Submissions by Oshinome
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Sep 2018 5:25am
1st Sep 2018 5:25am
Lambent Patter
The passing of laughter in celebration
was raining and trees...
Fallen clouds
in the creeks and streets.
What sort of year is this?...
That faces of flowered garlands
from a grave
flash and blink in the early wave.
That youth grows old
and must forever
lose home.
With that holy light once shown
so obvious
so new, so lovely,
In these...
was raining and trees...
Fallen clouds
in the creeks and streets.
What sort of year is this?...
That faces of flowered garlands
from a grave
flash and blink in the early wave.
That youth grows old
and must forever
lose home.
With that holy light once shown
so obvious
so new, so lovely,
In these...
#LifeCycle
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Aug 2018 1:38am
2nd Aug 2018 1:38am
Autumn's Delight
Heavy sounds of motorists
moving in cars and trucks somewhere
in the Tuesday air of autumn.
Tremble, the smoldering violence
of gnawing flames.
Surrounded by greenery-hinted plays of gold,
swaying looms in the browning threads of orange,
a peel of breeze,
the dramatic pause of highway musing,
That sporadic drone of humanity,
its dreams.
Nothing but barren death these dreams,
trailing into and out of that great western sky
where sits the emperor of day, ...
moving in cars and trucks somewhere
in the Tuesday air of autumn.
Tremble, the smoldering violence
of gnawing flames.
Surrounded by greenery-hinted plays of gold,
swaying looms in the browning threads of orange,
a peel of breeze,
the dramatic pause of highway musing,
That sporadic drone of humanity,
its dreams.
Nothing but barren death these dreams,
trailing into and out of that great western sky
where sits the emperor of day, ...
#nature
#LifeCycle
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1 Comment
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
27th Jul 2018 1:07am
27th Jul 2018 1:07am
In the Grass
Your thirsty bones, insatiate sand.
All that is life glistens down
those spacious cheeks,
Spilling over blades of lash.
Your Auricle-fed, adventitiously perfect, root
is this 'every moment of life'.
And the light of your brightness shines.
All that is life glistens down
those spacious cheeks,
Spilling over blades of lash.
Your Auricle-fed, adventitiously perfect, root
is this 'every moment of life'.
And the light of your brightness shines.
#earth
#universe
#heaven #mythology
#heaven #mythology
531 reads
2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
5th Jul 2018 6:13am
5th Jul 2018 6:13am
Any Morning
A breath of branches
sway in sunlight.
What is left of yesterday's shade
lay shattered,
Scattered among pine needles and compost.
Am I some endless sky?
We peopled cities seek joy
in so many setting suns...
So many gaping flames, only to die.
A breathing of leaves drink in
morning's bright
Dew replete, a singing light.
Is there nothing left
but dawn?
sway in sunlight.
What is left of yesterday's shade
lay shattered,
Scattered among pine needles and compost.
Am I some endless sky?
We peopled cities seek joy
in so many setting suns...
So many gaping flames, only to die.
A breathing of leaves drink in
morning's bright
Dew replete, a singing light.
Is there nothing left
but dawn?
#sky
512 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Mar 2018 00:26am
19th Mar 2018 00:26am
And the Lions Wept
What is this that shines from every part of you?
Love-- so strange a word.
It describes all
that I have ever
known of you.
And though
we have never met,
I find us here...
Together.
And no bombs here,
Though there litter lay upon many.
A quiet yellow-tinted moon
follows above.
I find every tear ever cried
so very close to mine--
So many restless lives
never known.
So many faces.
So many a marvel,
seven billion,
four...
Love-- so strange a word.
It describes all
that I have ever
known of you.
And though
we have never met,
I find us here...
Together.
And no bombs here,
Though there litter lay upon many.
A quiet yellow-tinted moon
follows above.
I find every tear ever cried
so very close to mine--
So many restless lives
never known.
So many faces.
So many a marvel,
seven billion,
four...
#heartbroken
#death
624 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Mar 2018 4:14am
15th Mar 2018 4:14am
Sands by the Gaslight
Morning brought us cold leaves
swaying in the spring wind.
Time, she changes seasons again.
Dancing in magnolia trees
on azalea spun breezes,
She is always the end.
Borderless sky,
Sunlit fingers lost against
her bright sigh
of grass and flowers--
when did it begin?
Second after second into hours,
These years make graves of mountains,
Which binding her vowels into songs
could never prevent.
swaying in the spring wind.
