Submissions by calamitygin (Jennifer Michael McCurry)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
The first time someone else touched me with the intent to pleasure, I fell in love. Not with that person, but with the act itself. Fiona Zedde, Bliss
These Waters
I have stroked my way
through great lengths
And currents
Of uncertainty
Come ripple
Come shoot
And it seems
In this moment
I did not miss
It's pull
Through doubt
Through once devastating
Remorse
That had grabbed my ankles
To tug me under
To see my face
In airless whisper
Bubbles of scream
I could not muster
Rise
And rise slowly
And swallow into it
Hollow panic
I could not choke ...
through great lengths
And currents
Of uncertainty
Come ripple
Come shoot
And it seems
In this moment
I did not miss
It's pull
Through doubt
Through once devastating
Remorse
That had grabbed my ankles
To tug me under
To see my face
In airless whisper
Bubbles of scream
I could not muster
Rise
And rise slowly
And swallow into it
Hollow panic
I could not choke ...
#NaPoWriMo2020
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One night in a bar
The instrumental blows
Slow saxophone
Accompanying my mood
I tip the man with dip and shake
Smoke and it's pillaring
High and blue
Like writhing tendrils
Of the Medusa
And her memories of when
She was a beauty queen
A thought occurs
by tossed delivery
However heavy my scrupulous resolve
This kind of heaven is thick
With indiscretion
So one for my baby
And one more for the road
My bend...
Slow saxophone
Accompanying my mood
I tip the man with dip and shake
Smoke and it's pillaring
High and blue
Like writhing tendrils
Of the Medusa
And her memories of when
She was a beauty queen
A thought occurs
by tossed delivery
However heavy my scrupulous resolve
This kind of heaven is thick
With indiscretion
So one for my baby
And one more for the road
My bend...
#NaPoWriMo2020
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A new Prometheus
Viz
#fire
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Drenched
Enter this cloud
Of nostalgia that tufts and rises
Dark and billowy
Promising summer storms
Of slanted rains
Strong enough for redemption
(They will be broken promises, it will blow much stronger than that)
And any effect it might have on you
This cloud
With it's seriously thick ways
Manifested hardcore
To stick in skies
That mean to be blue
They just may cling
And swamp you
Dampen your skin
Slick you with perspiration
Like the afterglow of red hot...
Of nostalgia that tufts and rises
Dark and billowy
Promising summer storms
Of slanted rains
Strong enough for redemption
(They will be broken promises, it will blow much stronger than that)
And any effect it might have on you
This cloud
With it's seriously thick ways
Manifested hardcore
To stick in skies
That mean to be blue
They just may cling
And swamp you
Dampen your skin
Slick you with perspiration
Like the afterglow of red hot...
#sex
#NaPoWriMo2020
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The Distance
In your mind
And in your breath
Find me
I beg of your impenetrable walls
To crumble and come
Down
My God....
down and all around me..
I'd love to hear you
lying and next to me
Make me a believer
I might believe
Pant my name right out loud
In singular high
And sweetness
It might ease your tongue
And stroke into it
I know that I would....
I wish that i could
I would for you
...
And in your breath
Find me
I beg of your impenetrable walls
To crumble and come
Down
My God....
down and all around me..
I'd love to hear you
lying and next to me
Make me a believer
I might believe
Pant my name right out loud
In singular high
And sweetness
It might ease your tongue
And stroke into it
I know that I would....
I wish that i could
I would for you
...
#NaPoWriMo2020
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This horror called Trail to Recognition
My perception fades
And in the darkness
A sound
Like the cry of the withering
With careful place of soul to heap
I carry my heart
To what I fear may break it
I envision....
come hallowed grounds
And the bodies that lie there
in mass and lump
fresh from hangman's noose
Their penalty's might have been mine
if I had had the nerve to reach them
in my haze
And a mighty aspiration called indifference
My gaze had I diverted skillfully ...
And in the darkness
A sound
Like the cry of the withering
With careful place of soul to heap
I carry my heart
To what I fear may break it
I envision....
come hallowed grounds
And the bodies that lie there
in mass and lump
fresh from hangman's noose
Their penalty's might have been mine
if I had had the nerve to reach them
in my haze
And a mighty aspiration called indifference
My gaze had I diverted skillfully ...
