Submissions by Whitewand6
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
1st Dec 2011 10:25pm
1st Dec 2011 10:25pm
Love: Around The Year -Part 1(Summer)
Among the humdrum of
a humid April afternoon,
dazed and disoriented
you dragged yourself;
among scores of
seething, sweating men
and stopped suddenly
to watch the beggar croon-
with an enviable gay abandon
and a beaming face.
Your mood levitated and
your legs were held
by a moving figure-
rushing past the steel army
You followed your enchanted gaze
directed onto her.
Curly jet black hair
and high, arched eyebrows
from a dream
along with a pair of huge hazel eyes- ...
a humid April afternoon,
dazed and disoriented
you dragged yourself;
among scores of
seething, sweating men
and stopped suddenly
to watch the beggar croon-
with an enviable gay abandon
and a beaming face.
Your mood levitated and
your legs were held
by a moving figure-
rushing past the steel army
You followed your enchanted gaze
directed onto her.
Curly jet black hair
and high, arched eyebrows
from a dream
along with a pair of huge hazel eyes- ...
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LOVE POEM
Published
30th Nov 2011 8:54pm
30th Nov 2011 8:54pm
Love: Part deux
Love
A rainbow
A snake
A distant thunder
A fading dream
A pegasus
A sudden downpour
A possession
A drug
A soaring kite
A road
A river
A poison
A jungle
A quagmire
A residue
A portrait
A poem
A weekend seminar
A never-ending night
A cellar door
A pantheon
A magnet
A noose
A therapy
A war
A rabbit hole
A tunnel
A train
A falling star
A nest
A madrigal
A fountain
A deciduous bud
A deer
A spider web
A camp fire
A...
A rainbow
A snake
A distant thunder
A fading dream
A pegasus
A sudden downpour
A possession
A drug
A soaring kite
A road
A river
A poison
A jungle
A quagmire
A residue
A portrait
A poem
A weekend seminar
A never-ending night
A cellar door
A pantheon
A magnet
A noose
A therapy
A war
A rabbit hole
A tunnel
A train
A falling star
A nest
A madrigal
A fountain
A deciduous bud
A deer
A spider web
A camp fire
A...
879 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
30th Nov 2011 8:42pm
30th Nov 2011 8:42pm
A Palindrome: The truth of us
Love my love,
heart my heart
you remembered it
near and far,
forever and always.
For you, suchness,
my soultwin, sunshine
My heart
my beat
And dry it bled
I, loving and loved;
loved and loving,
I bled it dry
and beat my heart!
My Sunshine,
soultwin;
my suchness
You!
For always and forever,
far and near
it remembered you.
Heart! My heart
Love! My love.
heart my heart
you remembered it
near and far,
forever and always.
For you, suchness,
my soultwin, sunshine
My heart
my beat
And dry it bled
I, loving and loved;
loved and loving,
I bled it dry
and beat my heart!
My Sunshine,
soultwin;
my suchness
You!
For always and forever,
far and near
it remembered you.
Heart! My heart
Love! My love.
1407 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
29th Nov 2011 10:35pm
29th Nov 2011 10:35pm
c l i m a x
For her I had all the love,
all I could ever
have,
sum up, generate;
swim in and drown.
Only to shoot up
to breathe
in the air of hope.
And be giddy like
a happy boy,
in yellow shorts-
whistling on
those solitary boulevards.
And smiling, I stayed afloat
in the slow moving love stream;
hitting the right notes
in the thin air,
creating my own symphony
of pure and endless love.
The notes
originating from
the strings of my heart,
and the giant waves
of the mind. ...
all I could ever
have,
sum up, generate;
swim in and drown.
Only to shoot up
to breathe
in the air of hope.
And be giddy like
a happy boy,
in yellow shorts-
whistling on
those solitary boulevards.
And smiling, I stayed afloat
in the slow moving love stream;
hitting the right notes
in the thin air,
creating my own symphony
of pure and endless love.
The notes
originating from
the strings of my heart,
and the giant waves
of the mind. ...
