Submissions by harliequin
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I love playing with words
LOVE POEM
Published
8th Nov 2015 4:47am
8th Nov 2015 4:47am
A Panting Pantoum (and more)
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heartbeats thrum in throats
silent moments tick
fingers fumble coats
nervous gooseflesh prick
silent moments tick
buoyant hearts, they swell
nervous gooseflesh prick
bound within this spell
buoyant hearts, they swell
dawn breaks halcyon haze
bound within this spell
caught within your gaze
dawn breaks halcyon haze
fingers fumble coats
caught within your gaze
heartbeats thrum in throats
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5 a.m....
heartbeats thrum in throats
silent moments tick
fingers fumble coats
nervous gooseflesh prick
silent moments tick
buoyant hearts, they swell
nervous gooseflesh prick
bound within this spell
buoyant hearts, they swell
dawn breaks halcyon haze
bound within this spell
caught within your gaze
dawn breaks halcyon haze
fingers fumble coats
caught within your gaze
heartbeats thrum in throats
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5 a.m....
770 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Nov 2015 10:57pm
3rd Nov 2015 10:57pm
Siren
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she moves like whispers on the wind
tiptoe through her house of glass
soft-footed, fragile, limber-limbed
step outside through crystal grass
tiptoe through her house of glass
be careful where you tread
step outside through crystal grass
where fragile soft feet bled
be careful where you tread
missteps will send you crashing
where fragile soft feet bled
and tender hearts die smashing
missteps will send you crashing
soft-footed, fragile, limber-limbed
and tender hearts die...
she moves like whispers on the wind
tiptoe through her house of glass
soft-footed, fragile, limber-limbed
step outside through crystal grass
tiptoe through her house of glass
be careful where you tread
step outside through crystal grass
where fragile soft feet bled
be careful where you tread
missteps will send you crashing
where fragile soft feet bled
and tender hearts die smashing
missteps will send you crashing
soft-footed, fragile, limber-limbed
and tender hearts die...
725 reads
5 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
3rd Nov 2015 10:56pm
3rd Nov 2015 10:56pm
Burdened
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There's so much to tell you, and yet I fear boring you or somehow trailing on and digressing beyond any point of interest. Yet, I feel I must get it down and share this in ink. I've already shared it in so many words bursting from my lips; and yet spoken words can easily be forgotten. Spoken sentiments dim with time and distraction. I want to remember this, even though I feel I wish I could forget.
I'm so tired of telling the story over and over again, searching somehow for something to ease the pain and anger. Hoping that sharing will...
There's so much to tell you, and yet I fear boring you or somehow trailing on and digressing beyond any point of interest. Yet, I feel I must get it down and share this in ink. I've already shared it in so many words bursting from my lips; and yet spoken words can easily be forgotten. Spoken sentiments dim with time and distraction. I want to remember this, even though I feel I wish I could forget.
I'm so tired of telling the story over and over again, searching somehow for something to ease the pain and anger. Hoping that sharing will...
887 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Nov 2015 11:09pm
2nd Nov 2015 11:09pm
His Heart A Mountain (a pantoum)
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broken hearts upon crags of old
tears run like a fountain
his heart an avalanche, stone cold
as the crest of mountains
tears run like a fountain
parted by this great divide
as the crest of mountains
leaves no place to hide
parted by this great divide
cowering from constant bombardment
leaves no place to hide
plummeting from high escarpments
cowering from constant bombardment
broken hearts upon crags of old
plummeting from high escarpments
his heart an avalanche, stone cold...
broken hearts upon crags of old
tears run like a fountain
his heart an avalanche, stone cold
as the crest of mountains
tears run like a fountain
parted by this great divide
as the crest of mountains
leaves no place to hide
parted by this great divide
cowering from constant bombardment
leaves no place to hide
plummeting from high escarpments
cowering from constant bombardment
broken hearts upon crags of old
plummeting from high escarpments
his heart an avalanche, stone cold...
715 reads
6 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
22nd Oct 2015 11:04pm
22nd Oct 2015 11:04pm
Numerology of a Gypsy's Shoes
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I was born in Chicago and lived here, with my mother, until I was fourteen -- in a total of four locations over that time frame.
I moved to Indiana for high school, where I lived with my father -- a total of only two locations in four years.
In the middle of summer, after I graduated, I moved back to the Chicago suburbs for college, where I attended a two-year program for an Associates Degree in Graphic Design and Multimedia (which probably cost me more than I ever made in that...
I was born in Chicago and lived here, with my mother, until I was fourteen -- in a total of four locations over that time frame.
I moved to Indiana for high school, where I lived with my father -- a total of only two locations in four years.
In the middle of summer, after I graduated, I moved back to the Chicago suburbs for college, where I attended a two-year program for an Associates Degree in Graphic Design and Multimedia (which probably cost me more than I ever made in that...
749 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
21st Oct 2015 4:52pm
21st Oct 2015 4:52pm
Dandelion Seed - An Expansion in Hereditary Vocabulary
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Oh how I wish I could be
like a dandelion seed
beginning with the root
with a radical radicle
an antitropous locus
where the shoot
takes acute route
away from the hilem
[the seed coat’s scarred mark that didn’t fall far,
from the tree - rather where it fell from the ovary
of the plant from which it came]
that’s held over me all the same
the same rotary rosary
I whisper in my poetry
that places all the blame
on the hilem
for placing me in this phylum
[where I feel...
