Submissions by javalini
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Dec 2023 8:02pm
29th Dec 2023 8:02pm
HAUNT
a boyish
ghost
haunts
this weary
mansion,
wading
through
the wreckage
of dark and
narrow halls,
gazing
through
the musty haze
of ancient
windows,
yearning
for light
in a
labyrinth
of dreams
he seeks
your sweet
caress�
ghost
haunts
this weary
mansion,
wading
through
the wreckage
of dark and
narrow halls,
gazing
through
the musty haze
of ancient
windows,
yearning
for light
in a
labyrinth
of dreams
he seeks
your sweet
caress�
#love
#memories
#aging
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Dec 2023 1:28pm
26th Dec 2023 1:28pm
CEMETERY
the ground itself
dogs my steps,
hungry
for flesh,
nuzzling the soles
of my feet,
sniffing for bones
distant stones
wait for dates and epitaphs,
knowing where i will lay
and where they will stand
and who will place
flowers gentle
at their granite feet
in remembrance of me
dogs my steps,
hungry
for flesh,
nuzzling the soles
of my feet,
sniffing for bones
distant stones
wait for dates and epitaphs,
knowing where i will lay
and where they will stand
and who will place
flowers gentle
at their granite feet
in remembrance of me
#death
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Dec 2023 12:27pm
24th Dec 2023 12:27pm
WINTER'S FIELD
brown on muted gold on grey,
this vista, plain,
pallid in winter chill,
waiting for visions of eye and mind
to find beauty in its homely
countenance
a lone tree in damp,
grey slumber
low clouds, a thin blanket
in the cold December mist
this moss, a tiny spot
of weary green
this vista, plain,
pallid in winter chill,
waiting for visions of eye and mind
to find beauty in its homely
countenance
a lone tree in damp,
grey slumber
low clouds, a thin blanket
in the cold December mist
this moss, a tiny spot
of weary green
#winter
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Dec 2023 12:52pm
22nd Dec 2023 12:52pm
JUNK RHYME
forgotten things
of little use
screws and washers
rolling loose
batt'ries
whether used or not
dc adapters
earbud knot
guitar strings that
were way too light
broken cellphone
dead flashlight
abandoned watch
with broken band
keys and pennies
rubber bands
lot'rey ticket
(didn't win)
pencil stubs
and dried up pens
mine's almost
the same as yours
a common thread,
our junk filled
drawers
of little use
screws and washers
rolling loose
batt'ries
whether used or not
dc adapters
earbud knot
guitar strings that
were way too light
broken cellphone
dead flashlight
abandoned watch
with broken band
keys and pennies
rubber bands
lot'rey ticket
(didn't win)
pencil stubs
and dried up pens
mine's almost
the same as yours
a common thread,
our junk filled
drawers
#LifeStruggles
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
21st Dec 2023 11:43am
21st Dec 2023 11:43am
HOLY NIGHT
we are holy,
you and i...
prophet and priestess,
shaman and witch,
two fallen angels
biding time,
and this food, our bread, a Eucharist,
and this good wine
the blood of heroes
and saviors true and imagined,
and Fire, that sweet prince
blessing his room, our temple, with heat,
casting his shadows,
making all the angels and demons
of the night
dance in the walls
you and i...
prophet and priestess,
shaman and witch,
two fallen angels
biding time,
and this food, our bread, a Eucharist,
and this good wine
the blood of heroes
and saviors true and imagined,
and Fire, that sweet prince
blessing his room, our temple, with heat,
casting his shadows,
making all the angels and demons
of the night
dance in the walls
#happiness
#love
#night
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SELF POEM
Published
20th Dec 2023 12:40pm
20th Dec 2023 12:40pm
I AM A BOOK
i am this book now
dusty, the cover worn,
the binding cracked,
the pages yellowed, loose,
and brittle
and certain phrases
heard or uttered in moments
of anger, fear, or despair underlined
and key moments, bright and dark,
highlighted on dogeared pages
with notes in the margins
made, it seems, by someone i once was
i am this ancient vinyl disc,
a relic from a day made brighter in retrospect,
smudged and scratched from careless use
and though i hear the music clear
through the clicks and...
dusty, the cover worn,
the binding cracked,
the pages yellowed, loose,
and brittle
and certain phrases
heard or uttered in moments
of anger, fear, or despair underlined
and key moments, bright and dark,
highlighted on dogeared pages
with notes in the margins
made, it seems, by someone i once was
i am this ancient vinyl disc,
a relic from a day made brighter in retrospect,
smudged and scratched from careless use
and though i hear the music clear
through the clicks and...
