Submissions by Rianne
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Word Sculptress
Sanctum/ from Moth Halo
From ravines written withered within this heart
among driftwood an opening bleaching blue
floating fleeting motion
Speak now trembling tongues
Swallows fly from their nest
transformation awakens
leaving leaning
lulling each stream
diadem dew
nightly ghostly satin surface
anoints pristine beauty
Intoxication falls from my lips
Speak now birthing presence
I wear a diadem of dew
upon my silken hair
Let us find oysters
amongst the driftwoods
dive, kindle ...
among driftwood an opening bleaching blue
floating fleeting motion
Speak now trembling tongues
Swallows fly from their nest
transformation awakens
leaving leaning
lulling each stream
diadem dew
nightly ghostly satin surface
anoints pristine beauty
Intoxication falls from my lips
Speak now birthing presence
I wear a diadem of dew
upon my silken hair
Let us find oysters
amongst the driftwoods
dive, kindle ...
#dark
#universe
#shadows
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Unfolding the veils/ Rabia of Basra
In a Persian garden levitated by air
lay a seamstress awakened
listening
sadder than Demeter
pouring tea
bleeding into steam of the kettle
she enters a pale paused second
he never read her well
all the novels unread
pantomime
Rabi’a
fouth born
asleep upon stone
wise among the wood
My legacies
a reed mat,
a pottery jug
I am woman
through feminine
faucet
not a wife
nor in ways ...
lay a seamstress awakened
listening
sadder than Demeter
pouring tea
bleeding into steam of the kettle
she enters a pale paused second
he never read her well
all the novels unread
pantomime
Rabi’a
fouth born
asleep upon stone
wise among the wood
My legacies
a reed mat,
a pottery jug
I am woman
through feminine
faucet
not a wife
nor in ways ...
#love
#spiritual
#WritingPoetry
#feminism
#culture
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In an untitled unity/ Co write with Poet Par/Paulo
We met in solaced frequencies
I saw the names held tight
began to paint my vision
releasing each pricking leaf
Reading a book where
I dream casted your soul
aflame into enigmatic elegies
proclaiming myself
as love
entangled
waited while I placed
placebo orchids
behind your heart shells
mystically
and so on
you don't remember anymore
you don't haunt anymore
my incomplete sleep
I wake up scared
that you are not here yet
I'm afraid to tell
my dreams
I'm...
I saw the names held tight
began to paint my vision
releasing each pricking leaf
Reading a book where
I dream casted your soul
aflame into enigmatic elegies
proclaiming myself
as love
entangled
waited while I placed
placebo orchids
behind your heart shells
mystically
and so on
you don't remember anymore
you don't haunt anymore
my incomplete sleep
I wake up scared
that you are not here yet
I'm afraid to tell
my dreams
I'm...
#dreams
#fate
#WritingPoetry #symbolism
#WritingPoetry #symbolism
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T for Trauma
Here, let me tell you something which I have come to know, my existence, my expression is not your impression " said infinity ." When will you return?."
."Who are you?." asked the first child ."Are you my mother/father/origin?."
."No." the voice answered ."None, I am trauma."
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Each in person experience will be non taught to you.
In early, current, latent , later state any severe context that we also call circumstances can cause stress, mild or severe toxics will be sent as...
."Who are you?." asked the first child ."Are you my mother/father/origin?."
."No." the voice answered ."None, I am trauma."
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Each in person experience will be non taught to you.
In early, current, latent , later state any severe context that we also call circumstances can cause stress, mild or severe toxics will be sent as...
#science
#TruthOfLife
#humankind #healing
#humankind #healing
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Anarchy
was a beginning
an end
to go beyond
blitzkrieg Bop
in totality
art through
polyester neon hair
retro ragged fishnet stockings
I wanna be real Crass
as real as can be
god in a jukebox
London is the place to go
ask Johnny Rotten
how a governing stooge
with a lust for life
likes hypnotizing chickens
I would buy him a New York Doll
send a Killing Joke
watching...
an end
to go beyond
blitzkrieg Bop
in totality
art through
polyester neon hair
retro ragged fishnet stockings
I wanna be real Crass
as real as can be
god in a jukebox
London is the place to go
ask Johnny Rotten
how a governing stooge
with a lust for life
likes hypnotizing chickens
I would buy him a New York Doll
send a Killing Joke
watching...
