Submissions by jIMNUT_rOARIN
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction Clumsy gesture and strange silence before the panel judges. Much timetravel lag, thus employment and land ownership weren't possible. These buttons and screens will be lost, a return to the desert rocks will be made, flowing back into Far Depths again.
SELF POEM
Published
1st May 2017 11:47am
1st May 2017 11:47am
The 19th Solar Ovulation
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In a dark hollow of oblivion
At the zenith of my intrepid vitality,
A hollow envy does sear the severed mind,
Blinds the light as the darker spheres align;
Here the waving, here the paths unwind,
Here in our dark groping places
The oiled emerald crown tears at the forest nerves,
Bellies in the crested scales, a dragon in her gown,
Down soft as the stars slowly drop;
Her trailing delights, an intrepid dizzy hop,
Born in this coil misery, broken as the ancestral harp
Burns the finger in the crooked act.
...
In a dark hollow of oblivion
At the zenith of my intrepid vitality,
A hollow envy does sear the severed mind,
Blinds the light as the darker spheres align;
Here the waving, here the paths unwind,
Here in our dark groping places
The oiled emerald crown tears at the forest nerves,
Bellies in the crested scales, a dragon in her gown,
Down soft as the stars slowly drop;
Her trailing delights, an intrepid dizzy hop,
Born in this coil misery, broken as the ancestral harp
Burns the finger in the crooked act.
...
461 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Jan 2017 5:48am
28th Jan 2017 5:48am
The Moon Land
The day I see the world end
will be the day when the Earth
casts my shadow on the moon land.
The world will end
when white mushrooms
sprout abruptly and
touch the clouds.
Primal cause concealed,
the green hand that lifts the shadow,
and leashes the ring of beasts
hallowed in the stars.
From Pluto's mild pastures
the world will end sparkling,
all the stars will burst and
shine no more.
The world is here for us to escape,
imagine all the people flying and screaming,
remember all the...
will be the day when the Earth
casts my shadow on the moon land.
The world will end
when white mushrooms
sprout abruptly and
touch the clouds.
Primal cause concealed,
the green hand that lifts the shadow,
and leashes the ring of beasts
hallowed in the stars.
From Pluto's mild pastures
the world will end sparkling,
all the stars will burst and
shine no more.
The world is here for us to escape,
imagine all the people flying and screaming,
remember all the...
349 reads
7 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
16th Aug 2016 8:37am
16th Aug 2016 8:37am
The sullen toe that rots and wakes for pain...
The sullen toe that rots and wakes for pain,
And pound the auger through the dead bones,
Thrust me out dark and naked, gripping the last tree’s burl,
And let the thick blood caper to an end;
Let my last heap of soft flesh dangle in the wet wind.
Sink me in the sea crying for the low ebb,
And drop the prickly poison on my rotting flank,
Forever I hear the hot gurgle of blood,
And dry the pressing fluids which break the hunkers;
Let my last heap of soft flesh rest in pools of ivy.
Awake, awake, let me hear the dull jangle of day,
And crack...
And pound the auger through the dead bones,
Thrust me out dark and naked, gripping the last tree’s burl,
And let the thick blood caper to an end;
Let my last heap of soft flesh dangle in the wet wind.
Sink me in the sea crying for the low ebb,
And drop the prickly poison on my rotting flank,
Forever I hear the hot gurgle of blood,
And dry the pressing fluids which break the hunkers;
Let my last heap of soft flesh rest in pools of ivy.
Awake, awake, let me hear the dull jangle of day,
And crack...
362 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
19th Jul 2016 6:14am
19th Jul 2016 6:14am
The Adjourning of Sara’s Beauty, In Thickets Far and High
Beauty, Beauty,
Cradled far in thin memory;
And I could talk and labour in His hours,
Pay perchance to cross upon your eyes again;
But Never, Never,
The tender caress of your ambrosial form;
To trolley with the mind’s wishful finger
Down the champagne landscape of your shine,
Smooth as silk, yet now a vagary
Lost behind a black wall.
In thickets far and high,
I search for meaning in the breezes;
To Yearn, to Yearn,
To command the walls and aisles
And find your blessed room;
But Never, Never,
I lay upon a hill of...
