Submissions by PaleSkies
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Been writing for years. I love raw humor or dark. At times I overcook my words but that's what I do. The dark cannot hurt you unless you are drowning in emotions.
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Apr 2023 10:28pm
11th Apr 2023 10:28pm
Holding Hands With Blue Jeans
I reach, into the hereafter,
holding hands with "Blue Jeans."
The spirit of my Sandy,
no stranger to the One Above
when nothing else matters,
except for life and family.
Forever, where you go,
I will follow your breath.
Touching your soul with my pulse
as God pulls up a Gospel,
and I offer him a beer.
Loving you so much, for being you,
holding hands with "Blue Jeans."
holding hands with "Blue Jeans."
The spirit of my Sandy,
no stranger to the One Above
when nothing else matters,
except for life and family.
Forever, where you go,
I will follow your breath.
Touching your soul with my pulse
as God pulls up a Gospel,
and I offer him a beer.
Loving you so much, for being you,
holding hands with "Blue Jeans."
#love
#spiritual
104 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Apr 2023 4:36pm
11th Apr 2023 4:36pm
Swanky Shade Of Moonlight
In a swanky shade of moonlight
in twilight's blooming hours
of breathless marigolds
bringing you flowers
soothing pulse of Dark's mandolin
sounding of a mahogany xylophone
swooning me Cupid's arrow
with a scented hankie
in a swanky shade of moonlight
and no one, but my own
in twilight's blooming hours
of breathless marigolds
bringing you flowers
soothing pulse of Dark's mandolin
sounding of a mahogany xylophone
swooning me Cupid's arrow
with a scented hankie
in a swanky shade of moonlight
and no one, but my own
#spiritual
#philosophical
82 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Apr 2023 2:49am
11th Apr 2023 2:49am
Slinky In Cuddly Dreams
Walking my Slinky in cuddly dreams
as the rings of Saturn spin carousel
listening to a row of dominoes fall
like an accordion bellows
in twilight's Serendipity
as the garden gnomes dance
dunking my Gingersnaps
in a teacup of moonbeams
walking my Slinky in cuddly dreams
as the rings of Saturn spin carousel
listening to a row of dominoes fall
like an accordion bellows
in twilight's Serendipity
as the garden gnomes dance
dunking my Gingersnaps
in a teacup of moonbeams
walking my Slinky in cuddly dreams
#happiness
106 reads
0 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
10th Apr 2023 10:25pm
10th Apr 2023 10:25pm
Silence Of The Sole
An unfathomable foggy in the dark's minute
upon the petal of a shadow on the rose
dripping the ardor, pouls des morts-vivants,
pulse of undead, with the silence of the sole
touched by the oyster's smile of poetic seduction
of corpses in the potter's bed waiting to be fed
the marrow's incandescence perfumery
upon the petal of a shadow on the rose
dripping the ardor, pouls des morts-vivants,
pulse of undead, with the silence of the sole
touched by the oyster's smile of poetic seduction
of corpses in the potter's bed waiting to be fed
the marrow's incandescence perfumery
#dark
#gothic
157 reads
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
10th Apr 2023 3:52am
10th Apr 2023 3:52am
Can It Spell Mississippi
Wikipedia says that A1 is a sauce. So we are under attack by a sauce? Which is short for Sausalito, a city in California. What does a steak sauce have to do with Artificial Intelligence? Can it spell Mississippi? I tried talking to a bottle of A1 and got nothing out of the one-way conversation. In fact, I had to look around and make sure that I wasn't being watched while dining at The Outback. I am more concerned as to why a damn waiter set my pancake blazing with a blowtorch. He said it was a crappy Suzette. What does my mother-in-law have to do with it? I doused the inferno with my Maker's...
#funny
137 reads
DARK POEM
Published
9th Apr 2023 6:42pm
9th Apr 2023 6:42pm
Getting High On Mantovani
Feeling my groovy resining my fiddle
getting high on Mantovani
tightening up the ivories
on mudflaps of a hearse
as the shine of the moonlight
lay down in my festering clover
no jimmy to snatch my porn
or put the corpse before a harp
gawd damn the wooly worms
and no spiritual carrion to burn
with only a few poesies to charm
that floss their upbeat firm
locked into a requiem without a key
to silence the dark's squawking box
playing dead in my homily
getting high...
getting high on Mantovani
tightening up the ivories
on mudflaps of a hearse
as the shine of the moonlight
lay down in my festering clover
no jimmy to snatch my porn
or put the corpse before a harp
gawd damn the wooly worms
and no spiritual carrion to burn
with only a few poesies to charm
that floss their upbeat firm
locked into a requiem without a key
to silence the dark's squawking box
playing dead in my homily
getting high...
