Submissions by Whitewand6
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Nov 2011 5:39pm
8th Nov 2011 5:39pm
The motel song
Oh! They just come and go
like unfriendly heat rashes
they nudge-nibble-neglect
and cry and crib and sob
and flail and wail and scream
while you look at them rocking slowly
on the cane chair with a pained smile
they hurl and hit and tear and shread
the aquarium dies and the fish leap
to death-with blank black eyes
and still they fling and fall and fumble
they ask answers-they call names
crumpled paper balls on the floor
give you company until the storm subsides
'Its over', comes the reply-final as death
you can't...
like unfriendly heat rashes
they nudge-nibble-neglect
and cry and crib and sob
and flail and wail and scream
while you look at them rocking slowly
on the cane chair with a pained smile
they hurl and hit and tear and shread
the aquarium dies and the fish leap
to death-with blank black eyes
and still they fling and fall and fumble
they ask answers-they call names
crumpled paper balls on the floor
give you company until the storm subsides
'Its over', comes the reply-final as death
you can't...
745 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Nov 2011 8:29pm
6th Nov 2011 8:29pm
Good Morning
One walk of a glance across the street
and I have a gloomy, heavy feeling
in my shrinking heart which does not say
rather conveys the stabbing mounting doubt
if there has been any invention called melody
and any discovery known as joy and laughter
also it questions do we still breathe to live
or have we switched to having life to just breathe
A planet of redundant sleepwalkers or
w h a t e v e r
and I am back in my room
having downed a couple
with the blinds down
and the sun hiding ...
and I have a gloomy, heavy feeling
in my shrinking heart which does not say
rather conveys the stabbing mounting doubt
if there has been any invention called melody
and any discovery known as joy and laughter
also it questions do we still breathe to live
or have we switched to having life to just breathe
A planet of redundant sleepwalkers or
w h a t e v e r
and I am back in my room
having downed a couple
with the blinds down
and the sun hiding ...
820 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Nov 2011 3:45pm
5th Nov 2011 3:45pm
Charged by the second
Welcome! My dear fiend
hope all is well for you
how are you coping now?
Are you getting used to
seeing the underside of everything?
How about the disorganized bedlam
and the box of pills by the bed lamp
and the colossal egotism
of your own self did you realize?
Very well then! Signs of progress!
So living this life can you correlate to
a phantom remora of shadowy phantasms?
or see the ever-changing ink blot patterns
on an obliterated sky? My friend?
Outstanding! And have you noticed
anything new about...
hope all is well for you
how are you coping now?
Are you getting used to
seeing the underside of everything?
How about the disorganized bedlam
and the box of pills by the bed lamp
and the colossal egotism
of your own self did you realize?
Very well then! Signs of progress!
So living this life can you correlate to
a phantom remora of shadowy phantasms?
or see the ever-changing ink blot patterns
on an obliterated sky? My friend?
Outstanding! And have you noticed
anything new about...
1022 reads
8 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
4th Nov 2011 7:16pm
4th Nov 2011 7:16pm
The alchemist and the urn
Words hurt
Distance matters or not
The root of unfocus
and dreams of locust ridden expanse
of dying gold under dancing gray
The mind envisions and constructs
Blood travels, rushing and gushing
I pour myself into every nook and cranny
you melt in the hard nothing but me
The potted plants and the beaded hair
the morning cup of Darjeeling with ginger
Every act
every moment is
a memory
a scene
a portrait
a bubble
We are a cocoon
a multiverse
My eyes are your nest ...
Distance matters or not
The root of unfocus
and dreams of locust ridden expanse
of dying gold under dancing gray
The mind envisions and constructs
Blood travels, rushing and gushing
I pour myself into every nook and cranny
you melt in the hard nothing but me
The potted plants and the beaded hair
the morning cup of Darjeeling with ginger
Every act
every moment is
a memory
a scene
a portrait
a bubble
We are a cocoon
a multiverse
My eyes are your nest ...
