Submissions by PunchDrunk (Margo Garrison)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction Hello. Poetry is my therapy, my refuge, to an extent, my my self esteem, and at times just an overwhelming joy.
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Jan 2021 8:07pm
16th Jan 2021 8:07pm
Untitled #2
Hemlock brother
Yes, I could feel better
Bury my pain in the womb of your neck,
your arms, your bed
Candlelight, music meant to enrapture,
Tender, smouldering warmth of
passion's immediacy, uncertainty
If we told each other our truth,
how long would we be
Here in a double bind
Dear, your troubled mind
I'll cradle it, smother it with existential
wine--you'll leave it, no longer need it
To define you
I know you made it, self proclaimed it
Reclaimed your youth
And I'm so proud,...
Yes, I could feel better
Bury my pain in the womb of your neck,
your arms, your bed
Candlelight, music meant to enrapture,
Tender, smouldering warmth of
passion's immediacy, uncertainty
If we told each other our truth,
how long would we be
Here in a double bind
Dear, your troubled mind
I'll cradle it, smother it with existential
wine--you'll leave it, no longer need it
To define you
I know you made it, self proclaimed it
Reclaimed your youth
And I'm so proud,...
#lover
#obsession
24 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Jan 2021 9:12am
14th Jan 2021 9:12am
Untitled
Started to impress me
With your moon colored world
Your magical alphabet soup and your
Sermons of lyrical lies
Started with your "see no evil" womb
deep in your bed
While the rest of my sanity
Bowed in humiliation and dread
Your last deed of Sunday
was your last bid for a better time
Reaping the worship of a god
While your servants stood in line
Empty rockets roasting up for your
Mt Olympus launch
We're all fasted, pure and prayerful
For another round of commands
We've untied the yellow...
With your moon colored world
Your magical alphabet soup and your
Sermons of lyrical lies
Started with your "see no evil" womb
deep in your bed
While the rest of my sanity
Bowed in humiliation and dread
Your last deed of Sunday
was your last bid for a better time
Reaping the worship of a god
While your servants stood in line
Empty rockets roasting up for your
Mt Olympus launch
We're all fasted, pure and prayerful
For another round of commands
We've untied the yellow...
#love
#sacrifice
42 reads
14 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
9th Jan 2021 12:33pm
9th Jan 2021 12:33pm
Used To
I used to watch love take over you
Now I watch love snow on you
And leave nothing behind
But the slushy,muddy remnants
Of long ago confusion
God only knows why or how
You could love me
It's a fairytale in a fever dream
But God, I'm grateful
For all your time
And those grey-green eyes
It started so melancholy
Almost like a sales pitch
Crude and pragmatic--
"Are you happy with your late model?
Come on down to Alexander
We'll beat any competitor's price''
Of course the true...
Now I watch love snow on you
And leave nothing behind
But the slushy,muddy remnants
Of long ago confusion
God only knows why or how
You could love me
It's a fairytale in a fever dream
But God, I'm grateful
For all your time
And those grey-green eyes
It started so melancholy
Almost like a sales pitch
Crude and pragmatic--
"Are you happy with your late model?
Come on down to Alexander
We'll beat any competitor's price''
Of course the true...
#faith
30 reads
14 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
7th Jan 2021 8:54am
7th Jan 2021 8:54am
Sunday Morning
Daddy smiling at me in a dream
With that proud love
That was only his to offer
Warning some blankface
With a half-tamed smile
"If you want to get thrown, try to mess
with my baby"
We were on a holiday
Cottonwood tufts floating in a
mellow summer heat
Viewed from topside angles
A fortress of joy in motion
Then, getting ready to leave
Sudden, strained, hurried
No makeup, no shoes
Running down a grand staircase
With a polar bear and a kitten
Almost comical--the taunting,...
With that proud love
That was only his to offer
Warning some blankface
With a half-tamed smile
"If you want to get thrown, try to mess
with my baby"
We were on a holiday
Cottonwood tufts floating in a
mellow summer heat
Viewed from topside angles
A fortress of joy in motion
Then, getting ready to leave
Sudden, strained, hurried
No makeup, no shoes
Running down a grand staircase
With a polar bear and a kitten
Almost comical--the taunting,...