#confessional
#SelfDiscovery
#NaPoWriMo2020
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Ivainglorious
He tromped steadily with vainglorious posture
Into dark and barbaric wood
The snap of root beneath him vibrated a high hat syncopation
Tisk tisk counterpoint to the thunderous
Boom and boom of violent step
He was a fortress of ability
Cloaked in musky matted brown and carcass of meal
The scent of which filled his moist thrust and intake of frosted forrest air
Filling giant lungs with monstrous roar
And raised his swinging head to shout a warning
Unstopable emphasis shown
By extension of bulk
And arms squeezing...
Into dark and barbaric wood
The snap of root beneath him vibrated a high hat syncopation
Tisk tisk counterpoint to the thunderous
Boom and boom of violent step
He was a fortress of ability
Cloaked in musky matted brown and carcass of meal
The scent of which filled his moist thrust and intake of frosted forrest air
Filling giant lungs with monstrous roar
And raised his swinging head to shout a warning
Unstopable emphasis shown
By extension of bulk
And arms squeezing...
#NaPoWriMo2020
#pandemic
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Unlikely Things
I had been in my head one morning
Feeling some kind of melancholy
Irregular to the sky
The summer sun
And the warmth and promise it so generously offered
The almighty intervenes in the oddest ways at times
For my weary gaze was caught by the unusual
And diverted me
From my self indulgent considerations
I pushed back my sunglasses
Careful to shade my curiosity
It can be a blurry line
when you are old watching the young
Between what is accepted as wanted
voyeuristic appreciation of a former season
And...
Feeling some kind of melancholy
Irregular to the sky
The summer sun
And the warmth and promise it so generously offered
The almighty intervenes in the oddest ways at times
For my weary gaze was caught by the unusual
And diverted me
From my self indulgent considerations
I pushed back my sunglasses
Careful to shade my curiosity
It can be a blurry line
when you are old watching the young
Between what is accepted as wanted
voyeuristic appreciation of a former season
And...
#sex
#God
#faith #NaPoWriMo2020
#faith #NaPoWriMo2020
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Hold my mirror
Of these intense and voyeuristic
Thoughts, feelings
Both startling and perversely pleasant
Satisfying glances
Into you
Into me
This vicarious thrill
Urging my own needs
Wants
Desires
Unfulfilled longings
Unexamined resentments
Some vengeance
That lies un-manicured
(I witness and own my ulterior motives
though I swear by my good intentions)
The hedge is thick
And would be trimmed with hateful design
But those moments
Glances
Are unimportant now
And should...
Thoughts, feelings
Both startling and perversely pleasant
Satisfying glances
Into you
Into me
This vicarious thrill
Urging my own needs
Wants
Desires
Unfulfilled longings
Unexamined resentments
Some vengeance
That lies un-manicured
(I witness and own my ulterior motives
though I swear by my good intentions)
The hedge is thick
And would be trimmed with hateful design
But those moments
Glances
Are unimportant now
And should...
#NaPoWriMo2020
568 reads
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Naked
There she goes
Her curves are bared
Always running towards her charms
Unaware of the moonlit drench
And hills on fire
Oh smoke and burn
Darling one
Your trespasses surely forgiven
Her understanding
In its infancy
Her knowing only just forming its fists
She catches the stars in her hair
And their forever in her eyes
holding in them
tiny seeds of wisdom
They smolder an unwillingness
for the harvest
She stares and blinds the world with light
And...
Her curves are bared
Always running towards her charms
Unaware of the moonlit drench
And hills on fire
Oh smoke and burn
Darling one
Your trespasses surely forgiven
Her understanding
In its infancy
Her knowing only just forming its fists
She catches the stars in her hair
And their forever in her eyes
holding in them
tiny seeds of wisdom
They smolder an unwillingness
for the harvest
She stares and blinds the world with light
And...
#NaPoWriMo2020
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DU Poetry : Submissions by calamitygin (Jennifer Michael McCurry)