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.
Portals
If we could find
That one glimpse;
The mystery of nature
With the naked eye, of
Those unseen particles
On the smallest scale,
And characteristic of
All elements that can
Not be described;
It would only turn
Into a piece of lost time.
That one glimpse;
The mystery of nature
With the naked eye, of
Those unseen particles
On the smallest scale,
And characteristic of
All elements that can
Not be described;
It would only turn
Into a piece of lost time.
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Zenith
It was one moment in time
It was the most epic place I’d ever been,
And you might think it a tale of Yeti,
But it wasn’t ― yet how to describe?
I saw every bit of it
Within a single frame of mind,
Looking into outer space
Grasping numbers that climbed
Acclamation's to the moon;
And then it stretched out of sight,
And it has never subsided
Could you remember the moment,
That you comprehend the understanding, ...
It was the most epic place I’d ever been,
And you might think it a tale of Yeti,
But it wasn’t ― yet how to describe?
I saw every bit of it
Within a single frame of mind,
Looking into outer space
Grasping numbers that climbed
Acclamation's to the moon;
And then it stretched out of sight,
And it has never subsided
Could you remember the moment,
That you comprehend the understanding, ...
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The Echo
This is why I have conquered myself; it was for the echo. For the same memory of a child and for the sake of insanity in the wake I left in distance behind. And in admitting so, I have found an open channel of peacefulness that is sometimes tangled until the unwinding of a park bench - or a tree too deep in the woods to describe. And how unreserved it must sound to one with no experience with knowing pride from the discourse inside an hour. We can only see what we can see, and this is why time comes in intervals so tiny and wide. What came into my present time was only a tree that recognized...
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Know the Issues
When a baby is born they live in perpetual amazement with guidance of intuition. A child possesses qualities of naturalness and honesty; always wanting to know how something came about with inoffensive straightforwardness. As adults, sometimes we destroy that curiosity, and by the time that they are nine or ten they’re often tired and old and ready to call it quits altogether. Only meandering through the rest of their life wondering what might have been. Living in hidden fear wrapped in everyone else’s ideas of what something should be; we need new ideas. It is too large of an issue for...
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A Door Ajar
On the nursery floor
above our heads
Where a kite caught fire
on Eiffel Tower
And with every
gust of cotton wind
The graveyard thieves
and Jujubes were
jumping folds,
And stealing
the chambered flowers
Life is the open door; come in
It beckons a ruleless youth;
A brininess in eternal sands that scour
For one who yearns for more,
and less one who keeps the score
A door ajar – that closes forever
above our heads
Where a kite caught fire
on Eiffel Tower
And with every
gust of cotton wind
The graveyard thieves
and Jujubes were
jumping folds,
And stealing
the chambered flowers
Life is the open door; come in
It beckons a ruleless youth;
A brininess in eternal sands that scour
For one who yearns for more,
and less one who keeps the score
A door ajar – that closes forever
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... to Orpheus
I've always loved to take walks
In the quiet gardens of Orpheus
Of the most softened orating whispers
Of warm decadent pours.
Dreams of the orchid, the mystic,
And palest purple of the valid wills
A root that I dare to touch;
It comes again and again,
The petals of the one being
Now in the shape
Of my tender sweetened lips;
Quenched by the nectar's sweet
Tart that tastes so savory,
Of Oratio's chapel,
That sings my song of decadence.
In the quiet gardens of Orpheus
Of the most softened orating whispers
Of warm decadent pours.
Dreams of the orchid, the mystic,
And palest purple of the valid wills
A root that I dare to touch;
It comes again and again,
The petals of the one being
Now in the shape
Of my tender sweetened lips;
Quenched by the nectar's sweet
Tart that tastes so savory,
Of Oratio's chapel,
That sings my song of decadence.
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POEM
Kennedy then stated: “Give me a place to stand, said Archimedes, “and I will move the world.” And these persons moved the world, and so can we all.
Where do the thoughts come from, and I am accused at a point of stealing. How do we steal a thought of a King for a fool’s entrapment? Enlightenment for fools, and the Kings that open wide, for they have been around longer than what you could ever see with the animate roving eye, and we are Psyched! But yet, still they are there to view in the forming of youngness in mind, always as a child born long ago...
Where do the thoughts come from, and I am accused at a point of stealing. How do we steal a thought of a King for a fool’s entrapment? Enlightenment for fools, and the Kings that open wide, for they have been around longer than what you could ever see with the animate roving eye, and we are Psyched! But yet, still they are there to view in the forming of youngness in mind, always as a child born long ago...
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Tomb of Aquarius
In the presence of darkness,
Trapped deep in abyss..
In the tomb of Aquarius,
No direction I missed..
Stay calm and be still,
Feel vibrations of love..
You'll soon find your guide,
Piercing light from above..
Trapped deep in abyss..
In the tomb of Aquarius,
No direction I missed..
Stay calm and be still,
Feel vibrations of love..
You'll soon find your guide,
Piercing light from above..
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The Acron Blue
The version whom:
Children love my lyrics
My little thug lyrics,
Who admit the sun you knew
that took my pink moon too
And I am a rat, a dirty science rat
And so what
I have found the most beautiful hue
So true, and I knew
It was the Acron Blue
...
Children love my lyrics
My little thug lyrics,
Who admit the sun you knew
that took my pink moon too
And I am a rat, a dirty science rat
And so what
I have found the most beautiful hue
So true, and I knew
It was the Acron Blue
...
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Walk With Me, Lets Laugh and Cry
Come walk with me through the laughing sense
That takes an onions cue
Where appeals in six’s and bodies of mix’s
Of a galaxies point of view
Take a walk with me beyond this place
Taken with humble waters to view
The perfection of that which breaths my heart
Where the rhyme is always true
I have broken my heart tonight
And I will always and forever love you
I did not know of, or your own pain
And I am so sorry, there is no measure
I laugh hysterically for you, my love of life
For every...
That takes an onions cue
Where appeals in six’s and bodies of mix’s
Of a galaxies point of view
Take a walk with me beyond this place
Taken with humble waters to view
The perfection of that which breaths my heart
Where the rhyme is always true
I have broken my heart tonight
And I will always and forever love you
I did not know of, or your own pain
And I am so sorry, there is no measure
I laugh hysterically for you, my love of life
For every...
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The Great Principle
Does anyone else ever think about Physics in the world that we live in? And how all the interactions of displacement, direction, velocity, acceleration, momentum…, and all-time, all succeed in succession.
“In Physics, the law of conservation of energy states that the total energy of an isolated system cannot change.” And so, if isolated, the imagination's power is found in convincing the one imagining that its own truth is alone true.
It transcends. Energy cannot be created or destroyed, but can only change form due to motion ―...
“In Physics, the law of conservation of energy states that the total energy of an isolated system cannot change.” And so, if isolated, the imagination's power is found in convincing the one imagining that its own truth is alone true.
It transcends. Energy cannot be created or destroyed, but can only change form due to motion ―...
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Poem on the Contrast
Yet, on one hand
On the contrary,
In spite of the in,
In the contrast,
But however,
And nevertheless,
That just might be..., true.
But still on the other hand;
I doubt that it has substance.
On the contrary,
In spite of the in,
In the contrast,
But however,
And nevertheless,
That just might be..., true.
But still on the other hand;
I doubt that it has substance.
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