Submissions by chriswwriter
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
sometimes armored, sometimes more exposed than most can cope with, I come here not with star juice and denouement, but with demon blood and freshly raped and killed werewolves and a heart that flows through souls like healing does old wounds.
SELF POEM
Published
1st Aug 2014 9:25pm
1st Aug 2014 9:25pm
Time To Fly
When releasing the daily rigor and beat
the jazz of my life slides down tempo
and I find solace lifting my spirits feet
with Miles, Monk and Mancini to let go
dancing off-time moment's language...
Respite is a cold soda, a fresh smoke and music love.
Chris Whitenack © 2014
the jazz of my life slides down tempo
and I find solace lifting my spirits feet
with Miles, Monk and Mancini to let go
dancing off-time moment's language...
Respite is a cold soda, a fresh smoke and music love.
Chris Whitenack © 2014
637 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
27th Jul 2014 3:46pm
27th Jul 2014 3:46pm
Lumière du Matin
For every new beginning, there is an afterward
touch is no longer action but a place
safety now an afterthought, love more than a word
see, this is where we meet face to face.
Seeing the last of secrets passed, morning
light dispels mystery for the magik’s real
only to know doesn’t dispel belief, pouring
sunshine on what we really are, what we feel.
The morning after is when the journey really begins.
Chris Whitenack © 2014
touch is no longer action but a place
safety now an afterthought, love more than a word
see, this is where we meet face to face.
Seeing the last of secrets passed, morning
light dispels mystery for the magik’s real
only to know doesn’t dispel belief, pouring
sunshine on what we really are, what we feel.
The morning after is when the journey really begins.
Chris Whitenack © 2014
525 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
26th Jul 2014 7:02pm
26th Jul 2014 7:02pm
Whence I Am At.
Fathoming the depth of now, patience waits.
I am not tomorrow, and yesterday's ghost
while learning is current electric
that doesn't have a shutoff notice.
Understanding why I wait for one already here,
perhaps I can move forward, a green light
in my own life instead of so many
others that heed. Good question;
Do I harken to my own Voice?
I am no emotional cripple, and road weary
has been replaced with a fantastic voyage
thus I prepare and soon prepay.
Perhaps living without is it's own poverty?
Pondering answers my puzzle...
I am not tomorrow, and yesterday's ghost
while learning is current electric
that doesn't have a shutoff notice.
Understanding why I wait for one already here,
perhaps I can move forward, a green light
in my own life instead of so many
others that heed. Good question;
Do I harken to my own Voice?
I am no emotional cripple, and road weary
has been replaced with a fantastic voyage
thus I prepare and soon prepay.
Perhaps living without is it's own poverty?
Pondering answers my puzzle...
471 reads
0 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
24th Jul 2014 5:46pm
24th Jul 2014 5:46pm
Love Is Not Selfish
Hungry, cloying desperation isn’t love, it’s want.
In and of itself selfish, and to some extent
we’re all selfish.
Love is making sure there is food on the table for
both of you. Dressing the kids so she can get
ready for work. Letting him use the shower first,
because he’s nervous about a meeting at work
and wants/needs to be there early to process.
And recognizing all of this is golden, especially
when either one of you forgets to kiss the other
on the way out the door.
But remembering two kisses when you get home.
If you love the right...
In and of itself selfish, and to some extent
we’re all selfish.
Love is making sure there is food on the table for
both of you. Dressing the kids so she can get
ready for work. Letting him use the shower first,
because he’s nervous about a meeting at work
and wants/needs to be there early to process.
And recognizing all of this is golden, especially
when either one of you forgets to kiss the other
on the way out the door.
But remembering two kisses when you get home.
If you love the right...
987 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Jul 2014 6:37pm
22nd Jul 2014 6:37pm
Go Easy, Or Just Go
771 reads
4 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
21st Jul 2014 3:30am
21st Jul 2014 3:30am
The Cairn Tree
Inevitability is a lost art amongst your kin.
You, pale two legged ghosts of what ye
truly are, you of witch brood, you
of blood sinn.
.
Ya worries bring ye naught, gone
are your uncircled lives before
a meadow break, a robins song
and then ye leave, ye die.
.
You’ve the worries of ant’s and
beasts dwellin’ here in me wood.
Why do yeh forget, warlock man
why do ye set aside a call of…
.
You’re very own magick blood?
Chris Whitenack © 2014
You, pale two legged ghosts of what ye
truly are, you of witch brood, you
of blood sinn.
.
Ya worries bring ye naught, gone
are your uncircled lives before
a meadow break, a robins song
and then ye leave, ye die.
.
You’ve the worries of ant’s and
beasts dwellin’ here in me wood.
Why do yeh forget, warlock man
why do ye set aside a call of…
.
You’re very own magick blood?
Chris Whitenack © 2014
638 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
21st Jul 2014 3:12am
21st Jul 2014 3:12am
Words That Speak
While words change hands like keys,
Opening doors that might not be
Cracked and peered into otherwise
I stand by the closet.
