Submissions by Rachelleundrgrd
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Love the spoken, sung and written word.
Time: Love’s Lie
Time
traces imperceptible lines
porcelain ducks
frozen in glacial melt
devours everything
silently stealthily
advancing or circling
origami swans whirlpooling in air
Is it love or a lie
dawdling here in the blackhole
of time tick-tocking away
at least that is what the cuckoo
clock would have us believe.
R.
traces imperceptible lines
porcelain ducks
frozen in glacial melt
devours everything
silently stealthily
advancing or circling
origami swans whirlpooling in air
Is it love or a lie
dawdling here in the blackhole
of time tick-tocking away
at least that is what the cuckoo
clock would have us believe.
R.
#birds
#lies
#love #science
#love #science
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boundless
just ‘cause it’s ‘alt’
don’t mean it ain’t a box
and I don’t fit into boxes, baby.
so go find yourself
a lady with just the right corners
to fit your angular definition
of what love looks like.
this love here won’t die
but it also don’t lie
and my round hole
won’t take all those angles.
R.
don’t mean it ain’t a box
and I don’t fit into boxes, baby.
so go find yourself
a lady with just the right corners
to fit your angular definition
of what love looks like.
this love here won’t die
but it also don’t lie
and my round hole
won’t take all those angles.
R.
#breakup
#love
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Morning Muse
I wake up to a silent house
the alarm cat slumbers still
walking softly on cold wood
feet melt into familial tree.
I step outside into the crisp
inhale deeply the dark sky
fields of star enfolding
follicles bristle the familiar cold.
I return to the shelter of tea
candles and incense alight
settle in to await sun’s arousal
lap abuzz with felial purr.
——
I pick up pen to wax poetic
place it quickly back in trough ...
the alarm cat slumbers still
walking softly on cold wood
feet melt into familial tree.
I step outside into the crisp
inhale deeply the dark sky
fields of star enfolding
follicles bristle the familiar cold.
I return to the shelter of tea
candles and incense alight
settle in to await sun’s arousal
lap abuzz with felial purr.
——
I pick up pen to wax poetic
place it quickly back in trough ...
#beauty
#cats
#meditation
#nature
#SelfReflection
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Savoir vivre
Nature’s natural’, he stated most naturally,
as if his own lazy savoir-faire
could penetrate through the aperture
of a creature not from anywhere near where nature’s natural resembled anything like this.
Incomprehensible, these lush vines and leaves and sensations of wind and rancid, of darkness and light and colors dancing.
as if his own lazy savoir-faire
could penetrate through the aperture
of a creature not from anywhere near where nature’s natural resembled anything like this.
Incomprehensible, these lush vines and leaves and sensations of wind and rancid, of darkness and light and colors dancing.
#aliens
#nature
#scifi #universe
#scifi #universe
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Every vowel my favorite vowel (a phonetic exploration)
ʌ/:
Every nut is my favorite nut.
Every cut my favorite cut.
Every rut my favorite rut.
Every but(t) my favorite but(t).
Every strut my favorite strut.
And every glut my favorite glut.
/aː/
Every park is my favorite park.
Every dark my favorite dark.
Every heart my favorite heart.
Every snark my favorite snark.
Every lark my favorite lark.
And every bark my favorite bark.
/æ/:
Every bath is my favorite bath.
Every laugh my favorite laugh.
Every gaffe my favorite gaffe....
Every nut is my favorite nut.
Every cut my favorite cut.
Every rut my favorite rut.
Every but(t) my favorite but(t).
Every strut my favorite strut.
And every glut my favorite glut.
/aː/
Every park is my favorite park.
Every dark my favorite dark.
Every heart my favorite heart.
Every snark my favorite snark.
Every lark my favorite lark.
And every bark my favorite bark.
/æ/:
Every bath is my favorite bath.
Every laugh my favorite laugh.
Every gaffe my favorite gaffe....
#music
#PowerOfWords
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2 Comments
‘Caged’: A Haiku
As free as a bird
fancied trapped in a cage with
the door wide open.
fancied trapped in a cage with
the door wide open.
#love
#heartbroken
#birds
#freedom
#FeelingTrapped
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The Would’a Could’a Dance
Would’a been
a perfect night
to invite you over
bed you down
fuck your brains out
swallow you whole
turn us inside out
Then talk ‘til Venus set
slowly curl on in
and snuggle down
spent and melting into
that which is True.
Instead in our
separate caves
we hunker down
you lonely
me alone
try to slay the immortal
appease the insatiable
fight for no/thing
gauging the futility
of this dance of One
masquerading as two.
But come...
a perfect night
to invite you over
bed you down
fuck your brains out
swallow you whole
turn us inside out
Then talk ‘til Venus set
slowly curl on in
and snuggle down
spent and melting into
that which is True.
Instead in our
separate caves
we hunker down
you lonely
me alone
try to slay the immortal
appease the insatiable
fight for no/thing
gauging the futility
of this dance of One
masquerading as two.
But come...
#love
#regret
#breakup
#freedom
#escape
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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
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One-Stop Candy Shop

#love
#erotic
#food #sexy
#food #sexy
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‘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
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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
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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
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