Submissions by catnip
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
i am not a poet. would never claim to be one. good poetry is a very rare thing.
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2022 6:00am
3rd Feb 2022 6:00am
SIBERIAN SONG
I am sounding my song.
It is a somber song.
Yet sprinkled with colors,
Hopeful colors.
Like the sparkling shards of pure color.
Refracted by the hexagonal prisms of the
Early morning Siberian snow.
Each, elegant, crystalline, fragile in hue.
Each imbued with its own vision of hope.
Hope of redemption by extreme unction.
I have been exiled.
I am penitent.
I am content.
No privileged!
To gaze up transfixed,
By the gleaming brass ring.
And the jangle of my jailers bright keys, ...
It is a somber song.
Yet sprinkled with colors,
Hopeful colors.
Like the sparkling shards of pure color.
Refracted by the hexagonal prisms of the
Early morning Siberian snow.
Each, elegant, crystalline, fragile in hue.
Each imbued with its own vision of hope.
Hope of redemption by extreme unction.
I have been exiled.
I am penitent.
I am content.
No privileged!
To gaze up transfixed,
By the gleaming brass ring.
And the jangle of my jailers bright keys, ...
#strength
#hope
#courage
#redemption
#emotions
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Nov 2021 9:57pm
22nd Nov 2021 9:57pm
MAN, WOMAN
Man, woman;
Woman, man.
Man, man;
Woman, woman.
Man, woman, man;
Woman, man, woman.
Man, man, man;
Woman, woman woman.
Woman, man, woman;
Man, woman, man.
Woman, woman;
Man, man.
Woman, man;
Man, woman.
Woman, man.
Man, man;
Woman, woman.
Man, woman, man;
Woman, man, woman.
Man, man, man;
Woman, woman woman.
Woman, man, woman;
Man, woman, man.
Woman, woman;
Man, man.
Woman, man;
Man, woman.
#anxiety
#courage
#redemption
#despair
#emptiness
394 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Nov 2021 9:51pm
14th Nov 2021 9:51pm
SPICE GARDEN
I once had a spice garden
Now I have none.
I think it was too much sun
Now I have none.
I think it was too much sun
#anxiety
#courage
#TimeHeals
#despair
#emptiness
273 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Nov 2021 8:02am
11th Nov 2021 8:02am
UNTITLED
Hyper-pious sobriety, raise your vain glorious head!
Notorious virtue stand before the throne,
and kiss the feet of your left hemispheric cortical,
mono deterministic, serialized machinations!
Hubris.
Unbounded savage pride,
beckons the spasms of unfettered, naked
auto-sodomations .
But the chord is torn, severed by the Dionysian liberator.
May the water free my garbanzo bean!
Notorious virtue stand before the throne,
and kiss the feet of your left hemispheric cortical,
mono deterministic, serialized machinations!
Hubris.
Unbounded savage pride,
beckons the spasms of unfettered, naked
auto-sodomations .
But the chord is torn, severed by the Dionysian liberator.
May the water free my garbanzo bean!
#courage
#dark
#despair
#bittersweet
#emotions
289 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Nov 2021 6:49pm
7th Nov 2021 6:49pm
PRIMAL MIND
Morbid,
Morbid!
Slowly, the dragon coaxes his slow but
precise ambulatory apparatus.
Deep from within the primal mind,
We all exude marvelous exhortations, excretions and exhibitions.
Yet as the dragons glassy, languid, beaded eyes
fix upon our hapless hero,
So is his innocence consumed.
Morbid!
Slowly, the dragon coaxes his slow but
precise ambulatory apparatus.
Deep from within the primal mind,
We all exude marvelous exhortations, excretions and exhibitions.
Yet as the dragons glassy, languid, beaded eyes
fix upon our hapless hero,
So is his innocence consumed.
#anxiety
#regret
#courage
#inspirational
#emptiness
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st Oct 2021 6:41am
31st Oct 2021 6:41am
ODE TO THE MECHANICAL DONKEY - a true outrage.
The constraints of excessive propriety.
The friction, the pressure,
the itching pleasures of the harness.
By these means the bounds of the self impart pleasure,
by such means the illusion of self is given libidinal support.
But I am tired, it is late.
The flashing colored lights
and ethereal sounds can wait.
So free the hand!
Free the stylus!
Remove the harness.
Let the animals
run rampant!
The friction, the pressure,
the itching pleasures of the harness.
By these means the bounds of the self impart pleasure,
by such means the illusion of self is given libidinal support.
But I am tired, it is late.
The flashing colored lights
and ethereal sounds can wait.
So free the hand!
Free the stylus!
Remove the harness.
Let the animals
run rampant!
#courage
#forgiveness
#despair
#boredom
#emotions
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DARK POEM
Published
29th Oct 2021 9:37pm
29th Oct 2021 9:37pm
ODE TO THE MECHANICAL DONKEY - a true outrage.
