Submissions by boy
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Dec 2014 3:23am
22nd Dec 2014 3:23am
The Seed That's Sown (unfinished)
(on the birth of a son)
First a glance & then a smile,
"Come sit next to me awhile,"
She says to you with her eyes,
& all that invitation implies.
Next the wittily worded line,
Just as rehearsed, & in perfect time
The frenzied pulse, the ruddy flesh;
the hair and skin become enmeshed.
Neither body
So you know the white-knuckled grip of change -
the fist of metamorphosis -
familiar as a mother's whispered kiss
before the mounting fever?
It...
First a glance & then a smile,
"Come sit next to me awhile,"
She says to you with her eyes,
& all that invitation implies.
Next the wittily worded line,
Just as rehearsed, & in perfect time
The frenzied pulse, the ruddy flesh;
the hair and skin become enmeshed.
Neither body
So you know the white-knuckled grip of change -
the fist of metamorphosis -
familiar as a mother's whispered kiss
before the mounting fever?
It...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Dec 2014 4:08am
12th Dec 2014 4:08am
Question
If we could collect the years
& hold them
ripening in our mason jars,
would we find that time
hung us a heaven
hidden among the stars?
& hold them
ripening in our mason jars,
would we find that time
hung us a heaven
hidden among the stars?
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Dec 2014 2:20am
12th Dec 2014 2:20am
Kingdom Came
"EXTRAPOLATE!"
the godded paint can sang breezy
"A-lack-a-daze thy pithy dreevs and total
holy frumblings"
& so the mottled snore
& the queer-eyed crow cocked true
& smoke stumbling sleepily among sun-stained shoulders...
the godded paint can sang breezy
"A-lack-a-daze thy pithy dreevs and total
holy frumblings"
& so the mottled snore
& the queer-eyed crow cocked true
& smoke stumbling sleepily among sun-stained shoulders...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
22nd Nov 2014 00:14am
22nd Nov 2014 00:14am
Untitled
I submit these lines to you,
dear reader,
in place of psalm or prayer;
I reveal these lines to you,
poor reader,
& they become your cross to bear:
We are all of us holy
& wholly unaware.
dear reader,
in place of psalm or prayer;
I reveal these lines to you,
poor reader,
& they become your cross to bear:
We are all of us holy
& wholly unaware.
752 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Nov 2014 1:54am
9th Nov 2014 1:54am
Time Wounds All Heels
I know the poet can stain the page with thought
and the weaver can cast god's eye on the loom.
I know the highway kamikazes can explode and go
on fading into the city's afterglow.
But if time wounds all heels
& and there is blood in the fields,
& sands, & snows,
& and all the places we used to go,
tell me so,
I want to know.
I won't be afraid.
I'm lying.
I'm quick.
I'm dying.
I sleep at night...
and the weaver can cast god's eye on the loom.
I know the highway kamikazes can explode and go
on fading into the city's afterglow.
But if time wounds all heels
& and there is blood in the fields,
& sands, & snows,
& and all the places we used to go,
tell me so,
I want to know.
I won't be afraid.
I'm lying.
I'm quick.
I'm dying.
I sleep at night...
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DARK POEM
Published
8th Nov 2014 2:11am
8th Nov 2014 2:11am
B
Babies born blue and bawling
in bright,
bare buildings are
beautiful examples of
what happens everywhere:
We all must spend some time screaming
and confused.
in bright,
bare buildings are
beautiful examples of
what happens everywhere:
We all must spend some time screaming
and confused.
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