Submissions by javalini
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Jan 2023 7:31pm
12th Jan 2023 7:31pm
DEATH OF SONG
there was not a word left
i had taken me apart
and scraped the skin
from the inside
and wrung the liver out
and squeezed the lungs
and there was nothing
there but dust
the bones
were a sticky
pile on the table
and i fondled
each
as though blind
and searching for braille,
fumbling
for something
whispered,
some secret
etched in bone
and then
in desperation
for any pieces
i might string
to make a thing
but found only
starts
and stops
and empty...
i had taken me apart
and scraped the skin
from the inside
and wrung the liver out
and squeezed the lungs
and there was nothing
there but dust
the bones
were a sticky
pile on the table
and i fondled
each
as though blind
and searching for braille,
fumbling
for something
whispered,
some secret
etched in bone
and then
in desperation
for any pieces
i might string
to make a thing
but found only
starts
and stops
and empty...
#WritersBlock
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
3rd Nov 2022 11:47pm
3rd Nov 2022 11:47pm
SACRED GARDEN
this ordinary ground,
our weedy old Eden,
and this cathedral
of pine
and oak
and sycamore
and its bold choir,
and us,
priest and priestess,
holy in our ragged vestments,
king and queen
of fall harvests
and winter gardens,
our tired bones
griping at the knees,
and how
we push on,
ordinary,
perfect,
tending our sacred space,
and this prayer of thanks
welling up
like a vow
and whispered
in the ear
of god
for this good year ending
and more to come
amen
our weedy old Eden,
and this cathedral
of pine
and oak
and sycamore
and its bold choir,
and us,
priest and priestess,
holy in our ragged vestments,
king and queen
of fall harvests
and winter gardens,
our tired bones
griping at the knees,
and how
we push on,
ordinary,
perfect,
tending our sacred space,
and this prayer of thanks
welling up
like a vow
and whispered
in the ear
of god
for this good year ending
and more to come
amen
#love
#gratitude
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LOVE POEM
Published
29th Oct 2022 1:02am
29th Oct 2022 1:02am
YOU BEING YOU BEING HER
i loved all that
glitter
loved
you
nyloned
and skirted
and wobbly
on skyscraper
heels
and trying
so hard
to be
what you
thought
i wanted
when what
i wanted
was you,
feminine/effeminate,
perfect
androgynous
beauty,
sacred still
in heart
and mind
glitter
loved
you
nyloned
and skirted
and wobbly
on skyscraper
heels
and trying
so hard
to be
what you
thought
i wanted
when what
i wanted
was you,
feminine/effeminate,
perfect
androgynous
beauty,
sacred still
in heart
and mind
#lover
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DARK POEM
Published
22nd Oct 2022 12:13pm
22nd Oct 2022 12:13pm
THE CUTTER'S TRILL
a knife's too dull
to suit his taste
but razors, love,
will make good haste
on lovely flesh
as soft as down
that cuts like butter
toe to crown
he savors every
moan and scream
it's poetry in
the cutter's dreams
and he hears song
in every tear
in beggar's pleas
and victim's fear
and oh, so sad
when death comes near
he takes a toe
as souvenir
a little joy to compensate
until next time
and he can't wait
to suit his taste
but razors, love,
will make good haste
on lovely flesh
as soft as down
that cuts like butter
toe to crown
he savors every
moan and scream
it's poetry in
the cutter's dreams
and he hears song
in every tear
in beggar's pleas
and victim's fear
and oh, so sad
when death comes near
he takes a toe
as souvenir
a little joy to compensate
until next time
and he can't wait
#dark
#violence
#evil
#scary
#horror
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Oct 2022 2:11am
20th Oct 2022 2:11am
EXQUISITE SCRAWL
color
outside the lines,
sweet girl
naked
in the half light
so that i see
your bright soul
and its every bruise
and blemish
and every place
the whip came down
or knuckles turned
its pale flesh blue
or glass
slid ragged
across a vein
because there isn't
much pretense
here
and christ knows
i know
this pain
and see me
in your words
and see you in me
and maybe sometimes
you don't think your words
are much
but, goddamn, girl...
i wish i could...
outside the lines,
sweet girl
naked
in the half light
so that i see
your bright soul
and its every bruise
and blemish
and every place
the whip came down
or knuckles turned
its pale flesh blue
or glass
slid ragged
across a vein
because there isn't
much pretense
here
and christ knows
i know
this pain
and see me
in your words
and see you in me
and maybe sometimes
you don't think your words
are much
but, goddamn, girl...
i wish i could...
#WritingPoetry
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LOVE POEM
Published
17th Oct 2022 1:42am
17th Oct 2022 1:42am
BACK WHEN
back when
you were light
and me, darkness
and you, holy
and me,
the devil himself
and you were air
and i was fire
rolling hot,
razing the landscape
and you were soft,
like a painting
of the moon,
bright in my soul's
dark night
and perfect
between the sheets
and we two
were somehow one
and it was so good
for just that little while
you were light
and me, darkness
and you, holy
and me,
the devil himself
and you were air
and i was fire
rolling hot,
razing the landscape
and you were soft,
like a painting
of the moon,
bright in my soul's
dark night
and perfect
between the sheets
and we two
were somehow one
and it was so good
for just that little while
#love
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
24th Jul 2022 1:13pm
24th Jul 2022 1:13pm
PLAIN HOLY
there is no
yours
or mine
in these sweet
minutes,
but only ours --
this
old house
in a thicket
and us
in it
and all
what
little
we have,
these
trinkets
and tatters
and our weary
old selves
and aching
old bones
melded
into one
blessed thing,
and
all our
imperfections,
holy,
and our failures,
perfect,
and our sad truths,
exactly what they're
meant to be,
and this house
is our cathedral
and this old bed, ...
