Submissions by Oshinome
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Sep 2019 8:03am
18th Sep 2019 8:03am
Tales from the Sanguine Lure
Your walls are bare stone,
with windows empty of glass
except the corner shard
singing melodies.
They both could
feel the heat
of the lights.
[inaudible]
"Okay...could you just, yes.
Perfect."
[inaudible]
"If you would, could you
do a mic check?" ...
with windows empty of glass
except the corner shard
singing melodies.
They both could
feel the heat
of the lights.
[inaudible]
"Okay...could you just, yes.
Perfect."
[inaudible]
"If you would, could you
do a mic check?" ...
#love
#identity
414 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Sep 2019 6:53am
14th Sep 2019 6:53am
...floating away
We quietly observe,
standing in this place,
awkward ugly moves
in the modern rat-race.
Same play, different day,
same sun shining,
no one ever told you
"everything dying."
We learn life in gravestone stories.
In moans, lone tomes, and wild bones
lay the scattered-old
brave bold glories.
Every dream shattered...
a light rose, shone
early dawn trills.
...
standing in this place,
awkward ugly moves
in the modern rat-race.
Same play, different day,
same sun shining,
no one ever told you
"everything dying."
We learn life in gravestone stories.
In moans, lone tomes, and wild bones
lay the scattered-old
brave bold glories.
Every dream shattered...
a light rose, shone
early dawn trills.
...
#identity
#art
487 reads
1 Comment
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
9th Sep 2019 2:14am
9th Sep 2019 2:14am
...shiny days
ocean hands, fingers,
and eyes...
breathing
in the creature-treed
skies
Chasing the Clouds Away
And so,
just like the radiant sun
swirling on some spacious
breeze,
the minds of human-dust,
...
and eyes...
breathing
in the creature-treed
skies
Chasing the Clouds Away
And so,
just like the radiant sun
swirling on some spacious
breeze,
the minds of human-dust,
...
#sky
#healing
444 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Aug 2019 5:52am
30th Aug 2019 5:52am
Ever Bearing Light
Yet this morning was like any other,
The repetition lost
in remnants.
Every season falling
in a soft flurry on the sand,
on the wooden-weathered
mellow decking,
on the brittle edges of a haunted stare.
No fire in those hills,
no finger
bare of august blooms.
(the quiet rain)
Do I find you beneath trees, here
bathed in sunlight?
And through these...
The repetition lost
in remnants.
Every season falling
in a soft flurry on the sand,
on the wooden-weathered
mellow decking,
on the brittle edges of a haunted stare.
No fire in those hills,
no finger
bare of august blooms.
(the quiet rain)
Do I find you beneath trees, here
bathed in sunlight?
And through these...
#nature
529 reads
1 Comment
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2019 5:52am
23rd Aug 2019 5:52am
Boundless Body
From the places where all veins meet,
these welling lakes within...
Oh, beating seed of light!
drowning lungs
in prayer,
Growing flowers bright
from all these
bones.
Your crying sound,
in the heart of a broken man,
Still dreaming on park benches,
(are you my brother)
thinking
"oh, Dark Days,"
Collects nickels in plastic,
shaking cup-worn
...
these welling lakes within...
Oh, beating seed of light!
drowning lungs
in prayer,
Growing flowers bright
from all these
bones.
Your crying sound,
in the heart of a broken man,
Still dreaming on park benches,
(are you my brother)
thinking
"oh, Dark Days,"
Collects nickels in plastic,
shaking cup-worn
...
#universe
#redemption
#separation
621 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Aug 2019 7:01am
19th Aug 2019 7:01am
Listless Heart
She steps out from reaching streams
of dust and dark,
Fingernails caked with mud
and sea water, curled
Around the soaked, algae lined
rope of a raft.
Endless miles...
alone
among the heaps of bodies
breathing
Mediterranean waves.
Am I nothing more than a
blanket of selves,
Gripping tight 'round
something
So destined to
slip away?
And there's no smile from her,
...
of dust and dark,
Fingernails caked with mud
and sea water, curled
Around the soaked, algae lined
rope of a raft.
Endless miles...
alone
among the heaps of bodies
breathing
Mediterranean waves.
Am I nothing more than a
blanket of selves,
Gripping tight 'round
something
So destined to
slip away?
And there's no smile from her,
...
#strength
#sea
589 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Aug 2019 3:45am
12th Aug 2019 3:45am
After Rainy Day
Veil of words lay loosened
along the brew of breezy leaves,
As brilliant beams gleam
beneath
those seeming greens.
So, what is left to say
of these eyes?
All the tears we cried
dry in brittle wounds,
Bathing beauty in smiling-bright,
of shadowless
blooms.
And on broken roads,
between cracks grow flowers,
laughter... and
Something like mercy
shines
beneath these...
along the brew of breezy leaves,
As brilliant beams gleam
beneath
those seeming greens.
So, what is left to say
of these eyes?
All the tears we cried
dry in brittle wounds,
Bathing beauty in smiling-bright,
of shadowless
blooms.
