Submissions by cattymagraa (beck)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I might need inspiration, I have not written for a year
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Dec 2011 00:07am
13th Dec 2011 00:07am
On seeing an old man's green cords
Old man, where did you get those green cords?
The cut of your green cord slacks sends shivers down my spine
Those graven ruts which fall in lines so smooth and serpentine
The colour of green makes my knees go weak
It’s not like teal or tortoise shell turquoise or mint or leaf
It’s like mossy royal velveteen
It’s brash and brazen, yet endearing when faded
Old man, where did you get those green cords?
Do you think you could get your tailor to taper them in?
As long as they stay up I’ll buy them in any old size
Oh old man, you wear them with such...
The cut of your green cord slacks sends shivers down my spine
Those graven ruts which fall in lines so smooth and serpentine
The colour of green makes my knees go weak
It’s not like teal or tortoise shell turquoise or mint or leaf
It’s like mossy royal velveteen
It’s brash and brazen, yet endearing when faded
Old man, where did you get those green cords?
Do you think you could get your tailor to taper them in?
As long as they stay up I’ll buy them in any old size
Oh old man, you wear them with such...
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1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Dec 2011 10:46pm
12th Dec 2011 10:46pm
I like to hold your words in my mouth
So although I sometimes say that I do not recognise you with your glasses on
From many different angles I am in love with your face
And with your eyelashes, and also with your eyes
From many different angles and in many fascinating fleeting spaces
I fall into looks and into places,
Which stay with me long after you have turned away
Sometimes you hold me with looks of perceptive intensity which
Sear through me to a point which catches-
Capturing something other than surface, something visceral and naked
When you fuck me...
From many different angles I am in love with your face
And with your eyelashes, and also with your eyes
From many different angles and in many fascinating fleeting spaces
I fall into looks and into places,
Which stay with me long after you have turned away
Sometimes you hold me with looks of perceptive intensity which
Sear through me to a point which catches-
Capturing something other than surface, something visceral and naked
When you fuck me...
809 reads
1 Comment
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Nov 2010 12:12pm
9th Nov 2010 12:12pm
Don't worry my sweet
Don't worry my sweet
As you lay alone
Crossing lazy boundaries
Between day dreams and dismal
They won't abduct you
If you keep all their secrets
Dumping your dreams
In secluded lavender fields
Left there to fester
Until a rainy day dawns
And daring momentum fades
Like lazy drizzle
Upon unknown bobbing heads
Down the street you used to know
As you lay alone
Crossing lazy boundaries
Between day dreams and dismal
They won't abduct you
If you keep all their secrets
Dumping your dreams
In secluded lavender fields
Left there to fester
Until a rainy day dawns
And daring momentum fades
Like lazy drizzle
Upon unknown bobbing heads
Down the street you used to know
879 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Oct 2010 12:11pm
2nd Oct 2010 12:11pm
said the dwarf to the angel
Forced frowns on a freckled face
The embodiment of innocence
Reincarnated in a drunk girl
Trying to tie shoelaces, which just aren't there
Can only eat whole peanuts
The angel laughs at the dwarf
Whose feet can't touch the ground
While she floats above, eternal and electric
A constant source of inspiration
The dwarf tries to grasp at the essence of the angel
With cheap wine and spicy lentils
Cucumber condolences and mixed up mustard mischief...
But she carries her in conscience
Confirming her crazy obsessions
Every time she hears an...
The embodiment of innocence
Reincarnated in a drunk girl
Trying to tie shoelaces, which just aren't there
Can only eat whole peanuts
The angel laughs at the dwarf
Whose feet can't touch the ground
While she floats above, eternal and electric
A constant source of inspiration
The dwarf tries to grasp at the essence of the angel
With cheap wine and spicy lentils
Cucumber condolences and mixed up mustard mischief...
But she carries her in conscience
Confirming her crazy obsessions
Every time she hears an...
754 reads
1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
14th Sep 2010 9:22pm
14th Sep 2010 9:22pm
The Naked Lunch
The naked lunch
Lay sprawled slovenly
I covered my eyes to preserve your modesty
But you had none
What happened to manners and cultlery?
You ate with sticky fingers
Protruding suggestively
Licking in motions I knew
Though could not remember
I watched your left overs jealously
Wished you could fit me on a plate
The table was inviting
But you averted your eyes knowingly
Did it taste better than me?
Vegetarian blood is sweet
And I am ripe for the picking
Lay sprawled slovenly
I covered my eyes to preserve your modesty
But you had none
What happened to manners and cultlery?
You ate with sticky fingers
Protruding suggestively
Licking in motions I knew
Though could not remember
I watched your left overs jealously
Wished you could fit me on a plate
The table was inviting
But you averted your eyes knowingly
Did it taste better than me?
Vegetarian blood is sweet
And I am ripe for the picking
1410 reads
2 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
13th Sep 2010 00:58am
13th Sep 2010 00:58am
school girls on speed
In drugs and death we drown ourselves
Some advertisement for the young and living
The horrors of sleep lie heavy on me
If I don’t chase you up, I never settle
On the road I chase a thousand fantasies
Along neon strips of riding joy and beer caps
Summarise your love up in a play-list and learn it in your sleep
To seduce the wise or heady for whom you’re daydreaming sonny
Understand jazz when you’re young and the blues won’t drag you down
Make friends in a crowd and take them home
Don’t listen to the cool kids, jammy will never learn, watch him...