955 reads
8 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
4th Nov 2011 7:09pm
4th Nov 2011 7:09pm
Love letter
Be my earth
let me be your earthworm
Be my valley
let me be your ocher shrubs
Let me blossom
let me burst and manifold
Be my body
let me be your soul
Guiding, yielding, fulfilling
I long to be born in you
beyond and forever
and nourish you
as you nurture me
Yes-Love needs
a body
a voice
a phallus
Love needs a sky-
nude and endless
Love transcends
beyond transparency
Love permeates
beyond permanence
Our love binds...
let me be your earthworm
Be my valley
let me be your ocher shrubs
Let me blossom
let me burst and manifold
Be my body
let me be your soul
Guiding, yielding, fulfilling
I long to be born in you
beyond and forever
and nourish you
as you nurture me
Yes-Love needs
a body
a voice
a phallus
Love needs a sky-
nude and endless
Love transcends
beyond transparency
Love permeates
beyond permanence
Our love binds...
1113 reads
10 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
4th Nov 2011 8:40am
4th Nov 2011 8:40am
Alchemy of desire
The helpless ripping mouths
The stoic frozen pain
The mementos of harsh desire
The monochrome in Gaussian blur
The crimson of the shredded membrane
The beyond of the midnight rainbow
The corrosion of the centres of gravity
and the dissection of the smudged field of vision
into the rhapsody of ‘chroma’
-
Endless sheets of life transpire
conjugal with the agony and ecstasy
of the byzantine union under the veiled moon
Skin tingles and shimmers and burns
petals of light bleed into ephemera ...
The stoic frozen pain
The mementos of harsh desire
The monochrome in Gaussian blur
The crimson of the shredded membrane
The beyond of the midnight rainbow
The corrosion of the centres of gravity
and the dissection of the smudged field of vision
into the rhapsody of ‘chroma’
-
Endless sheets of life transpire
conjugal with the agony and ecstasy
of the byzantine union under the veiled moon
Skin tingles and shimmers and burns
petals of light bleed into ephemera ...
992 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
4th Nov 2011 7:51am
4th Nov 2011 7:51am
e p h e m e r a
The first serenade
down the river with the soft murmur
of icy cold water providing concerti
as the heat rose and down traveled the skin
a tingling shiver
The first touch
in the mangrove-colossal Sal trunks
standing tall-bestowing the reliving shade
as an ideal-wordless audience and along the flowers
fresh-deciduous blossomed love
The first love making
in the bamboo jungle-furtive-wild-rushed
on a bed of fallen flowers with the tall green arrows
kissing the sky from the open quiver and the...
down the river with the soft murmur
of icy cold water providing concerti
as the heat rose and down traveled the skin
a tingling shiver
The first touch
in the mangrove-colossal Sal trunks
standing tall-bestowing the reliving shade
as an ideal-wordless audience and along the flowers
fresh-deciduous blossomed love
The first love making
in the bamboo jungle-furtive-wild-rushed
on a bed of fallen flowers with the tall green arrows
kissing the sky from the open quiver and the...
853 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
3rd Nov 2011 3:56pm
3rd Nov 2011 3:56pm
Sense and Sensibility- Five parts
S I G H T
What turns you on
The sight of a pubescent belle
The nimble nubile form hunched over the rail
The long legs in Library reading Byron
Or the tantalizing cleavage
The bathing slum Cinderella
The mahogany coloured calves
The visible haunches by the open sewage
What holds your sight
A drop of sweat trickling down her neck
An unsuspecting mother feeding her baby
Long silky tresses dancing in the breeze
or may be the willowy figurine
strolling down the lake
or the oblivious...
What turns you on
The sight of a pubescent belle
The nimble nubile form hunched over the rail
The long legs in Library reading Byron
Or the tantalizing cleavage
The bathing slum Cinderella
The mahogany coloured calves
The visible haunches by the open sewage
What holds your sight
A drop of sweat trickling down her neck
An unsuspecting mother feeding her baby
Long silky tresses dancing in the breeze
or may be the willowy figurine
strolling down the lake
or the oblivious...
