Submissions by Pishashee
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
"Sitting with the angels who have returned with my memories. " ― Alice Walker. It is a pleasure to be in such company.
The dream transcends
Long before it ever happens,
the future transforms us
from within; it reaches back
and captivates its power to
the imagination, and then the
imagination's power to dream,
so dream wonderful, and dream big.
the future transforms us
from within; it reaches back
and captivates its power to
the imagination, and then the
imagination's power to dream,
so dream wonderful, and dream big.
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He said she said
Are you walking here,
Where did the
flowers come from,
Do you have an idea,
I thought that you did,
I barely know you,
You barely know anything,
Where did the
flowers come from,
Just keep walking.
Where did the
flowers come from,
Do you have an idea,
I thought that you did,
I barely know you,
You barely know anything,
Where did the
flowers come from,
Just keep walking.
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trade of blackness
and I, walking about
the night, thinking
I saw a moving star
that lights the heart
at the slightest tempt
and fills the tender brain
with trade of blackness,
heard a laugh from under
a bell jar, darkened under
the green leaf shining
where a spider has kept
his wish; the crowning for
for my thoughtlessness,
in that they're the gods of
the animals that we become.
the night, thinking
I saw a moving star
that lights the heart
at the slightest tempt
and fills the tender brain
with trade of blackness,
heard a laugh from under
a bell jar, darkened under
the green leaf shining
where a spider has kept
his wish; the crowning for
for my thoughtlessness,
in that they're the gods of
the animals that we become.
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Via Galactica
Ovid called it a high track: It is a fundamental wave and rarefaction said by a force we have no control; the gods pass through this palace as I choir its mighty thunder, and then I quiet to listen closely as the night becomes a blanket under its enlightenment that guards the path to the ten million suns of physics that lay in wait. My heartstrings yield as it sings the body electric, and the Palatine of Ovid is felt as an overtone all its own. My eyes adjust to a light in the darkness as I'm suspended in its shadowy mist; the Via Galactica, a cloud such as this, seeing the universe move...
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ultimate guitars and artificial harmonics
I saw one of those little
flying machines, and ah,
I’d like to get one for myself.
flying machines, and ah,
I’d like to get one for myself.
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Dragonfly
what is it that you cannot touch,
that we have found divine, and made pretty
by chiseled scars and auburn pain,
in honor, precedence to new ages,
they will not pass slowly, nor weep in vain,
for if the dragonfly told secrets to Saturn,
the precious moments, and all the tea cups,
would shatter to the ground in silence.
that we have found divine, and made pretty
by chiseled scars and auburn pain,
in honor, precedence to new ages,
they will not pass slowly, nor weep in vain,
for if the dragonfly told secrets to Saturn,
the precious moments, and all the tea cups,
would shatter to the ground in silence.
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Standard Model: Update
An Atom is mostly empty space, so's Granddads head. The most direct way to see what’s inside of a fruitcake is to poke your figure in it. Okay, here's what happened ― in earnest. This is only more of granddads new science. Granddad, after finding out in the days of Rutherford that the method to find what’s inside of an atom required using alpha particles as probes to catch the reaction of the electron and view its spontaneous nature, decided to do the same in finding the nuts & currant construct in grandma’s new fruitcake that was set for Sunday supper, so with all eyes in the...
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life without reason
that life it had been so hurt and endless,
in the world that could never tell a fear,
from a tear that would never cry an eye,
in an eye that would never give a reason,
to the question that was never answered why.
in the world that could never tell a fear,
from a tear that would never cry an eye,
in an eye that would never give a reason,
to the question that was never answered why.
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Quite a mouthful for lack of a better idiom
What is the value in swallowing
the whole lake just to keep
the wind from absorbing the rain.
the whole lake just to keep
the wind from absorbing the rain.
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And so she did
I have no idea
how intelligent I am;
I've not yet reached
my depths of stupidity.
how intelligent I am;
I've not yet reached
my depths of stupidity.
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Ozark Charm
Granddad done got his science wrong again cause Uncle Joe'd read a book in one them magazine staples from down in a Carolina; he said it was the cure all for the ugly. And so there they were, running all over the neighborhood requiring fresh goat piss by the bottle and bucket for the livelihood and prosperity for the womens and their youngins. Yet forty nine days later the womens was ugly as ever, just standing there in their house dresses and white barrettes, heavy headed as-could-be. Come to find out, after looking up one of the original prescribers, it was for the falling hair, but...
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fundamental laws of energy
Too many people have overestimated the difficulty of the job. I walked in the place and I was lost, but I knew why I was there. The man gave me good directions to the lady, and the nice lady gave me a sticky note and told me to go to the room and sign the paper ― there were blue eggs everywhere and the people were earthbound ― dragged down by the days gravity as I was breathing a heady Brahma and watching time pass along the ether; something unseen, I sat watching the baby smile at me as we began discussing mass, light, and entropy with no assumptions ― the laws of physics...
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