Submissions by Seed
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My poems are all over the map, mostly free verse. Influenced by everything I see, hear, and read. Don't know what I'm doing, but love doing it! Joined a couple of poetry groups & try to attend workshops to become a better writer. All just for fun!
Les Bijoux
My love dancing naked across the bedroom floor
Wearing all the jewelry I’ve bought and nothing more
My she-devil alluring motions as she dances just for me
A dream come true in this vision of sweet fantasy
The jewels as she weaves and spins sparkle, flashing bright
The glow of her skin against the bedroom’s amber light
She dances a sultry dance which takes hold of me like a voodoo spell
Her gesturing hand and those swaying hips are working on me well
I am entranced not able to take my eyes off of her movements at all
My love’s motions are reeling...
Wearing all the jewelry I’ve bought and nothing more
My she-devil alluring motions as she dances just for me
A dream come true in this vision of sweet fantasy
The jewels as she weaves and spins sparkle, flashing bright
The glow of her skin against the bedroom’s amber light
She dances a sultry dance which takes hold of me like a voodoo spell
Her gesturing hand and those swaying hips are working on me well
I am entranced not able to take my eyes off of her movements at all
My love’s motions are reeling...
#love
#lover
682 reads
2 Comments
Gossamer Webs of Autumn
When the days of fall have become shorter
And the mornings darker
The leaves gathering on the sidewalk
Announcing underfoot
The slow walk to the car
Motivation lagging
To make the drive to work
Under the dreary gray skies
That mark the season
Driving away from a world
Covered in pumpkin spice
And autumn colors
Where some houses have hay bales
And Indian corn
In the front yard
On the doors are wreaths
Of grapevines with pinecones
And silk leaves
Of red, orange, and yellow
Life is somehow...
And the mornings darker
The leaves gathering on the sidewalk
Announcing underfoot
The slow walk to the car
Motivation lagging
To make the drive to work
Under the dreary gray skies
That mark the season
Driving away from a world
Covered in pumpkin spice
And autumn colors
Where some houses have hay bales
And Indian corn
In the front yard
On the doors are wreaths
Of grapevines with pinecones
And silk leaves
Of red, orange, and yellow
Life is somehow...
#fall
449 reads
0 Comments
You Lying Dog
My dog asleep on the couch
You lay around all day like a cat
Resting and napping
You appear to be quite lazy
For if you were wild
You would indeed rest
During the hot day
And hunt in the cool of the evening
But you are domesticated
So what do you do
With yourself all night
I have never been awakened
At the sound of you watching TV
I have never startled you
In the middle of the night
Raiding the refrigerator
You have never been into video games
And I monitor the gas gauge
Of my car
So I know you...
You lay around all day like a cat
Resting and napping
You appear to be quite lazy
For if you were wild
You would indeed rest
During the hot day
And hunt in the cool of the evening
But you are domesticated
So what do you do
With yourself all night
I have never been awakened
At the sound of you watching TV
I have never startled you
In the middle of the night
Raiding the refrigerator
You have never been into video games
And I monitor the gas gauge
Of my car
So I know you...
#LifeStruggles
#dogs
408 reads
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Closing the Door on Summer
The green days of summer prove themselves
To be much longer than the attention span
Of the kids running in and out of the house
Allowing flies, as fickle as children, to come in
By chance or with purpose
Once inside they buzz around the room
Like crop dusters surveying the terrain
Before finally congregating on the windows
Wishing that they could be outside again
Their annoying buzz demands my attention
But the children are oblivious to such minor irritants
And it seems as though I have told them a dozen times,
“You kids get...
To be much longer than the attention span
Of the kids running in and out of the house
Allowing flies, as fickle as children, to come in
By chance or with purpose
Once inside they buzz around the room
Like crop dusters surveying the terrain
Before finally congregating on the windows
Wishing that they could be outside again
Their annoying buzz demands my attention
But the children are oblivious to such minor irritants
And it seems as though I have told them a dozen times,
“You kids get...
#children
#summer
499 reads
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Café On the Square
A remarkably pleasant Sunday afternoon
Café tables in the sunshine
Customers at every one like a collage
Voices converge in an unintelligible static
Waiters walk hurriedly from kitchen to table
Everyone absorbed in their own world
Some idly watching people and pigeons
At the far table, 3 soldiers of the republic
Deliberating the low pay of duty, honor, and country
At another table, an immigrant explaining
The Plaza de Toros from his childhood to a neighbor
Another table closer to the shade
A bored housewife sits as she doddles ...
Café tables in the sunshine
Customers at every one like a collage
Voices converge in an unintelligible static
Waiters walk hurriedly from kitchen to table
Everyone absorbed in their own world
Some idly watching people and pigeons
At the far table, 3 soldiers of the republic
Deliberating the low pay of duty, honor, and country
At another table, an immigrant explaining
The Plaza de Toros from his childhood to a neighbor
Another table closer to the shade
A bored housewife sits as she doddles ...
#LifeStruggles
#dreams
384 reads
2 Comments
Asphodels (A response to William Carlos Williams)
I tried reading your poem,
But people have short attention spans
I have a short attention span
Must you go on so long?
I read and read and scrolled down
Oh my goodness, you pompous ass
I never reached the end
Your Asphodels have died and faded
Waiting now to be burned
While I was still reading
Say what you have to say
Make it brief, make it pretty,
Make it interesting
I haven’t got all day
But people have short attention spans
I have a short attention span
Must you go on so long?