#music
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wind night wind
the shortest distance
beheld by our eyes
from rear view mirror
towards truth
how water has each shape
and perhaps is the only thing
closer than vaporizing sound
etched baritone
I bemoan
vestibules
vernissages
signify
genetic
genocides
burning confessing carcass
to expose
from
vernissages
vestibules
I become
dervish
truth
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beheld by our eyes
from rear view mirror
towards truth
how water has each shape
and perhaps is the only thing
closer than vaporizing sound
etched baritone
I bemoan
vestibules
vernissages
signify
genetic
genocides
burning confessing carcass
to expose
from
vernissages
vestibules
I become
dervish
truth
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#night
#fate
#magic
#philosophical
#symbolism
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the witch doctor
In perfect symmetry
his is the whole image
human as is meant to be
for a while only he remains
an asymmetrical
sacrificial
split second
only sought as a vision
may his fading reflection
be washed clean
beheld in the lengthy amazon arms
somewhere along
his body afloat upon
riverbed of the Nile
lest we forget
lest he has escaped
trespassing torture
an abductive malnutrition
his...
his is the whole image
human as is meant to be
for a while only he remains
an asymmetrical
sacrificial
split second
only sought as a vision
may his fading reflection
be washed clean
beheld in the lengthy amazon arms
somewhere along
his body afloat upon
riverbed of the Nile
lest we forget
lest he has escaped
trespassing torture
an abductive malnutrition
his...
#dark
#children
#evil
#shadows
#suffering
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Staff bearers
Lengths from far moons will veil
dark lost tribal tongue may speak
vocalizing vaulted volva tune
and earth will be sacred
unsacrificed again
like birth bears
no face
dousing drowning
death bedded
wisdom
let love be a bridge
betwixt space
of all separations
https://youtu.be/PkXi1awIESc
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dark lost tribal tongue may speak
vocalizing vaulted volva tune
and earth will be sacred
unsacrificed again
like birth bears
no face
dousing drowning
death bedded
wisdom
let love be a bridge
betwixt space
of all separations
https://youtu.be/PkXi1awIESc
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#women
#humankind
#freedom
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When I was written
In a galaxy other/older than poetry
I was carved by stone masons
chiseled canvas speaks
Idibera
did you know
not ever
would
my name
be forgotten?
Idibera
my face grew
into waves
washed
in these tides
I heard horizons
pledge
poesy older than
galaxies
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...
I was carved by stone masons
chiseled canvas speaks
Idibera
did you know
not ever
would
my name
be forgotten?
Idibera
my face grew
into waves
washed
in these tides
I heard horizons
pledge
poesy older than
galaxies
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...
#historical
#nonfiction
#symbolism
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Become
The gods will inspire those who sleep
our dreams are philosophers
initiated from within
Bread is an offering
in crumbs sometimes
I exist
where oracles come daunting on wind
gestures bird winged open
where miracles matter
in guidance
holding bay for fear
fragmented fountain
where trauma tracing
tsunamis
practice bibliomancy
of life
'' Learn to listen to your body ''
it says in the brochure he purchased
Tibetan bowls are drawn from his mind ...
our dreams are philosophers
initiated from within
Bread is an offering
in crumbs sometimes
I exist
where oracles come daunting on wind
gestures bird winged open
where miracles matter
in guidance
holding bay for fear
fragmented fountain
where trauma tracing
tsunamis
practice bibliomancy
of life
'' Learn to listen to your body ''
it says in the brochure he purchased
Tibetan bowls are drawn from his mind ...
#inspirational
#humankind
#uplifting
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Rite of the totem collaboration with Strangeways_Rob and Daniel Christensen
Sunlight mottled sheen on a borrowed car,
I drove to fetch your mouth to mine,
No longer exists, having fired back
From beds of earthen berm and out
Into the cosmos of colors and ice
Tails trailing a torpedo of rock, your
Eyes burning with lust premeditation,
Affixed to me with newness of
Adoration, no longer exist,
They have pressed out ten thousand
Layers of film, as years of sand and wind
Scoured away their gilding, into a face of
Untold seasons we have not
Shared, your arms have shed
Skin after skin into someone else’s ...
I drove to fetch your mouth to mine,
No longer exists, having fired back
From beds of earthen berm and out
Into the cosmos of colors and ice
Tails trailing a torpedo of rock, your
Eyes burning with lust premeditation,
Affixed to me with newness of
Adoration, no longer exist,
They have pressed out ten thousand
Layers of film, as years of sand and wind
Scoured away their gilding, into a face of
Untold seasons we have not
Shared, your arms have shed
Skin after skin into someone else’s ...
#WritingPoetry
#metaphor
#collaboration
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