Submissions by buddhakitty
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
in the beginning was the word
poetry is not the
dominion of any
one person's will
poetry is not owned
by any single ideal
or school of thought
poetry cannot be
taught in the classrooms
of dead academia
poetry must be
experienced
through living
poetry cannot be
researched, divided into
equal geometric quadrants
of syllables, morphemes,
lines and verses
poetry does not align itself
with any specific
political systems
nationalities
religions
cultures
ethnicity ...
dominion of any
one person's will
poetry is not owned
by any single ideal
or school of thought
poetry cannot be
taught in the classrooms
of dead academia
poetry must be
experienced
through living
poetry cannot be
researched, divided into
equal geometric quadrants
of syllables, morphemes,
lines and verses
poetry does not align itself
with any specific
political systems
nationalities
religions
cultures
ethnicity ...
#philosophical
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dreary morning in a truck stop off I-70
doughnuts made by
the sick hands of
dirty angels
doughnuts given the
names of long dead
movie stars:
the Gable
the Bogart
the Monroe
the Dean
asp poison would taste
better
go to restroom
wash hands
wash face
wash off the human
race
nothing left here but
coffee, cream, sugar,
the music of the spoon
against the sides of
the cup and one
last taste
the sick hands of
dirty angels
doughnuts given the
names of long dead
movie stars:
the Gable
the Bogart
the Monroe
the Dean
asp poison would taste
better
go to restroom
wash hands
wash face
wash off the human
race
nothing left here but
coffee, cream, sugar,
the music of the spoon
against the sides of
the cup and one
last taste
#disappointment
#emptiness
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no matter how blue the sky
the sacrament have
all been chewed up
and pissed on by
drunken dogs, and
no matter how blue
the sky, it is always
cold
there is only pain
for the sake of pain,
the hymn of all that
is mortal
the horizon is broken
and now carries the
heavy pigment of grief
the morning dove has
been crushed beneath
the winter sky
and that which is
left behind is not
worth having
the girls/boys in their
summer clothing --
their flowers growing
in my hand,
out...
all been chewed up
and pissed on by
drunken dogs, and
no matter how blue
the sky, it is always
cold
there is only pain
for the sake of pain,
the hymn of all that
is mortal
the horizon is broken
and now carries the
heavy pigment of grief
the morning dove has
been crushed beneath
the winter sky
and that which is
left behind is not
worth having
the girls/boys in their
summer clothing --
their flowers growing
in my hand,
out...
#humankind
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irrational ?
driving to
work
listening to
news
researchers
have learned
that spiders
could devour
every man,
woman and
child on the
face of the
earth in a
years time
now i look
under my
sheets every
night before
i go to bed
work
listening to
news
researchers
have learned
that spiders
could devour
every man,
woman and
child on the
face of the
earth in a
years time
now i look
under my
sheets every
night before
i go to bed
#anxiety
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Halloween
I
Black cat posing
on a fence post.
Weird sounds in
the dark.
Karloff's playing
in the lab.
Lugosi's lying on
a slab..
lock the doors.
II
Pumpkins
sitting on the
front porch
harvesting
joy and
imagination
in their drupe
expressions as
they whisper..
Ichabod..
Ichabod where
are you?
III
The most
beautiful night
is when our
true natures
are revealed
by the mask ...
Black cat posing
on a fence post.
Weird sounds in
the dark.
Karloff's playing
in the lab.
Lugosi's lying on
a slab..
lock the doors.
II
Pumpkins
sitting on the
front porch
harvesting
joy and
imagination
in their drupe
expressions as
they whisper..
Ichabod..
Ichabod where
are you?
III
The most
beautiful night
is when our
true natures
are revealed
by the mask ...
#monsters
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sitting alone in some far off corner
when you write
poetry---
write like your neck is in a
noose and flames are shooting
out of your ass
when you write
poetry---
write like you are punching
your way through a brick
wall to rip the heart out of
whoever is standing on the
other side
when you write
poetry---
write like you're driving a
nail through the hand
of Christ
when you write
poetry---
write like you only have
minutes to live and the
last words will show the
real...
poetry---
write like your neck is in a
noose and flames are shooting
out of your ass
when you write
poetry---
write like you are punching
your way through a brick
wall to rip the heart out of
whoever is standing on the
other side
when you write
poetry---
write like you're driving a
nail through the hand
of Christ
when you write
poetry---
write like you only have
minutes to live and the
last words will show the
real...
#honesty
#humankind
#frustration #disappointment
#frustration #disappointment
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yo! Americana #3
Coltrane
tenor
sax
solo
the stars
swing
God
smiles
poetry
tenor
sax
solo
the stars
swing
God
smiles
poetry
#StreamOfConsciousness
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yo! Americana #2
the dead
do
not fear
g
r
a
v
i
t
y
do
not fear
g
r
a
v
i
t
y
#StreamOfConsciousness
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yo! Americana
poems rush
out--
careless
word
children
playing
on the
streets--
trying not to get
crushed under
the squeeling
tires of night
out--
careless
word
children
playing
on the
streets--
trying not to get
crushed under
the squeeling
tires of night
#FreeVerse
#minimalist
#StreamOfConsciousness
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cover letter to a legendary literary magazine
Dear Sir and or Madame
Enclosed you will find ten
spanking new poems ( I
should know as I personally
spnaked each one before I
sent it out).
I believe you will find these
poems to be a good fit for
your magazine. They are
written in ancient Aztec
iconic free verse pentameter
3/4 meter with a smattering
of confessionalism and the
dirty reality of Fante--son,
not father--on genuine
parchment paper with a quill
from 1758 in my own blood
I also want it known that i am
a...
Enclosed you will find ten
spanking new poems ( I
should know as I personally
spnaked each one before I
sent it out).
I believe you will find these
poems to be a good fit for
your magazine. They are
written in ancient Aztec
iconic free verse pentameter
3/4 meter with a smattering
of confessionalism and the
dirty reality of Fante--son,
not father--on genuine
parchment paper with a quill
from 1758 in my own blood
I also want it known that i am
a...
#tragedy
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what? did i piss you off with my observation
jealous does not
mean love
jealousy is a
sign of
possession...
I'm not a
dog
mean love
jealousy is a
sign of
possession...
I'm not a
dog
#honesty
#respect
#obsession
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106 words to describe futility
a low rent Faulkner
bleeding out of the
eyes of Capricorn
revenge in every
pig snout word
spilled across the
table like a glass
of juice in the hands
of a clumsy child
rage is an apple
seed that grows
monsters if left
unharvested
the morning came
and went
you came and went
but i really don't
remember the
morning or you--
just the came and
went
and beyond the borders of ...
bleeding out of the
eyes of Capricorn
revenge in every
pig snout word
spilled across the
table like a glass
of juice in the hands
of a clumsy child
rage is an apple
seed that grows
monsters if left
unharvested
the morning came
and went
you came and went
but i really don't
remember the
morning or you--
just the came and
went
and beyond the borders of ...
#sadness
#apathy
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