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.”
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
20th Jun 2022 8:09am
20th Jun 2022 8:09am
trickster of the gods
In the woods
when the darkness
turns quiet,
Somewhere near
and far away,
I hear the coyote
singing.
I never
tire of their song.
when the darkness
turns quiet,
Somewhere near
and far away,
I hear the coyote
singing.
I never
tire of their song.
#nature
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STORY POEM
Published
17th Jun 2022 9:38am
17th Jun 2022 9:38am
Summers with Hemingway
We lived on a gravel block
with a curve in it.
Down around the curve
there was a stop sign with giant
weeds grown up around it.
There were heavy brambles
that lined the roads,
and a row of trees in the distance.
On our bicycles, we would
head east in that direction.
The white and yellow
summer fields blended together
as we were pedaling,
quickly bending
to the left and to the right;
us gaining some speed for cruising.
We'd ride a mile in the heat
and dust over the...
with a curve in it.
Down around the curve
there was a stop sign with giant
weeds grown up around it.
There were heavy brambles
that lined the roads,
and a row of trees in the distance.
On our bicycles, we would
head east in that direction.
The white and yellow
summer fields blended together
as we were pedaling,
quickly bending
to the left and to the right;
us gaining some speed for cruising.
We'd ride a mile in the heat
and dust over the...
#childhood
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SELF POEM
Published
14th Jun 2022 7:07pm
14th Jun 2022 7:07pm
My Mental Mess
The story sits waiting like
a monster that needs electricity.
(Thank you Mary Shelly)
I'm irritated with myself lately
because of mental incognition.
A virus will do that to a person.
In 2006 I had viral meningitis.
It put an end to my career
in health-care & nursing.
I was the one that brought
the medicine to the patient,
but I no longer trusted myself,
and so I made that decision.
No one understood what
I was talking about
because they said I was "better."
...
a monster that needs electricity.
(Thank you Mary Shelly)
I'm irritated with myself lately
because of mental incognition.
A virus will do that to a person.
In 2006 I had viral meningitis.
It put an end to my career
in health-care & nursing.
I was the one that brought
the medicine to the patient,
but I no longer trusted myself,
and so I made that decision.
No one understood what
I was talking about
because they said I was "better."
...
#hope
#inspirational
#WritersBlock #MentalHealth
#WritersBlock #MentalHealth
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Jun 2022 6:33pm
13th Jun 2022 6:33pm
In Grace of a Poet
White moon light
fire flies June bug.
Formless cloud is perfect.
fire flies June bug.
Formless cloud is perfect.
#MyInspiration
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Jun 2022 2:41am
13th Jun 2022 2:41am
...and back again.
If life were a stage,
my character
would only come
wandering out
of a shit-house at
4 in the morning
and recite,
Why do I have to
Go to Timbuktu!
...and back again.
my character
would only come
wandering out
of a shit-house at
4 in the morning
and recite,
Why do I have to
Go to Timbuktu!
...and back again.
#nature
#funny
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Jun 2022 1:08am
13th Jun 2022 1:08am
Buddhist Temple Buddhist Rule
Buddhist rule
Buddhist temple
In the Buddhist temple🛕
if you run out with impatient
impairment, the door you enter in
becomes the door you just exited again.
A mad man walks in,
He walks in carrying a hot head.
The man; he's purple.
He picks up a cup of leaves 🍃
and pours in what's boiling over.
He then says,
I don’t understand
the cup the cup
complicates everything.
The Buddhist said
then empty the cup.
So the man takes
the cup 🍵...
Buddhist temple
In the Buddhist temple🛕
if you run out with impatient
impairment, the door you enter in
becomes the door you just exited again.
A mad man walks in,
He walks in carrying a hot head.
The man; he's purple.
He picks up a cup of leaves 🍃
and pours in what's boiling over.
He then says,
I don’t understand
the cup the cup
complicates everything.
The Buddhist said
then empty the cup.
So the man takes
the cup 🍵...
#philosophical
#determination
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STORY POEM
Published
10th Jun 2022 11:05pm
10th Jun 2022 11:05pm
The Day I Became a Weirdo
#strength
#courage
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STORY POEM
Published
9th Jun 2022 9:33pm
9th Jun 2022 9:33pm
Butterfly Wings
Where does the butterfly
go when it rains.
I asked my mother this once when
I heard the bold thunder
chain; I was worried.
She said, my girl have faith.
