blood returned to dried up places.
So long--
I'd forgotten how it is to feel
(on purpose)
but you left more (words)
and I had to take each one
and smear them on my heart, things
you believe, and
want..... desire (me)
They stabbed and flowed
into dormant places,...
#love
#lust
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Cap Gun Ammo
We dug our toy rifles
into the ground, twisting
packing their barrels
full with dirt and pebbles--
it was a better spray
and harder hit, than
the caps.
Gunpowder tape, got laid
out across rocks
and we took turns with the hammer
pounding each dot--
Snap!
Our fingertips blackened
and temporarily numb
from the hits and flashes.
Back to the rifles
for more dirt-filled blasts
into each other's hair,
filthy feet and faces, hot
July sun.
...
into the ground, twisting
packing their barrels
full with dirt and pebbles--
it was a better spray
and harder hit, than
the caps.
Gunpowder tape, got laid
out across rocks
and we took turns with the hammer
pounding each dot--
Snap!
Our fingertips blackened
and temporarily numb
from the hits and flashes.
Back to the rifles
for more dirt-filled blasts
into each other's hair,
filthy feet and faces, hot
July sun.
...
#childhood
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(See Text For Title)
"I Want the One, I Can't Have"--Morrissey Has The Best One Liners
You stopped writing songs
about your love
of getting dumped
and always missing your chance,
and I felt your own hope
as mine came alive once more
too.
We watched the third Heaven
explode
with hearts and birds--
electric
and I felt pure joy
standing waist deep in waves,
your arms around me, from
behind, your smile--
I didn't need to see it
to know...
You stopped writing songs
about your love
of getting dumped
and always missing your chance,
and I felt your own hope
as mine came alive once more
too.
We watched the third Heaven
explode
with hearts and birds--
electric
and I felt pure joy
standing waist deep in waves,
your arms around me, from
behind, your smile--
I didn't need to see it
to know...
#relationships
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Another Call (Out)
"No problem, we'll work on it"
....getting your shift covered, that is.
(**snark**)
Yet another sick call,
we have no staff.
We close the ER at one site,
because there's just no warm bodies
for overnight shift.
And you have a headache
and can't work--
I worked full time
while on chemo and radiation.
Take a f-kn aspirin
and get your f-kn ass in here!
There's never been such a hoarde
of pansy, boo-boo whiners
as of late.
I hate my phone .
I hate being on-call. ...
....getting your shift covered, that is.
(**snark**)
Yet another sick call,
we have no staff.
We close the ER at one site,
because there's just no warm bodies
for overnight shift.
And you have a headache
and can't work--
I worked full time
while on chemo and radiation.
Take a f-kn aspirin
and get your f-kn ass in here!
There's never been such a hoarde
of pansy, boo-boo whiners
as of late.
I hate my phone .
I hate being on-call. ...
#job
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