Submissions by javalini
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Crone and Codger
we can
founder
here
if we please,
you and i,
close
enough
to water's
edge
to let
the current
lull us
into dreams,
unafraid,
undisturbed,
and probably
forgotten
we can
hold these
sweet, familiar
things
and these
good, last years
and bask
in the warm light
of our bright star
and simply be
in this delicious
morning
and that is a gift
that time bestows
upon those it blesses
founder
here
if we please,
you and i,
close
enough
to water's
edge
to let
the current
lull us
into dreams,
unafraid,
undisturbed,
and probably
forgotten
we can
hold these
sweet, familiar
things
and these
good, last years
and bask
in the warm light
of our bright star
and simply be
in this delicious
morning
and that is a gift
that time bestows
upon those it blesses
#relationships
#aging
#NaPoWriMo2022
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4 Comments
Sweet Talk
i just love
to hear you talk,
it's music to my ear --
one syllable
is two or more
and that just
kills me, dear
i like ain't
and what for that
and is with
them and they
i like ya'll
and reckon so
and all them
words you say
your walk is
is like an angel dance
your charms
can make
me swoon
but when you coo
i tell you true
it sends me to
the moon
your drawl is
sweet as cotton candy
soft as robin song
so tell me 'bout
your day, sweet...
to hear you talk,
it's music to my ear --
one syllable
is two or more
and that just
kills me, dear
i like ain't
and what for that
and is with
them and they
i like ya'll
and reckon so
and all them
words you say
your walk is
is like an angel dance
your charms
can make
me swoon
but when you coo
i tell you true
it sends me to
the moon
your drawl is
sweet as cotton candy
soft as robin song
so tell me 'bout
your day, sweet...
#NaPoWriMo2022
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2 Comments
TAINT OF WAR
lord
are you there
when dark angels fly
and their wrath
rains on rooftops
and puddles like blood
on sidewalks
where bodies lay?
when terror rocks
the house
and mothers wail
and fathers weep
and brothers
watch brothers die
is your hand
around the throat
of who would
wreak such pain
upon the innocent?
then we righteous, too,
would likely die
for lack of air
are you there
when dark angels fly
and their wrath
rains on rooftops
and puddles like blood
on sidewalks
where bodies lay?
when terror rocks
the house
and mothers wail
and fathers weep
and brothers
watch brothers die
is your hand
around the throat
of who would
wreak such pain
upon the innocent?
then we righteous, too,
would likely die
for lack of air
#war
#historical
#NaPoWriMo2022
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2 Comments
PRAYER TO THE SUN
ra there is no one like you
my golden lord
set gold on blue
who conquers dark
and quells the cold
of soul's dark night
and sets him bold
to roam your perfect, holy day
in blessed light
that shows the way
who nudges wake
when day begins
and warms the heart
and lifts the chin
and oh, my kindest, righteous king
whose fires blaze to make the rain
and grow the green
that feeds the whole
my thanks to you
from deepest soul
amen
65 unique words
my golden lord
set gold on blue
who conquers dark
and quells the cold
of soul's dark night
and sets him bold
to roam your perfect, holy day
in blessed light
that shows the way
who nudges wake
when day begins
and warms the heart
and lifts the chin
and oh, my kindest, righteous king
whose fires blaze to make the rain
and grow the green
that feeds the whole
my thanks to you
from deepest soul
amen
65 unique words
#happiness
#sun
#dawn #NaPoWriMo2022
#dawn #NaPoWriMo2022
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WANTING
time to sit
and think
and wonder,
dream and scheme
and do --
fresh, hot coffee,
a book
of poems
so good
they make me
jealous,
my guitar
and some old
records and how
he plays,
his beautiful brown
fingers dancing
so easy on the strings
and bits of art
and some women I see
and, jesus,
how i could just want
want
want
all the livelong day
and think
and wonder,
dream and scheme
and do --
fresh, hot coffee,
a book
of poems
so good
they make me
jealous,
my guitar
and some old
records and how
he plays,
his beautiful brown
fingers dancing
so easy on the strings
and bits of art
and some women I see
and, jesus,
how i could just want
want
want
all the livelong day
#NaPoWriMo2022
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CODES
how the soul
is shackled to this wheel
and, weary,
yearns for freedom
and grips the bars
searching
the grey dawn
for a thin line of blue
and scrapes its nails
on stone walls
and writes it's words
in blood borrowed
from the body
and counts the days
and prays
and reiterates
its innocence
and begs
for justice
and how the best
poems are messages
tapped on pipes,
codes
running cell to cell
in hopes that
someone hears
and feels
and...
is shackled to this wheel
and, weary,
yearns for freedom
and grips the bars
searching
the grey dawn
for a thin line of blue
and scrapes its nails
on stone walls
and writes it's words
in blood borrowed
from the body
and counts the days
and prays
and reiterates
its innocence
and begs
for justice
and how the best
poems are messages
tapped on pipes,
codes
running cell to cell
in hopes that
someone hears
and feels
and...