yours
or mine
in these sweet
minutes,
but only ours --
this
old house
in a thicket
and us
in it
and all
what
little
we have,
these
trinkets
and tatters
and our weary
old selves
and aching
old bones
melded
into one
blessed thing,
and
all our
imperfections,
holy,
and our failures,
perfect,
and our sad truths,
exactly what they're
meant to be,
and this house
is our cathedral
and this old bed, ...
#love
#peace
#passion
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
18th Jul 2022 1:31am
18th Jul 2022 1:31am
learn and love and do and be
i am not
this body, old,
these rusty joints
that bite and scold
but spirit, young
and bright and free
who yearns to
learn and do and be
and finds his spark
in soil and sun
and verse
that greater minds
have spun
thus quelled
are voices
in my mind
that whisper
darkness
from behind
to bind in chains
of woe and pain
o'er circumstance
i cannot change
and i am free
to turn my eye
to cherish sun
and endless
sky
and dwell
in possibility
of...
this body, old,
these rusty joints
that bite and scold
but spirit, young
and bright and free
who yearns to
learn and do and be
and finds his spark
in soil and sun
and verse
that greater minds
have spun
thus quelled
are voices
in my mind
that whisper
darkness
from behind
to bind in chains
of woe and pain
o'er circumstance
i cannot change
and i am free
to turn my eye
to cherish sun
and endless
sky
and dwell
in possibility
of...
#happiness
#hope
#peace
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STORY POEM
Published
12th Jul 2022 2:44pm
12th Jul 2022 2:44pm
RAIN RHYME
lord, it laid
the garden down
beat lavender
into the ground
and washed
our seedlings
from the soil
and all
our time
and sweat
and toil
and yet
we gather
rake and hoe
with
hopeful heart
and seed
to sow
for better
late
than never
grow
and hold
to heart
the bright
refrain
that every
storm
runs out
of rain
the garden down
beat lavender
into the ground
and washed
our seedlings
from the soil
and all
our time
and sweat
and toil
and yet
we gather
rake and hoe
with
hopeful heart
and seed
to sow
for better
late
than never
grow
and hold
to heart
the bright
refrain
that every
storm
runs out
of rain
#hope
#rain
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SELF POEM
Published
6th Jul 2022 2:32pm
6th Jul 2022 2:32pm
ASPIRING
the way
she wrote
that
said that
stacked
words
like steps
to some
secret truth
and, goddamn,
it's just
a phrase,
just one word
pushed against another
but
good god
how it
resonates,
how it
serenades
and soothes
the soul
and
rankles
the mind
and how
i want
to hold that,
be that,
somehow live that
life of word
on word
on word
in my small
and fumbling
way
amen
she wrote
that
said that
stacked
words
like steps
to some
secret truth
and, goddamn,
it's just
a phrase,
just one word
pushed against another
but
good god
how it
resonates,
how it
serenades
and soothes
the soul
and
rankles
the mind
and how
i want
to hold that,
be that,
somehow live that
life of word
on word
on word
in my small
and fumbling
way
amen
#WritingPoetry
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Jul 2022 2:19pm
1st Jul 2022 2:19pm
ANARCHY RHYME
we tug
at the ropes
and rail
at the rich
and curse
who's in charge
(the son
of a bitch)
but we relish
the order,
the pretense
of fair,
the promise
of safety,
the semblance
of care
and the rich man
is king
but strong arm would
reign
if we loosened
the hold
of our government's
chains
for the co-op's
a dream
in the anarchist's mind --
each gives of
himself
and keeps
his own time --
but power is
gold
and greed
is...
at the ropes
and rail
at the rich
and curse
who's in charge
(the son
of a bitch)
but we relish
the order,
the pretense
of fair,
the promise
of safety,
the semblance
of care
and the rich man
is king
but strong arm would
reign
if we loosened
the hold
of our government's
chains
for the co-op's
a dream
in the anarchist's mind --
each gives of
himself
and keeps
his own time --
but power is
gold
and greed
is...
#politics
#philosophical
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Jun 2022 12:07pm
16th Jun 2022 12:07pm
SHOOTER
was it how
you saw it
in your mind,
you with
gun
in hand
and the crack
crack
crack
and smell
of powder
and how they
scattered
and fell
and god damn
you in your
weird,
dark glory
and who
salutes
your
demon
righteousness
or cares
what
dark thoughts
grew
in your
thorny
little garden
where
the poison
fruits
hung so low
and thick
and ripe
and ready
who cares
about
your stupid
pain ...
you saw it
in your mind,
you with
gun
in hand
and the crack
crack
crack
and smell
of powder
and how they
scattered
and fell
and god damn
you in your
weird,
dark glory
and who
salutes
your
demon
righteousness
or cares
what
dark thoughts
grew
in your
thorny
little garden
where
the poison
fruits
hung so low
and thick
and ripe
and ready
who cares
about
your stupid
pain ...
#dark
#violence
#death
#evil
#racism
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