I read and read and scrolled down
Oh my goodness, you pompous ass
I never reached the end
Your Asphodels have died and faded
Waiting now to be burned
While I was still reading
Say what you have to say
Make it brief, make it pretty,
Make it interesting
I haven’t got all day
#flowers
#WritingPoetry
444 reads
1 Comment
Broken Branches
Last week’s beautiful flowers have wilted in the vase
And there are things that still happen in my absence
Weeds still grow at the edge of the yard,
Where all my efforts cease,
Where the woods begins
Yes, things still happen when I’m not there
Storms rolling through southern states
And I’m not standing out in the yard.
Looks like it will be a day of
High winds and broken branches.
The rains come with or without me
But the sun shines wherever she is
And I’d just as soon dream of her
Rather than wake her
And things...
And there are things that still happen in my absence
Weeds still grow at the edge of the yard,
Where all my efforts cease,
Where the woods begins
Yes, things still happen when I’m not there
Storms rolling through southern states
And I’m not standing out in the yard.
Looks like it will be a day of
High winds and broken branches.
The rains come with or without me
But the sun shines wherever she is
And I’d just as soon dream of her
Rather than wake her
And things...
#love
521 reads
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Corn Field Haints
In the deep south of north Mississippi
Near unincorporated Splunge Bottom
East of Hatley and north of Greenwood Springs
Around where Amory is the widest spot in the road
The corn grows by the hundred acre
In fields beside dirt roads
On farms where the corn cribs lean with age
And the hay barns are smiling
With fields just out from shacks of weathered wood
That are so old dust looks right on the floors
Where farmers can still be seen walking from place to place
This is where folklore and superstition still live on
Where they tell...
Near unincorporated Splunge Bottom
East of Hatley and north of Greenwood Springs
Around where Amory is the widest spot in the road
The corn grows by the hundred acre
In fields beside dirt roads
On farms where the corn cribs lean with age
And the hay barns are smiling
With fields just out from shacks of weathered wood
That are so old dust looks right on the floors
Where farmers can still be seen walking from place to place
This is where folklore and superstition still live on
Where they tell...
#countryside
#funny
#ghosts
442 reads
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I Cannot Dance Upon My Toes (For Emily)
Nothing could contain youth
Life was at my beckon call
Once I danced upon the earth
Fully alive in every moment
I danced all through the poem,
But every song and every life
Must come to an end
Aged beyond footlights
My body is poor,
But my mind is wealthy
With no deathbed sadness
A bankrupt body
Though among my mind
Is rich and full
I am rigid and static
I cannot dance upon my toes
Yet, I float from point A to B
In memories of pleasures past
A glee possesses me
Though...
Life was at my beckon call
Once I danced upon the earth
Fully alive in every moment
I danced all through the poem,
But every song and every life
Must come to an end
Aged beyond footlights
My body is poor,
But my mind is wealthy
With no deathbed sadness
A bankrupt body
Though among my mind
Is rich and full
I am rigid and static
I cannot dance upon my toes
Yet, I float from point A to B
In memories of pleasures past
A glee possesses me
Though...
#death
#LifeCycle
607 reads
2 Comments
Athena
I went to visit Athena today
She is still a goddess
Larger than life
As good as gold
She lives in Nashville now
A nice home
In Centennial Park
With many paintings and pictures
Of how things used to be
Surrounding her
In front of her house is the pond
Where swan boats used to glide
Around Willow Island
Athena is getting on up in age
She doesn’t say much anymore
Instead, she stands and waits
Watching the world go by
Not wanting to interfere
With the follies of mortal men
As we struggle with the...
She is still a goddess
Larger than life
As good as gold
She lives in Nashville now
A nice home
In Centennial Park
With many paintings and pictures
Of how things used to be
Surrounding her
In front of her house is the pond
Where swan boats used to glide
Around Willow Island
Athena is getting on up in age
She doesn’t say much anymore
Instead, she stands and waits
Watching the world go by
Not wanting to interfere
With the follies of mortal men
As we struggle with the...
#LifeStruggles
425 reads
0 Comments
Letters for Country Readers
Upon reading &c. I discovered that
Valedictions appear without explanation,
Though they are relatively rare,
It's difficult to draw real conclusions.
There is variability within the framework.
The reader may not understand
Exactly what has been abridged.
They, being mere country folk
Never having read Jane Austen,
Common men, salt of the earth,
Honest and unconcerned
With such things as pride and prejudice.
Why tell them, “et cetera and so on”?
There can be no propriety
In saying, “I am yours and others”, ...
Valedictions appear without explanation,
Though they are relatively rare,
It's difficult to draw real conclusions.
There is variability within the framework.
The reader may not understand
Exactly what has been abridged.
They, being mere country folk
Never having read Jane Austen,
Common men, salt of the earth,
Honest and unconcerned
With such things as pride and prejudice.
Why tell them, “et cetera and so on”?
There can be no propriety
In saying, “I am yours and others”, ...
#LifeAsAWriter
617 reads
0 Comments
Stardust and Cherries
Listening to Artie Shaw
And reading Thomas Lux.
Star Dust never sounded so good
And I'm wishing I had
Maraschino cherries in my refrigerator.
Those who understand will appreciate
And those it is lost on
Will keep staring at their phones
I have learned to slow down
And appreciate the finer things in life;
Nutella, strawberry preserves
A faithful dog, a good nap,
Quiet evenings and grilled orange roughy
Because possessions come and go
Like a coat of many colors
After all, Joseph was just a teenager ...
And reading Thomas Lux.
Star Dust never sounded so good
And I'm wishing I had
Maraschino cherries in my refrigerator.
Those who understand will appreciate
And those it is lost on
Will keep staring at their phones
I have learned to slow down
And appreciate the finer things in life;
Nutella, strawberry preserves
A faithful dog, a good nap,
Quiet evenings and grilled orange roughy
Because possessions come and go
Like a coat of many colors
After all, Joseph was just a teenager ...
#music
#LifeGoals
523 reads
4 Comments
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