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.
Twilight Peignoir
In intimacy embracing a twilight peignoir
encroaching a seductive lamia's minuet
with a shadow of a poetic sterile bijou
and it's limpid breath decomposing flesh
listing to the starboard side of life
and the harmonious souls echoing
in intimacy embracing a twilight peignoir
encroaching a seductive lamia's minuet
with a shadow of a poetic sterile bijou
and it's limpid breath decomposing flesh
listing to the starboard side of life
and the harmonious souls echoing
in intimacy embracing a twilight peignoir
#dark
#erotic
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Ghosts in Them Thar Hills
"There ghosts in them thar hills."
Getting off on my mischievous
with a catharsis for my soul
of ambidextrous love
ergo the silence of the quill
Listening to liturgy screaming
a satirical death waiting
playing a funky instrumental
dancing with the elves
getting off on my mischievous.
"There ghosts in them thar hills"
Getting off on my mischievous
with a catharsis for my soul
of ambidextrous love
ergo the silence of the quill
Listening to liturgy screaming
a satirical death waiting
playing a funky instrumental
dancing with the elves
getting off on my mischievous.
"There ghosts in them thar hills"
#dark
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Dawn of Pushpins
Bleeding the rain streaking the window pane red.
In your hands, my soul, in solemn nights. Strings of a
cello chastising my melancholia from the quill of the
Apothecary as the powder of dust rubs off onto
my grave. Leaving a scent of hysteria chained to the
inkwell, with the lusting of a sentimental fool.
Mourning the dawn of pushpins and shadows of
Hydrangeas on my wall. Listening to insomnia
clinging to my insanity. Thinking I heard the canary
fall.
In your hands, my soul, in solemn nights. Strings of a
cello chastising my melancholia from the quill of the
Apothecary as the powder of dust rubs off onto
my grave. Leaving a scent of hysteria chained to the
inkwell, with the lusting of a sentimental fool.
Mourning the dawn of pushpins and shadows of
Hydrangeas on my wall. Listening to insomnia
clinging to my insanity. Thinking I heard the canary
fall.
#dark
#shadows
#silence #emptiness
#silence #emptiness
107 reads
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Scented Guillotine - with deliabear
So wilted, the worn withers of a fragile rose.
From my mind's darkening cartouche.
Now just petals of death, chilled by autumn's breath.
The descent of sweet sorrow is in the forest gaze.
Beneath the twilight's haunting blaze.
Perfumed with scented guillotine.
The leaves shuffled to their death.
A potpourri bouquet.
To adorn the arrival of a blizzard
of broken yesterday's.
That drip is a poetic caviar.
From my mind's darkening cartouche.
Emotions twinkle with September's craze.
Beneath the twilight's...
From my mind's darkening cartouche.
Now just petals of death, chilled by autumn's breath.
The descent of sweet sorrow is in the forest gaze.
Beneath the twilight's haunting blaze.
Perfumed with scented guillotine.
The leaves shuffled to their death.
A potpourri bouquet.
To adorn the arrival of a blizzard
of broken yesterday's.
That drip is a poetic caviar.
From my mind's darkening cartouche.
Emotions twinkle with September's craze.
Beneath the twilight's...
#gothic
#collaboration
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Of Beaucoup
Of beaucoup, I am, deeper thought
"Oh oh oh, running tummy Grunions"
Twisted as the halyard sticks rising
On the starboard side of twilight
With my cutlass worn to naught
From a different tablecloth
Of beaucoup, I am, deeper thought
"Oh oh oh, running tummy Grunions"
Twisted as the halyard sticks rising
On the starboard side of twilight
With my cutlass worn to naught
From a different tablecloth
Of beaucoup, I am, deeper thought
#anger
#dark
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Heir of Vines
Touch me, sweet cedar, mine
With a warm sapling tongue
And the heir of vines
Haunting me, oh Nightingale
Don't leave me here to pine
In deep cold shadows of woods
When the dawn is on the dew
And echoes follow, in kind
With a warm sapling tongue
And the heir of vines
Haunting me, oh Nightingale
Don't leave me here to pine
In deep cold shadows of woods
When the dawn is on the dew
And echoes follow, in kind
#nature
#spiritual
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Tickling Ear
Gravitational waves in translation
haunting memories of the Evergreens
and raindrops falling on quilted leaves
Listening to the sounds of nature
and Symphony of Cicada caroling
Tickling ear with keys to Autumn's night
holding hands with twin sisters of Evergreens...
Waiting on the coffee pot
haunting memories of the Evergreens
and raindrops falling on quilted leaves
Listening to the sounds of nature
and Symphony of Cicada caroling
Tickling ear with keys to Autumn's night
holding hands with twin sisters of Evergreens...
Waiting on the coffee pot
#inspirational
#nature
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The Silent Lands
..then the memories
came the rain
cascading down the pane
bringing tears
and echoes far away
of dreadnoughts chasing fears
from the silent lands
into the archives
whispering, my cries
then the memories
came the rain
cascading down the pane
bringing tears
and echoes far away
of dreadnoughts chasing fears
from the silent lands
into the archives
whispering, my cries
then the memories
#spiritual
73 reads
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Blue Garter Melancholia
Blue Garter melancholia cashmere
held by the scent of Benedictine on rye
and a collection of whispers
Pulling me close into your basket
of tainted thirst to my ear
from the succulent tongue
and a collection of whispers
Abandoning the verse
with the ominous candle
held by the scent of Benedictine on rye
Blue Garter melancholia cashmere
held by the scent of Benedictine on rye
and a collection of whispers
Pulling me close into your basket
of tainted thirst to my ear
from the succulent tongue
and a collection of whispers
Abandoning the verse
with the ominous candle
held by the scent of Benedictine on rye
Blue Garter melancholia cashmere
#romantic
#erotic
#sensual
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Poetic Jubilee
#dark
#erotic
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Waiting For Mother Goose
Three sheets to the wind using a chainsaw. A slave
to the dark's poetic pencil with a broken eraser
confessing to the jester burning both ends of the
candle. Scribbling porn and masturbating to a
shadow as my insanity shows a ten on the Richter
scale. Listening to a cricket sipping a Margarita
through a straw, singing, "Jimmy crack corn."
Watching reruns of Gumby and Pokey waiting for
Mother Goose. Three sheets to the wind using a
chainsaw.
to the dark's poetic pencil with a broken eraser
confessing to the jester burning both ends of the
candle. Scribbling porn and masturbating to a
shadow as my insanity shows a ten on the Richter
scale. Listening to a cricket sipping a Margarita
through a straw, singing, "Jimmy crack corn."
Watching reruns of Gumby and Pokey waiting for
Mother Goose. Three sheets to the wind using a
chainsaw.
#dark
#erotic
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Cat's Cradles Ago
Shades of green with many faces of dreams
And the marinated grilled Portobello caps
Silhouetted shadows in nature's portmanteau
With the siblings of verses to quote
Of bookends and spiritual antidotes
With the harmonious laughter of wildflowers
Like marionettes of insomnia leaves dancing
Among the warm thermostats of lemongrass
Listening to echoes of many Cats Cradles ago
Of bookends and spiritual antidotes
And the marinated grilled Portobello caps
Silhouetted shadows in nature's portmanteau
With the siblings of verses to quote
Of bookends and spiritual antidotes
With the harmonious laughter of wildflowers
Like marionettes of insomnia leaves dancing
Among the warm thermostats of lemongrass
Listening to echoes of many Cats Cradles ago
Of bookends and spiritual antidotes
#nature
#philosophical
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