Time, she changes seasons again.
Dancing in magnolia trees
on azalea spun breezes,
She is always the end.
Borderless sky,
Sunlit fingers lost against
her bright sigh
of grass and flowers--
when did it begin?
Second after second into hours,
These years make graves of mountains,
Which binding her vowels into songs
could never prevent.
#universe
#mythology
522 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Mar 2018 6:00am
9th Mar 2018 6:00am
untitled
The oak digs down deep
To the rooted spring beneath--
No dirt left behind.
The mosquito drinks--
Azaelia blooms sway, sunlit,
Too heavy to fly.
To the rooted spring beneath--
No dirt left behind.
The mosquito drinks--
Azaelia blooms sway, sunlit,
Too heavy to fly.
#haiku
#trees
#nature
559 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2018 7:29am
3rd Mar 2018 7:29am
Erat Ibi Vita
Selfless sheep make way
for the river Styx... make way.
Born of her seeded shores,
"The river Liffey," he yells and laughing
waves.
Petals drip delight--
Spellbound, the howling storms brew,
but no rain tonight.
Mercy, sweet mercy,
descending floods understanding, love.
And here stands Hercules, boldly
Cracked earth and pottery.
Where are your heroic nightmares now?
this dust.
Ages of memory beneath our walking feet,
...
for the river Styx... make way.
Born of her seeded shores,
"The river Liffey," he yells and laughing
waves.
Petals drip delight--
Spellbound, the howling storms brew,
but no rain tonight.
Mercy, sweet mercy,
descending floods understanding, love.
And here stands Hercules, boldly
Cracked earth and pottery.
Where are your heroic nightmares now?
this dust.
Ages of memory beneath our walking feet,
...
#morning
#nature
#myself #SelfReflection
#myself #SelfReflection
551 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
25th Feb 2018 3:35am
25th Feb 2018 3:35am
Basho After the Rain
Look, oh waves so bright,
This hidden mess beneath stars
steps bare in your grass.
Oak leaves brush the bark.
Scattered squirrels, tatters of light,
question these footsteps.
As songless snap-birds,
fluttering bounced branches, you
whisper to a train.
This hidden mess beneath stars
steps bare in your grass.
Oak leaves brush the bark.
Scattered squirrels, tatters of light,
question these footsteps.
As songless snap-birds,
fluttering bounced branches, you
whisper to a train.
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4 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
19th Feb 2018 6:33am
19th Feb 2018 6:33am
Broken Branches
Everyday is a loss-one-life
then another.
This, a timeless scream,
quivers in the passing tears
at dawn, dripping green.
More than shatters
here,
more than bleeding,
more than pain.
My poor babies,
so much more than pain.
I may never stop crying.
But I can only ever
remember you smiling.
then another.
This, a timeless scream,
quivers in the passing tears
at dawn, dripping green.
More than shatters
here,
more than bleeding,
more than pain.
My poor babies,
so much more than pain.
I may never stop crying.
But I can only ever
remember you smiling.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Feb 2018 4:42am
15th Feb 2018 4:42am
Season's Crown
That humid light, a rose,
in movements slow and deep,
Adorned in songs it goes
to end that shadow, sleep.
And time will never weep
the passing season's loss,
Nor relish blessings reaped
in moments held
so close.
Our life
Is vanished moss
beneath this licking flame.
Yet every face we cross:
that shine of Self, the same.
There is nothing here called we,
Oh silent vibrant sea.
in movements slow and deep,
Adorned in songs it goes
to end that shadow, sleep.
And time will never weep
the passing season's loss,
Nor relish blessings reaped
in moments held
so close.
Our life
Is vanished moss
beneath this licking flame.
Yet every face we cross:
that shine of Self, the same.
There is nothing here called we,
Oh silent vibrant sea.
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1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Feb 2018 7:12am
13th Feb 2018 7:12am
Shoreline Fingernails
My words are useless now--
These graves and flowers.
With careful steps break
In quiet mourning stars.
Does this light always shine?
And you reach for the ash
Of a loneliness that just
Isn't there.
The crashing waves
Spray these shattered diamonds
In glittery mists along the rocky sand.
These graves and flowers.
With careful steps break
In quiet mourning stars.
Does this light always shine?
And you reach for the ash
Of a loneliness that just
Isn't there.
The crashing waves
Spray these shattered diamonds
In glittery mists along the rocky sand.
#SelfDiscovery
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