Submissions by Serenstar
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Dec 2013 1:17pm
27th Dec 2013 1:17pm
Frosted
Diamante concrete coruscating
competing with Christmas Eve sunlight
a fallen tarpaulin blankets the path,
gossamer like.
The gnawing cold bites through my
onion layers,
my gloves providing little insulation.
Sparkles coveting every surface
glittering, glistening,
giving weeds a temporary glow.
I look up overhead to see slate grey clouds,
heaving and stuffy with imminent snow....
competing with Christmas Eve sunlight
a fallen tarpaulin blankets the path,
gossamer like.
The gnawing cold bites through my
onion layers,
my gloves providing little insulation.
Sparkles coveting every surface
glittering, glistening,
giving weeds a temporary glow.
I look up overhead to see slate grey clouds,
heaving and stuffy with imminent snow....
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Dec 2013 1:02pm
27th Dec 2013 1:02pm
Storm Chaser
Decked out in your sailing gear, gloves,
safety vest, impatience and an annoying hat
I toyed with the tempting warmth of the fire, leather sofa
and boisterous kids
The storm was victorious.
I left the sanctuary and strayed into Nature's hostility
battered and blown, pelted with raindrops
or were they mini rocks ?
Was it hail ?
No, just sore rain............
Amazed by the tidal high, lifting the yachts
to a sullen, tarry sky.
A sky whipping up, accelerating a commotion
of anger in earlier fluffiness.
Now a swirling mass...
safety vest, impatience and an annoying hat
I toyed with the tempting warmth of the fire, leather sofa
and boisterous kids
The storm was victorious.
I left the sanctuary and strayed into Nature's hostility
battered and blown, pelted with raindrops
or were they mini rocks ?
Was it hail ?
No, just sore rain............
Amazed by the tidal high, lifting the yachts
to a sullen, tarry sky.
A sky whipping up, accelerating a commotion
of anger in earlier fluffiness.
Now a swirling mass...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Sep 2013 12:05pm
9th Sep 2013 12:05pm
Ducks in watercolour
You stared intently at me washing my sable brush,
albeit in murky water.
You came over feline like and rested your little blonde head
on my staid elbow,
commenting how much you liked the sketch.
Dapper ducks in a farmyard, slowly taking form
the watery shadows giving them life.
Lilac rich hues bouncing off the egg yolk beaks.
Feathered bellies lightly shadowed
leaving clotted, creamy inquisitive necks.
Straining to see where the next handful of meal
would appear.
Their webbed feet plodding on this watercolour board,
shuffling...
albeit in murky water.
You came over feline like and rested your little blonde head
on my staid elbow,
commenting how much you liked the sketch.
Dapper ducks in a farmyard, slowly taking form
the watery shadows giving them life.
Lilac rich hues bouncing off the egg yolk beaks.
Feathered bellies lightly shadowed
leaving clotted, creamy inquisitive necks.
Straining to see where the next handful of meal
would appear.
Their webbed feet plodding on this watercolour board,
shuffling...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Sep 2009 3:53am
18th Sep 2009 3:53am
Tell your grandchildren
Docile for a while
after breakfast, you stared over at the Albanian coast
we sat on a shared towel blanketing bumpy pebbles
I stared too through the sun splashed horizon,
then at you
wanting a hug, wanting you to stay beside me.
Less than a forty eight hour introduction
you made me smile again
without dreading next mornings alarm.
But you left, after kissing me in front of fellow tourists
having lunch.
I felt them staring
Now I'm home still hoping for correspondence
but have that certainty that I may aswell be waiting
for...
after breakfast, you stared over at the Albanian coast
we sat on a shared towel blanketing bumpy pebbles
I stared too through the sun splashed horizon,
then at you
wanting a hug, wanting you to stay beside me.
Less than a forty eight hour introduction
you made me smile again
without dreading next mornings alarm.
But you left, after kissing me in front of fellow tourists
having lunch.
I felt them staring
Now I'm home still hoping for correspondence
but have that certainty that I may aswell be waiting
for...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Sep 2009 3:44am
18th Sep 2009 3:44am
The bus
She stood fairy like against mutant
silver sun flowers
ugly because they were metal
not fragrant with authenticity
I sit trance like against
a pewter Ulsterbus window sill
ugly just because it is..........
a noisy people mover.
To my right hangs the winter sun
poking its frosty warmth
through sausaged clouds reaching east
I think of you with my own warmth.
I radiate an aura of hope
that we can share again
one day........... words.
silver sun flowers
ugly because they were metal
not fragrant with authenticity
I sit trance like against
a pewter Ulsterbus window sill
ugly just because it is..........
a noisy people mover.
To my right hangs the winter sun
poking its frosty warmth
through sausaged clouds reaching east
I think of you with my own warmth.
I radiate an aura of hope
that we can share again
one day........... words.
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Sep 2009 5:20am
16th Sep 2009 5:20am
My youngest
your earthen brown eyes
DNA from your father
like Galaxy chocolate
ebony lashed
that would make girls envious
those appled cheeks
perfect little spheres
that I've kissed a million times
a bit red tonight
from Etna erupted gums
a wet little chin
I try to keep dribble free
your immaculate skin
softer than a perfect peach
covers you from toe to head
after your bath sitting on my lap
your baby hands trying to catch the dancing dust
caught in sunrays
poking through venetian blinds
I love the still...