The constraints of excessive propriety.
The friction, the pressure,
the itching pleasures of the harness.
By these means the bounds of the self impart pleasure,
by such means the illusion of self is given libidinal support.
But I am tired, it is late.
The flashing colored lights
and ethereal sounds can wait.
So free the hand!
Free the stylus!
Remove the harness.
Let the animals
run rampant!
The friction, the pressure,
the itching pleasures of the harness.
By these means the bounds of the self impart pleasure,
by such means the illusion of self is given libidinal support.
But I am tired, it is late.
The flashing colored lights
and ethereal sounds can wait.
So free the hand!
Free the stylus!
Remove the harness.
Let the animals
run rampant!
#anxiety
#regret
#hope
#forgiveness
#boredom
206 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Oct 2021 4:40am
27th Oct 2021 4:40am
CLOVER OF DOVER
Hover sweet Heather, over the clover, under the thunder of the insect dragon.
Heal sweet Heather, heal the hurt, remove the dirt from my beer sausage; from my wretched, twisted and demented circuitry.
"Bring me my hot dog" my dear Debbie moans.
Morbid sighs, silken thighs, conceal the African butterfly.
"Buffy, Buffy , roughy toughy" the bit*h barks to her demanding dog friend.
"Buffy, Buffy, I've had enoughy!"
Painted lips, spill over hospital white. Chunks and hunks. Flotsam and jetsam of yesterdays lunch.
"Shaddap Shaddap!" her...
Heal sweet Heather, heal the hurt, remove the dirt from my beer sausage; from my wretched, twisted and demented circuitry.
"Bring me my hot dog" my dear Debbie moans.
Morbid sighs, silken thighs, conceal the African butterfly.
"Buffy, Buffy , roughy toughy" the bit*h barks to her demanding dog friend.
"Buffy, Buffy, I've had enoughy!"
Painted lips, spill over hospital white. Chunks and hunks. Flotsam and jetsam of yesterdays lunch.
"Shaddap Shaddap!" her...
#jealousy
#strength
#rejection
#redemption
#emotions
198 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Oct 2021 11:22pm
23rd Oct 2021 11:22pm
CERTAINLY DOCTOR HAVEN
The computer slid into the darkness of my electric neglect, crying for pain in the snow-ropes of random.
Easily aching, the wax of rendered delusions
scrapes the blue wall of defeat.
Will the rug weave the willful drops of the marmalade captain?
Will the night dog bite the wrapper?
Heavenly hues of salamanders pretend to suck the jacket of Ohio.
Warping, wrenching, churning;
for the fruits of the tomato-whale linger purposefully past the tree green penis of time.
Parting, parting.
Candy cane wires of memories...
Easily aching, the wax of rendered delusions
scrapes the blue wall of defeat.
Will the rug weave the willful drops of the marmalade captain?
Will the night dog bite the wrapper?
Heavenly hues of salamanders pretend to suck the jacket of Ohio.
Warping, wrenching, churning;
for the fruits of the tomato-whale linger purposefully past the tree green penis of time.
Parting, parting.
Candy cane wires of memories...
#sadness
#strength
#rejection #redemption
#rejection #redemption
210 reads
0 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Oct 2021 1:37am
22nd Oct 2021 1:37am
RANDOM MOMENT
In the morning
when the air is still
I let my thoughts wander
where they will.
when the air is still
I let my thoughts wander
where they will.
#happiness
#hope
#gratitude #emotions
#gratitude #emotions
362 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Oct 2021 00:59am
19th Oct 2021 00:59am
DILEMMA
As I open the door,
a coldness pours over my body.
My mind is racing.
Should I run,
Should I try to resist.
And even though i know it's not possible,
I swear I can hear the ice cream giggling.
a coldness pours over my body.
My mind is racing.
Should I run,
Should I try to resist.
And even though i know it's not possible,
I swear I can hear the ice cream giggling.
#anxiety
#denial
#emotions
296 reads
9 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Oct 2021 3:45am
18th Oct 2021 3:45am
FERMENTED VISIONS
Deep!
Deeper then deep!
So the serpent moans,
Tortured by fermented visions.
He is wrenched from the depths;
From the bowels, the bunions,
of his sub-cortical animations.
Morbid, morbidly the incubus howls.
Bemoan the sweet panther.
Animals!
yes animals! More animals!
Deeper then deep!
So the serpent moans,
Tortured by fermented visions.
He is wrenched from the depths;
From the bowels, the bunions,
of his sub-cortical animations.
Morbid, morbidly the incubus howls.
Bemoan the sweet panther.
Animals!
yes animals! More animals!
#strength
#courage
#forgiveness #motivational
#forgiveness #motivational
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