Submissions by Pishashee
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
The writer smiles, ash on their fingers: “Chaos, I borrowed your teeth to bite eternity. Now eat.”
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Mar 2024 7:13am
30th Mar 2024 7:13am
Coyote
Do you remember the first
time you heard Coyote?
I was afraid.
There's a myth about Coyote
in his shapshifting days
and how he invented the world
in a most antagonistic way.
There's no vitality without
antagonism.
Why was the devil created?
The paneling on the wall
as I lay drifting away
in childhood,
there was Coyote
in the woodcarving
sneaking up on me, always.
I look at the legend of Coyote.
We listen to stories for
warning, and severity;
for the deeper...
time you heard Coyote?
I was afraid.
There's a myth about Coyote
in his shapshifting days
and how he invented the world
in a most antagonistic way.
There's no vitality without
antagonism.
Why was the devil created?
The paneling on the wall
as I lay drifting away
in childhood,
there was Coyote
in the woodcarving
sneaking up on me, always.
I look at the legend of Coyote.
We listen to stories for
warning, and severity;
for the deeper...
#narrative
#mythology
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Mar 2024 11:03pm
29th Mar 2024 11:03pm
Ambrosia Emotion
Early in the morning,
Early in the morning,
I had the thought
of sweet ambrosia.
Like a daily psalm
found in the Café Poem.
Tacked to a wall
where there was much
discussion on my mother.
An Easter morning long forgotten
and all that was poured in it.
The thought disappears into my sinew,
my sinew opens with the sweet aroma.
The aroma keeps burrow deep in my bones.
Early in the morning,
I had the thought
of sweet ambrosia.
Like a daily psalm
found in the Café Poem.
Tacked to a wall
where there was much
discussion on my mother.
An Easter morning long forgotten
and all that was poured in it.
The thought disappears into my sinew,
my sinew opens with the sweet aroma.
The aroma keeps burrow deep in my bones.
#mother
#Easter
#tradition
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Mar 2024 8:42pm
28th Mar 2024 8:42pm
The Seen and Unforeseen
I had just succeeded in shaking the world off, like a Pop! and started my journey alone up the mountain. No one wanted to go with me, and I didn’t waste any time on the offer of such an adventure.
It was as though I had been waiting on a sign from God my whole life, and had just gotten an answer, telling me I could go. I readied to get myself together. I felt blessed with a mind that lay wide open to receive such a treasure and began the journey. I was going to write a book. And even though I had been thinking about this swell book since I was a little girl. I didn’t know...
It was as though I had been waiting on a sign from God my whole life, and had just gotten an answer, telling me I could go. I readied to get myself together. I felt blessed with a mind that lay wide open to receive such a treasure and began the journey. I was going to write a book. And even though I had been thinking about this swell book since I was a little girl. I didn’t know...
#river
#sky
#nature #WritingPoetry
#nature #WritingPoetry
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Mar 2024 00:32am
28th Mar 2024 00:32am
Kitchen Soliloquy
I'm finished.
I'm done in the kitchen.
Its late.
Have you ever
had a little
milk to yourself?
I'm done in the kitchen.
Its late.
Have you ever
had a little
milk to yourself?
#freedom
#meditation
#wisdom
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Mar 2024 11:46pm
27th Mar 2024 11:46pm
The nature of poems
Poetry cannot be explained,
not even by the mouths
of the mystics and bards.
It can only be heard hungering
to be set free for the world,
and for the poet's soul.
Imagine savory music notes
sailing through the sweet wind,
and no one else can see them,
or hear them —
not even taste the crescendo.
And the only way to explain it,
is to put its charm into words.
Words are about —
A pale comparison to a clear night out
with the silence of the stars.
not even by the mouths
of the mystics and bards.
It can only be heard hungering
to be set free for the world,
and for the poet's soul.
Imagine savory music notes
sailing through the sweet wind,
and no one else can see them,
or hear them —
not even taste the crescendo.
And the only way to explain it,
is to put its charm into words.
Words are about —
A pale comparison to a clear night out
with the silence of the stars.
#WritingPoetry
221 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Mar 2024 5:23am
27th Mar 2024 5:23am
In Reading Alice Walker
There was the chardonnay.
And then the Pinot noir.
