Submissions by Taylor65
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am published, but it's an interest, not a livelihood.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Dec 2022 7:38pm
11th Dec 2022 7:38pm
Wedding Bell Blues
one crushed white carnation,
a window pane, infallible blues
eight rouged cheeks, lemon pie,
hardened crust; pungent mints,
zingy
beer-barrel polka, feet,
excuse me; a toast, a kiss,
empty glass, a few minutes
later
pictures, dry champaign,
much later, internal weather,
divorce
a window pane, infallible blues
eight rouged cheeks, lemon pie,
hardened crust; pungent mints,
zingy
beer-barrel polka, feet,
excuse me; a toast, a kiss,
empty glass, a few minutes
later
pictures, dry champaign,
much later, internal weather,
divorce
#marriage
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0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Dec 2022 2:56pm
10th Dec 2022 2:56pm
December Still Life
perched as a starling
on a snow topped pine
—a poem composed
on a snow topped pine
—a poem composed
#nature
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1 Comment
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Dec 2022 1:25am
9th Dec 2022 1:25am
Rain at Window
mourning doves,
first light
how long, how long
should you wait
beginnings more
beautiful than endings
first light
how long, how long
should you wait
beginnings more
beautiful than endings
#hope
#motivational
325 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
6th Dec 2022 6:11pm
6th Dec 2022 6:11pm
Gray
Cold
in present
openness
Colder yet
in future
promises
in present
openness
Colder yet
in future
promises
#TruthOfLife
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2022 1:37am
2nd Dec 2022 1:37am
Long Winter
At the end of the universe, you hope
they will be there, two little ones
whose only desire was to play
you’d like to see them as older:
both feet out of the womb
late to hold, no paternal rendezvous,
but they didn’t get their chance to choose—
it’s as if they died of too much joy
before their time
they will be there, two little ones
whose only desire was to play
you’d like to see them as older:
both feet out of the womb
late to hold, no paternal rendezvous,
but they didn’t get their chance to choose—
it’s as if they died of too much joy
before their time
#spiritual
321 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
30th Nov 2022 3:31pm
30th Nov 2022 3:31pm
Jolly by Golly
There is Xmas, then there is Xmas—
each birthed from differences
and responsibilities.
Earth pounds beneath you to love
like this you must be punished
to appreciate hurting this way.
Two thousand odd years—
whose logic is this?
Winter comes, oils your skin,
and maybe it would come without Xmas,
but you are afraid what would happen
without you.
Besides, living is necessary. It keeps things
as they should be.
each birthed from differences
and responsibilities.
Earth pounds beneath you to love
like this you must be punished
to appreciate hurting this way.
Two thousand odd years—
whose logic is this?
Winter comes, oils your skin,
and maybe it would come without Xmas,
but you are afraid what would happen
without you.
Besides, living is necessary. It keeps things
as they should be.
#holiday
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4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
28th Nov 2022 9:36pm
28th Nov 2022 9:36pm
Perhaps Underground
You think of a city, perfectly deserted,
and when someone asks what music
plays in their graveyard, a place
where nothing else exists, only bones
and in all his wisdom, God tells you
they are your mother’s and father’s bones
and their parents’ bones before them.
If you could pick any music to play
there, you would pick a violin concerto
and let it play until their eyes
no longer haunt you and their bones
are quiet and await with patience
all the splintered and crushed
bones of their children.
and when someone asks what music
plays in their graveyard, a place
where nothing else exists, only bones
and in all his wisdom, God tells you
they are your mother’s and father’s bones
and their parents’ bones before them.
If you could pick any music to play
there, you would pick a violin concerto
and let it play until their eyes
no longer haunt you and their bones
are quiet and await with patience
all the splintered and crushed
bones of their children.
#God
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