Submissions by Tallen
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction I am not really a seasoned writer. I write to Feel Less and I read to Feel more.
DARK POEM
Published
Yesterday 11:18pm
Yesterday 11:18pm
Charnel House
Where are we going
when we grow old?
Will we sit in a room
watching life go by
from an Old Folks tomb?
Awaiting the Grim Reaper’s
affections
replacing our pain and
Family rejections……….
Will we pass away the
hours
staring out the window
one day covered in
flowers?
Will we ever come to
realize
need to let go and love
before it’s too late?
(before)
Everyone
wonders
why did
...
when we grow old?
Will we sit in a room
watching life go by
from an Old Folks tomb?
Awaiting the Grim Reaper’s
affections
replacing our pain and
Family rejections……….
Will we pass away the
hours
staring out the window
one day covered in
flowers?
Will we ever come to
realize
need to let go and love
before it’s too late?
(before)
Everyone
wonders
why did
...
#death
#LifeCycle
#aging #graveyard
#aging #graveyard
25 reads
27 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Mar 2019 9:07pm
21st Mar 2019 9:07pm
Spilled red and blue - solid yet anew
It’s bricks
and clouds
and trees
and bees,
tears
and glee
melting into
an earthly
cauldron of
universal
spit and
love.
and clouds
and trees
and bees,
tears
and glee
melting into
an earthly
cauldron of
universal
spit and
love.
#love
#earth
#universe
#spiritual
#emotional
34 reads
12 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
21st Mar 2019 7:51pm
21st Mar 2019 7:51pm
Creativity
Once upon a while. . .
When there was only the Word (John 1: 1-3)
Heavens and earth began the style (Gen 1:1)
and so began creativity's birth.
In seven short days
All we observe and know to be
God created in ways.....
unknown to us,
but His creativeness we do see.
Once upon a today. . .
there were people with imagination:
sculpting, painting, writing away,
and acting with great dissertation.
In a few short thoughts
all they saw and didn't see,
they created many knots
to fill in...
When there was only the Word (John 1: 1-3)
Heavens and earth began the style (Gen 1:1)
and so began creativity's birth.
In seven short days
All we observe and know to be
God created in ways.....
unknown to us,
but His creativeness we do see.
Once upon a today. . .
there were people with imagination:
sculpting, painting, writing away,
and acting with great dissertation.
In a few short thoughts
all they saw and didn't see,
they created many knots
to fill in...
#religion
#Christian
39 reads
16 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Mar 2019 11:50pm
20th Mar 2019 11:50pm
Covet Springs
You tried to come to me
quietly tip-toeing across
the sanded rice paper
Tried to touch me with a
stealth so that I might feel
yet not know the intent or
reasons for return.
Coveting eternal wet from
Springs of hope
and hopelessness
You and me lost our ability
to overcome our verbal
confusion.
Oft I know I am in want;
we’re a desperation
full of covet eternal
springing forth tears of
perhaps, sad,
more so maybe it is
self-directed anger
for our cowardice.
Goddess...
quietly tip-toeing across
the sanded rice paper
Tried to touch me with a
stealth so that I might feel
yet not know the intent or
reasons for return.
Coveting eternal wet from
Springs of hope
and hopelessness
You and me lost our ability
to overcome our verbal
confusion.
Oft I know I am in want;
we’re a desperation
full of covet eternal
springing forth tears of
perhaps, sad,
more so maybe it is
self-directed anger
for our cowardice.
Goddess...
#lust
#relationships
#lover
#UnrequitedLove
#sensual
55 reads
12 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Mar 2019 5:10am
19th Mar 2019 5:10am
Past (participle’d) beached
There will always be winters
before this one and
I’ll ever find them difficult to
remember.
After all, wasn’t this before
I came to know
sea …..
came to know us …..
came to know?
Long before,
‘I suspect even before
I knew You knew
knew me.
I once dreamed bread crumbs
of Him
in every hermit’d crab
I did my best not to step on
on my way to the beach.
I felt the answers
each grain
each iota of sand
and chose to spread
my fingers apart
...
before this one and
I’ll ever find them difficult to
remember.
After all, wasn’t this before
I came to know
sea …..
came to know us …..
came to know?
Long before,
‘I suspect even before
I knew You knew
knew me.
I once dreamed bread crumbs
of Him
in every hermit’d crab
I did my best not to step on
on my way to the beach.
I felt the answers
each grain
each iota of sand
and chose to spread
my fingers apart
...
#regret
#friendship
#Buddhist #spiritual
#Buddhist #spiritual
48 reads
9 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
18th Mar 2019 9:56pm
18th Mar 2019 9:56pm
Taciturnity
I must have been on my way to
somewhere
else.
I didn’t hear You
hear Your heart
and wetness --
Mind and Body. . .
Soul.
Tried to catch up to You
but You were out
of our earshot range.
We heard each other
faintly……..
By then
I was rethinking
too much
& You
were on Your way
to someone
else.
somewhere
else.
I didn’t hear You
hear Your heart
and wetness --
Mind and Body. . .
Soul.
Tried to catch up to You
but You were out
of our earshot range.
We heard each other
faintly……..
By then
I was rethinking
too much
& You
were on Your way
to someone
else.
#sadness
#friendship
#support
65 reads
16 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
16th Mar 2019 11:47pm
16th Mar 2019 11:47pm
Scuttles
. . strolling through a concrete jungle
of no particular latitude or longitude
kicking empty cans that should have
been recycled a long long time ago
I guess
It was inevitable
I stumbled.