She dared the Sommeliers.
But there was none.
And then the Pinot noir.
She dared the Sommeliers.
But there was none.
#inspirational
#WritingPoetry
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Mar 2024 8:33pm
25th Mar 2024 8:33pm
Evening's late
Evenings late,
The quill, the day,
The quill under
my pillow lay,
the day
Out of the quiet
as if i knew anything
He say,
"spell Siam".
I looked
at him oddly.
and
then he
asked me,
"do you think its spelled,
S I A M, as in
the old country".
I said, yes,
I bet it is.
I took charm
in the old country,
and was quiet about it.
The quill, the day,
The quill under
my pillow lay,
the day
Out of the quiet
as if i knew anything
He say,
"spell Siam".
I looked
at him oddly.
and
then he
asked me,
"do you think its spelled,
S I A M, as in
the old country".
I said, yes,
I bet it is.
I took charm
in the old country,
and was quiet about it.
#WritersBlock
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Mar 2024 2:26am
23rd Mar 2024 2:26am
Chinese lanterns
The cascading
effects of their reactions.
Seriously, the meaning
of nothing but you and me,
the meaning
of nothing but light.
effects of their reactions.
Seriously, the meaning
of nothing but you and me,
the meaning
of nothing but light.
#motivational
197 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Mar 2024 10:37pm
20th Mar 2024 10:37pm
Living on leopard time
Living on leopard time,
Carrying heavy loads,
Borrowed,
I don't know who borrowed it -
Or the reason why -
But they must love me,
And want me around.
Carrying heavy loads,
Borrowed,
I don't know who borrowed it -
Or the reason why -
But they must love me,
And want me around.
#LifeStruggles
#animals
#TimeHeals #ThrillSeeking
#TimeHeals #ThrillSeeking
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Mar 2024 1:15am
15th Mar 2024 1:15am
On an early spring evening
The daffodils are blooming,
and the flowery white trees.
All around the branches
are baby green leaves.
I hear the ice cream truck.
The temperature
rolls in a breeze.
.
.
Wild garlic.
The early woodpecker drumming,
An evening dove,
A man fixes his fence over there,
using a yellow hammer.
and the flowery white trees.
All around the branches
are baby green leaves.
I hear the ice cream truck.
The temperature
rolls in a breeze.
.
.
Wild garlic.
The early woodpecker drumming,
An evening dove,
A man fixes his fence over there,
using a yellow hammer.
#spring
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Mar 2024 2:24am
11th Mar 2024 2:24am
Wheels
Ive been thinking a lot in the wheel lately
and its left my mind spinning.
Do you think the wheel was ever really invented,
Or did it take rise independently as the eye did?
The invention of the wheel is a trope.
Given our nature & circumstance. .
The circle being a natural occurring thing.
Maybe it is that the ways of wheel were invented.
The Way
Fire wasn't invented.
It was only seen in nature,
to possess the possibilities
and replicate its nature
to consume it.
...
and its left my mind spinning.
Do you think the wheel was ever really invented,
Or did it take rise independently as the eye did?
The invention of the wheel is a trope.
Given our nature & circumstance. .
The circle being a natural occurring thing.
Maybe it is that the ways of wheel were invented.
The Way
Fire wasn't invented.
It was only seen in nature,
to possess the possibilities
and replicate its nature
to consume it.
...
#LifeAsAWriter
249 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Mar 2024 2:16am
11th Mar 2024 2:16am
Postmodernism
Have you ever heard anything
just talked about
and talked about
... and talked about
until you almost
think you might have
a good knowledge of it.
But then you realize one day
you didn't know anything,
because it just
popped into your head
out of the blue and proved itself.
Im talking about
...what everyone was talking about.
Postmodernism:
To the poets.
It dawned on me just this morning.
I don't like it.
Im simple minded
and prefer to be
left...
just talked about
and talked about
... and talked about
until you almost
think you might have
a good knowledge of it.
But then you realize one day
you didn't know anything,
because it just
popped into your head
out of the blue and proved itself.
Im talking about
...what everyone was talking about.
Postmodernism:
To the poets.
It dawned on me just this morning.
I don't like it.
Im simple minded
and prefer to be
left...
#LifeAsAWriter
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