They can also be bricks that make a wall
Either to keep in or keep out those
Wanted in or cast completely out
Those keys are more handy.
There are words that beautify, flowers
That smell sweet only for so long
And trees that stay as useful and
Beauty can be in the most gnarled oaks.
Language is capital, and honestly,
Some days I’m just plain broke.
This is why I crave a table
And you on the...
Opening doors that might not be
Cracked and peered into otherwise
I stand by the closet.
They can also be bricks that make a wall
Either to keep in or keep out those
Wanted in or cast completely out
Those keys are more handy.
There are words that beautify, flowers
That smell sweet only for so long
And trees that stay as useful and
Beauty can be in the most gnarled oaks.
Language is capital, and honestly,
Some days I’m just plain broke.
This is why I crave a table
And you on the...
654 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Jul 2014 3:58am
16th Jul 2014 3:58am
Roads Returned Peace
Rolling over hills fired by autumnal blaze
or slipping down mountains in Texas
the true hold of my gaze
inward pointing towards this summer nexus.
Home is no longer where my body rests
My place is in writ of blackened wingtips
Ferrous bones bring a mettle to mine
be it in glowing blue field or papyrus
She is my bravery, my roadway, my sign.
She lives in my back straight and spine curved
fireflies in mason jar released wishes
Gentle is a swords nature from pen to word
this... seventh sense that came love surreptitious
Now...
or slipping down mountains in Texas
the true hold of my gaze
inward pointing towards this summer nexus.
Home is no longer where my body rests
My place is in writ of blackened wingtips
Ferrous bones bring a mettle to mine
be it in glowing blue field or papyrus
She is my bravery, my roadway, my sign.
She lives in my back straight and spine curved
fireflies in mason jar released wishes
Gentle is a swords nature from pen to word
this... seventh sense that came love surreptitious
Now...
744 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
13th Jul 2014 2:28pm
13th Jul 2014 2:28pm
Loves Form
Wherein love fails
there is touch
Wherein touch fails
there is voice
Wherein voice fails
there is attention.
and
Wherein attention fails
there is quiet comfort in being each.
All are loves form, so love never fails.
See, wherein quiet comfort lasts
attention returns
Wherein attention lasts
voice returns
Wherein voice lasts
then touch returns
and we need not worry
wherein touch lasts, for…
all are loves form, and love always lasts.
Chris Whitenack © 2014
there is touch
Wherein touch fails
there is voice
Wherein voice fails
there is attention.
and
Wherein attention fails
there is quiet comfort in being each.
All are loves form, so love never fails.
See, wherein quiet comfort lasts
attention returns
Wherein attention lasts
voice returns
Wherein voice lasts
then touch returns
and we need not worry
wherein touch lasts, for…
all are loves form, and love always lasts.
Chris Whitenack © 2014
640 reads
0 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Jul 2014 6:05pm
12th Jul 2014 6:05pm
Keeping Wistful Light
Stretching into old stars in the night passed, letting tendons realign and mind,
I am here and there.
Relaxing mind into day.
Turning off the fan whilst chicken bakes, lest we do in July’s phantom burn,
I made the coffee and eggs on
The fancy of we like.
Keeping wistful light, and spirits buoyant, pasts and futures meld and, hey;
Arlo Guthrie is a nice day’s start.
There’s a quiet joy in me that holds hands sure and strong, and
my works brim
anticipation, for here and there….
is the only place I need to be.
Chris Whitenack...
I am here and there.
Relaxing mind into day.
Turning off the fan whilst chicken bakes, lest we do in July’s phantom burn,
I made the coffee and eggs on
The fancy of we like.
Keeping wistful light, and spirits buoyant, pasts and futures meld and, hey;
Arlo Guthrie is a nice day’s start.
There’s a quiet joy in me that holds hands sure and strong, and
my works brim
anticipation, for here and there….
is the only place I need to be.
Chris Whitenack...
635 reads
0 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Jul 2014 5:59pm
12th Jul 2014 5:59pm
Do This Happy Thing
Parenting the noise of a generation lost,
you truly aren't so far from home.
You're finding now there is a cost
no matter the steps taken to roam...
from this reality sans touching real.
Cyber love is as transparent as online chia pets.
If not to real make, why this heart ache?
Relocation to lovers far need not be security threats
be brave! For loves bounty isn't a get but what it makes.
from this reality garner touching real.
Hither and yon are barriers of minds construct.
Let not time,space or perceived lack hesitate
Be...
you truly aren't so far from home.
You're finding now there is a cost
no matter the steps taken to roam...
from this reality sans touching real.
Cyber love is as transparent as online chia pets.
If not to real make, why this heart ache?
Relocation to lovers far need not be security threats
be brave! For loves bounty isn't a get but what it makes.
from this reality garner touching real.
Hither and yon are barriers of minds construct.
Let not time,space or perceived lack hesitate
Be...
591 reads
0 Comments
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