Submissions by javalini
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2020 2:57pm
3rd Apr 2020 2:57pm
My Blues Is My Home
my blues is my home, sweet baby,
familiar as you,
warm when i want 'em to be,
deep as sky
and starless
and don't want nothin --
don't want
no
love
no
happy
just want to be
this stretch
o' lonesome road
rutted out
and muddied
and slow
and just plain
ruint
yet
the deepest
goddamn pretty blue
you can imagine
familiar as you,
warm when i want 'em to be,
deep as sky
and starless
and don't want nothin --
don't want
no
love
no
happy
just want to be
this stretch
o' lonesome road
rutted out
and muddied
and slow
and just plain
ruint
yet
the deepest
goddamn pretty blue
you can imagine
#sadness
#depression
#emptiness
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2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Apr 2020 3:31pm
2nd Apr 2020 3:31pm
The Soft Sound of Hard Words Falling Out My Brain
i wish i was borna king
but wishin's jus' fishin
in a pool o' pity --
can't catch nothin' butta damned ol' cold
still...
i wish i was made o' money
peelin' fitties off my ass
spittin' quarters in the sink
sweatin' silver, shittin' gold
'cause
jesus lord, i'm tired o' workin
tired o' bustin this ol' tail
tired o' yes sir
tired o' yes ma'am
tired
an you can go to hail
but wishin's jus' fishin
in a pool o' pity --
can't catch nothin' butta damned ol' cold
still...
i wish i was made o' money
peelin' fitties off my ass
spittin' quarters in the sink
sweatin' silver, shittin' gold
'cause
jesus lord, i'm tired o' workin
tired o' bustin this ol' tail
tired o' yes sir
tired o' yes ma'am
tired
an you can go to hail
#aging
382 reads
8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Apr 2020 1:56pm
1st Apr 2020 1:56pm
The Cat in Spring
that old cat,
her daily gifts --
when spring is born
her interest shifts
from sitting
on an old man's lap,
the window sill
and day long naps
to roaming fields
around the house
and stalking
bird
and hare
and mouse
she lays their bodies
at my step
tattered,
bloody,
broken,
ripped
and who would think
that one so sweet
who purrs and nuzzles
at my feet
could be the brunt
of nature's wrath
and become a vicious
psychopath ...
her daily gifts --
when spring is born
her interest shifts
from sitting
on an old man's lap,
the window sill
and day long naps
to roaming fields
around the house
and stalking
bird
and hare
and mouse
she lays their bodies
at my step
tattered,
bloody,
broken,
ripped
and who would think
that one so sweet
who purrs and nuzzles
at my feet
could be the brunt
of nature's wrath
and become a vicious
psychopath ...
#cats
#spring
558 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
30th Mar 2020 1:39pm
30th Mar 2020 1:39pm
LOVE
god knows
i'm tender in here
regardless of the shape
and length of my bones
despite
my fuck it
and goddamn
and how i learned to be
and walk
and talk
i am soft
inside
and delicate
and sometimes small enough
to fit in your pocket
nestled
in a bed of lint
swaddled and happy
and not pretending
though i pretend
for you
and us
and hide my tender truth
whilst i gather
our sustenance
i'm tender in here
regardless of the shape
and length of my bones
despite
my fuck it
and goddamn
and how i learned to be
and walk
and talk
i am soft
inside
and delicate
and sometimes small enough
to fit in your pocket
nestled
in a bed of lint
swaddled and happy
and not pretending
though i pretend
for you
and us
and hide my tender truth
whilst i gather
our sustenance
#love
#masculinity
661 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Mar 2020 3:25pm
29th Mar 2020 3:25pm
FIND A PENNY (DON'T) PICK IT UP
that penny bears a wicked curse
a heavy debt
an empty purse
a broken heart
a heavy load
warts and cankers
cancerous nodes
karmic tangles
guilty woes
fungus, fever
bleakest lows
tremors, tics
or balding pate
unemployment
empty plates
if you find it
let it lay
better luck
will come your way
a heavy debt
an empty purse
a broken heart
a heavy load
warts and cankers
cancerous nodes
karmic tangles
guilty woes
fungus, fever
bleakest lows
tremors, tics
or balding pate
unemployment
empty plates
if you find it
let it lay
better luck
will come your way
#magic
#curse
#fear
491 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Mar 2020 1:41pm
28th Mar 2020 1:41pm
THE ETERNAL SUNSHINE OF THE SLY OLD EYE
my admiration is a secret
whispered only
to the page
a quiet infatuation
designed by the gods
as unrequited
and either a joke or offensive
and so unspoken
except in this old man's mind
but then an old man is just a young man
tempered and chastened by circumstance
and his eye is only a little cloudy
#hashtag #CarolAnnDuffy
whispered only
to the page
a quiet infatuation
designed by the gods
as unrequited
and either a joke or offensive
and so unspoken
except in this old man's mind
but then an old man is just a young man
tempered and chastened by circumstance
and his eye is only a little cloudy
#hashtag #CarolAnnDuffy
#LifeCycle
#aging
#nostalgia #sensual
#nostalgia #sensual
470 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Mar 2020 7:07pm
27th Mar 2020 7:07pm
EVEN THEN
even before the pandemic
there were second notices
in the mail box
and every dollar stretched
and the family packed
in that piece of crap
her cousin gave her
riding on fumes
eking by 'til Friday
back then
there was a box of so-called staples
from the food pantry
and calling the electric company
trying to keep the lights on
what with the rent due
and the little one needing shoes
even then she kept her distance
having been burned thrice
and so not trusting in the kindness of...
there were second notices
in the mail box
and every dollar stretched
and the family packed
in that piece of crap
her cousin gave her
riding on fumes
eking by 'til Friday
back then
there was a box of so-called staples
from the food pantry
and calling the electric company
trying to keep the lights on
what with the rent due
and the little one needing shoes
even then she kept her distance
having been burned thrice
and so not trusting in the kindness of...