#LifeStruggles
432 reads
6 Comments
The Tao of Weary Old Men
i love the nests
sparrows left
in my shed
and this tangle
of trees,
the way laurel
just won't quit
and china berry
and sycamore
and the smell
of these old leaves
thick on the ground
and how blackberry
went crazy
way out back
and bamboo
is taking over
by the creek
i love how the sun
subdues the color
of what was
once so brash and new
and paint flaking off the siding
and these old rusty roofs
and why would
a man destroy this
this blunt splendor
with...
sparrows left
in my shed
and this tangle
of trees,
the way laurel
just won't quit
and china berry
and sycamore
and the smell
of these old leaves
thick on the ground
and how blackberry
went crazy
way out back
and bamboo
is taking over
by the creek
i love how the sun
subdues the color
of what was
once so brash and new
and paint flaking off the siding
and these old rusty roofs
and why would
a man destroy this
this blunt splendor
with...
#philosophical
170 reads
6 Comments
NaPoWriMo Blues
if inspiration
takes a break
and words
don't come
in time
remember
what you read here now --
when all else fails,
just rhyme
when genius
works of poets
only make you
feel inept
and you wonder
what on earth
compelled you
to accept
the idea of a
poem a day
when one
a month
seems fair
the very words
i'm writing now
will shield you
from despair
when page is blank
and brain is mute
and tiger 's got
your tongue,
you're weary
and...
takes a break
and words
don't come
in time
remember
what you read here now --
when all else fails,
just rhyme
when genius
works of poets
only make you
feel inept
and you wonder
what on earth
compelled you
to accept
the idea of a
poem a day
when one
a month
seems fair
the very words
i'm writing now
will shield you
from despair
when page is blank
and brain is mute
and tiger 's got
your tongue,
you're weary
and...
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
213 reads
8 Comments
A PEACEFUL PROTEST
he thought it
had finally hit the fan,
a fatal blow
to the american dream he was living,
the new house on eastbrook,
his son working on that old chevy
in the garage
and them eating steaks
or sharing a beer and talking shit
and it's what you make of it, son,
greatest country in the world
no apologies necessary
and then all of that was circling the drain
and the best thing that had happened to the country in decades
cheated out a second term
and jesus, it was cold that morning
and the air electric
and the...
had finally hit the fan,
a fatal blow
to the american dream he was living,
the new house on eastbrook,
his son working on that old chevy
in the garage
and them eating steaks
or sharing a beer and talking shit
and it's what you make of it, son,
greatest country in the world
no apologies necessary
and then all of that was circling the drain
and the best thing that had happened to the country in decades
cheated out a second term
and jesus, it was cold that morning
and the air electric
and the...
#grief
#politics
#rebellion
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Little Prayer
this ragged world
is my eden
hidden
in a thicket
and made holy
by simple prayer
and this hovel
is my Sacrarium
and this table
my alter
and these tools
holier than you
can see
and this faith
is the catalyst
for hymns
and psalms
and mantras
that rise
out of me
natural as
breath
and sing to
the generosity
of whatever
makes my world
and lets me
stand, still strong
in its bright day
and may its peace
be upon all our souls ...
is my eden
hidden
in a thicket
and made holy
by simple prayer
and this hovel
is my Sacrarium
and this table
my alter
and these tools
holier than you
can see
and this faith
is the catalyst
for hymns
and psalms
and mantras
that rise
out of me
natural as
breath
and sing to
the generosity
of whatever
makes my world
and lets me
stand, still strong
in its bright day
and may its peace
be upon all our souls ...
#spiritual
443 reads
4 Comments
SPELL
a recipe the spirit weaves
with elements
from yellowed leaves
of ancient books,
a witch's brew
of sage and thyme
and freshest dew
and ocean sand
and feathers, blue,
and leaf of oak
and willow, too
and hope and wonder
want and pain
then candle lit
to break the chain
of lonely nights
with mem'ry's stain
and prayers
to set the spirit free
and mend the heart
and plant the seed,
good luck and love
so mote it be
with elements
from yellowed leaves
of ancient books,
a witch's brew
of sage and thyme
and freshest dew
and ocean sand
and feathers, blue,
and leaf of oak
and willow, too
and hope and wonder
want and pain
then candle lit
to break the chain
of lonely nights
with mem'ry's stain
and prayers
to set the spirit free
and mend the heart
and plant the seed,
good luck and love
so mote it be
#magic
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2 Comments
PRAYERS ON THE TIN ROOF OF HEAVEN
prayers
are like rain
to god
so it's no wonder
he doesn't hear
many particulars
but just stands
at the window
listening to them
hit the roof
and watching them
puddle in the drive
and wash that part of the yard
where grass won't grow
and he wonders if the
roof is still leaking
and thinks he might
pull the ladder down
and check the attic
but, hell, he's so tired
and the rafters
will still be wet
with the want
and desperation
of 7.9 billion
some odd souls
if...
are like rain
to god
so it's no wonder
he doesn't hear
many particulars
but just stands
at the window
listening to them
hit the roof
and watching them
puddle in the drive
and wash that part of the yard
where grass won't grow
and he wonders if the
roof is still leaking
and thinks he might
pull the ladder down
and check the attic
but, hell, he's so tired
and the rafters
will still be wet
with the want
and desperation
of 7.9 billion
some odd souls
if...
#religion
#fiction
#mythology
287 reads
2 Comments
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