Cradled far in thin memory;
And I could talk and labour in His hours,
Pay perchance to cross upon your eyes again;
But Never, Never,
The tender caress of your ambrosial form;
To trolley with the mind’s wishful finger
Down the champagne landscape of your shine,
Smooth as silk, yet now a vagary
Lost behind a black wall.
In thickets far and high,
I search for meaning in the breezes;
To Yearn, to Yearn,
To command the walls and aisles
And find your blessed room;
But Never, Never,
I lay upon a hill of...
455 reads
7 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Jul 2016 6:06am
19th Jul 2016 6:06am
Mumble Jumble Jim and the porcupine / The Black Book Period - Division Marker (***FILLER and NON-FILLER***)
1) The Trance (part ii)
Madman: Oh my darling, I wish you were there...
This insane gradient keeps me open to the night...
You’ll never know I was Here.
RV Wife: What’s he doing?
RV Husband: He’s talking to himself.
Madman: Oh good, the tourists have arrived...
Time to... put on a show...
RV Wife: He’s stopped... What’s he doing now?
He’s just standing there.
RV Husband: Look at his eyes... It’s like they aren’t there...
It’s like......
Madman: Oh my darling, I wish you were there...
This insane gradient keeps me open to the night...
You’ll never know I was Here.
RV Wife: What’s he doing?
RV Husband: He’s talking to himself.
Madman: Oh good, the tourists have arrived...
Time to... put on a show...
RV Wife: He’s stopped... What’s he doing now?
He’s just standing there.
RV Husband: Look at his eyes... It’s like they aren’t there...
It’s like......
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1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
28th Jun 2016 9:55am
28th Jun 2016 9:55am
One Question... (***semi-filler***)
Porcupine: One question.
Jim: What is it?
Porcupine: Why are we doing this?
Jim: So people don’t... ask questions.
Porcupine: Okay, okay, one more?
Can I ask one more?
Jim: Go ahead... we have all Day...
Porcupine: Why are there a few lines of poetry,
Scattered here and there?
Jim: Because sometimes, my little friend...
I have to... talk to Myself.
Jim: What is it?
Porcupine: Why are we doing this?
Jim: So people don’t... ask questions.
Porcupine: Okay, okay, one more?
Can I ask one more?
Jim: Go ahead... we have all Day...
Porcupine: Why are there a few lines of poetry,
Scattered here and there?
Jim: Because sometimes, my little friend...
I have to... talk to Myself.
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2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
28th Jun 2016 9:47am
28th Jun 2016 9:47am
A herd of females perched from far branches... (***FILLER***)
A herd of females perched from far branches,
watched the madman bathe foolishly in cold waters.]
Girl #1: I don’t know, he’s scary...
Girl #2: He has long hair, and he reads poetry...
Girl #3: He doesn’t drink...
Girl #4: I heard he goes crazy on pot...
Girl #2: One day I followed him out into the far woods...
He didn’t see me... I hid, watching...
Girl #1: So what happened, did he do anything?
Girl #2: Well, he bent down to sniff something on the ground...
And then he was looking at these broken plants...
...
watched the madman bathe foolishly in cold waters.]
Girl #1: I don’t know, he’s scary...
Girl #2: He has long hair, and he reads poetry...
Girl #3: He doesn’t drink...
Girl #4: I heard he goes crazy on pot...
Girl #2: One day I followed him out into the far woods...
He didn’t see me... I hid, watching...
Girl #1: So what happened, did he do anything?
Girl #2: Well, he bent down to sniff something on the ground...
And then he was looking at these broken plants...
...
407 reads
4 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
11th Apr 2016 7:38am
11th Apr 2016 7:38am
The Last Conversation
Porcupine: Where are you?
Jim: Out here... in the darkness...
Porcupine: Alone?
None beside you?
Jim: None beside...
None before and none after...
Porcupine: Just you?
Jim: None below and none above...
None within and none around...
No one...
Porcupine: But you are here.
Someone is there.
Who is it, that is there?
Jim: God...
Porcupine: But with speaking words, curled grey snakes
Of dust gathered on paper; words, thick words,
Stalky...
Jim: Out here... in the darkness...
Porcupine: Alone?
None beside you?
Jim: None beside...
None before and none after...
Porcupine: Just you?
Jim: None below and none above...
None within and none around...
No one...
Porcupine: But you are here.
Someone is there.
Who is it, that is there?
Jim: God...
Porcupine: But with speaking words, curled grey snakes
Of dust gathered on paper; words, thick words,
Stalky...