#love
#grief
#death
41 reads
4 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Dec 2020 10:12am
28th Dec 2020 10:12am
For Taylor
That you will dream
Hopeful like the maiden
Virgin like the child
Brilliant as the snow
Warm by the fire
That you will learn
All there is to know
In a quiet hollow
Beneath a dome of soul
Not bricks, asphalt, and wire
Through this realm
Of heaven versus hell
The eternal swell
To see the tide from the other side
And swim, swim, swim.
Hopeful like the maiden
Virgin like the child
Brilliant as the snow
Warm by the fire
That you will learn
All there is to know
In a quiet hollow
Beneath a dome of soul
Not bricks, asphalt, and wire
Through this realm
Of heaven versus hell
The eternal swell
To see the tide from the other side
And swim, swim, swim.
#love
#hope
#family #inspirational
#family #inspirational
42 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Dec 2020 8:24am
28th Dec 2020 8:24am
The Drink
Amber sympathy
Make a toast
Toast another
Toast the brain, heart and liver
Send the enigmatic pain
Down the condemnation river
Relief
Let it flow
Let it sink
Warm and slow
Don't tread the wounds
Of the life uncertain
Hide behind hypotheticals
Hypocritical burdens
You have your caffeine, trans fat and porno
Stop living a lie and let it go
Weeds and mosquitos
Dandelions and bees
Nameless nemesis
Shadows the school children
Playing their winning games...
Make a toast
Toast another
Toast the brain, heart and liver
Send the enigmatic pain
Down the condemnation river
Relief
Let it flow
Let it sink
Warm and slow
Don't tread the wounds
Of the life uncertain
Hide behind hypotheticals
Hypocritical burdens
You have your caffeine, trans fat and porno
Stop living a lie and let it go
Weeds and mosquitos
Dandelions and bees
Nameless nemesis
Shadows the school children
Playing their winning games...
#death
#addiction
#hypocrisy
35 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
25th Dec 2020 5:24am
25th Dec 2020 5:24am
Heart of the Hunt
Half alive and tethered
With adrenaline and feathers
Breathing ventilated approval
In your taxidermy shelter
Love Leviathan
Merciless and sparce
Gluing teeth and claws
In the musty dark
Glassy eyes of make believe
I've hung too long to manifest
Or transcend the shape you've left me in
I am a creature of artifice
With adrenaline and feathers
Breathing ventilated approval
In your taxidermy shelter
Love Leviathan
Merciless and sparce
Gluing teeth and claws
In the musty dark
Glassy eyes of make believe
I've hung too long to manifest
Or transcend the shape you've left me in
I am a creature of artifice
#UnrequitedLove
32 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
24th Dec 2020 7:49am
24th Dec 2020 7:49am
Confusion
What plays the art--- confusion?
Do I bundle it up for a cold, bright day
When words and phrases are of one part--
Not pulsating gnats in pollen pockets
Neither too sweet to hear,
But one voice in tune with another.
Do I pull at that thread of progress,
Or see patterns and seams as the process of shelter--
Not phases and mazes
In a patchwork of lies.
How high and dense becomes the purpose,
A class of wisdom too dull to climb:
To reach the purity of dimension---
A...
Do I bundle it up for a cold, bright day
When words and phrases are of one part--
Not pulsating gnats in pollen pockets
Neither too sweet to hear,
But one voice in tune with another.
Do I pull at that thread of progress,
Or see patterns and seams as the process of shelter--
Not phases and mazes
In a patchwork of lies.
How high and dense becomes the purpose,
A class of wisdom too dull to climb:
To reach the purity of dimension---
A...
#forgiveness
#SelfDiscovery
29 reads
0 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Dec 2020 4:07pm
20th Dec 2020 4:07pm
The Sparrow
I saved a little bird today
A little gypsy sparrow
That came tumbling down on a straight
Line wind
The feathers of a fate ridden arrow
This clumsy, spastic fledgling
Pitched in from a raging storm
So hard and fast she convulsed in shock
Her feathers were twisted and torn
I saved a will to live today
With a strength of heart to soul
I touched her with prayerful hands
As if she could somehow know
I was fighting this morning for both of us
Beyond symbols or metaphor
This felt like second chances...
