Submissions by TheAlbatross
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction Stumbling through life, word for word, and enjoying the ride
Quake my beauty
The Taniwha spine of our country
Has peaks of mountain jewels
Which ridge its bladed back
With white capped snowy pearls
Its head points to the north
Along the ring of fire
Its breath a shaky isle
Its head a funeral pyre
It shook its unfurled body
Two days along our coast
It thrust up new found reefs
And turned some of us to ghosts
I heard it sigh, from miles away
I felt its body begin to sway
The metal twisted
The concrete shifted
And towns were dusted in gravel grey
Glacial waters tear down its back...
Has peaks of mountain jewels
Which ridge its bladed back
With white capped snowy pearls
Its head points to the north
Along the ring of fire
Its breath a shaky isle
Its head a funeral pyre
It shook its unfurled body
Two days along our coast
It thrust up new found reefs
And turned some of us to ghosts
I heard it sigh, from miles away
I felt its body begin to sway
The metal twisted
The concrete shifted
And towns were dusted in gravel grey
Glacial waters tear down its back...
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Poached Eggs
Remember how hot it was
when it first started?
as we slipped into a boiling pan
enveloped in a liquid warmth
of soft kisses and whispered nothing's
We were so transparent and loose
held together only by the heat
of each other's embrace
The simmer growing
our silky soft exteriors
masking our runny insides
I'm sorry, that it was just a fraction
of a temperature change
which shook me from our sexy slumber
a delayed cool reality
that it wasn't going to work
I never should have said ...
when it first started?
as we slipped into a boiling pan
enveloped in a liquid warmth
of soft kisses and whispered nothing's
We were so transparent and loose
held together only by the heat
of each other's embrace
The simmer growing
our silky soft exteriors
masking our runny insides
I'm sorry, that it was just a fraction
of a temperature change
which shook me from our sexy slumber
a delayed cool reality
that it wasn't going to work
I never should have said ...
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3 Comments
It's all lies
It began, like all messy lies do
in a storm of muddled words
Didn't feel right to me
Young, but not blind
Saw the struggle on your face
of the words colliding towards your mouth
long before they reached your lips
I was lonely, you said
and drunk (of course)
She was there
and I was not
It was a simple story
with simple words
A poetic tragedy nonetheless
paying attention
to your pained expression
I heard the thousand echoes
of the times you have said this before
to women you...
in a storm of muddled words
Didn't feel right to me
Young, but not blind
Saw the struggle on your face
of the words colliding towards your mouth
long before they reached your lips
I was lonely, you said
and drunk (of course)
She was there
and I was not
It was a simple story
with simple words
A poetic tragedy nonetheless
paying attention
to your pained expression
I heard the thousand echoes
of the times you have said this before
to women you...
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Baby, take me for a ride........
(Your) Smile
ň – a heater-core
warming my insides
licking leather with a hot tongue
(My) Giggles
ň - lubricant for your sticking motor
oil to wet one's appetite
(Our) Laughter
ň - jumper-leads for the body
charging the chamber
kick-starting the fun engine
ň – a heater-core
warming my insides
licking leather with a hot tongue
(My) Giggles
ň - lubricant for your sticking motor
oil to wet one's appetite
(Our) Laughter
ň - jumper-leads for the body
charging the chamber
kick-starting the fun engine
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The Aubergine
Pliant plastic skin, and purple veins
Reminiscent of her poisoned arteries
She fucking hates aubergines
She’s pushed through the worst of it now
Head pounding the toilet seat
Ignoring the self-loathing shit-talk in her head
It's worse than the vomit coming out of her mouth
Heart’s done pumping hard liquor through the veins
For now,
the light shifts a little
Color filters to the tiled floor
to which she is clinging
Salacious skin sucks
Salt away from her pores
Thrusting water, as an assault
All...
Reminiscent of her poisoned arteries
She fucking hates aubergines
She’s pushed through the worst of it now
Head pounding the toilet seat
Ignoring the self-loathing shit-talk in her head
It's worse than the vomit coming out of her mouth
Heart’s done pumping hard liquor through the veins
For now,
the light shifts a little
Color filters to the tiled floor
to which she is clinging
Salacious skin sucks
Salt away from her pores
Thrusting water, as an assault
All...
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6 Comments
Hardwood
Heavy-set, he shuffles in
container-ship pace
he leans on his walking stick
pauses with grace
Hands rough as torn bark, from the land that he’s turned
Left thumb a short stub, part of the respect t'was earned
His head lifts a fraction
casts benign eyes to his side
as his grandchildren gather
like branches on his thighs
His arms cleared mountains, best tree feller without-a-doubt
Now diabetic to his core, and riddled with gout
“from the earth we did come,
to which we return”
He...
container-ship pace
he leans on his walking stick
pauses with grace
Hands rough as torn bark, from the land that he’s turned
Left thumb a short stub, part of the respect t'was earned
His head lifts a fraction
casts benign eyes to his side
as his grandchildren gather
like branches on his thighs
His arms cleared mountains, best tree feller without-a-doubt
Now diabetic to his core, and riddled with gout
“from the earth we did come,
to which we return”
He...
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6 Comments
Pressed Flesh
Truth is I’m only here to feed my addiction
Constantly exhausted but wanting more
My anti-depressant suppressant
Don’t matter though, cause here I am
at it again,
back for more pain.
I plaster on one of my sweetest smiles and pull back my hair into a pony tail.
Sleek and well-mannered,
just like mum raised me.
But most importantly, I look honest.
I check myself in the rear vision mirror
step out of the car headed towards the house, almost convinced that I’m a good person
Almost.
My addiction opens the...
Constantly exhausted but wanting more
My anti-depressant suppressant
Don’t matter though, cause here I am
at it again,
back for more pain.
I plaster on one of my sweetest smiles and pull back my hair into a pony tail.
Sleek and well-mannered,
just like mum raised me.
But most importantly, I look honest.
I check myself in the rear vision mirror
step out of the car headed towards the house, almost convinced that I’m a good person
Almost.
My addiction opens the...
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14 Comments
The salt of you
Meet me at
the crest of the wave
where whitewash
turns
to foam
crash
around my wake
caress
me through the tide
smell the sweat
of salt laced air
then pull me
deep inside
the crest of the wave
where whitewash
turns
to foam
crash
around my wake
caress
me through the tide
smell the sweat
of salt laced air
then pull me
deep inside
720 reads
20 Comments
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