Submissions by adagio
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Unfortunately, the world is what it is. There is only one of us. I don't play the games to gather a list of fools. I am genuine and don't stampede with the wandering herd. I am my own thinker. BS doesn't fit me.
No Time For Piccadilly

#dark
#erotic
25 reads
...it's my Beetlejuice
..it's my Beetlejuice and not your karaoke
dancing with a shadow and memories
with whimsical pistachio green shells
listening to the coffee pot's concierge
paint mustaches on the ink well's clam
sliding on the escalator without a destinator
it's my Beetlejuice and not your karaoke
dancing with a shadow and memories
with whimsical pistachio green shells
listening to the coffee pot's concierge
paint mustaches on the ink well's clam
sliding on the escalator without a destinator
it's my Beetlejuice and not your karaoke
#identity
#philosophical
23 reads
Freckle on My Pillow
As the moments tick away
of memories from yesterday
sock hops and soda pops
Doo-Wops and Sha Na Na...
tuning in to Wolfman Jack
when egos were a pack of gum
poodle skirts were for flirting
and you wore my Class ring
around your neck...
but bring her home by 9 PM
I was your feller and not a dude
remembering, you chewed pencils
you were my true love and still
until the angels took you away
but I still have one of your freckles
on my pillow
of memories from yesterday
sock hops and soda pops
Doo-Wops and Sha Na Na...
tuning in to Wolfman Jack
when egos were a pack of gum
poodle skirts were for flirting
and you wore my Class ring
around your neck...
but bring her home by 9 PM
I was your feller and not a dude
remembering, you chewed pencils
you were my true love and still
until the angels took you away
but I still have one of your freckles
on my pillow
#love
#memories
37 reads
8 Comments
Lips of My Anchovy

#dark
#erotic
71 reads
4 Comments
of what is
fasten me a dream tracing shadows
with fingers of wings softly touching
over the pillow's rainbow of memories
planting and eulogy of echoes
held at the circumference of life
by grace in the middle of what is...
with fingers of wings softly touching
over the pillow's rainbow of memories
planting and eulogy of echoes
held at the circumference of life
by grace in the middle of what is...
#philosophical
26 reads
0 Comments
Cheating at Rainbows
I have no time or tolerance for fools
or those who cheat at rainbows
dark stands ajar with an open-face
though the silence speaks louder
then the sweeping gross negligence
of the clueless as life passes them by
playing jabberwocky to a shadow
with a catcher's mitt, thinking they are Oz
or those who cheat at rainbows
or those who cheat at rainbows
dark stands ajar with an open-face
though the silence speaks louder
then the sweeping gross negligence
of the clueless as life passes them by
playing jabberwocky to a shadow
with a catcher's mitt, thinking they are Oz
or those who cheat at rainbows
#corruption
#hypocrisy
#morality #deception
#morality #deception
33 reads
4 Comments
Sweet Joe-Pye
Feeling free and belonging
Sweet Joe-Pye-weed
and butterfly
beneath bonnets of trees
to age the nectar
of scented petals moustache
with the windows down
winds awake
Sweet Joe-Pye-weed
and butterfly
listening to my Papa snore
and wink an eye
Sweet Joe-Pye-weed
and butterfly
beneath bonnets of trees
to age the nectar
of scented petals moustache
with the windows down
winds awake
Sweet Joe-Pye-weed
and butterfly
listening to my Papa snore
and wink an eye
#philosophical
34 reads
0 Comments
tasting the needle
..locked in my memories tasting the needle
like a brooch at night sirring the kittle
a picture of your corpse of a fine tickle
in silk stockings as you arouse the weevil
raising the dead from the dark cold shekels
locked in my memories tasting the needle
like a brooch at night sirring the kittle
a picture of your corpse of a fine tickle
in silk stockings as you arouse the weevil
raising the dead from the dark cold shekels
locked in my memories tasting the needle
#dark
#erotic
84 reads
2 Comments
Da Doo Ron Ron
Silencing me twilight with winds of a troubadour
shaking rocks of monotony over my grave
Da Doo Ron Ron no shadow too far
watching cornstalks stumble to greet
with no cud to wallow or cuttle to phone
freezing in this frigging indisposition
waiting for henchmen to free me from this bin
with a rusty old toolbar's jaws of life
now skating on formaldehyde's thin ice
listening to the sounds from the dead letter box
silencing me twilight with winds of a troubadour
Da Doo Ron Ron no shadow too far
shaking rocks of monotony over my grave
Da Doo Ron Ron no shadow too far
watching cornstalks stumble to greet
with no cud to wallow or cuttle to phone
freezing in this frigging indisposition
waiting for henchmen to free me from this bin
with a rusty old toolbar's jaws of life
now skating on formaldehyde's thin ice
listening to the sounds from the dead letter box
silencing me twilight with winds of a troubadour
Da Doo Ron Ron no shadow too far
#dark
42 reads
2 Comments
Antiquated Memories
In the attic of antiquated memories
an old wooden pencil gathering dust
lonely with a mind of its own
no inquisitor to sharpen its bone
listening to silence peeling its paint
to bleed its graphite into the night
listening to the poet below
banging on his frigging Lenovo
using Alternative Intelligence, proving,
no inquisitor to sharpen its bone
an old wooden pencil gathering dust
lonely with a mind of its own
no inquisitor to sharpen its bone
listening to silence peeling its paint
to bleed its graphite into the night
listening to the poet below
banging on his frigging Lenovo
using Alternative Intelligence, proving,
no inquisitor to sharpen its bone
#philosophical
38 reads
2 Comments
olden's short winds
in remembrance of Quasimodo
with the breath of olden's short winds
like unseen presence leaves of dead
driven like ghosts fleeing bones of men
with a little less chin and matted hair
but the character of the man
is in the treetops
with the breath of olden's short winds
like unseen presence leaves of dead
driven like ghosts fleeing bones of men
with a little less chin and matted hair
but the character of the man
is in the treetops
#philosophical
40 reads
2 Comments
Unheard Requiem
Unheard requiem on the silent streets
of shadows falling Autumn leaves
echoing Ave Maria
home from the maddening charade
and the buffoons in memories,
of how we danced
when we were but pages
in the High School Yearbook
of shadows falling Autumn leaves
of shadows falling Autumn leaves
echoing Ave Maria
home from the maddening charade
and the buffoons in memories,
of how we danced
when we were but pages
in the High School Yearbook
of shadows falling Autumn leaves
#spiritual
#philosophical
47 reads
6 Comments
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