Oh how I wish I could be
like a dandelion seed
beginning with the root
with a radical radicle
an antitropous locus
where the shoot
takes acute route
away from the hilem
[the seed coat’s scarred mark that didn’t fall far,
from the tree - rather where it fell from the ovary
of the plant from which it came]
that’s held over me all the same
the same rotary rosary
I whisper in my poetry
that places all the blame
on the hilem
for placing me in this phylum
[where I feel...
804 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Oct 2015 3:52pm
14th Oct 2015 3:52pm
Rattlebone Breezes
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Wind
thrums
electric
threading
through
fingertips
phalanges
dangling
at sides
Rattling
laminae
like
rattan
chimes
sending
shivers up
xylophone
spines
Teeth hum
zephyr
turned to
tempest
squall
tunes
an osseous
anthem
galvanized
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Wind
thrums
electric
threading
through
fingertips
phalanges
dangling
at sides
Rattling
laminae
like
rattan
chimes
sending
shivers up
xylophone
spines
Teeth hum
zephyr
turned to
tempest
squall
tunes
an osseous
anthem
galvanized
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797 reads
3 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
12th Oct 2015 4:28pm
12th Oct 2015 4:28pm
Fake
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Sometimes your
saccharine
susurrations
scream at me
like nails
lacerating chalkboards.
Loud laudations
lyophilize in my veins.
I will not
intone false
idolatry -
idealizations
that fall
thickly from my
tongue to
tickle your fancy.
I will be the
iconoclast who shatters the
idyllic idiocy of those
inured to false flattery.
Adulations of
ass kissers grind
abhorrent in my bones;
aberration, I may be,
but I'll never be a...
Sometimes your
saccharine
susurrations
scream at me
like nails
lacerating chalkboards.
Loud laudations
lyophilize in my veins.
I will not
intone false
idolatry -
idealizations
that fall
thickly from my
tongue to
tickle your fancy.
I will be the
iconoclast who shatters the
idyllic idiocy of those
inured to false flattery.
Adulations of
ass kissers grind
abhorrent in my bones;
aberration, I may be,
but I'll never be a...
883 reads
11 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Oct 2015 4:42pm
7th Oct 2015 4:42pm
Ink will burn
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Insisting that
your own work
is art
is presumptuous.
Perhaps my
ink
is beautiful
to me
but to you
it might
simply be
scrap.
Trash.
Fodder
for a
fire.
What matters
is how
I see my work,
not you.
But in the
end
what matters,
doesn't anyway.
Art is
subjective.
Opinions
differ.
No one is
right
when nothing
is left.
Let it burn.
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Insisting that
your own work
is art
is presumptuous.
Perhaps my
ink
is beautiful
to me
but to you
it might
simply be
scrap.
Trash.
Fodder
for a
fire.
What matters
is how
I see my work,
not you.
But in the
end
what matters,
doesn't anyway.
Art is
subjective.
Opinions
differ.
No one is
right
when nothing
is left.
Let it burn.
-----------------
739 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Oct 2015 5:31pm
2nd Oct 2015 5:31pm
Sin
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Greed
Feel my need
Feed me to fill
this aching hole
Fill me
Give me more
yet nothing
will console.
Gluttony
And even when
I've had enough
it's NOT.
One more
morsel
and one more
until I pop
Sloth
Gorged
and comatose
Struggling to lumber
Unmitigatedly
Unmotivated
Sedated
Let me slumber
Lust
Fan the flames
my flesh awakes
reaching for your seed
Fill me now
with wanton
fire, desire,
and slake my need.
Pride
Bow...
Greed
Feel my need
Feed me to fill
this aching hole
Fill me
Give me more
yet nothing
will console.
Gluttony
And even when
I've had enough
it's NOT.
One more
morsel
and one more
until I pop
Sloth
Gorged
and comatose
Struggling to lumber
Unmitigatedly
Unmotivated
Sedated
Let me slumber
Lust
Fan the flames
my flesh awakes
reaching for your seed
Fill me now
with wanton
fire, desire,
and slake my need.
Pride
Bow...
772 reads
5 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
1st Oct 2015 3:54pm
1st Oct 2015 3:54pm
Take Me
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Come hither
black shadows
slither
'cross my skin
let me feel you
prickle
gooseflesh
til I take you
within
Embrace me
chill wind howl
twitching
in my veins
lay me bare
beneath
the moonlight
and your
bewitching gaze
Devour me
dark evening
take me
within
Engulf me
Consume me
Til I give in
to sin
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Come hither
black shadows
slither
'cross my skin
let me feel you
prickle
gooseflesh
til I take you
within
Embrace me
chill wind howl
twitching
in my veins
lay me bare
beneath
the moonlight
and your
bewitching gaze
Devour me
dark evening
take me
within
Engulf me
Consume me
Til I give in
to sin
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942 reads
10 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
30th Sep 2015 6:07pm
30th Sep 2015 6:07pm
A Hollow Even Cadaence (cadae)
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Night dark as
coal
Hollow chill wind
blow
Leaves a-chatter, crisp
they clatter past my stilletto'd toes
clicking
down silent darkened streets
past where shadows meet
sudden shriek
galvanizes feet
heartbeats thrum in throat, I swallow
pray to God, may I see tomorrow
whispered, oh-so Hallow-een
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Cadae form - an interesting form, for sure. Look it up!
Night dark as
coal
Hollow chill wind
blow
Leaves a-chatter, crisp
they clatter past my stilletto'd toes
clicking
down silent darkened streets
past where shadows meet
sudden shriek
galvanizes feet
heartbeats thrum in throat, I swallow
pray to God, may I see tomorrow
whispered, oh-so Hallow-een
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Cadae form - an interesting form, for sure. Look it up!
815 reads
3 Comments
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