873 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Nov 2011 9:00pm
29th Nov 2011 9:00pm
The Maul: 2
A sip of bitter coffee and
a bite of ebony truffle-
dark chocolate it is,
made from unprocessed cocoa
of South American rain forests.
Evergreen Amazonian may be.
Full of anti-oxidants,
that would see me smiling
at sixty-eight-
with no teeth, of course,
from too much of these-chocolates
and a lifetime of bad oral hygiene.
Low Fluoride in my tooth paste.
But how do I tell them
I am just brand loyal,
a slave of celebrity marketing.
I just use the bright red tooth paste,
endorsed by my wet dream...
a bite of ebony truffle-
dark chocolate it is,
made from unprocessed cocoa
of South American rain forests.
Evergreen Amazonian may be.
Full of anti-oxidants,
that would see me smiling
at sixty-eight-
with no teeth, of course,
from too much of these-chocolates
and a lifetime of bad oral hygiene.
Low Fluoride in my tooth paste.
But how do I tell them
I am just brand loyal,
a slave of celebrity marketing.
I just use the bright red tooth paste,
endorsed by my wet dream...
832 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Nov 2011 10:56pm
28th Nov 2011 10:56pm
O-M-G
I walk across the high walls
on the road teeming with masses of men-
stopping-stooping-stoic
all propelled by a want and assembled
at the origin-the very creator [The Gods]
chips of blinking things-shrouds of wrapped pastel
Idols
Pills
Bread
Red wine (Blood)
White wine (Urine)
Father-son and
the Holy Spirit
Endless expanse of silk
doused in purple fumes
A hundred eyes unblinking
a hundred simultaneous prayers
mutterings of the hopeful [Devotee]
...
on the road teeming with masses of men-
stopping-stooping-stoic
all propelled by a want and assembled
at the origin-the very creator [The Gods]
chips of blinking things-shrouds of wrapped pastel
Idols
Pills
Bread
Red wine (Blood)
White wine (Urine)
Father-son and
the Holy Spirit
Endless expanse of silk
doused in purple fumes
A hundred eyes unblinking
a hundred simultaneous prayers
mutterings of the hopeful [Devotee]
...
840 reads
12 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
28th Nov 2011 11:56am
28th Nov 2011 11:56am
Coffin
My head is a coffin
and all these voices,
all these noises
are just the nails;
and I am the devil
I am the driver
The wind,
the sick smell,
the eerie shadowplay
are but transitions,
props.
The toad leaps
and gets caught
in the wire and sizzles
as it drizzles,
a fitting transition.
A lonely dove sits
and coos on the headstone,
the solitary traveler
sleeps well, within.
I sit next to it as
the dove flutters behind.
Gravity is...
and all these voices,
all these noises
are just the nails;
and I am the devil
I am the driver
The wind,
the sick smell,
the eerie shadowplay
are but transitions,
props.
The toad leaps
and gets caught
in the wire and sizzles
as it drizzles,
a fitting transition.
A lonely dove sits
and coos on the headstone,
the solitary traveler
sleeps well, within.
I sit next to it as
the dove flutters behind.
Gravity is...
831 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
27th Nov 2011 00:36am
27th Nov 2011 00:36am
The You In My I
I am not your hero,
with rippling layers
of meristematic;
and impervious.
I am not someone's hope,
I am not some amoeba
and I am not also some mountain.
I am a river,
I am a cloud;
I am the lonely beetle
that jumps a sea
and flies a sky.
I am the eye
that drinks,
and the soul
that feeds the thirst.
I am the beautiful void.
I am the sun
that would die;
burn out,
after bleeding chroma.
I am an idea,
a projection;
I am your shard ...
with rippling layers
of meristematic;
and impervious.
I am not someone's hope,
I am not some amoeba
and I am not also some mountain.
I am a river,
I am a cloud;
I am the lonely beetle
that jumps a sea
and flies a sky.
I am the eye
that drinks,
and the soul
that feeds the thirst.
I am the beautiful void.
I am the sun
that would die;
burn out,
after bleeding chroma.
