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.
Lost Words In Shoebox
Finding words that became lost
staying mum to remain silent
forgotten how to open
now locked without a key
discovering the lost words
in an uninhabited shoe box
with memories and a prayer
and a soul whispering...
I love you
staying mum to remain silent
forgotten how to open
now locked without a key
discovering the lost words
in an uninhabited shoe box
with memories and a prayer
and a soul whispering...
I love you
#spiritual
150 reads
4 Comments
Auld Lang Syne
On the radio, a Rinso Blue laundry detergent
as the corpses stacked up on stainless steel
scraping off the stains on the rubber wheels
juices dripping from death's little chihuahua
before they reach the water, the raven seeks
a close encounter with the cadaver leaks
miming the mortician on the radio, listening,
to ghost, as the collaborator keeps on singing...
"Auld Lang Syne."
as the corpses stacked up on stainless steel
scraping off the stains on the rubber wheels
juices dripping from death's little chihuahua
before they reach the water, the raven seeks
a close encounter with the cadaver leaks
miming the mortician on the radio, listening,
to ghost, as the collaborator keeps on singing...
"Auld Lang Syne."
#dark
111 reads
2 Comments
Jaded Thorns
#dark
#erotic
128 reads
0 Comments
Love's Opera
A scented Minuet
of fragrance,
floating in the withers,
of twilight's perfume
with a touché
of condiments,
neath the stairway
of amour
in a dreamer's waltz
whispering a bouquet,
of Autumn's ecstasy,
faire la fête, to party
soothing the thoughts
unfolding love's opera,
echoing dew drops
of twilight's perfume
of fragrance,
floating in the withers,
of twilight's perfume
with a touché
of condiments,
neath the stairway
of amour
in a dreamer's waltz
whispering a bouquet,
of Autumn's ecstasy,
faire la fête, to party
soothing the thoughts
unfolding love's opera,
echoing dew drops
of twilight's perfume
#love
#romantic
139 reads
2 Comments
Slinging The Kitty
One has to marinate their flip-flops overnight after experiencing a tsunami when the septic tank backs up flooding our single-wide trailer. Peeling back the linoleum floor we bought at the railroad salvage yard. But! I was thinking positively.
The turnips in the garden had given up the ghost and vampire chickens could be heard scratching at night. Granny was scraping the shingles off Grandpa's shoulders The canary's vasectomy changed his voice and he didn't tweet like Barry Manilow any longer.
Eating a declawed cloned pickle loaf sandwich that Granny had made...
The turnips in the garden had given up the ghost and vampire chickens could be heard scratching at night. Granny was scraping the shingles off Grandpa's shoulders The canary's vasectomy changed his voice and he didn't tweet like Barry Manilow any longer.
Eating a declawed cloned pickle loaf sandwich that Granny had made...
#funny
141 reads
2 Comments
Zombies, Among Wallflowers
Not knowing Shakespeare or Marlowe,
wanting to dance, playing D'Artagnan,
zombies among the wallflowers
as they run their hamster wheel,
rejected by life's little pleasures,
leading with a carrot, until,
chasing their own ghost
wanting to dance, playing D'Artagnan,
zombies among the wallflowers
as they run their hamster wheel,
rejected by life's little pleasures,
leading with a carrot, until,
chasing their own ghost
#corruption
#ignorance
#deception
157 reads
2 Comments
Haunted By The Weeds
Haunted by the weeds, dripping,
with the tinctures of life's dry gin
from the nocturnes of my mind
whispering the quill, etching,
memories haunted by the weeds
of sunsets and avenging twilights
in the archives of my epiphany
with the tinctures of life's dry gin
with the tinctures of life's dry gin
from the nocturnes of my mind
whispering the quill, etching,
memories haunted by the weeds
of sunsets and avenging twilights
in the archives of my epiphany
with the tinctures of life's dry gin
#spiritual
#confessional
#philosophical
137 reads
7 Comments
Cadence of My Soul
What mortal's cadence swims
memories of my soul, listening,
to the rhythms dance,
in dreamless sleep
of my haunting reincarnation
in one long breath of cadence,
what am I, in translation,
of Apocrypha's philosophy
and accentuations, departing,
memories of my soul, listening,
to the rhythms dance
memories of my soul, listening,
to the rhythms dance,
in dreamless sleep
of my haunting reincarnation
in one long breath of cadence,
what am I, in translation,
of Apocrypha's philosophy
and accentuations, departing,
memories of my soul, listening,
to the rhythms dance
#philosophical
120 reads
2 Comments
Forgotten Yesterdays
As the wind maidens rain on the window pane
a haunting silence capturing my imagination
of untamed stirring shadows exploring
the stillness of nature's whispering epiphany
with the bunting fabric of flying leaves
listening to the echoes of the Aeolian harp
wearing the jackets of winter's green
remembering the forgotten yesterdays
a haunting silence capturing my imagination
of untamed stirring shadows exploring
the stillness of nature's whispering epiphany
with the bunting fabric of flying leaves
listening to the echoes of the Aeolian harp
wearing the jackets of winter's green
remembering the forgotten yesterdays
#inspirational
#nature
#philosophical
115 reads
2 Comments
Yoke of Twilight's Obscenity
In the yoke of twilight's obscenity
consumed by the fetus
fifing out of tune beating its chest
giving rise to the old moon
with its obsidian eyes
the penguins follow
into depths of the long night
of the pale poet Lauréat
from the vaulted carnality
luring the petticoats
lusting the flesh
in the yoke of twilight's obscenity
consumed by the fetus
fifing out of tune beating its chest
giving rise to the old moon
with its obsidian eyes
the penguins follow
into depths of the long night
of the pale poet Lauréat
from the vaulted carnality
luring the petticoats
lusting the flesh
in the yoke of twilight's obscenity
#dark
#erotic
127 reads
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Hoodwinked by Cowbell
Hoodwinked by a wench ringing a cowbell
playing pickleball with Death's Mademoiselle
as her oyster scents of Chanel
and a charlotte russe of sweet Adele
in a humidor of a macabre grey shell
ratcheting my fate as my shadow goes pale
playing pickleball with Death's Mademoiselle
as her oyster scents of Chanel
and a charlotte russe of sweet Adele
in a humidor of a macabre grey shell
ratcheting my fate as my shadow goes pale
#dark
#erotic
161 reads
2 Comments
Lunacy and Parcheesi
As lunacy is your life's Parcheesi
and "Hi-ho, the derry-o"
cheating your squeezy
listening to the Ouija
as your Cutty Sark shrinks
into the abyss of a tetanus
conversing with an empty glass
of silent cutlery and spoons
as you nurse your insanity
bringing home the loons
and "Hi-ho, the derry-o"
cheating your squeezy
listening to the Ouija
as your Cutty Sark shrinks
into the abyss of a tetanus
conversing with an empty glass
of silent cutlery and spoons
as you nurse your insanity
bringing home the loons
#lies
#greed
#hypocrisy #culture
#hypocrisy #culture
119 reads
4 Comments
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