486 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2016 4:35pm
2nd Mar 2016 4:35pm
In Their Obedience of Electrical Crosses...
In their obedience of electrical crosses
Aligned from end to end,
In their water vision of sorcery
In the treasure of steep mountains,
They never see my soul in the sticks of flame,
A prostrate vassal of dark flesh
With hard knees bent on the silver floor.
Lonely reveries in the tall trees,
Caved faces marvelously stirring about,
Deep lips and heavy brows,
Old myths in the sharp teeth and crackled hair,
Costumes decorating the looming moon’s
Half hidden obscenity.
Though dancing until the fires ended
And danger was...
Aligned from end to end,
In their water vision of sorcery
In the treasure of steep mountains,
They never see my soul in the sticks of flame,
A prostrate vassal of dark flesh
With hard knees bent on the silver floor.
Lonely reveries in the tall trees,
Caved faces marvelously stirring about,
Deep lips and heavy brows,
Old myths in the sharp teeth and crackled hair,
Costumes decorating the looming moon’s
Half hidden obscenity.
Though dancing until the fires ended
And danger was...
406 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Mar 2016 3:56am
1st Mar 2016 3:56am
The Party
Visions, apparitions,
Lost monsters in the smoke.
In these brimstone acres,
I shall erect with tools of gold,
A fountain of flames to watch the party
And snare the minds as they escape.
And as caretaker of this great monument,
I shall invoke images; the legends of old ghosts
To overwhelm the tired, wrinkled eyes
Of those assembled at this place
On the night of finding venom.
Look out!
Demons in the trees of dusk!
The fields of gentle beasts and soft flavours,
Are over the hill, across the river;
This is the...
Lost monsters in the smoke.
In these brimstone acres,
I shall erect with tools of gold,
A fountain of flames to watch the party
And snare the minds as they escape.
And as caretaker of this great monument,
I shall invoke images; the legends of old ghosts
To overwhelm the tired, wrinkled eyes
Of those assembled at this place
On the night of finding venom.
Look out!
Demons in the trees of dusk!
The fields of gentle beasts and soft flavours,
Are over the hill, across the river;
This is the...
543 reads
5 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
28th Feb 2016 5:27am
28th Feb 2016 5:27am
Just Like Nomads
Video Recording @:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lKX-YPYIqmY
The rat just hit another bar,
Tonight he’s already gone too far...
Making enemies with the sun,
Hitting on the heroine...
It’s all right, she was looking for
The villain tonight...
Blurried sidewalks full of eyes,
Behind the amber windows the warm dream lies...
Guarded by the vagrant in thrift cloth,
Holding out his cup for its’ empty doom...
While the damsel's crying on the church steps,
Underneath the stardoms...
‘Cause friday night is kicking alive,...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lKX-YPYIqmY
The rat just hit another bar,
Tonight he’s already gone too far...
Making enemies with the sun,
Hitting on the heroine...
It’s all right, she was looking for
The villain tonight...
Blurried sidewalks full of eyes,
Behind the amber windows the warm dream lies...
Guarded by the vagrant in thrift cloth,
Holding out his cup for its’ empty doom...
While the damsel's crying on the church steps,
Underneath the stardoms...
‘Cause friday night is kicking alive,...
460 reads
3 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
28th Feb 2016 5:14am
28th Feb 2016 5:14am
You Fold 'Round Your Stem (---Original Version---)
Video Recording @:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lKX-YPYIqmY
I don’t know this neighbourhood very well,
So I got up early and went for a stroll...
I put my head into a strange flower,
And when I arose, it was no longer, the same hour...
Child of the moon
Flower of the night
You fold ‘round your stem
Bloom into earth again
Child of the moon
Serpent of the fire
My flesh seems uneven
Blood is a poison
I forgot my old intentions...
Sight can be the worst detention.
Child of the moon...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lKX-YPYIqmY
I don’t know this neighbourhood very well,
So I got up early and went for a stroll...
I put my head into a strange flower,
And when I arose, it was no longer, the same hour...
Child of the moon
Flower of the night
You fold ‘round your stem
Bloom into earth again
Child of the moon
Serpent of the fire
My flesh seems uneven
Blood is a poison
I forgot my old intentions...
Sight can be the worst detention.
Child of the moon...
480 reads
4 Comments
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