Some advertisement for the young and living
The horrors of sleep lie heavy on me
If I don’t chase you up, I never settle
On the road I chase a thousand fantasies
Along neon strips of riding joy and beer caps
Summarise your love up in a play-list and learn it in your sleep
To seduce the wise or heady for whom you’re daydreaming sonny
Understand jazz when you’re young and the blues won’t drag you down
Make friends in a crowd and take them home
Don’t listen to the cool kids, jammy will never learn, watch him...
1061 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Sep 2010 00:35am
2nd Sep 2010 00:35am
you understood all of this
I often wonder if there’s time to change my mind
And why I always wonder
Graffiti patterns bring out the colours of our lives
Bridge for a view, gods of a pseudo city,
Amplified
Are we staying alive for the weekend?
It seems as though I may be,
But just from the edge
Through lowered lids you’re caught
Beautiful in black again
A natural traveller, tauntingly tamed
I lay down roots everywhere around you
Patting the ground where I fall, pacified
There will always be someone to follow
-I tempt temptation with an idle...
And why I always wonder
Graffiti patterns bring out the colours of our lives
Bridge for a view, gods of a pseudo city,
Amplified
Are we staying alive for the weekend?
It seems as though I may be,
But just from the edge
Through lowered lids you’re caught
Beautiful in black again
A natural traveller, tauntingly tamed
I lay down roots everywhere around you
Patting the ground where I fall, pacified
There will always be someone to follow
-I tempt temptation with an idle...
788 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
28th Aug 2010 11:49pm
28th Aug 2010 11:49pm
sunday mornings
You awake refreshed by fragile
fears
Searching for answers on Sunday
mornings
After spilling your guts, in dark
and dismal places
Hurry home to evaluate what you
really know
Lights dance electric, over made
up faces
Kisses on the doorstep dazzled by
daylight
fears
Searching for answers on Sunday
mornings
After spilling your guts, in dark
and dismal places
Hurry home to evaluate what you
really know
Lights dance electric, over made
up faces
Kisses on the doorstep dazzled by
daylight
875 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
28th Aug 2010 10:42pm
28th Aug 2010 10:42pm
Madman in the Attic
There's a mad man in the attic
Playing out my footsteps in jazzy riffs
So mysteriously prophetic
I'm blindfolded and not falling
But I feel like I could fly
A puppet suspended from fraying threads
Straying in different directions deliberately
I dance around the room
Indifferent to gawping faces and awkward silence
Your secrets supplement this endless fighting melody
Of minds and your mistresses
Torment me with tales of promised love unrivalled
And neglected desires which fill me up till I tremble
With the injustice of such lost longing...
Playing out my footsteps in jazzy riffs
So mysteriously prophetic
I'm blindfolded and not falling
But I feel like I could fly
A puppet suspended from fraying threads
Straying in different directions deliberately
I dance around the room
Indifferent to gawping faces and awkward silence
Your secrets supplement this endless fighting melody
Of minds and your mistresses
Torment me with tales of promised love unrivalled
And neglected desires which fill me up till I tremble
With the injustice of such lost longing...
736 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
27th Aug 2010 00:05am
27th Aug 2010 00:05am
I spill my mind
I Spill My Mind
As your eyes keep time
Weighing me down
Purified in purges
Of heavy grey, solidified
We seek the sea for solace
And saturate our minds
With transcendent tales of promise
That chase the ghosts
Out from our eyes
As your eyes keep time
Weighing me down
Purified in purges
Of heavy grey, solidified
We seek the sea for solace
And saturate our minds
With transcendent tales of promise
That chase the ghosts
Out from our eyes
744 reads
1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2010 6:52pm
23rd Aug 2010 6:52pm
And this is how the mornings go...
I stick it in my mouth and it vibrates
The news breeds violence
Coffee
Awkward silence
Hows the weather, where are my shoes?
And who are you anyway?
We will drink tonight
To loosen our tongues
And then we will sleep alone
Dreaming about being together
Twisted tongues and tornadoes
And where will my shoes be in the morning?
The news breeds violence
Coffee
Awkward silence
Hows the weather, where are my shoes?
And who are you anyway?
We will drink tonight
To loosen our tongues
And then we will sleep alone
Dreaming about being together
Twisted tongues and tornadoes
And where will my shoes be in the morning?
972 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2010 6:19pm
23rd Aug 2010 6:19pm
a certain fleeting unity
Internal dialogue runs incessantly
While you roll a joint
And cringe at passers by
We find mutual meanings
In ramblings of Sartre
Or someone or no one
And write on our shoes
To prove indifference to the material and aesthetic
While I catch reflections in car windows
We condemn it all
Like ignorant prophets
And drink to the future
While living in the past
Take pictures trying to preserve this fleeting unity
You observe my scribbled summary of this transitory train ride
With amusement and sadness
At what you assume to be boredom...
While you roll a joint
And cringe at passers by
We find mutual meanings
In ramblings of Sartre
Or someone or no one
And write on our shoes
To prove indifference to the material and aesthetic
While I catch reflections in car windows
We condemn it all
Like ignorant prophets
And drink to the future
While living in the past
Take pictures trying to preserve this fleeting unity
You observe my scribbled summary of this transitory train ride
With amusement and sadness
At what you assume to be boredom...
714 reads
1 Comment
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