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.
Rose-Briar Rose
Snuggery me a tea dream in spiritual serenade
above the clouds rising a scented myrrh
in nature's gazebo and Heaven's Fair
growing wise with apostles in sleeping arms
embracing the equinox of poetic intoxication
in the rose-briar woods of Elysian Fields
above the clouds rising a scented myrrh
in nature's gazebo and Heaven's Fair
growing wise with apostles in sleeping arms
embracing the equinox of poetic intoxication
in the rose-briar woods of Elysian Fields
#inspirational
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Deep Dark Whiskey In The Paint
Showing no eloquence in Gotham
of my misbehaving eccentricities
dwelling in nightmares of all fears
of tongue in cheek
deep dark whiskey in the paint
as insanity is my mind's bordello
divorcing dawn's mendacity
as cicadas dethrone life's mediocrity
with no pampering the middle class
my words, according to scuttlebutt
deep dark whiskey in the paint
of my misbehaving eccentricities
dwelling in nightmares of all fears
of tongue in cheek
deep dark whiskey in the paint
as insanity is my mind's bordello
divorcing dawn's mendacity
as cicadas dethrone life's mediocrity
with no pampering the middle class
my words, according to scuttlebutt
deep dark whiskey in the paint
#dark
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Beneath Nature's Wings
Getting my nude on
beneath the Hippocratic eyes
of dubious doubters
who have lost bouquets
being the squatters
to observe the nakedness
of you and I
focusing on the shadow of my being
into the midst of recurring dreams
my own Michelangelo
and not someone's Salomé
in a pale blue satin chemise
being naked is a gift
beneath nature's wings,
wear it with a smile
yet the witnesses of hypocrisy
know not what God looks like
listening to their own echoes
thinking they are King David, ...
beneath the Hippocratic eyes
of dubious doubters
who have lost bouquets
being the squatters
to observe the nakedness
of you and I
focusing on the shadow of my being
into the midst of recurring dreams
my own Michelangelo
and not someone's Salomé
in a pale blue satin chemise
being naked is a gift
beneath nature's wings,
wear it with a smile
yet the witnesses of hypocrisy
know not what God looks like
listening to their own echoes
thinking they are King David, ...
#strength
#inspirational
#freedom #passion
#freedom #passion
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Next To The Poetry Book
You don't know me, but,
in memories, when I was
but a fairy tale
a little muffin
filled with blueberries,
covered by a tea towel
next to the poetry book
and the small foot teapot,
steeping the sassafras
saying my prayers
to the Man Upstairs,
as you pulled up a chair
tasting the nutty crust,
in memories, when I was
but a fairy tale
in memories, when I was
but a fairy tale
a little muffin
filled with blueberries,
covered by a tea towel
next to the poetry book
and the small foot teapot,
steeping the sassafras
saying my prayers
to the Man Upstairs,
as you pulled up a chair
tasting the nutty crust,
in memories, when I was
but a fairy tale
#spiritual
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Ain't Going To Heaven On A Redeye
Y'all can kiss my ass. Where is Dale Earnhardt,
when you need him? I ain't huggin' a donkey
or elephant. Y'all can't drain the swamp
or make my Johnny be good. Ain't you heard
of The Constitution? It's my bunny rabbit, stick
a battery in it.
Guns are for shootin' and outhouses for poopin'
and don't start an injun unless on Sunday. It's
plum antisocial to kneel unless tighten' lug nuts
on a John Deere or raisin' th' skirt on a big bad
mama. Vasectomies are for pussies. Put a sock on it.
Y'all can get off...
when you need him? I ain't huggin' a donkey
or elephant. Y'all can't drain the swamp
or make my Johnny be good. Ain't you heard
of The Constitution? It's my bunny rabbit, stick
a battery in it.
Guns are for shootin' and outhouses for poopin'
and don't start an injun unless on Sunday. It's
plum antisocial to kneel unless tighten' lug nuts
on a John Deere or raisin' th' skirt on a big bad
mama. Vasectomies are for pussies. Put a sock on it.
Y'all can get off...
#lies
#hypocrisy
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On The Ra-did-e-o, Amen
When the sun goes down over the septic tank,
don't be doin' a Kama Sutra on the linoleum,
or moonin' over the moon while pooing
up yonder, in the outhouse on wheels.
And don't be choking the chicken, playing
Euchre, when Big Mama Thornton sings,
Cotton Pickin' Blues. As cousin Billy Swaggart
slings the gospel, when the Brussels sprouts
come marching in, on the ra-did-e-o. Amen.
don't be doin' a Kama Sutra on the linoleum,
or moonin' over the moon while pooing
up yonder, in the outhouse on wheels.
And don't be choking the chicken, playing
Euchre, when Big Mama Thornton sings,
Cotton Pickin' Blues. As cousin Billy Swaggart
slings the gospel, when the Brussels sprouts
come marching in, on the ra-did-e-o. Amen.
