Submissions by buddhakitty
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
taking an inventory
the sun falls warm upon
the blossoms on the
trees
the sun falls warm on
pigeons cooing from
rooftops
the sun falls warm on
couples holding
hands
the sun falls warm on
ancient memories
of Mesopotamia
the sun falls warm on
the flogged backs
of seaman on the
HMS Bounty
the sun falls warm on
my coffee house at
the centre
market
the warm falls warm upon
the tears of Aphrodite
blooming into
flowers
the sun falls warm upon the ...
the blossoms on the
trees
the sun falls warm on
pigeons cooing from
rooftops
the sun falls warm on
couples holding
hands
the sun falls warm on
ancient memories
of Mesopotamia
the sun falls warm on
the flogged backs
of seaman on the
HMS Bounty
the sun falls warm on
my coffee house at
the centre
market
the warm falls warm upon
the tears of Aphrodite
blooming into
flowers
the sun falls warm upon the ...
#bittersweet
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SOS
poetry can not save
you
a thousand beautiful, sensual
bodies over a lifetime
can not save
you
endless bottles of dom
perignon can
not save
you
walking along the white
cliffs of Dover can
not save
you
monkeys resting in tree
top sunshine and
a bed of roses
can not save
you
the decapitated heads of
influencers with their
stink of manipulation
can not save
you
Bach, van Gogh, Rand,
Martha Graham, The
Rolling Stones can...
you
a thousand beautiful, sensual
bodies over a lifetime
can not save
you
endless bottles of dom
perignon can
not save
you
walking along the white
cliffs of Dover can
not save
you
monkeys resting in tree
top sunshine and
a bed of roses
can not save
you
the decapitated heads of
influencers with their
stink of manipulation
can not save
you
Bach, van Gogh, Rand,
Martha Graham, The
Rolling Stones can...
#fate
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the three C"s
conformity is the
death of the
human spirit
complacency is
the death of
human creativity
cowardness is the
death of the
human species
let's move on
to D
maybe it will
be better
death of the
human spirit
complacency is
the death of
human creativity
cowardness is the
death of the
human species
let's move on
to D
maybe it will
be better
#honesty
#humankind
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for J.C. ( not Jesus Christ)
you grew up a good
Catholic boy
Mass, communion,
the rosary, the Virgin
Mary on Sundays
but your love of all
those holy sacraments
and saints changed when
you found dope could
fuck you better than any
high school cheerleader
and your words curled up from
the page like smoke from
a junkies cigarette
from sports to addict
to prose to poetry to
rock star
I watched a YouTube
of you reciting your
poems at St....
Catholic boy
Mass, communion,
the rosary, the Virgin
Mary on Sundays
but your love of all
those holy sacraments
and saints changed when
you found dope could
fuck you better than any
high school cheerleader
and your words curled up from
the page like smoke from
a junkies cigarette
from sports to addict
to prose to poetry to
rock star
I watched a YouTube
of you reciting your
poems at St....
#gratitude
#admiration
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pretty pictures
I try to stay away from
the hearts and flowers
in my poems
because the hearts
would be crushed
and broken
and all the flowers
dried out and
dead
the hearts and flowers
in my poems
because the hearts
would be crushed
and broken
and all the flowers
dried out and
dead
#nonfiction
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the question
standing in the
bathroom
looking in the
mirror
asked the question
"Where did it go?"
the answer came
came like bombs
falling on Berlin
under black and
white news clip
skies from 1944
time...
you old bastard,
you
bathroom
looking in the
mirror
asked the question
"Where did it go?"
the answer came
came like bombs
falling on Berlin
under black and
white news clip
skies from 1944
time...
you old bastard,
you
#regret
#bittersweet
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courage in the light
we have no
shadows to
fear, except
for our own
shadows to
fear, except
for our own
#confessional
#SelfWorth
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every now and then
the best days are days
when nothing gets done
days that are as rare and
comfortable as wearing
an old pair of shoes all
over your body
days when the coffee
is hot and the smokes
are good;
good like a blessing from
Sir Walter Raleigh
good like forgetting
the past for a few
minutes
good like remembering
the past for a few
minutes
days where all the old
wounds hurt less
days where dreams sleep
peacefully in the rainbow
fields of...
when nothing gets done
days that are as rare and
comfortable as wearing
an old pair of shoes all
over your body
days when the coffee
is hot and the smokes
are good;
good like a blessing from
Sir Walter Raleigh
good like forgetting
the past for a few
minutes
good like remembering
the past for a few
minutes
days where all the old
wounds hurt less
days where dreams sleep
peacefully in the rainbow
fields of...
#SelfReflection
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unsane
searching for what
was never lost
but can not
be found
was never lost
but can not
be found
#AnneSexton
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the mess
whether walking on the
dangerous icy roads of
love
or eating small Viennise
wiennies out of a tin
whether searching for
a purpose bigger than
then the pale phantoms
of dreams
or losing bits and pieces
of life to the wealth of
shadows
time has no wings, but
still flys like an angry
Falcone preying on
vermin
the beginning of the
end is the ends beginning
and is some kind of sick
joke that only the gods
could understand ...
dangerous icy roads of
love
or eating small Viennise
wiennies out of a tin
whether searching for
a purpose bigger than
then the pale phantoms
of dreams
or losing bits and pieces
of life to the wealth of
shadows
time has no wings, but
still flys like an angry
Falcone preying on
vermin
the beginning of the
end is the ends beginning
and is some kind of sick
joke that only the gods
could understand ...
#fate
#luck
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at this moment in this hour
at this moment
in this hour
sitting in my room
alone looking up as
the ceiling smiles
at this moment
in this hour
lighting another
smoke for myself
and the ghost of
Dan Fante
at this moment
in this hour
deciding there is
nothing more
important to do
then nothing
at this moment
in this hour
remembering a
hundred wars of
defeat, a hundred
wars of victory
at this moment
in this hour
the old...
in this hour
sitting in my room
alone looking up as
the ceiling smiles
at this moment
in this hour
lighting another
smoke for myself
and the ghost of
Dan Fante
at this moment
in this hour
deciding there is
nothing more
important to do
then nothing
at this moment
in this hour
remembering a
hundred wars of
defeat, a hundred
wars of victory
at this moment
in this hour
the old...
#death
#fate
#luck
#bittersweet
#risk
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old dog under a new sun
first truly warm day
of the year
saw a couple of
bees trumpeting
the return of spring
and honeyed days
yet to come
went to laundromat
sat in my car smoking
laid back a little
this old dog felt the
heat melt into these
grizzled bones like
butter on fresh toast
soon the tree's will
blossom
and so will
I
of the year
saw a couple of
bees trumpeting
the return of spring
and honeyed days
yet to come
went to laundromat
sat in my car smoking
laid back a little
this old dog felt the
heat melt into these
grizzled bones like
butter on fresh toast
soon the tree's will
blossom
and so will
I
#gratitude
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