Submissions by Rachelleundrgrd
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Love the spoken, sung and written word.
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
29th Jan 2023 6:36pm
29th Jan 2023 6:36pm
It is Well
The funeral passed as a fog set to Minor D.
My belly enceinte with her progeny
combined with a heart in pieces
sent my essence into auto-pilot
as the ceremony floated by.
The grand procession to the burial grounds
enlivened my dormant soul.
How she would have loved the pomp.
Motorcade police screeched an entire city to a stop
As her remains and those who mourned the whole flew swiftly by.
Inebriation caught from the very wonder and awe I’d inherited from her.
The weeping communion of family at the gravesite was a concert to...
My belly enceinte with her progeny
combined with a heart in pieces
sent my essence into auto-pilot
as the ceremony floated by.
The grand procession to the burial grounds
enlivened my dormant soul.
How she would have loved the pomp.
Motorcade police screeched an entire city to a stop
As her remains and those who mourned the whole flew swiftly by.
Inebriation caught from the very wonder and awe I’d inherited from her.
The weeping communion of family at the gravesite was a concert to...
#love
#death
#spiritual
#memorial
#graveyard
112 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
2nd Jan 2023 6:53pm
2nd Jan 2023 6:53pm
One-Stop Candy Shop
#love
#erotic
#food #sexy
#food #sexy
185 reads
6 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
14th Dec 2022 4:23am
14th Dec 2022 4:23am
‘Good Boy…’
My body calls to you
A beacon of blood
And fluids
And detritus and lust
And a destiny’s worth of stardust
All of it calling
To you
To Relief
To Repose
To Release
To Refuge
Can you hear it?
My body calls to you
Answer her well
My good little boy.
R.
A beacon of blood
And fluids
And detritus and lust
And a destiny’s worth of stardust
All of it calling
To you
To Relief
To Repose
To Release
To Refuge
Can you hear it?
My body calls to you
Answer her well
My good little boy.
R.
#erotic
#sensual
#seductive
225 reads
6 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
6th Oct 2022 00:26am
6th Oct 2022 00:26am
Anew
Take this sadness
this self-pity
turn it to fire
burning all
that must perish.
Turn each tear
into stone
with which to build
a foundation
of Nothingness
Take this pain
turn this churning
into longing
for Devi and
She alone
That I might
be born anew
washed clean of
all that binds
by the fierce river
of Your Love.
R.
this self-pity
turn it to fire
burning all
that must perish.
Turn each tear
into stone
with which to build
a foundation
of Nothingness
Take this pain
turn this churning
into longing
for Devi and
She alone
That I might
be born anew
washed clean of
all that binds
by the fierce river
of Your Love.
R.
#love
#grief
#spiritual
233 reads
3 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
4th Sep 2022 3:43am
4th Sep 2022 3:43am
Plug and Play
They dressed her up in patent leather and named her Rachelle.
They didn’t know that it would matter, but they needed a name, so they chose something they found sexy.
They kept her tethered in the cellar. She didn’t need vitamin D anyway, was their thought about the whole thing, if they even ever thought about the whole thing.
After all, she didn’t have feelings.
Plug and play.
At their pleasure.
One tit bigger than the other, because they couldn’t agree, so why choose - can’t we have it all?
Masters and creators of the perfect little toy. ...
They didn’t know that it would matter, but they needed a name, so they chose something they found sexy.
They kept her tethered in the cellar. She didn’t need vitamin D anyway, was their thought about the whole thing, if they even ever thought about the whole thing.
After all, she didn’t have feelings.
Plug and play.
At their pleasure.
One tit bigger than the other, because they couldn’t agree, so why choose - can’t we have it all?
Masters and creators of the perfect little toy. ...
#technology
#culture
#morality #scifi
#morality #scifi
223 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
9th Aug 2022 3:36pm
9th Aug 2022 3:36pm
Bright Night of the We-Lilies
He brought lilies as a peace offering
along with other flowers
to each class he assigned a meaning
an artistic way to attempt repair.
The lilies came tightly closed
each taking their own sweet time
unfolding deliberately one by one
then exploding in orgasmic fullness
into the brightest of whites.
Though they would outlive our own ‘we’
they, too, underwent a return to dust
and perished one by one
each demise unveiling new layers of grief
An allegory for the fresh passing
of a ‘we’ as spectacular ...
along with other flowers
to each class he assigned a meaning
an artistic way to attempt repair.
The lilies came tightly closed
each taking their own sweet time
unfolding deliberately one by one
then exploding in orgasmic fullness
into the brightest of whites.
Though they would outlive our own ‘we’
they, too, underwent a return to dust
and perished one by one
each demise unveiling new layers of grief
An allegory for the fresh passing
of a ‘we’ as spectacular ...