#politics
#culture
400 reads
8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2020 3:51pm
22nd Mar 2020 3:51pm
ASPIRATION
poems is music, baby,
flowing eye to ear
and mind to bone
and soul to soul
wired through
those pages,
that arterial tangle
and those blue sparks
unfiltered
yet placed just so,
word to word
in rhythmic
cascade,
a perfect dance --
expressive,
limber,
free,
but practiced to that end --
free flowing
but not free --
learned,
like fingers
on a fret board
or a drummer's perfect roll
that we might hear
and see beyond the page
to feel the poet's bliss
or pain, ...
flowing eye to ear
and mind to bone
and soul to soul
wired through
those pages,
that arterial tangle
and those blue sparks
unfiltered
yet placed just so,
word to word
in rhythmic
cascade,
a perfect dance --
expressive,
limber,
free,
but practiced to that end --
free flowing
but not free --
learned,
like fingers
on a fret board
or a drummer's perfect roll
that we might hear
and see beyond the page
to feel the poet's bliss
or pain, ...
#WritingPoetry
#art
458 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Mar 2020 2:22pm
15th Mar 2020 2:22pm
Pink & Blue
pious fathers made the rule
that pink is pink
and blue is blue
and purple boys and girls
won't do
so no one asks about one's hue
like those of old they just assume
that genitals will pick the shoes
and choose the do
and who to woo
but the soul knows not of this taboo
and guides the heart to take it's cue
and then the mind to choose what's true
which is why the things you do
only make me proud of you
for the bravest men are made of steel
like...
that pink is pink
and blue is blue
and purple boys and girls
won't do
so no one asks about one's hue
like those of old they just assume
that genitals will pick the shoes
and choose the do
and who to woo
but the soul knows not of this taboo
and guides the heart to take it's cue
and then the mind to choose what's true
which is why the things you do
only make me proud of you
for the bravest men are made of steel
like...
#men
#LGBT
453 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Mar 2020 2:09pm
13th Mar 2020 2:09pm
for a woman in pink shorts
We, my sister, are only slaves.
We’ve been whipped into shape,
our backs ripped open,
our hope held for ransom,
our determination starved into submission,
our futures sacrificed to the comfort of the masters.
We spent our youth chained to a cash register
or with shovel in hand
begging for a ten cent raise,
our potential traded for a little respite --
a few minutes more with a lover in the cool sheets,
the air conditioner running full blast
and the sun beating on the trailer roof
heating things up, ...
We’ve been whipped into shape,
our backs ripped open,
our hope held for ransom,
our determination starved into submission,
our futures sacrificed to the comfort of the masters.
We spent our youth chained to a cash register
or with shovel in hand
begging for a ten cent raise,
our potential traded for a little respite --
a few minutes more with a lover in the cool sheets,
the air conditioner running full blast
and the sun beating on the trailer roof
heating things up, ...
#hope
#beauty
#LifeStruggles
433 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Mar 2020 1:14pm
6th Mar 2020 1:14pm
Superpowers of the Avoidant Personality (For L.)
I can shrink to the size of a fruit fly.
Almost invisible,
and with a tiny voice to match.
No one hears a word I say.
No one gives a frick what happens to you when you’re this small.
They’ll just as soon smash you as to look at you.
They won’t think twice.
Or I can become my shadow.
Just a hazy silhouette.
Again, almost invisible, but solid.
Like tinted glass.
People bump into me a lot when I’m my shadow self.
“Oh," they say. "I didn’t see you standing there."
I can become completely hollow so...
Almost invisible,
and with a tiny voice to match.
No one hears a word I say.
No one gives a frick what happens to you when you’re this small.
They’ll just as soon smash you as to look at you.
They won’t think twice.
Or I can become my shadow.
Just a hazy silhouette.
Again, almost invisible, but solid.
Like tinted glass.
People bump into me a lot when I’m my shadow self.
“Oh," they say. "I didn’t see you standing there."
I can become completely hollow so...
#MentalHealth
862 reads
16 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Feb 2020 3:28pm
25th Feb 2020 3:28pm
GENERIC TALKING POINTS FOR POLITICAL DISCOURSE IN AMERICA (free to use by left or right, red or blue)
ain't you got no common smart
you who vote for that ol' fart
an' rail and spit
at common good?
you ain't thinkin' like you should.
can't you see it plain as day
don't you see it all in play
or understand what all's at stake?
is you blind?
is you awake?
what the hell you thinkin' 'bout?
you make me want to punch you out.
ain't you got a speck o' brain?
is you a nut?
is you insane?
you don't deserve the right to vote
they should put you on a boat
an' send you where dictators rule ...
you who vote for that ol' fart
an' rail and spit
at common good?
you ain't thinkin' like you should.
can't you see it plain as day
don't you see it all in play
or understand what all's at stake?
is you blind?
is you awake?
what the hell you thinkin' 'bout?
you make me want to punch you out.
ain't you got a speck o' brain?
is you a nut?
is you insane?
you don't deserve the right to vote
they should put you on a boat
an' send you where dictators rule ...
#satirical
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7 Comments
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