#aging
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SELF POEM
Published
19th Dec 2023 11:44am
19th Dec 2023 11:44am
WISHES AND PRAYERS
wishes are prayers
and i pray all the time -
beseeching gods
and angels,
interrupting
their leisure,
wanting
nagging
all my prayers are secret
and i wonder
if they transform my
meager virtue
into lies --
is my love a lie?
my commitment?
the promises i keep?
is it a lie to live
as though i have no secrets,
to keep some cards hidden,
to look my lover in the eye
and pretend satisfaction?
because i am a clandestine
master of yearning, ...
and i pray all the time -
beseeching gods
and angels,
interrupting
their leisure,
wanting
nagging
all my prayers are secret
and i wonder
if they transform my
meager virtue
into lies --
is my love a lie?
my commitment?
the promises i keep?
is it a lie to live
as though i have no secrets,
to keep some cards hidden,
to look my lover in the eye
and pretend satisfaction?
because i am a clandestine
master of yearning, ...
#SelfReflection
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Dec 2023 12:38pm
18th Dec 2023 12:38pm
SOUTHERN PRIMITIVE
alexander,
that boy,
he's talented
in ways
i can't even
comprehend --
builds a thing
to perfection,
each piece
cut precisely
and snugged against
the other
to make
a harmonious
polished
perfect
whole
and, i swear,
sometimes
i just wish,
but deep down
i love what's mine,
all the freewheelin'
make shift
hodgepodge
crazy
junked up
recycled
upcycled
brainstormed
make do
half assed
full fledged
bullshit...
that boy,
he's talented
in ways
i can't even
comprehend --
builds a thing
to perfection,
each piece
cut precisely
and snugged against
the other
to make
a harmonious
polished
perfect
whole
and, i swear,
sometimes
i just wish,
but deep down
i love what's mine,
all the freewheelin'
make shift
hodgepodge
crazy
junked up
recycled
upcycled
brainstormed
make do
half assed
full fledged
bullshit...
#SelfReflection
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
17th Dec 2023 8:05pm
17th Dec 2023 8:05pm
ORDINARY HOLY
what is god
rests here,
in ordinary
dirt,
in scrub oak
and laurel
and old
makeshift
shed,
unmoved
by ego,
deaf
to fear
and desire
it waits not
for priest
or poet
but is free
as wind
and open
as this
blue sky
rests here,
in ordinary
dirt,
in scrub oak
and laurel
and old
makeshift
shed,
unmoved
by ego,
deaf
to fear
and desire
it waits not
for priest
or poet
but is free
as wind
and open
as this
blue sky
#spiritual
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SELF POEM
Published
14th Dec 2023 12:24pm
14th Dec 2023 12:24pm
CHERYL GOT A CAKE
it is odd
to want
a thing
and not want
it --
to want
to be invited
but always prefer
book and blanket
to boxed wine
and small talk
to desire the camaraderie
of like minded people
but consistently choose
the TV instead
to want to be
the center
but then
yearn for
the sidelines
all the years
spent working
in those drab halls
and hardly
a nod goodbye --
just the night supervisor
who smiled
when i turned in ...
to want
a thing
and not want
it --
to want
to be invited
but always prefer
book and blanket
to boxed wine
and small talk
to desire the camaraderie
of like minded people
but consistently choose
the TV instead
to want to be
the center
but then
yearn for
the sidelines
all the years
spent working
in those drab halls
and hardly
a nod goodbye --
just the night supervisor
who smiled
when i turned in ...
#LifeStruggles
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Dec 2023 7:26pm
11th Dec 2023 7:26pm
GREY
i am light as wind
sometimes,
empty,
my bones hollow,
my skin
like that of an onion
translucent
almost a whisper
i admit
there is regret
and i wonder
if everybody has it
or just people
like me
they said it would be
enough
to have tried,
but i don't think so
sometimes,
empty,
my bones hollow,
my skin
like that of an onion
translucent
almost a whisper
i admit
there is regret
and i wonder
if everybody has it
or just people
like me
they said it would be
enough
to have tried,
but i don't think so
#regret
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SELF POEM
Published
6th Dec 2023 00:01am
6th Dec 2023 00:01am
HOLES
there are holes
big as fists
where the wind whistles
through
what am i
supposed to do with that?
in summer
Ra holds me
like a baby,
rocks me in his
silver arms
and i am
his mirror,
glowing
like a god,
holy
as jesus,
swaddled
in warmth
i am orphaned
in winter,
lonely for heat,
that bitch's
grey lips
like frost on
my bones,
sucking at
the marrow
big as fists
where the wind whistles
through
what am i
supposed to do with that?
in summer
Ra holds me
like a baby,
rocks me in his
silver arms
and i am
his mirror,
glowing
like a god,
holy
as jesus,
swaddled
in warmth
i am orphaned
in winter,
lonely for heat,
that bitch's
grey lips
like frost on
my bones,
sucking at
the marrow
#winter
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