Submissions by Tacete (who-isthe-silence)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
A clearing of the conscience and a forgiveness of the mind.
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2015 7:09am
3rd Feb 2015 7:09am
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As I was typing, I had the option to change the font
on a piece such as this? Wouldn't that be a travesty?
In the sea of life's brilliance, the button.. no, the...
option of display, reassembling our moments
and pulling these pieces from the sand.
And my uncle beside me, halted my stray
he redirected me within a moment's gaze
to continue writing this piece rather than
pressing that 'button'. I continued to type
quickingly qurrasome moments take my
mind away. And I am soon to forget of
the ocean in the sea of life's brilliance.
And...
on a piece such as this? Wouldn't that be a travesty?
In the sea of life's brilliance, the button.. no, the...
option of display, reassembling our moments
and pulling these pieces from the sand.
And my uncle beside me, halted my stray
he redirected me within a moment's gaze
to continue writing this piece rather than
pressing that 'button'. I continued to type
quickingly qurrasome moments take my
mind away. And I am soon to forget of
the ocean in the sea of life's brilliance.
And...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Jan 2015 5:06am
17th Jan 2015 5:06am
Sanctuary found
Hast thou taken a path of savages sweet?
Taken souls, a treat had you taken his humanity.
Take to cover, for the eye will see
history's aftermath lain slain
blistering in the Mediterranean heat?
Shake somberly blood-soaked stripped barren of hope
kneel, joints aching for release. You've failed, lay still
in the sand, trickling timidly to time, taken to the sand again
where in this obscured hole does your friend rest above the hill?
Mind where you step, the sand dunes I haven't tread.
Take caution in your breaths, least the sand...
Taken souls, a treat had you taken his humanity.
Take to cover, for the eye will see
history's aftermath lain slain
blistering in the Mediterranean heat?
Shake somberly blood-soaked stripped barren of hope
kneel, joints aching for release. You've failed, lay still
in the sand, trickling timidly to time, taken to the sand again
where in this obscured hole does your friend rest above the hill?
Mind where you step, the sand dunes I haven't tread.
Take caution in your breaths, least the sand...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Jan 2015 3:29am
17th Jan 2015 3:29am
On timber, tears & freedom with time.
The colours of the sea swell, simplified
you could say, or even compare me to the kite
hoisted by a twelve year old professional
creating patterns and rhythms
in a beautiful blue sky.
Time doesn't seem to pass here
every moment is truly lived.
Even for the townsmen here,
masters of their own fate
time carries its consequences.
Conquered men have been here, their offspring are present.
I'd have introduced myself had I remembered my name
I've just felt so lost, drowning in this ocean's fury
taken by life,...
you could say, or even compare me to the kite
hoisted by a twelve year old professional
creating patterns and rhythms
in a beautiful blue sky.
Time doesn't seem to pass here
every moment is truly lived.
Even for the townsmen here,
masters of their own fate
time carries its consequences.
Conquered men have been here, their offspring are present.
I'd have introduced myself had I remembered my name
I've just felt so lost, drowning in this ocean's fury
taken by life,...
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SELF POEM
Published
16th Jan 2015 1:47am
16th Jan 2015 1:47am
Sticks & Stoners.
It's about me.
I see the letters
but the words
I cannot distinguish.
There's an outbreak of light
bringing the warmth of the morning sun
Illuminated beneath the windowsill
edged by a moment's brief reflection
I see the dare ice coffee bottle
with the garden hose stem protruding out
the golden rim cone piece, ground into a bucket cp'.
and the ounce of pot divided into aluminium foil
sticks, fifties & quarters.
Home delivery-esque' bud
prepped n' packaged on the kitchen bench
the dearest sat far from...
I see the letters
but the words
I cannot distinguish.
There's an outbreak of light
bringing the warmth of the morning sun
Illuminated beneath the windowsill
edged by a moment's brief reflection
I see the dare ice coffee bottle
with the garden hose stem protruding out
the golden rim cone piece, ground into a bucket cp'.
and the ounce of pot divided into aluminium foil
sticks, fifties & quarters.
Home delivery-esque' bud
prepped n' packaged on the kitchen bench
the dearest sat far from...
