Submissions by Rachelleundrgrd
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Love the spoken, sung and written word.
Every vowel my favorite vowel (a phonetic exploration)
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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
301 reads
17 Comments
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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14 Comments
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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3 Comments
One-Stop Candy Shop
#love
#erotic
#food #sexy
#food #sexy
291 reads
7 Comments
‘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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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
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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
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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
548 reads
17 Comments
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
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