A little gypsy sparrow
That came tumbling down on a straight
Line wind
The feathers of a fate ridden arrow
This clumsy, spastic fledgling
Pitched in from a raging storm
So hard and fast she convulsed in shock
Her feathers were twisted and torn
I saved a will to live today
With a strength of heart to soul
I touched her with prayerful hands
As if she could somehow know
I was fighting this morning for both of us
Beyond symbols or metaphor
This felt like second chances...
#hope
75 reads
12 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
20th Dec 2020 4:05pm
20th Dec 2020 4:05pm
Rewrite
I've forgotten my defense
So I just don't make a sound
Where my silence carries me
Is everywhere warped and undone
It is of disrepair and disguise
Shameless in the shadows
Of an unexamined life
I tell myself not to trust
Another white flag of recompense
It's just me fighting myself
And we're both out of breath
We have already witnessed
All that can or will happen
In the life of an aging
Shoreless and harborless captain
Our escape may look pathetic, bewildering and wild
Never trust the fortunes you crave
As a...
So I just don't make a sound
Where my silence carries me
Is everywhere warped and undone
It is of disrepair and disguise
Shameless in the shadows
Of an unexamined life
I tell myself not to trust
Another white flag of recompense
It's just me fighting myself
And we're both out of breath
We have already witnessed
All that can or will happen
In the life of an aging
Shoreless and harborless captain
Our escape may look pathetic, bewildering and wild
Never trust the fortunes you crave
As a...
#SelfDiscovery
37 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Dec 2020 5:30pm
7th Dec 2020 5:30pm
Hooray for Hollywood
Hi" art
Straight necked, open-toed Versace fiasco
Eighteen years old girls drinking 30 year old wine
The interviewer, Mr Microphone
Sweating with the one and only possible question: age of consent
Giggle giggle
Snort snort
Smile wide -- with your tongue this time
Make it surreally sincere
For dead eyes
In the circus side show, View Master, Rub-a-Dub Dolly debris
Dream Fighter
Diva Las Vegas
Dog Shows
With the slickest shade of lip stick
And the firmest thigh
Hair trick
Chick flick ...
Straight necked, open-toed Versace fiasco
Eighteen years old girls drinking 30 year old wine
The interviewer, Mr Microphone
Sweating with the one and only possible question: age of consent
Giggle giggle
Snort snort
Smile wide -- with your tongue this time
Make it surreally sincere
For dead eyes
In the circus side show, View Master, Rub-a-Dub Dolly debris
Dream Fighter
Diva Las Vegas
Dog Shows
With the slickest shade of lip stick
And the firmest thigh
Hair trick
Chick flick ...
#dreams
52 reads
4 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
6th Dec 2020 1:29pm
6th Dec 2020 1:29pm
The Philosopher, The Lover and The Poet
Wake yourself up at 4 in the morning
To prove the lover wrong
And the poet non-existent
Drink your chamomile
Then work it around the other way
The lover was right, the poet exists,
Goodnight
Wake up at 8
Nothing seems right
The philosopher feels dead
Missing too much sleep
Sacrifices, burnt offerings for the lover
Again
Or
Poet, give this a spin
It will get you even higher
There's a spot on her lung
But I stopped smoking
That was 2007
Who's there? Who's talking?
Not enough saviors ...
To prove the lover wrong
And the poet non-existent
Drink your chamomile
Then work it around the other way
The lover was right, the poet exists,
Goodnight
Wake up at 8
Nothing seems right
The philosopher feels dead
Missing too much sleep
Sacrifices, burnt offerings for the lover
Again
Or
Poet, give this a spin
It will get you even higher
There's a spot on her lung
But I stopped smoking
That was 2007
Who's there? Who's talking?
Not enough saviors ...
#regret
#loneliness
#fear
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8 Comments
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