Submissions by PoetsRevenge
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I love to write on the edge: Not all significant poetry goes down like warm soup: Don't fear the burn It just might awaken you: In the words of Jim Morrison... 'Wake up!' (I don't remember where I am either).. Note: I write heartwarming stuff too..
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Jul 2016 2:27pm
7th Jul 2016 2:27pm
Pink -for Nana...
From 'Noon Realizations'
One fine day
it is begun;
on a creative whim,
haphazard even,
a strand of yarn
its color a strange
dusty pink...
First it is knitted
into a square which
expands over days
and grows
and becomes
a mat for an endtable,
a cushioun for a lamp,
but then;
It is not quite
happy there,
the square,
framed in fringe,
so, it is built upon,
made larger, until,
it becomes
a cover for:
A couch pillow,
in monotone eyelet
which sits now,
unmatching...
One fine day
it is begun;
on a creative whim,
haphazard even,
a strand of yarn
its color a strange
dusty pink...
First it is knitted
into a square which
expands over days
and grows
and becomes
a mat for an endtable,
a cushioun for a lamp,
but then;
It is not quite
happy there,
the square,
framed in fringe,
so, it is built upon,
made larger, until,
it becomes
a cover for:
A couch pillow,
in monotone eyelet
which sits now,
unmatching...
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LOVE POEM
Published
7th Jul 2016 00:14am
7th Jul 2016 00:14am
5: 16: The Burden of Knowledge
Excerpt 16 from Journal 5, 'Reaching My True Love'
-from 'Journals to My True Love Part 2'
My Love, you come and go in pulses, you are kind then cruel, interchanging...
I can't isolate which you truly are so I surmise you are both...
I feel both pleasure and pain in response to you, how can love be so transient...
Unless it is both love and not love... Life and not life...
Soldity and dispersion... Forever in motion and ungraspable...
Let the flowing rivers water come to rest in the resevoir of my heart...
Let its polarity be...
-from 'Journals to My True Love Part 2'
My Love, you come and go in pulses, you are kind then cruel, interchanging...
I can't isolate which you truly are so I surmise you are both...
I feel both pleasure and pain in response to you, how can love be so transient...
Unless it is both love and not love... Life and not life...
Soldity and dispersion... Forever in motion and ungraspable...
Let the flowing rivers water come to rest in the resevoir of my heart...
Let its polarity be...
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LOVE POEM
Published
6th Jul 2016 11:55pm
6th Jul 2016 11:55pm
5: 24: We Are Transient
Excerpt 24 from Journal 5, 'Reaching My True Love'
-from 'Journals to My True Love Part 2'
My Love in writing to you I know that you too are but transient as I am...
We continuously change and are never the same, our union is never truly concrete...
You emerge and disappear and are but a whisper...
I feel the release of your hardness as I too become fluid at my core...
Reason falls away and we are left with acceptance and tolerance of that
which we cease to understand...
My Love, in a spinning torrent you shall find me...
In an...
-from 'Journals to My True Love Part 2'
My Love in writing to you I know that you too are but transient as I am...
We continuously change and are never the same, our union is never truly concrete...
You emerge and disappear and are but a whisper...
I feel the release of your hardness as I too become fluid at my core...
Reason falls away and we are left with acceptance and tolerance of that
which we cease to understand...
My Love, in a spinning torrent you shall find me...
In an...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Jul 2016 9:08pm
5th Jul 2016 9:08pm
The Forsaken Game
Buttressed verse to counteract
catastrophic to contract
wishing hopelessly to redact
with a calculated pact
the canopy was buttonholed
the panoply was in cajole
enterprising to the core
recollecting artful score
rooted in a wistful plane
heedful to a flagrant game
tailor-made to only flout
not in protest but in doubt
railing with rebuked power
tantalized the method dour
hoarse in headlong hubris
pertinacious the blithe decree
fiendish fretful earthen mire
constant wearisome to tire
all was forsaken to impress
taken...
catastrophic to contract
wishing hopelessly to redact
with a calculated pact
the canopy was buttonholed
the panoply was in cajole
enterprising to the core
recollecting artful score
rooted in a wistful plane
heedful to a flagrant game
tailor-made to only flout
not in protest but in doubt
railing with rebuked power
tantalized the method dour
hoarse in headlong hubris
pertinacious the blithe decree
fiendish fretful earthen mire
constant wearisome to tire
all was forsaken to impress
taken...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Jul 2016 9:01pm
5th Jul 2016 9:01pm
Words of Intent
The endowment was lack
wasted carried with flack
vertiginous with quack
in the way it rolled up slack...
Heart wanton beating the
heavy weight caluminous
fleeting rife with trifled meeting
chanced acedic greeting...
Melted with a laggard cloddish
way the sentence fell on baneful
sundered ebbing day the chosen
fate sanctioned murmured grey...
Laden locked and loaded with
credulous and narrow mind
his weather beaten campaign
was beseeching to rewind...
Unable to harry the gotten
time an earthen tenet...
wasted carried with flack
vertiginous with quack
in the way it rolled up slack...
Heart wanton beating the
heavy weight caluminous
fleeting rife with trifled meeting
chanced acedic greeting...
Melted with a laggard cloddish
way the sentence fell on baneful
sundered ebbing day the chosen
fate sanctioned murmured grey...
