Submissions by jIMNUT_rOARIN
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Clumsy gestured strange silence before paneled Judge. Much timetraveled lag, thus employment land ownership not possible. Plastified button, electribright screen lost - A return to desert rocks made, backstroke flowing unto Far Depths once forever again.
SELF POEM
Published
28th Nov 2022 4:36pm
28th Nov 2022 4:36pm
It began...
It all began with the last vision
In a fire of smoke
Tearing us by time apart
Until resolving
In a sunrise of Belonging.
*
It began proclaiming
"I wish to share my hallucinations"
I have come and I've found the other side
A janitor roped in the meddling of time
Patterns on the wall
So far but nearly touching
The impossible wooden structure rising
Yes it is haphazard, so don't think by it
The hallway of animals proclaiming a falling death
And the schedules reconcurring
Recreating our...
In a fire of smoke
Tearing us by time apart
Until resolving
In a sunrise of Belonging.
*
It began proclaiming
"I wish to share my hallucinations"
I have come and I've found the other side
A janitor roped in the meddling of time
Patterns on the wall
So far but nearly touching
The impossible wooden structure rising
Yes it is haphazard, so don't think by it
The hallway of animals proclaiming a falling death
And the schedules reconcurring
Recreating our...
#LifeCycle
#temptation
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SELF POEM
Published
28th Nov 2022 3:56pm
28th Nov 2022 3:56pm
As I Listen to the Music of My Youth, Beside the Backyard Pond
Again I watch dismayed
As the snow melts below my striken feet.
Wavering cloud draped upon wavering pond
All the sun long.
The tingling insects creep,
Raspy muskrat plays and wallows.
Dry straw floor shivering,
Wooden fingers of the brown trees,
Shiver on the pond surface.
Again the atomic summer,
Again the rotting flush.
How do I conduct myself again,
Stiff or shrunken?
Eyed tingled, bone cracked,
Muscle cramped, skin ripped,
Blotted, dryness, wetness,
Fibrous sinewed,
Chaotic...
As the snow melts below my striken feet.
Wavering cloud draped upon wavering pond
All the sun long.
The tingling insects creep,
Raspy muskrat plays and wallows.
Dry straw floor shivering,
Wooden fingers of the brown trees,
Shiver on the pond surface.
Again the atomic summer,
Again the rotting flush.
How do I conduct myself again,
Stiff or shrunken?
Eyed tingled, bone cracked,
Muscle cramped, skin ripped,
Blotted, dryness, wetness,
Fibrous sinewed,
Chaotic...
#forest
#summer
#fate
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SELF POEM
Published
23rd Nov 2022 12:02pm
23rd Nov 2022 12:02pm
O Great City No More, Be Gone!
Palace spire and residence stone, I once so loftly dashed,
Dreaming views and bustle, in fluffled collar, straight fine cord;
Traipsed canal bend, stairs embassorial, brass railing curl,
Whistle with tea, some smiling commerce, few winks and chuckle,
Then pleasantly park slopes to the neighbourhood home.
But oh how terrible twisted the Mind of City Man has become,
Shadowy arbitrary, rule counted and perniciously surveilled!
Out! I am no more there! There ist no fitting place to bother with,
No point of continued worth, useless experience and...
Dreaming views and bustle, in fluffled collar, straight fine cord;
Traipsed canal bend, stairs embassorial, brass railing curl,
Whistle with tea, some smiling commerce, few winks and chuckle,
Then pleasantly park slopes to the neighbourhood home.
But oh how terrible twisted the Mind of City Man has become,
Shadowy arbitrary, rule counted and perniciously surveilled!
Out! I am no more there! There ist no fitting place to bother with,
No point of continued worth, useless experience and...
#corruption
#city
#forest #TruthOfLife
#forest #TruthOfLife
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Nov 2022 8:55am
23rd Nov 2022 8:55am
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foople woople cough gawff you're sent off
the embalmer's sin with the runny widow's grin
and under the arch decays
of empires' shadow and crumble
there go blinks of light, whoops o wind
blast of devastation hair sideways
did you even hear the radio
did you even care
thousand animals panic and flee
nerves root out zillioning quick and harsh
to the disfrabricing eyes laying too still
incapable of erase
guess we're dead, rattle one halfpill
close the windows, power down
and throw the latest shoe pebble ...
the embalmer's sin with the runny widow's grin
and under the arch decays
of empires' shadow and crumble
there go blinks of light, whoops o wind
blast of devastation hair sideways
did you even hear the radio
did you even care
thousand animals panic and flee
nerves root out zillioning quick and harsh
to the disfrabricing eyes laying too still
incapable of erase
guess we're dead, rattle one halfpill
close the windows, power down
and throw the latest shoe pebble ...
#symbolism
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th May 2019 5:13pm
29th May 2019 5:13pm
statement on eventual return (***semi-filler***)
been gone a hundred's day
though like a pet's life's seven times multiplication of days
sleeping and stretching, feeding and moping all the same four corners
it felt like many times the re-serened eternities
change
and repetition
are the constants to this Here
care not to be image accepted by the day walks
just breeze away the past tutorial semblance
ye who sink for familiar face feature
to feel connective circulation
of Oneness
lip formed
finger tip pulsed
allow anything again
...
though like a pet's life's seven times multiplication of days
sleeping and stretching, feeding and moping all the same four corners
it felt like many times the re-serened eternities
change
and repetition
are the constants to this Here
care not to be image accepted by the day walks
just breeze away the past tutorial semblance
ye who sink for familiar face feature
to feel connective circulation
of Oneness
lip formed
finger tip pulsed
allow anything again
...
#LifeAsAWriter
#FeelingLost
#nostalgia
#emptiness
#determination
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th May 2019 8:35am
29th May 2019 8:35am
Person A gets to do That to Person B and Person B gets to do That to Person A, Isn't that Grand?!
#love
#science
#TruthOfLife
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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.
...
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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...
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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...
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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...
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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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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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