I am an idea,
a projection;
I am your shard ...
775 reads
4 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
27th Nov 2011 00:25am
27th Nov 2011 00:25am
Ok! Uncle Freud
The run across the cliff-
endless, steep, ominous;
with hope that this time,
my arms would flap
and the bridge won’t snap;
one that connects datum with
my cerebral stratagem
-
O! Intense this is, yes sir!
This introspection nightmare,
you bet your money, phony!
Such sweet catatonic despair.
Broken fingernails and broken glass.
The blood smells like fresh bamboo
on a full moon night
-
The TV is hissing white noise-
the white snake of the black night,
the continual static-song ...
endless, steep, ominous;
with hope that this time,
my arms would flap
and the bridge won’t snap;
one that connects datum with
my cerebral stratagem
-
O! Intense this is, yes sir!
This introspection nightmare,
you bet your money, phony!
Such sweet catatonic despair.
Broken fingernails and broken glass.
The blood smells like fresh bamboo
on a full moon night
-
The TV is hissing white noise-
the white snake of the black night,
the continual static-song ...
793 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Nov 2011 12:10pm
22nd Nov 2011 12:10pm
The Most Boring Movie
The most boring movie you have seen;
No, it's not those celluloid screen exhibits
with one movie wonders and dying starlets.
nor the ones from around Mediterranean-
with somber death and static medium
where dead leaves and swirling water
get captured and catapulted
into celebrity status-
celebratory of life-force.
The most boring movie
you have seen is none
of these.
Really, rather
the most boring movie
starts the moment-
you step out of the greasy elevator .
in your...
No, it's not those celluloid screen exhibits
with one movie wonders and dying starlets.
nor the ones from around Mediterranean-
with somber death and static medium
where dead leaves and swirling water
get captured and catapulted
into celebrity status-
celebratory of life-force.
The most boring movie
you have seen is none
of these.
Really, rather
the most boring movie
starts the moment-
you step out of the greasy elevator .
in your...
766 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Nov 2011 11:55am
22nd Nov 2011 11:55am
The Maul
Sprawling concrete
crawling with
figures.
Here.
There.
Evanescent
Hurried, harried,
happy, hapless
A psyche-relic maze,
psycho-somatic daze
Laws of the universe
at play.
Flaws of 'beau monde'
on display.
Mannequins.
Queens.
Akin.
Skins brushing
Skin glowing
Brilliant masks.
Furtive gazes
Overflowing serotonin.
And overgrowing hopelessness.
Hidden beneath Maybelline
And numerous intangible shells ...
crawling with
figures.
Here.
There.
Evanescent
Hurried, harried,
happy, hapless
A psyche-relic maze,
psycho-somatic daze
Laws of the universe
at play.
Flaws of 'beau monde'
on display.
Mannequins.
Queens.
Akin.
Skins brushing
Skin glowing
Brilliant masks.
Furtive gazes
Overflowing serotonin.
And overgrowing hopelessness.
Hidden beneath Maybelline
And numerous intangible shells ...
936 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Nov 2011 11:15pm
19th Nov 2011 11:15pm
Announcement
The last shot in the air
was not the report from a .22
Nor it was not a head on collision
between two automobiles
in relative speed.
Ask the tiny window cleaner,
dangling mid-air, calculative;
on the twenty fifth of the high-rise
It was just the death of a dream
Just one-claimed by none yet
It fluttered and burst,
before bleeding dry
But what caused the uproar
was the broken edges;
that showed small fingers-
curled and cold,
from the bluish tinge
that spread fast
...
was not the report from a .22
Nor it was not a head on collision
between two automobiles
in relative speed.
Ask the tiny window cleaner,
dangling mid-air, calculative;
on the twenty fifth of the high-rise
It was just the death of a dream
Just one-claimed by none yet
It fluttered and burst,
before bleeding dry
But what caused the uproar
was the broken edges;
that showed small fingers-
curled and cold,
from the bluish tinge
that spread fast
...
711 reads
2 Comments
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