#love
#heartbroken
#breakup #flowers
#breakup #flowers
259 reads
5 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
6th Apr 2021 1:19pm
6th Apr 2021 1:19pm
Warm Love
I fall back lazily on the bed
positioned perpendicular to how things should go
so as to better soak up the sun through bay windows streaked subtly with fingerling tracings from the night before.
Just there, imprints from the moment you pressed into me from behind
only glass separating me from star-strewn sky.
And there, tell-tale trails of your eventual taking of it all—this body and the night sky, too.
‘Warm love’, sent after leaving the next day
words mustering the precise temperature of ‘just right’—the heat of the night cooled to...
positioned perpendicular to how things should go
so as to better soak up the sun through bay windows streaked subtly with fingerling tracings from the night before.
Just there, imprints from the moment you pressed into me from behind
only glass separating me from star-strewn sky.
And there, tell-tale trails of your eventual taking of it all—this body and the night sky, too.
‘Warm love’, sent after leaving the next day
words mustering the precise temperature of ‘just right’—the heat of the night cooled to...
#love
#erotic
#sun
#rebirth
#spiritual
943 reads
21 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Mar 2021 3:50am
20th Mar 2021 3:50am
Disappearing Ink
My ink had barely returned
when she slipped quietly out the back
Yet again, yet again...
She deafens me with her silence.
R.
when she slipped quietly out the back
Yet again, yet again...
She deafens me with her silence.
R.
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
439 reads
17 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Feb 2021 3:26am
21st Feb 2021 3:26am
Sometimes Awakening
Sometimes I awaken
body sensing instinctively
something amiss
felt departure from rightful station
drifted
no longer entwined
slumber rendering asunder
our tangled love tethers
foot reaching out
across infinite expanse
finds calf
hooks
as hand encircles
freshly-shorn crown
gentle outpour
of night love descending
synchronized out breath
anoints sacred homecoming
reunited as one
we orbit together again.
R.
body sensing instinctively
something amiss
felt departure from rightful station
drifted
no longer entwined
slumber rendering asunder
our tangled love tethers
foot reaching out
across infinite expanse
finds calf
hooks
as hand encircles
freshly-shorn crown
gentle outpour
of night love descending
synchronized out breath
anoints sacred homecoming
reunited as one
we orbit together again.
R.
#love
#dreams
#night #sleep
#night #sleep
338 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Jan 2021 2:15pm
2nd Jan 2021 2:15pm
Love Untitled
Fuck poetry!... what’s the point?
Impotent ink inadequately filling flimsy filament
poorly-put prose poured out in pixilated impressions.
Let’s burn it all.
Only in the remains will we find the love we endeavor to ink
the love written within the rage-filled rantings of wrath
flouted in flowery rhymes intended to (un)flower the sometimes (un)suspect
the love delineated line-by-line by the daft using non-descript descriptors
handed out haphazardly in hallucinogenic harangues
scribbled then discarded in the...
Impotent ink inadequately filling flimsy filament
poorly-put prose poured out in pixilated impressions.
Let’s burn it all.
Only in the remains will we find the love we endeavor to ink
the love written within the rage-filled rantings of wrath
flouted in flowery rhymes intended to (un)flower the sometimes (un)suspect
the love delineated line-by-line by the daft using non-descript descriptors
handed out haphazardly in hallucinogenic harangues
scribbled then discarded in the...
#love
#inspirational
#spiritual
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
389 reads
10 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
2nd Nov 2020 3:48am
2nd Nov 2020 3:48am
The Fall - Day of the Dead
If I were to not live to see tomorrow, I would have at least spent part of this day being completely present as a leaf from an old-growth maple made its way languorously to the forest floor.
Its sun-flecked dance offered slow-motion homage to the glorious perfection of decay and death. This moment will have been enough to call it the perfect day to die.
Day of the Dead, 2020
R.
Its sun-flecked dance offered slow-motion homage to the glorious perfection of decay and death. This moment will have been enough to call it the perfect day to die.
Day of the Dead, 2020
R.
#death
#fall
#ShortStory #LifeCycle
#ShortStory #LifeCycle
390 reads
14 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Oct 2020 4:23am
6th Oct 2020 4:23am
Prayer to the Unknowing
May I write poetry on your body
with my tongue
each word worship to the wordless
each move motion-filled homage to the motionless
each breath the divine last supper
may I devour all of you fully
(even as I sense there was
never anything to eat).
May we write songs with our love
each caress a hymn
of sweet verse poured out to the divine
each guttural sound percussion
in the dance of the eternal present
singing out in unison
may the infinite arrive in waves
as we come and come...
with my tongue
each word worship to the wordless
each move motion-filled homage to the motionless
each breath the divine last supper
may I devour all of you fully
(even as I sense there was
never anything to eat).
May we write songs with our love
each caress a hymn
of sweet verse poured out to the divine
each guttural sound percussion
in the dance of the eternal present
singing out in unison
may the infinite arrive in waves
as we come and come...
#love
#erotic
#God
#spiritual
#sensual
611 reads
9 Comments
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