Submissions by Serenstar
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
29th Aug 2009 4:38am
29th Aug 2009 4:38am
Trance and Trapezes
A chaotic circus is taking place
Without crowds in circular seats
The manic episode is taking part, behind my face
Mood swings on the hypnotic trapeze.
The circus is my show
I am the clumsy clown, full of fake smiles
and copyright frowns
I am the acrobat, hoping to disappear
Into the saw dust scented air.
I am the ringmaster dressed in red
Wishing I was elsewhere instead
Here alone with just thoughts as friends
Enduring this time called life
The show is over for another while................
Without crowds in circular seats
The manic episode is taking part, behind my face
Mood swings on the hypnotic trapeze.
The circus is my show
I am the clumsy clown, full of fake smiles
and copyright frowns
I am the acrobat, hoping to disappear
Into the saw dust scented air.
I am the ringmaster dressed in red
Wishing I was elsewhere instead
Here alone with just thoughts as friends
Enduring this time called life
The show is over for another while................
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ANGER POEM
Published
29th Aug 2009 4:31am
29th Aug 2009 4:31am
generation Hell
chaos with his arms outstretched
like a sex starved Jesus, calls me
and I blonde and foolish sprint right in
the arms slam in and coil me with danger
the invisible ropes weigh heavily on my frame
as I churn out lines from my conveyor belt head
the only sanity keeping me from a tree or pill bottle
I feel squashed blackcurrants
scrambling for space
in my wet brain
all down to you and your angelic charm,
cornering me unarmed
thanks for making living with myself
totally unbearable
like a sex starved Jesus, calls me
and I blonde and foolish sprint right in
the arms slam in and coil me with danger
the invisible ropes weigh heavily on my frame
as I churn out lines from my conveyor belt head
the only sanity keeping me from a tree or pill bottle
I feel squashed blackcurrants
scrambling for space
in my wet brain
all down to you and your angelic charm,
cornering me unarmed
thanks for making living with myself
totally unbearable
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ANGER POEM
Published
26th Aug 2009 3:25am
26th Aug 2009 3:25am
At war with myself
the militia are at it again
marching up and down like ants on acid
all over me
it's probably another you
incognito - not letting me forget
what we had in our bubble of defence
shunning everyone
we only needed one another
to feel the empathy crawling
like the spectre of a dead baby.
marching up and down like ants on acid
all over me
it's probably another you
incognito - not letting me forget
what we had in our bubble of defence
shunning everyone
we only needed one another
to feel the empathy crawling
like the spectre of a dead baby.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Aug 2009 3:20am
26th Aug 2009 3:20am
Autumn Delights
The decaying bushes are sprinkled with fiery fuschia.
Amber coloured crinkly leaves smother
the narrow country lane.
I hope tonight I'll see a scarlet October sky as the brightest burning star sinks down, into the fluid horizon
slowly savouring saying goodbye.
The crispy coldness in the air turns my cheeks an apple red.
Autumn and her magical array of colours has arrived,
gracefully splashing the countryside
with indigo shadows.
Falling onto fields
And syrupy sunsets
bewitching burnt orange skies.
Amber coloured crinkly leaves smother
the narrow country lane.
I hope tonight I'll see a scarlet October sky as the brightest burning star sinks down, into the fluid horizon
slowly savouring saying goodbye.
The crispy coldness in the air turns my cheeks an apple red.
Autumn and her magical array of colours has arrived,
gracefully splashing the countryside
with indigo shadows.
Falling onto fields
And syrupy sunsets
bewitching burnt orange skies.
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LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2009 5:26am
23rd Aug 2009 5:26am
not even the clay can take me away...........
I scrape and push my thumbs into it's dead mouth
the wintery coldness of the terracotta mass
is stark, in this central heated room.
Playing distracted I mould it into leaves and stars
my own body heat lacking though it is, softens
and in turn
the clay mirrors a filled up sponge,
not slightly pregnant with water
but useless air
I knead it, needing it to obey my hands
the two hour class steals me from helplessness
and the dead leading power of temptation
everything slow abandons me
until I put the clay away
then the...
the wintery coldness of the terracotta mass
is stark, in this central heated room.
Playing distracted I mould it into leaves and stars
my own body heat lacking though it is, softens
and in turn
the clay mirrors a filled up sponge,
not slightly pregnant with water
but useless air
I knead it, needing it to obey my hands
the two hour class steals me from helplessness
and the dead leading power of temptation
everything slow abandons me
until I put the clay away
then the...
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ANGER POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2009 5:12am
23rd Aug 2009 5:12am
Blemished
The blatant blemish above your eye
was not a gift at birth - a bestowal of conjoined capillaries
It's a faithful flashback
of giftwrapped rage, in shredded ribbons
Cushioned by the refusal
to acknowledge uncurbed anger.
You - the vicarious punchbag
Holding halcyon hopes for change...............
Your psyche eroding like crumbling cliff tops
Yet you glued the fissures over
Missiles from bookshelves
wine fuelled ire grown in a Merlot sodden petri dish
It was she - with the horrible smiles and the
ugly eyes
was not a gift at birth - a bestowal of conjoined capillaries
It's a faithful flashback
of giftwrapped rage, in shredded ribbons
Cushioned by the refusal
to acknowledge uncurbed anger.
You - the vicarious punchbag
Holding halcyon hopes for change...............
Your psyche eroding like crumbling cliff tops
Yet you glued the fissures over
Missiles from bookshelves
wine fuelled ire grown in a Merlot sodden petri dish
It was she - with the horrible smiles and the
ugly eyes
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