Submissions by Tonemonster
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Hello all fellow poets of DU. I hope to meet and read many of you in the future. I welcome all of you to give my stuff a read also. Peace.
Does it hurt while dancing?
Coffee inspired scales of cascading resonance drip onto the floor
She writhes, he stiffens, they tangle their feet, tripping as one.
So swift and graceful, their bodies speaking in tongues
One begs forgiveness, the other obliges
The hair now drenched blinds the eyes
Crescendo approaching, they anticipate, deep within their bones
She stiffens, he writhes, their sacrifice complete and alone
So slow and chaotic, peaceful bliss, they cling to their groans
One exits the trance, fully realizing what was shared
The other awakens, uncompromised, and...
She writhes, he stiffens, they tangle their feet, tripping as one.
So swift and graceful, their bodies speaking in tongues
One begs forgiveness, the other obliges
The hair now drenched blinds the eyes
Crescendo approaching, they anticipate, deep within their bones
She stiffens, he writhes, their sacrifice complete and alone
So slow and chaotic, peaceful bliss, they cling to their groans
One exits the trance, fully realizing what was shared
The other awakens, uncompromised, and...
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My Thanksgiving
And when I leave you, my dearest flower,
as you well know that someday I will do,
prepare not for that loneliest hour,
for my heart still beats with true love for you.
For my departure is not mine to choose,
and I am bound by all of life’s lean laws.
I have but one love, and one life to lose,
save for you, I gladly enter Death’s jaws.
There remains one scene of Earthly delight
that fills my soul with hope and Thanksgiving,
It is the one I will treasure this night,
that belongs in the land of the living.
I know eternity will be sublime,...
as you well know that someday I will do,
prepare not for that loneliest hour,
for my heart still beats with true love for you.
For my departure is not mine to choose,
and I am bound by all of life’s lean laws.
I have but one love, and one life to lose,
save for you, I gladly enter Death’s jaws.
There remains one scene of Earthly delight
that fills my soul with hope and Thanksgiving,
It is the one I will treasure this night,
that belongs in the land of the living.
I know eternity will be sublime,...
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Swallows
While sitting outside on my front porch,
a flurry of brown swooped down,
and descended on my lawn.
I turned around from my cushioned chair,
to try and figure why, or what may have
caused these birds to assemble so suddenly.
Forty, fifty, maybe even more,
it’s hard to say. They looked
like one fairly thick dust cloud.
And, if as they were being
directed, or choreographed;
Their tiny heads bent down, and up,
as they grazed and searched each
blade, of Autumn’s defiant grass.
With a swoosh and swish,
they quickly...
a flurry of brown swooped down,
and descended on my lawn.
I turned around from my cushioned chair,
to try and figure why, or what may have
caused these birds to assemble so suddenly.
Forty, fifty, maybe even more,
it’s hard to say. They looked
like one fairly thick dust cloud.
And, if as they were being
directed, or choreographed;
Their tiny heads bent down, and up,
as they grazed and searched each
blade, of Autumn’s defiant grass.
With a swoosh and swish,
they quickly...
533 reads
2 Comments
Harry the Steppenwolf
Herr Herrman Hesse has described this phenomenon best
In his wonderful novel about wolf and man,
and how a soul has a thousand faces at rest
waiting, to be freed, or at least, a chance to breath again.
Harry, a learned man, was besought by a troubling beast.
A wolf, perhaps from Russia or the Steppes at least.
Harry was fifty and lived in a boarding house
he loved Mozart and Goethe, and a drink or two.
Living there and mostly quiet as a mouse,
Searching his tomes for deliverance too.
The wolf in Harry was the animal of life
which he fought...
In his wonderful novel about wolf and man,
and how a soul has a thousand faces at rest
waiting, to be freed, or at least, a chance to breath again.
Harry, a learned man, was besought by a troubling beast.
A wolf, perhaps from Russia or the Steppes at least.
Harry was fifty and lived in a boarding house
he loved Mozart and Goethe, and a drink or two.
Living there and mostly quiet as a mouse,
Searching his tomes for deliverance too.
The wolf in Harry was the animal of life
which he fought...
665 reads
2 Comments
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