Laden locked and loaded with
credulous and narrow mind
his weather beaten campaign
was beseeching to rewind...
Unable to harry the gotten
time an earthen tenet...
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LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Jul 2016 3:14pm
2nd Jul 2016 3:14pm
5: 2: Hold on Until We Meet
Excerpt 2 from Journal 5, 'Reaching My True Love'
-from 'Journals to My True Love Part 2'
It is not that I do not feel Gods love,
nor connectedness, I do...
Yet something remains left behind; You..
Know that I will not abandon You...
For my purpose, I feel is to lift you up...
In lifting you up, I am lifted...
Do not give up, hold on until we meet
however far away...
The human struggles do not cease...
The poring over minutia do not...
Envision the big picture, My Love and wait...
When we meet, the cycle...
-from 'Journals to My True Love Part 2'
It is not that I do not feel Gods love,
nor connectedness, I do...
Yet something remains left behind; You..
Know that I will not abandon You...
For my purpose, I feel is to lift you up...
In lifting you up, I am lifted...
Do not give up, hold on until we meet
however far away...
The human struggles do not cease...
The poring over minutia do not...
Envision the big picture, My Love and wait...
When we meet, the cycle...
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LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Jul 2016 2:58pm
2nd Jul 2016 2:58pm
5: 44: Manifest Merge
Excerpt 44 from Journal 5, 'Reaching my True Love'
-from 'Journals to My True Love, Part 2'
One word at a time came out through osmosis
evaporated edict carried and unbroken...
They formed my love in particular pallor
worked and chosen in fulfilling valor...
Fragments spun syllabic and sycophantic
found cohesion unfurlonged and frantic...
Spinning unformed his conscience within
found a rhythm and beat a drum heard herein...
I heard it, I felt it, it was my hearts sound
entirely in softened serendipity was I...
-from 'Journals to My True Love, Part 2'
One word at a time came out through osmosis
evaporated edict carried and unbroken...
They formed my love in particular pallor
worked and chosen in fulfilling valor...
Fragments spun syllabic and sycophantic
found cohesion unfurlonged and frantic...
Spinning unformed his conscience within
found a rhythm and beat a drum heard herein...
I heard it, I felt it, it was my hearts sound
entirely in softened serendipity was I...
790 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Jul 2016 1:16am
1st Jul 2016 1:16am
Circle of Fools
They all spun in a perfidious circle
pixilated with a hindered artifice
melting lascivious in inadvertent
intermission embezzling denigration
transgressed and subjugated with
imperturbed innocence seeping
from a fissure turpid with torpor
falling from a virulent costive column
into retensive recurrent radiation
impetuous grandiosity and dolor
the antimonious animosity was impeded
and relinquished in a retracted ruse
configured to conjure collusion in
indignate calumniation of desication
in querulous quantification catatonic
in...
pixilated with a hindered artifice
melting lascivious in inadvertent
intermission embezzling denigration
transgressed and subjugated with
imperturbed innocence seeping
from a fissure turpid with torpor
falling from a virulent costive column
into retensive recurrent radiation
impetuous grandiosity and dolor
the antimonious animosity was impeded
and relinquished in a retracted ruse
configured to conjure collusion in
indignate calumniation of desication
in querulous quantification catatonic
in...
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SELF POEM
Published
1st Jul 2016 1:06am
1st Jul 2016 1:06am
Struggle for Salvation
Mired and sunken reaching for the light
taken untoward the merciless plight
wanting and wasted with mortified slight
I grasped and grappled in waning sight
a plea for help was barely able to escape
from my mouth it was maimed and shut
held closed by a central circumstantial rut
how in needing one to have held my hand
was I weak and slipped from the face of rock
from which I fell into a crevice without stock
I saw you in a blinding flash my head was
flaked and fallen back a golden light was
lit behind you and your hand was out of
reach...
taken untoward the merciless plight
wanting and wasted with mortified slight
I grasped and grappled in waning sight
a plea for help was barely able to escape
from my mouth it was maimed and shut
held closed by a central circumstantial rut
how in needing one to have held my hand
was I weak and slipped from the face of rock
from which I fell into a crevice without stock
I saw you in a blinding flash my head was
flaked and fallen back a golden light was
lit behind you and your hand was out of
reach...
764 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
30th Jun 2016 5:41am
30th Jun 2016 5:41am
Poems From My Frantic Mind
Poems from my frantic mind
cease to crazen without rind
worked and worded seethed in play
seem to make a better day
from the empty one I live
happy from a wretching gut to give
a heart that held a twisted fate
left to fester follied frocked with castrate
climbing into a dimming crate
to see a darkened wordless dismay
turning into written prose the
heavy laden arden rose with
thorns that tore and wilted and chose
the final hour that heeded repose
from carnage criton corded came
the sentence lacking worthen name
it...
cease to crazen without rind
worked and worded seethed in play
seem to make a better day
from the empty one I live
happy from a wretching gut to give
a heart that held a twisted fate
left to fester follied frocked with castrate
climbing into a dimming crate
to see a darkened wordless dismay
turning into written prose the
heavy laden arden rose with
thorns that tore and wilted and chose
the final hour that heeded repose
from carnage criton corded came
the sentence lacking worthen name
it...
827 reads
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