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. Secondary ID, "SeanAbbey"
Crushing Me Orange Twilight Rose
Crushing me orange twilight rose
in the dark faux bed lit chamber
from my desk sopping deck
listening to the cock crow
at the window of my squeaking Victrola
and shadows hung by a "danse macabre"
crushing me orange twilight rose
in the dark faux bed lit chamber
from my desk sopping deck
listening to the cock crow
at the window of my squeaking Victrola
and shadows hung by a "danse macabre"
crushing me orange twilight rose
#dark
377 reads
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Nicking Shticks
Send me a song
fifing the dawn
of rainbows
and fiddling the moon
of the fires that burn
turning the key
as shadows comfort me
fifing the dawn
beneath blue denim skies
tinkering with a calliope
of god's musical clouds
nicking schticks of rainbow sticks
fifing the dawn
of rainbows
and fiddling the moon
of the fires that burn
turning the key
as shadows comfort me
fifing the dawn
beneath blue denim skies
tinkering with a calliope
of god's musical clouds
nicking schticks of rainbow sticks
#philosophical
517 reads
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Buckle The Knees
The sounds of the twilight
tucked away in drawers
with shadows on the yew
as autumn whispers winter
with the falling of dew
crossing the bar
the sounds of twilight
buckling the knees in prayers
tucked away in drawers
with shadows on the yew
as autumn whispers winter
with the falling of dew
crossing the bar
the sounds of twilight
buckling the knees in prayers
#philosophical
436 reads
2 Comments
Where It Goes
Love is like a butterfly
it pleases where it goes
finding memories to light on
waiting for one to reply
with frail blue wings
until sundown creeps a tide
and then it dies
till dawn in the sky
it pleases where it goes
finding memories to light on
waiting for one to reply
with frail blue wings
until sundown creeps a tide
and then it dies
till dawn in the sky
#philosophical
465 reads
2 Comments
Hypnagogia
In my Charles Dickens'. Between wakefulness and sleep, lucid in daydreams of hypnagogia. Of goddesses and ageless mascara worn beneath the skin of a flawless mime. Whispering to me in shadows of sleep. In dreams of homily and petite fleur.
With the essence of green tea teardrops. Emanating the mandarin red topaz rose and herbal scent of wellness. Cascading over waterfalls and cataracts in the abbey,
of peace where olive trees grow. In the sanctity of my mind's closure, as eternal sleep steals upon my composing.
With the essence of green tea teardrops. Emanating the mandarin red topaz rose and herbal scent of wellness. Cascading over waterfalls and cataracts in the abbey,
of peace where olive trees grow. In the sanctity of my mind's closure, as eternal sleep steals upon my composing.
#WritingPoetry
594 reads
3 Comments
Moonbeams
Put on your "big boy" pants and tattoos
deal with life without the nonsense
it's time to shed your bullshit and fantasy
of little green men and moonbeams in jars,
misleading from caviar to plastic catheter
deal with life without the nonsense
it's time to shed your bullshit and fantasy
of little green men and moonbeams in jars,
misleading from caviar to plastic catheter
#philosophical
410 reads
From Cacoon
On Heaven's canvas
touching scented braille
from cacoon to mariposa
emerged blue wings
my frail butterfly
like a parasol
neath rainbow sky
feeling God's kiss
touching scented braille
from cacoon to mariposa
emerged blue wings
my frail butterfly
like a parasol
neath rainbow sky
feeling God's kiss
#philosophical
415 reads
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Nest Eggs
Under the treetops
of heaven's nest eggs
the sun meets the dawn
after night's starlit moon
as birds sing songs
over the dews crystal glaze
of heaven's nest eggs
the sun meets the dawn
after night's starlit moon
as birds sing songs
over the dews crystal glaze
#philosophical
508 reads
2 Comments
Night's Pulse
With a shadow of "flat-foot" platypus
giving rise to the dark's ovaries
from the uterus of my poetic mind
conceived by the night's pulse
as thunder howls of hailstones
and flying monkeys scream
in Hell's twilight
giving rise to the dark's ovaries
from the uterus of my poetic mind
conceived by the night's pulse
as thunder howls of hailstones
and flying monkeys scream
in Hell's twilight
#dark
#gothic
415 reads
2 Comments
Everyone Hurts
Everyone hurts sometimes
as the memories exhale
missing you when I breathe
what is remembered, dies
and all that remains is love
as the memories exhale
missing you when I breathe
what is remembered, dies
and all that remains is love
#emotional
#philosophical
653 reads
6 Comments
Sauteed Memories
Sauteed memories
of love's tarragon
in red wine dreams
stirring my mind's roux
of toasted garlic bread
in shadows of velvet sauce
dancing on clouds of béarnaise
of love's tarragon
in red wine dreams
stirring my mind's roux
of toasted garlic bread
in shadows of velvet sauce
dancing on clouds of béarnaise
#romantic
413 reads
Feather's Opera
..of lust's Hypnotica
and lock and key
with death's encore
falling in gravity
to my feather's opera
as memories never die
penned in the mind
of my macabre
at twilight's sobriety
in dark's circumstance
as dawn's death rises
of my eternal dance...
and lock and key
with death's encore
falling in gravity
to my feather's opera
as memories never die
penned in the mind
of my macabre
at twilight's sobriety
in dark's circumstance
as dawn's death rises
of my eternal dance...
#dark
#gothic
444 reads
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