Falling into somebody’s worn out
Sandbox, I came across several
rusted out buckets.
These buckets were filled with dreams.
Left behind in haste
to escape
a decline of suburban rote living ----
would be my first thoughts. . .
impressions.
Why do we leave our dreams
Behind?
Is it because we are...
of no particular latitude or longitude
kicking empty cans that should have
been recycled a long long time ago
I guess
It was inevitable
I stumbled.
Falling into somebody’s worn out
Sandbox, I came across several
rusted out buckets.
These buckets were filled with dreams.
Left behind in haste
to escape
a decline of suburban rote living ----
would be my first thoughts. . .
impressions.
Why do we leave our dreams
Behind?
Is it because we are...
#dreams
#LifeStruggles
52 reads
12 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Mar 2019 9:48pm
15th Mar 2019 9:48pm
Frangibly Solicitous
Last night I tried
attempted to kiss You
tried to kiss the tears
from Your eyes
to show You
I understand.
Though not always
able
to comprehend
still I try. . .
tried.
Your careful wall
that protects
evidently is too high
for me.
Maybe one day
You’ll open
a gate
so the next time
it’s raining
I can kiss the
tears from
Your eyes.
_____________________________________
For my Friend,
HowlingWhelms (Noire)
attempted to kiss You
tried to kiss the tears
from Your eyes
to show You
I understand.
Though not always
able
to comprehend
still I try. . .
tried.
Your careful wall
that protects
evidently is too high
for me.
Maybe one day
You’ll open
a gate
so the next time
it’s raining
I can kiss the
tears from
Your eyes.
_____________________________________
For my Friend,
HowlingWhelms (Noire)
#love
#friendship
#support
71 reads
19 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Mar 2019 10:45pm
14th Mar 2019 10:45pm
Lightworker
Make NO Mistake about this:
I AM an ETERNAL BEING OF DARKNESS - THAT WHICH PENETRATES AND CONQUERS THE LIGHT”
I AM the light Within worlds
You and I possess the chemistry to make all of this work!
Deny it all you like – the facts remain simple and intact.
I AM the valence which binds all within the darkened void;
If aimlessly wondering, floating in dead space, spaces,
Wander no more! I AM the light within worlds.
How has the Darkness become so tainted with lies?
When You sleep is it not usually in the black of night? ...
I AM an ETERNAL BEING OF DARKNESS - THAT WHICH PENETRATES AND CONQUERS THE LIGHT”
I AM the light Within worlds
You and I possess the chemistry to make all of this work!
Deny it all you like – the facts remain simple and intact.
I AM the valence which binds all within the darkened void;
If aimlessly wondering, floating in dead space, spaces,
Wander no more! I AM the light within worlds.
How has the Darkness become so tainted with lies?
When You sleep is it not usually in the black of night? ...
#universe
#spiritual
#pagan #magic
#pagan #magic
52 reads
11 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Mar 2019 10:25pm
14th Mar 2019 10:25pm
Manatees’ mz
Man-a-tease
What a name
In lieu of
Matthew’s evasive fame!
On the slow
swims quietly below
then and now
Poetic sea cow!
Ne’er a rush
Spill his guts
Rhymes so good
wait I should
For my muse
to swim by
Grazing
gracefully
Graced !!
What a name
In lieu of
Matthew’s evasive fame!
On the slow
swims quietly below
then and now
Poetic sea cow!
Ne’er a rush
Spill his guts
Rhymes so good
wait I should
For my muse
to swim by
Grazing
gracefully
Graced !!
#friendship
#MyInspiration
48 reads
9 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
14th Mar 2019 3:40am
14th Mar 2019 3:40am
Small Cafe
We went on different routes
meeting same in the night.
Drinking wine - an easy way out
drowning turmoil of separate plight.
The den was crowded so a table we shared,
Our hearts so lonely, risking no care.
It must 'ave been a miracle
that guided us this way.
You needed me, and I You
at the time in that dark cafe.
Out of the voided blue,
my love left me for another
my heart burning with pain.
You said you lost a brother
your heart felt much of the same.
Seeking solace in the...
meeting same in the night.
Drinking wine - an easy way out
drowning turmoil of separate plight.
The den was crowded so a table we shared,
Our hearts so lonely, risking no care.
It must 'ave been a miracle
that guided us this way.
You needed me, and I You
at the time in that dark cafe.
Out of the voided blue,
my love left me for another
my heart burning with pain.
You said you lost a brother
your heart felt much of the same.
Seeking solace in the...
#sadness
#loneliness
#support #hurt
#support #hurt
60 reads
12 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Mar 2019 11:35pm
12th Mar 2019 11:35pm
Mortally
Hardly dead
amidst
deadened
banter
Hurts me
as well
from
our
absence
of
laughter.
Good
Bye
today. . .
no more
verses
that come
to matter
no more
ink
across Your
platter
see You
later
in the
forever
and
ever
after.
…………………………………….Mortally wounded.
amidst
deadened
banter
Hurts me
as well
from
our
absence
of
laughter.
Good
Bye
today. . .
no more
verses
that come
to matter
no more
ink
across Your
platter
see You
later
in the
forever
and
ever
after.
…………………………………….Mortally wounded.
#sadness
63 reads
12 Comments
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