And on broken roads,
between cracks grow flowers,
laughter... and
Something like mercy
shines
beneath these...
#kindness
#trees
#nature
467 reads
6 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Oct 2018 8:39am
8th Oct 2018 8:39am
Ancestral Collage
Empathy, beauty, understanding,
mercy for it all.
Mercy to the hands and faces
in every bit of it all.
Mercy for the trees
and rocks, and creatures.
mercy to it all.
Where are the footprints of bohemia?
Beneath the raining fields of earth
and history?
Henry Clapp in cups of Pfaff's black coffee,
those porcelain white pipes
he adopted in the France
of Baudelaire,
Whitman ringing the bell of Blake,
...
mercy for it all.
Mercy to the hands and faces
in every bit of it all.
Mercy for the trees
and rocks, and creatures.
mercy to it all.
Where are the footprints of bohemia?
Beneath the raining fields of earth
and history?
Henry Clapp in cups of Pfaff's black coffee,
those porcelain white pipes
he adopted in the France
of Baudelaire,
Whitman ringing the bell of Blake,
...
#utopia
#angels
#ghosts
552 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Oct 2018 4:27am
7th Oct 2018 4:27am
And Sometime Since
Pine Bluff Beach, Arkansas.
Highway 63 runs through
just beneath the waters
southbound.
The Chili's on Olive street
one of the oldest still glows
above the sand.
Nabil leans against the banister
surrounding the veranda deck
That runs along a pier and out
upon
the Bay of Monticello.
Diamond-hinted ripples
play in the morning
furrows of the
shallow bight.
Its an awful thing
to see someone you love--
someone who was...
Highway 63 runs through
just beneath the waters
southbound.
The Chili's on Olive street
one of the oldest still glows
above the sand.
Nabil leans against the banister
surrounding the veranda deck
That runs along a pier and out
upon
the Bay of Monticello.
Diamond-hinted ripples
play in the morning
furrows of the
shallow bight.
Its an awful thing
to see someone you love--
someone who was...
#environment
#apocalypse
645 reads
7 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
28th Sep 2018 1:28am
28th Sep 2018 1:28am
In Hush and Tone
The coffee was bitter.
Outside, beneath an awning shadow,
She set the paperboard clutch down... another sip.
First found, the coffee bean was, perhaps in the mountains of Yemen,
a small country nestled between the Red Sea, to the west,
and the Gulf of Aden, south, immediately below what is known
today as Saudi Arabia.
Coffea arabica, it is a beautiful plant,
heavy with seeded coffee cherries,
bowing around in the breeze... the sunlight
With its glimmering leisure in the leaves.
Harvested, processed,...
Outside, beneath an awning shadow,
She set the paperboard clutch down... another sip.
First found, the coffee bean was, perhaps in the mountains of Yemen,
a small country nestled between the Red Sea, to the west,
and the Gulf of Aden, south, immediately below what is known
today as Saudi Arabia.
Coffea arabica, it is a beautiful plant,
heavy with seeded coffee cherries,
bowing around in the breeze... the sunlight
With its glimmering leisure in the leaves.
Harvested, processed,...
#redemption
605 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Sep 2018 5:45am
16th Sep 2018 5:45am
Silent Crowds
All along the aging shore,
as that wild Pontchartrain shimmers below my feet,
The vision of a thousand eyes on that sunset,
these crashing waves,
these hands.
Do you remember that time she wrapped herself in curtains?
And then I said to you that I am
whatever may be
shining out from deep beneath,
Beneath every layer there,
In there,
from within the heart of her quiet light.
In the precious dance of her Spanish moss,
her sigh,
and her face as it...
as that wild Pontchartrain shimmers below my feet,
The vision of a thousand eyes on that sunset,
these crashing waves,
these hands.
Do you remember that time she wrapped herself in curtains?
And then I said to you that I am
whatever may be
shining out from deep beneath,
Beneath every layer there,
In there,
from within the heart of her quiet light.
In the precious dance of her Spanish moss,
her sigh,
and her face as it...
#identity
#nature
#God #ArthurRimbaud
#God #ArthurRimbaud
679 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Sep 2018 5:26am
5th Sep 2018 5:26am
For the Love of Pycnandra
She breathes
in shining whispers.
Cyan, the sap beneath
a voiceless bark.
Her precious stock
it stains the ledge.
And all these tears we've cried,
every gleaming bead
Finds its place in what is left...
In what is left of all the waves
that crash in bright
along the rocking sprays,
Lashing beneath the creosote silence
of a long forgotten pier.
And all these prayers once sailed, now lost
to the...
in shining whispers.
Cyan, the sap beneath
a voiceless bark.
Her precious stock
it stains the ledge.
And all these tears we've cried,
every gleaming bead
Finds its place in what is left...
In what is left of all the waves
that crash in bright
along the rocking sprays,
Lashing beneath the creosote silence
of a long forgotten pier.
And all these prayers once sailed, now lost
to the...
#trees
#redemption
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