#dark
#gothic
91 reads
DARK POEM
Published
9th Apr 2023 5:12pm
9th Apr 2023 5:12pm
Nature's Mascara
A shadow of a headstone idle in the grave
no weeds for the dark stranger of twilight
with a scent of death that doesn't wash off
that was a memory from a generation ago
now a wildflower of a bone in nature's mascara
no weeds for the dark stranger of twilight
with a scent of death that doesn't wash off
that was a memory from a generation ago
now a wildflower of a bone in nature's mascara
#dark
151 reads
SELF POEM
Published
8th Apr 2023 11:41pm
8th Apr 2023 11:41pm
Tumble Back - with Deliabear
I can see & feel native memories
within my inner eye.
Amidst the magnificent beauty of nature
Crystal waters, I call home
Sits a time ate well, where I spent my coins,
A little boy with wishes and dense dreams.
Ah, things ain't what they used to be.
The progress they say.
But why in any place you seek to go,
it's the coziness of home you wish to know.
Now that my life has come full circle.
Parallel with the universe.
A haunting whisper breathes upon
my impending.
The chime of childhood...
within my inner eye.
Amidst the magnificent beauty of nature
Crystal waters, I call home
Sits a time ate well, where I spent my coins,
A little boy with wishes and dense dreams.
Ah, things ain't what they used to be.
The progress they say.
But why in any place you seek to go,
it's the coziness of home you wish to know.
Now that my life has come full circle.
Parallel with the universe.
A haunting whisper breathes upon
my impending.
The chime of childhood...
#philosophical
#collaboration
122 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
8th Apr 2023 5:50pm
8th Apr 2023 5:50pm
It's Your Party, With No Cover Charge
It's your party bopping the gristle
of sanctimonious heathens
with no cover charge
Hats off to the body-snatchers
in delirium's sweet memories
of intoxication
Welcome to my hidey-hole
of puddings and veins
and hypocrites
as Jesus resurrects
Farewell you sinners
forget the afterlife
What awaits you
is a kiln with eternal strife.
of sanctimonious heathens
with no cover charge
Hats off to the body-snatchers
in delirium's sweet memories
of intoxication
Welcome to my hidey-hole
of puddings and veins
and hypocrites
as Jesus resurrects
Farewell you sinners
forget the afterlife
What awaits you
is a kiln with eternal strife.
#dark
#gothic
#philosophical
91 reads
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
8th Apr 2023 3:40pm
8th Apr 2023 3:40pm
A Quilted Sunset
Beneath a quilted sunset
of the vagabond trees
and the migrating geese
a cloth of grass
of nature's lullaby
rising to a green flame
swaying rapscallion winds
to whistle tweet piccolo
for the mother's child
to be a sum of a smile
sweet Georgia, home to me
beneath a quilted sunset
of the vagabond trees
and the migrating geese
a cloth of grass
of nature's lullaby
rising to a green flame
swaying rapscallion winds
to whistle tweet piccolo
for the mother's child
to be a sum of a smile
sweet Georgia, home to me
beneath a quilted sunset
#nature
#spiritual
#philosophical
104 reads
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Apr 2023 10:59pm
7th Apr 2023 10:59pm
Heavens To Betsy
On the credenza of falling leaves
where the crickets are rehearsing
nature's Autumn Poetry
As they come calling on the divine
and the piccolos are whistling
as the twilight winks
Heavens to Betsy!
On the moon's carousel
where the crickets are rehearsing
where the crickets are rehearsing
nature's Autumn Poetry
As they come calling on the divine
and the piccolos are whistling
as the twilight winks
Heavens to Betsy!
On the moon's carousel
where the crickets are rehearsing
#nature
#philosophical
115 reads
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Apr 2023 3:53pm
7th Apr 2023 3:53pm
Widow Birch
In the Renaissance of the widow birch
my tiny garden of memories
tucked away in nature's sewing basket
as winter ice melts a requiem
and the sun is on the frost
the chords of dawn chime the thistle
over rattling brooks and creek stones
and if we should pass, knowing the miracle
of the winds, blow in God's everlasting
where the soul never dies
tucked away in nature's sewing basket
in the Renaissance of the widow birch
my tiny garden of memories
tucked away in nature's sewing basket
as winter ice melts a requiem
and the sun is on the frost
the chords of dawn chime the thistle
over rattling brooks and creek stones
and if we should pass, knowing the miracle
of the winds, blow in God's everlasting
where the soul never dies
tucked away in nature's sewing basket
in the Renaissance of the widow birch
#nature
#spiritual
#philosophical
89 reads
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