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.
Smudge Pot Still Lingers
My tongue is lonely and my mind is zipped locked
and I'm at a roadblock waiting for my Coca-Cola
with salted peanuts
abandoned by the dark because of the tunnel
with a tuning signal at the end of my prose
looking as if god has thrown in the towel
but the smudge pot still lingers
and a shadow still sits on my laptop screen
looking back at me with strange eyes
wanting me to share my fries and paprika
with my parakeet, Picasso,
in my cage, a little bit of paradise
and I'm at a roadblock waiting for my Coca-Cola
with salted peanuts
abandoned by the dark because of the tunnel
with a tuning signal at the end of my prose
looking as if god has thrown in the towel
but the smudge pot still lingers
and a shadow still sits on my laptop screen
looking back at me with strange eyes
wanting me to share my fries and paprika
with my parakeet, Picasso,
in my cage, a little bit of paradise
#philosophical
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Whimsical Things
Good morning blue skies over jubilation
and poetic libation with my cappuccino
inhaling the bagel of love' mythology
and filling the hole with cream cheese
kayaking down memory lane with merlot
on gossamer wings and whimsical things
sweet as a bean's umber tickling the dawn
from the grinding mill of my soul
down the chimney top to my awakening
with hot spots on my rainbow
and poetic libation with my cappuccino
inhaling the bagel of love' mythology
and filling the hole with cream cheese
kayaking down memory lane with merlot
on gossamer wings and whimsical things
sweet as a bean's umber tickling the dawn
from the grinding mill of my soul
down the chimney top to my awakening
with hot spots on my rainbow
#inspirational
195 reads
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Inlaid Stones
Of inlaid stones in stucco
caressing my bones
and genitals
in this dark tomb
old as the dog
of a broken-down poet
bleached paled in sheets
of death's prognosis
with a vision of Hell
playing politics with E.A. Poe
listening to Cheetos scream, "Foul"
of inlaid stones in stucco
caressing my bones
and genitals
in this dark tomb
old as the dog
of a broken-down poet
bleached paled in sheets
of death's prognosis
with a vision of Hell
playing politics with E.A. Poe
listening to Cheetos scream, "Foul"
of inlaid stones in stucco
#philosophical
288 reads
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Strange As It Seems
In a sequester of dark's beautiful words
relating to the somber, full of shadows
creeping up my thighs with its tongue
bringing with it melancholia and ties
to the inkwell's quiver
screaming from the megaphone
of woodwinds and saints
circumcised by the echoes
plagued by shadows in death's arabesque
over the twilight Fata Morgana
in my mind's window strange as it seems
of life's little guacamole stone
creeping up my thighs with its tongue
relating to the somber, full of shadows
creeping up my thighs with its tongue
bringing with it melancholia and ties
to the inkwell's quiver
screaming from the megaphone
of woodwinds and saints
circumcised by the echoes
plagued by shadows in death's arabesque
over the twilight Fata Morgana
in my mind's window strange as it seems
of life's little guacamole stone
creeping up my thighs with its tongue
#philosophical
200 reads
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Self-Rising Biscuit
A misnomer I claim
my destiny's shrill
as night comes twilight
with eyes of life
and I on a wheel
a stage of awakening
to life's experiment
of spiritual notions
giving me the will
of poetic tribulation
putting verse
before my curse
a macabre marmalade
on a self-rising biscuit
my destiny's shrill
as night comes twilight
with eyes of life
and I on a wheel
a stage of awakening
to life's experiment
of spiritual notions
giving me the will
of poetic tribulation
putting verse
before my curse
a macabre marmalade
on a self-rising biscuit
#philosophical
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Twilight's Latte
Sweet the taste of twilight's latte
of shadows on the breasts of midnight
without dark magenta of dementia
death is forgiving, life but an echo
gleaming upon a cup so delicious
with trickle-down Splenda
sweet the taste of twilight's latte
of shadows on the breasts of midnight
without dark magenta of dementia
death is forgiving, life but an echo
gleaming upon a cup so delicious
with trickle-down Splenda
sweet the taste of twilight's latte
#philosophical
200 reads
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Crack In The Clock
Just a crack in the clock
but my soul is deep
veiled by shadows
hiding loneliness alone
of twilight dreams
as silence screams
lost within my entity
calling my name
weeping willingly
beneath the canopy
with no windows or doors
just a teardrop
touched by the darkness
the reflection of the night
a smile to remember
of the crimson red rose
now poppuri of ashes
as the dust settles on my soul
swing low sweet Pendulum
veiled by shadows
but my soul is deep
veiled by shadows
hiding loneliness alone
of twilight dreams
as silence screams
lost within my entity
calling my name
weeping willingly
beneath the canopy
with no windows or doors
just a teardrop
touched by the darkness
the reflection of the night
a smile to remember
of the crimson red rose
now poppuri of ashes
as the dust settles on my soul
swing low sweet Pendulum
veiled by shadows
#philosophical
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Ghosts In My Blood
When the ghosts in my blood sleep
in a sea of frozen salt
the curfew of the dead tolls
my poetic synopsis at roll call
listening to the blustering wind
at the end of the tunnel
where the light of the candle flicker
life's little echo...
now who will replace the Fritos
when the ghosts in my blood sleep
in a sea of frozen salt
the curfew of the dead tolls
my poetic synopsis at roll call
listening to the blustering wind
at the end of the tunnel
where the light of the candle flicker
life's little echo...
now who will replace the Fritos
when the ghosts in my blood sleep
#dark
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Mayhaps
Mayhaps the aroma
of dark sticking
to my cappuccino
masquerading
shedding twilight
dressed as a dream
here come the bagel
in my sleep
head and shoulders above
dogeared to the bone
of dark sticking
to my guava...
masquerading
of dark sticking
to my cappuccino
masquerading
shedding twilight
dressed as a dream
here come the bagel
in my sleep
head and shoulders above
dogeared to the bone
of dark sticking
to my guava...
masquerading
#WritingPoetry
#philosophical
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Quill Of Prey
#dark
#erotic
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Ornament of Chastity
In the closeness of my cage
bringing down such punishment
steel ornament of chastity
seared by the burning rose
of twilight's pleasured pain
in body and mind, wed tonight
giving you my heart of desire
steel ornament of chastity
bringing down such punishment
steel ornament of chastity
seared by the burning rose
of twilight's pleasured pain
in body and mind, wed tonight
giving you my heart of desire
steel ornament of chastity
#erotic
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Fastidious Twilight
#erotic
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