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LOVE POEM
Published
30th Dec 2014 1:50pm
30th Dec 2014 1:50pm
Swiftied
"Stay with me" Sure,
you stay there
I'm taking the perfect shot.
you stay there
I'm taking the perfect shot.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Dec 2014 9:00am
26th Dec 2014 9:00am
Euan and the clarks.
Signs of life a flicker,
sanity returns to the sitter
these one word hitters
lack the punch
generated in their circles of motion
As if I could expect
to leave this failure behind
move on, about face
to a potential future.
So I breathe in the morning dew
slacken the boot laces,
pry the three day old suit socks
off of my exhausted vessel.
I'll pack myself a few piled high
and off I'd soar,
this poem,
hardly has its grace
But do you see me care?
sanity returns to the sitter
these one word hitters
lack the punch
generated in their circles of motion
As if I could expect
to leave this failure behind
move on, about face
to a potential future.
So I breathe in the morning dew
slacken the boot laces,
pry the three day old suit socks
off of my exhausted vessel.
I'll pack myself a few piled high
and off I'd soar,
this poem,
hardly has its grace
But do you see me care?
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Nov 2014 2:28pm
19th Nov 2014 2:28pm
Wayward
The trickling flow of the water fixture
constant in its repetition, at odds with the passing traffic
A light breeze interrupts the striking of a match
scattering its naked flame whilst I light a cigarette.
Taking that first draw, the flame seeps through the tobacco
whilst the intoxicating smoke occupies my lungs.
constant in its repetition, at odds with the passing traffic
A light breeze interrupts the striking of a match
scattering its naked flame whilst I light a cigarette.
Taking that first draw, the flame seeps through the tobacco
whilst the intoxicating smoke occupies my lungs.
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SELF POEM
Published
17th Nov 2014 4:43pm
17th Nov 2014 4:43pm
'Long days journey into night'
"You've just told me some high spots in your memories. Want to hear mine? They're all connected with the sea. Here's one. When I was on the Squarehead square rigger, bound for Buenos Aires. Full moon in the Trades. The old hooker driving fourteen knots. I lay on the bowsprit, facing astern, with the water foaming into spume under me, the masts with every sail white in the moonlight, towering high above me. I became drunk with the beauty and signing rhythm of it, and for a moment I lost myself -- actually lost my life. I was set free! I dissolved in the sea, became white sails and flying...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Nov 2014 10:48pm
15th Nov 2014 10:48pm
Five Nails
What good will you do
when the rivers overrun?
one each for the left and right hand;
With the water at your neck
cascading into your lungs?
With what towers before you
I suggest you stop breathing.
Or what of the descent of
darkness upon a setting sun?
one each for the left and right foot;
With it, comes the
frost of daybreak
accompanying a gritty wind
carrying its menacing touch to your skin?
Wade through the water, learn to swim
Running blind...
when the rivers overrun?
one each for the left and right hand;
With the water at your neck
cascading into your lungs?
With what towers before you
I suggest you stop breathing.
Or what of the descent of
darkness upon a setting sun?
one each for the left and right foot;
With it, comes the
frost of daybreak
accompanying a gritty wind
carrying its menacing touch to your skin?
Wade through the water, learn to swim
Running blind...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Nov 2014 9:07am
5th Nov 2014 9:07am
Fluorescence
I close the curtains
but even still
fluorescent light slips through the gaps
I attempt to envision a circle of black
but even still
fluorescent light slips through the cracks
Parted curtains, cracked wood
artificial fluorescence finds its way in.
Its prying eyes, its eager hands
ever watching the flock.
"Here" it beckons; "drink."
"We're serving the source of life
with a side of metal pump or plastic, whatever your preference"
I don't remember what it was
to taste the life in spring water....
but even still
fluorescent light slips through the gaps
I attempt to envision a circle of black
but even still
fluorescent light slips through the cracks
Parted curtains, cracked wood
artificial fluorescence finds its way in.
Its prying eyes, its eager hands
ever watching the flock.
"Here" it beckons; "drink."
"We're serving the source of life
with a side of metal pump or plastic, whatever your preference"
I don't remember what it was
to taste the life in spring water....
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