But do the butterflies have faith, I questioned again.
Because I thought
that I ought
to have invited them in.
I would have let them stay long
so we could gossip a little
and become quiescently enamored with the wallpaper twiddle...
I would read to them some verse
from the Kybalion you see, and from the tulips & henbits...
go when it rains.
I asked my mother this once when
I heard the bold thunder
chain; I was worried.
She said, my girl have faith.
But do the butterflies have faith, I questioned again.
Because I thought
that I ought
to have invited them in.
I would have let them stay long
so we could gossip a little
and become quiescently enamored with the wallpaper twiddle...
I would read to them some verse
from the Kybalion you see, and from the tulips & henbits...
#science
#butterfly
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
9th Jun 2022 7:37pm
9th Jun 2022 7:37pm
On Faith & Cognac
Believe in yourself
and faith will follow.
Every faith needs a belief
but every belief
doesn't require faith
for its truth to pass.
Every cognac is a brandy,
but not
all brandy is a cognac.
I find nothing wrong
with having
faith in both spirits.
But where belief is a brandy,
let us have faith
that its Remy Martin.
Yet praying that someone
will buy me a bottle
of LOUIS XIII doesn't
come to fruition, it never has.
But believe me,...
and faith will follow.
Every faith needs a belief
but every belief
doesn't require faith
for its truth to pass.
Every cognac is a brandy,
but not
all brandy is a cognac.
I find nothing wrong
with having
faith in both spirits.
But where belief is a brandy,
let us have faith
that its Remy Martin.
Yet praying that someone
will buy me a bottle
of LOUIS XIII doesn't
come to fruition, it never has.
But believe me,...
#faith
#spiritual
#alcohol
#mystery
#funny
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STORY POEM
Published
7th Jun 2022 4:04am
7th Jun 2022 4:04am
Asclepius
I was given to the earth
through an umbilical cord.
I held it in my hand for the feeling...
The snake belonged to me
as per God's longing,
and he was my only companion.
I didn't like the snake much;
I couldn't understand him
because he refused to speak.
The snake was a trickster,
he would get me into
situations with his trance,
and then just hiss,
slither off, and laugh at me.
Seemingly as I was
his entertainment.
I would get...
through an umbilical cord.
I held it in my hand for the feeling...
The snake belonged to me
as per God's longing,
and he was my only companion.
I didn't like the snake much;
I couldn't understand him
because he refused to speak.
The snake was a trickster,
he would get me into
situations with his trance,
and then just hiss,
slither off, and laugh at me.
Seemingly as I was
his entertainment.
I would get...
#narrative
#healing
#wisdom
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SELF POEM
Published
4th Jun 2022 10:18pm
4th Jun 2022 10:18pm
All About Sunflowers
Millions of years ago a photon started
a journey from the center of the sun,
and then yesterday, it leapt from the corona’s edge
to split the head of my sunflower open.
Rarely do we delve into the laws of physics
and the fusion of suns and how surreptitious life is on the inside. The energy now has
a new identity, a new life to be realized.
I have a voice in my head that can only speak
to me in the terms that I can understand it.
I wonder how many languages she knows…
We fear the unknown? Could this be related...
a journey from the center of the sun,
and then yesterday, it leapt from the corona’s edge
to split the head of my sunflower open.
Rarely do we delve into the laws of physics
and the fusion of suns and how surreptitious life is on the inside. The energy now has
a new identity, a new life to be realized.
I have a voice in my head that can only speak
to me in the terms that I can understand it.
I wonder how many languages she knows…
We fear the unknown? Could this be related...
#narrative
#uplifting
#StreamOfConsciousness
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Jun 2022 6:48am
4th Jun 2022 6:48am
Nature Praise & Honor
The standard delicious
Center of a jonquil on fire.
The blood in the
Mane of the lion.
Beneath the surface
With fingers
Of turmeric,
You dig a little.
The smell of bright sun
lined with pulp
& sweet ambition,
And deeply seeded with pride.
The packaging of a
Reese's Peanut Butter Cup;
I eat one at sunset,
And the other at sunrise.
Center of a jonquil on fire.
The blood in the
Mane of the lion.
Beneath the surface
With fingers
Of turmeric,
You dig a little.
The smell of bright sun
lined with pulp
& sweet ambition,
And deeply seeded with pride.
The packaging of a
Reese's Peanut Butter Cup;
I eat one at sunset,
And the other at sunrise.
#CallToAction
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