1126 reads
12 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
3rd Nov 2011 5:14am
3rd Nov 2011 5:14am
Frozen Frame
The shreds of broken china
The dying bubbles of floored champagne
The half soaked mauve carpet
The half burnt scented candle
The upturned gleaming stiletto
The key chain in the Plexiglas aquarium
The troubled expression of the slow gold fish
The half open wooden cabinet
The fluttering Prussian blue curtain
The cork lying by the unused napkin
The shredded cocktail dress on the table
The stained satin sheet dragged till the chair
The airborne velvet gift wrapper
The slow moving opaque glass window
The faint whiff of French...
The dying bubbles of floored champagne
The half soaked mauve carpet
The half burnt scented candle
The upturned gleaming stiletto
The key chain in the Plexiglas aquarium
The troubled expression of the slow gold fish
The half open wooden cabinet
The fluttering Prussian blue curtain
The cork lying by the unused napkin
The shredded cocktail dress on the table
The stained satin sheet dragged till the chair
The airborne velvet gift wrapper
The slow moving opaque glass window
The faint whiff of French...
854 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Nov 2011 10:05am
2nd Nov 2011 10:05am
Love: Indefinite
Love
A maze
A swindle-a trickster
A sadist master
An intense spell
A mountain range
which never ends
A giant amorphous amoeba
changing-evolving
bitter-distant
brittle-constant
The long song
that never stops
the lone silhouette
that never leaves
The blinding white room
in the murkiest part
of your mind
Love-the receptacle
with million proboscises
that get attached to you
seeking-flowing-united
Love-the empty ocean
of airless ecstasy ...
A maze
A swindle-a trickster
A sadist master
An intense spell
A mountain range
which never ends
A giant amorphous amoeba
changing-evolving
bitter-distant
brittle-constant
The long song
that never stops
the lone silhouette
that never leaves
The blinding white room
in the murkiest part
of your mind
Love-the receptacle
with million proboscises
that get attached to you
seeking-flowing-united
Love-the empty ocean
of airless ecstasy ...
993 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
1st Nov 2011 10:43pm
1st Nov 2011 10:43pm
In between siestas…
As the fluttering curtain
invades the stoic silence
I catch a smudged reflection
which gasps as you climax
on the new bed-surrounded by sheets-
crumpled and creased
as the old classics stare at me
their yellowed pages a forlorn story
the smell seemingly a distant memory
cornered by the overpowering stench
of carnal love-
unadulterated and slow
thick-salty spurts of life
fed into a moist cave-
sacred-seething
with the heat controlled by
medulla oblongata
Your willowy legs snake around me ...
invades the stoic silence
I catch a smudged reflection
which gasps as you climax
on the new bed-surrounded by sheets-
crumpled and creased
as the old classics stare at me
their yellowed pages a forlorn story
the smell seemingly a distant memory
cornered by the overpowering stench
of carnal love-
unadulterated and slow
thick-salty spurts of life
fed into a moist cave-
sacred-seething
with the heat controlled by
medulla oblongata
Your willowy legs snake around me ...
957 reads
10 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
1st Nov 2011 10:20pm
1st Nov 2011 10:20pm
Consummation
eyes worm
bubbles glow
synapses sparkle
retina bleeds
imagination blooms
as life kicks in
at the caesura
of the small naval
counterpointing
the serrated comma
the womb sings
an opus of fulfillment
soul dances on tiptoes
as the body becomes
a collage
of the collective immediacy
of emotions
it is the seamless beyond
of senses
a gamma burst of white
superlative
bubbles glow
synapses sparkle
retina bleeds
imagination blooms
as life kicks in
at the caesura
of the small naval
counterpointing
the serrated comma
the womb sings
an opus of fulfillment
soul dances on tiptoes
as the body becomes
a collage
of the collective immediacy
of emotions
it is the seamless beyond
of senses
a gamma burst of white
superlative
971 reads
10 Comments
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