DNA from your father
like Galaxy chocolate
ebony lashed
that would make girls envious
those appled cheeks
perfect little spheres
that I've kissed a million times
a bit red tonight
from Etna erupted gums
a wet little chin
I try to keep dribble free
your immaculate skin
softer than a perfect peach
covers you from toe to head
after your bath sitting on my lap
your baby hands trying to catch the dancing dust
caught in sunrays
poking through venetian blinds
I love the still...
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DARK POEM
Published
16th Sep 2009 5:04am
16th Sep 2009 5:04am
my world on a Sunday
Mondays no longer fill me up
hot water bottle like
with inflated dread
wondering what to do with the same hours
as last week
the same hours in a different day
outside I scan for snowdrops
or daffodil bulbs
trying to remind myself of the beautiful earth
I Iook for cornflower skies
but stumble onto dirty big rainclouds
holding fat sky munching maggots
and curly sky dragons
relishing the collision with each other
so they can bounce off terrain
and laugh .....at me......
as daytime nears...
hot water bottle like
with inflated dread
wondering what to do with the same hours
as last week
the same hours in a different day
outside I scan for snowdrops
or daffodil bulbs
trying to remind myself of the beautiful earth
I Iook for cornflower skies
but stumble onto dirty big rainclouds
holding fat sky munching maggots
and curly sky dragons
relishing the collision with each other
so they can bounce off terrain
and laugh .....at me......
as daytime nears...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Sep 2009 5:18am
8th Sep 2009 5:18am
Bubble wrapped
Foam rolled in with Atlantic waves like
huge insulation bubbles
the sun took a siesta
clouds drew their slate curtains
on the beach where he took me
looking in vain for the old schoolhouse
along the precipice
we searched for a reminder stone
and took it with us........
huge insulation bubbles
the sun took a siesta
clouds drew their slate curtains
on the beach where he took me
looking in vain for the old schoolhouse
along the precipice
we searched for a reminder stone
and took it with us........
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Sep 2009 5:13am
8th Sep 2009 5:13am
Daytime Demons
grasping sweeping palms swim aimlessly in my stomach
the building blocks of progesterone
are multiplying in waves.
I struggle to stay upright as cold droplets
form a film on the back of my neck
I manage to sit and then unknowingly fall off
hitting a cold tiled floor under harsh lights
fatigue fires my bones until I'm ashen
and only want to sleep
and the reason
my growing baby getting comfortable
making itself at home
in an amniotic bubble cushioned against me.
the building blocks of progesterone
are multiplying in waves.
I struggle to stay upright as cold droplets
form a film on the back of my neck
I manage to sit and then unknowingly fall off
hitting a cold tiled floor under harsh lights
fatigue fires my bones until I'm ashen
and only want to sleep
and the reason
my growing baby getting comfortable
making itself at home
in an amniotic bubble cushioned against me.
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ANGER POEM
Published
5th Sep 2009 1:32am
5th Sep 2009 1:32am
Tugged
The storm within me has been reduced to
an ebbing lull
until my feet take me into this house.
One sentence miscontrued
pulled in a tug of wording, this way and that.
I wish heaven would pull me up by the hair
plop me on a cloud with messed up angels,
away from this familiar hell.
an ebbing lull
until my feet take me into this house.
One sentence miscontrued
pulled in a tug of wording, this way and that.
I wish heaven would pull me up by the hair
plop me on a cloud with messed up angels,
away from this familiar hell.
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LOVE POEM
Published
5th Sep 2009 1:27am
5th Sep 2009 1:27am
The only one
I miss your skin slowly heating my own
like outer velvet chiffon
the warm soft smoothness
mingling into me
I miss your kisses
I miss the rhythmic beating of a
love pumped heart next to my own
The sun will still shine and the moon will rise
And I'll still love you
you, my one recurring hope - my necessary dream
I just hope we can make it before time eats us.
like outer velvet chiffon
the warm soft smoothness
mingling into me
I miss your kisses
I miss the rhythmic beating of a
love pumped heart next to my own
The sun will still shine and the moon will rise
And I'll still love you
you, my one recurring hope - my necessary dream
I just hope we can make it before time eats us.
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DARK POEM
Published
31st Aug 2009 2:24am
31st Aug 2009 2:24am
Desolation in Technicolour
Despair bit into the sky ravenously
And left blood red chunks floating, mingling
with the remnants of a winter sunset.
It bit into me, biting like the rising
cold from the rock hard snow
iced and cemented under my near numb feet.
Maybe if I walk far enough
into the sky
it will eat me up
Anything....
other than being with myself.
I'm under this aubergine sky with wasted wishes
Watching the mutating richness of colour
Stirring up a frenzy.
Dominating now is vampire blood red
as I trudge on feeling dead.................
And left blood red chunks floating, mingling
with the remnants of a winter sunset.
It bit into me, biting like the rising
cold from the rock hard snow
iced and cemented under my near numb feet.
Maybe if I walk far enough
into the sky
it will eat me up
Anything....
other than being with myself.
I'm under this aubergine sky with wasted wishes
Watching the mutating richness of colour
Stirring up a frenzy.
Dominating now is vampire blood red
as I trudge on feeling dead.................
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