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.
Pulse of Life Reflecting
No voices in silent illumination
but wonderous eyes to share
awakening to nature's creation
inspiring me to follow the light
of The Maker's luminosity
through a prism's reflection
feeling the pulse of life
but wonderous eyes to share
awakening to nature's creation
inspiring me to follow the light
of The Maker's luminosity
through a prism's reflection
feeling the pulse of life
#philosophical
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Over The Divine Willow
Fashion me a pattern
and name it Sandi
a rainbow in eggshell blue
of fine porcelain
beneath the setting sun
over the divine willow
sprinkling it with memories
inside the rainbow
laying softly in the breeze
over the divine willow
in a séance with Sandi
and name it Sandi
a rainbow in eggshell blue
of fine porcelain
beneath the setting sun
over the divine willow
sprinkling it with memories
inside the rainbow
laying softly in the breeze
over the divine willow
in a séance with Sandi
#spiritual
#philosophical
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Moonless Picasso
On a moonless Picasso night, discovering the essence.
A wick to night's lantern flame burning silently. Blushing,
red as if two souls touching in Autumn with a memory
of lasting love. By any other name is yours to flame,
giving me lasting in the darkness of stillness.
A wick to night's lantern flame burning silently. Blushing,
red as if two souls touching in Autumn with a memory
of lasting love. By any other name is yours to flame,
giving me lasting in the darkness of stillness.
#love
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Conveniently Trendy
Blasphemy of the Holy Communion
and the "Bourgeois," sipping brandy
and hypocrisy of those with a boner,
profanity their name, punking society
unshackled by the seed of the devil
the nectar of the penis calling it trendy
to castrate your gender, naming the freak...
Hermaphrodite
and the "Bourgeois," sipping brandy
and hypocrisy of those with a boner,
profanity their name, punking society
unshackled by the seed of the devil
the nectar of the penis calling it trendy
to castrate your gender, naming the freak...
Hermaphrodite
#dark
#erotic
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Getting My Scurvy Up
#erotic
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Roundhouse of Mirrors to Jumpin' Jack Flash
Fools going to be marionettes
in their roundhouse of mirrors
as they pirouette
for they have nothing to lose
as timeless deceivers
for in their minds, they fiddle
and we must dance
to their Jumpin' Jack Flash
but soon the road will end
when Judgement arises
in their roundhouse of mirrors
as they pirouette
in their roundhouse of mirrors
as they pirouette
for they have nothing to lose
as timeless deceivers
for in their minds, they fiddle
and we must dance
to their Jumpin' Jack Flash
but soon the road will end
when Judgement arises
in their roundhouse of mirrors
as they pirouette
#lies
#hypocrisy
#manipulation
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Never Ending Flight Of Stairs
Once upon a ragdoll non-porcelain or glass
silence on a pillow trending shade of adieu
hungry for the souls of god fellows
fraying seams of paper mache memories
in your lonely and talcum-burn eyes
across death's fata morgana
a never-ending flight of stairs
lucid shadow at my window
with the sultry fragrance of myrrh
praying for Babylon
in a stream of inflammation
as life begins to fade
to the schism of my yesterday
and scenarios, dreaming
a never-ending flight of stairs
silence on a pillow trending shade of adieu
hungry for the souls of god fellows
fraying seams of paper mache memories
in your lonely and talcum-burn eyes
across death's fata morgana
a never-ending flight of stairs
lucid shadow at my window
with the sultry fragrance of myrrh
praying for Babylon
in a stream of inflammation
as life begins to fade
to the schism of my yesterday
and scenarios, dreaming
a never-ending flight of stairs
#dark
#philosophical
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Corroded Delirium
On moonlit graze and barbed wire
in my mind's corroded delirium
all alone in my aged old woolies
gathering death's frost burn
echoes knocking on twilight's door
with a force of death dark harkens
a cold hearth of chimney stone
candles dripping glooming pixels
as the coroner studies my bones
in my mind's corroded delirium
all alone in my aged old woolies
gathering death's frost burn
echoes knocking on twilight's door
with a force of death dark harkens
a cold hearth of chimney stone
candles dripping glooming pixels
as the coroner studies my bones
#dark
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Snippets
Unveiling hearthstones of nature
in autumn's snippets,
dreaming, fleeting of the winds.
Holding on to the cauterization,
where leaves meet sticks.
Silencing the rain harps
in the forest that sleeps.
Striving to be a tree
with an acorn, dreaming,
in autumn's snippets,
dreaming, fleeting of the winds.
Holding on to the cauterization,
where leaves meet sticks.
Silencing the rain harps
in the forest that sleeps.
Striving to be a tree
with an acorn, dreaming,
#nature
#philosophical
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Love To Eyes Awakening
In the forest of mythical gray gown
with eyes that love to eyes awakening
misty woven twilight flaming red
of hushing winds falling the veil
taking wings that are the rose
as the amulet of nature turns to gold
touched by the shadow of God
in the forest of mythical gray gown
with eyes that love to eyes awakening
misty woven twilight flaming red
of hushing winds falling the veil
taking wings that are the rose
as the amulet of nature turns to gold
touched by the shadow of God
in the forest of mythical gray gown
#nature
#spiritual
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Full Throttle At Nocturne
Slipping free of my shadow
with full throttle at nocturne
at the speed of a swallow
loosening the manes
crossing the bar
with rising tides of inquiry
in conversation with myself
where seasons begin
and shadows become ghosts
with full throttle at nocturne
with full throttle at nocturne
at the speed of a swallow
loosening the manes
crossing the bar
with rising tides of inquiry
in conversation with myself
where seasons begin
and shadows become ghosts
with full throttle at nocturne
#inspirational
#philosophical
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Tabletop Of Memories
Over tabletop of memories
of my youth
rainbows had whistles
over trestles
old poets had songs
in a sea of nights
and I said my prayers
Now the tabletop is gone
and my hair is white
rainbows still have whistles
but there are storms on the streets
and many have lost their ways
but I still say my prayers
to the man upstairs
of my youth
rainbows had whistles
over trestles
old poets had songs
in a sea of nights
and I said my prayers
Now the tabletop is gone
and my hair is white
rainbows still have whistles
but there are storms on the streets
and many have lost their ways
but I still say my prayers
to the man upstairs
#identity
#memories
#ignorance
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