#funny
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Each Breath Taken In-with lovestonedfaery
Neath mushroom towers
I touched the ground
and feel the flowers
in my wanna-be hours
as nature validates
the blue spruce pine
gossamer winds sing
a patchwork sky
as the birds fly by
gracing sounds at high
no matter the sun covered in gloom
will not confirm the doom
each breath is taken in
for each moment
to sink or swim
reaching within
removing the pain
scattering of pins
I touched the ground
and feel the flowers
in my wanna-be hours
as nature validates
the blue spruce pine
gossamer winds sing
a patchwork sky
as the birds fly by
gracing sounds at high
no matter the sun covered in gloom
will not confirm the doom
each breath is taken in
for each moment
to sink or swim
reaching within
removing the pain
scattering of pins
#nature
#philosophical
#passion
#healing
#emotions
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Crawdads Over Appalachia
Born to be a redneck bohemian
with store-bought tattoos
running crawdads up the pike
with a squirrel in my gas tank
to make the redeye gravy
speeding by the Waffle House
tootin' an old-time casserole
in my low-rider nappies
thinking pussy tonight
punkin' the red lights
listening to my Harley touch gravel
with mudflaps over the Appalachians
twenty-three skidoo from tarnation
just passing Savannah
running crawdads up the pike
with store-bought tattoos
running crawdads up the pike
with a squirrel in my gas tank
to make the redeye gravy
speeding by the Waffle House
tootin' an old-time casserole
in my low-rider nappies
thinking pussy tonight
punkin' the red lights
listening to my Harley touch gravel
with mudflaps over the Appalachians
twenty-three skidoo from tarnation
just passing Savannah
running crawdads up the pike
#funny
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Weeding The Fools
Just me and my muse, at play in a field
of wishful thinking, so I sow my own seeds
and reap the sweetness of my family.
You don't know me, a well-worn pen,
assuming me wrong, in blind eyesight.
But that's the way I am wary, not a fool.
Sarcastically, my feet touch the ground
skipping my own rope. Listening to nature
with my mind awake. Knowing the echoes
are only memories of my soul's awakening
with nature. Not braying the horn of a dethroned
jackass. I snap my own black eyes peas.
of wishful thinking, so I sow my own seeds
and reap the sweetness of my family.
You don't know me, a well-worn pen,
assuming me wrong, in blind eyesight.
But that's the way I am wary, not a fool.
Sarcastically, my feet touch the ground
skipping my own rope. Listening to nature
with my mind awake. Knowing the echoes
are only memories of my soul's awakening
with nature. Not braying the horn of a dethroned
jackass. I snap my own black eyes peas.
#happiness
#family
#nature
#faith
#responsibility
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Wisdom Being-with Crimsin
A penitent Kingfisher,
no, not I.
With nature's umbrella
dreaming of evergreen
dipping a finger
in dawn's early font
listening to one's own cello
descending a naked staircase
free to dance in the rain
tasting life's Renaissance
from a cup of wisdom's pekoe
drinking delight sinking into rhythm
and emotional kaleidoscope vision
feeling the blues of it
hugging myself a new life
in my own regards
delving into such
a dawning reward
for green's beautiful woman
no, not I.
With nature's umbrella
dreaming of evergreen
dipping a finger
in dawn's early font
listening to one's own cello
descending a naked staircase
free to dance in the rain
tasting life's Renaissance
from a cup of wisdom's pekoe
drinking delight sinking into rhythm
and emotional kaleidoscope vision
feeling the blues of it
hugging myself a new life
in my own regards
delving into such
a dawning reward
for green's beautiful woman
#identity
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My Dearest Them
Lost in the yips tonight, my lament,
of darkest hours spent,
letters I sent to my dead self
and then the shadow went
no time to host my predicament
no longer than a delay
hung on a limb of swearing selves,
to my dearest them
of darkest hours spent,
letters I sent to my dead self
and then the shadow went
no time to host my predicament
no longer than a delay
hung on a limb of swearing selves,
to my dearest them
#dark
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Shedding The Houndstooth, Of My Mr. Bad
With the itsy-bitsy hider
a shadow nailed on the door
the wrong side of dying
of crows pecking the goblin
on my skin's menagerie
with the bitterness of the gall
beneath a short naked veil
shedding the houndstooth
beyond a curtain of demise
on the dark side of my mortise
playing tootsie on the eaves
with the itsy-bitsy hider
a shadow nailed on the door
the wrong side of dying
of crows pecking the goblin
on my skin's menagerie
with the bitterness of the gall
beneath a short naked veil
shedding the houndstooth
beyond a curtain of demise
on the dark side of my mortise
playing tootsie on the eaves
with the itsy-bitsy hider
#dark
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