Submissions by jdrury245 (Tav)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write from my own visual mind as well as everyday experiences. Designer by day poet and artist by night. If you comment on mine... I will comment on yours :D
SELF POEM
Published
27th Jun 2014 2:21pm
27th Jun 2014 2:21pm
Heirloom Seeds
Watching through the pane
Your hands as cuffs
As you unveil the earth
Tending what you sow
The Night Before last
Under the blood moon
It was that night
Where we spoke and
Planted seeds of old ideals
We would be as the land
Nurturing one another
As we both worked
To bring callused hands
Gripping the fruits
Of our labor
To our humble
Farm house table
These days would be long
Out in ribbons of gold
And slight scent of country roses
Would be our remuneration
These are our seeds
That we both planted...
Your hands as cuffs
As you unveil the earth
Tending what you sow
The Night Before last
Under the blood moon
It was that night
Where we spoke and
Planted seeds of old ideals
We would be as the land
Nurturing one another
As we both worked
To bring callused hands
Gripping the fruits
Of our labor
To our humble
Farm house table
These days would be long
Out in ribbons of gold
And slight scent of country roses
Would be our remuneration
These are our seeds
That we both planted...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Jun 2014 2:55pm
9th Jun 2014 2:55pm
Birch wood hair and a bastard dog
Walking alone
Spied by stubborn boys
With big green eyes
Stopping to see
His Birch wood hair
Walking alone
During the day of
Communion cups
And blood dripping
Dripping down
From his thorn crown
Walking empty
Through the rock stares
Thrown his way
Walking on the path
Lined with cedars
Limping to the judgments
Folks bring to the
Evening table
I am walking
With sins and tin cups
And a bastard dog
Spied by stubborn boys
With big green eyes
Stopping to see
His Birch wood hair
Walking alone
During the day of
Communion cups
And blood dripping
Dripping down
From his thorn crown
Walking empty
Through the rock stares
Thrown his way
Walking on the path
Lined with cedars
Limping to the judgments
Folks bring to the
Evening table
I am walking
With sins and tin cups
And a bastard dog
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LOVE POEM
Published
7th May 2014 6:24pm
7th May 2014 6:24pm
New Hampshire Girl
Black berry bushes
Wagon wheel fields
And a paint chipped house
Is where you
Spent your younger years
Fragrant straw
And fresh dew
Filled your mornings
Clinking mason jars
Were the bells
That rang in the,
full breath of summer
sprinkle of soil
on your cheek
bare feet
and a dog
named Cash
if I was there
if we met then
this is how I see you
and how I would fall
in love
Wagon wheel fields
And a paint chipped house
Is where you
Spent your younger years
Fragrant straw
And fresh dew
Filled your mornings
Clinking mason jars
Were the bells
That rang in the,
full breath of summer
sprinkle of soil
on your cheek
bare feet
and a dog
named Cash
if I was there
if we met then
this is how I see you
and how I would fall
in love
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4 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
7th May 2014 2:56am
7th May 2014 2:56am
Calamity of a Duchess in Winter
She laid beneath
a canopy of silk
her hands still with elegance
and body clamped with corset
eyes barely reflecting
the detail in the Morris wallpaper
She was entangled in emptiness
the pitter patter of drops
echoed the feeling in the room
it surrounded her summer body
even though the air was winter
as he stared
his eyes reflected back
a story of summer
rejecting laying with winter
as the cold prevails
in a lustful rigid strength
she is now a statue captured
in this moment
frozen
he remembered...
a canopy of silk
her hands still with elegance
and body clamped with corset
eyes barely reflecting
the detail in the Morris wallpaper
She was entangled in emptiness
the pitter patter of drops
echoed the feeling in the room
it surrounded her summer body
even though the air was winter
as he stared
his eyes reflected back
a story of summer
rejecting laying with winter
as the cold prevails
in a lustful rigid strength
she is now a statue captured
in this moment
frozen
he remembered...
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3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
7th May 2014 2:35am
7th May 2014 2:35am
Shaded Canopy
I sometimes forget or regret
Not knowing you
Your roots run deep
As does mine
But your shaded limbs
Stole my light
Pilfered my water
You were a rotted tree
Plagued with fungus
that grew into your mind
infecting the heartwood
it poured out through your limbs
spilling into the air
choking the saplings
as we fought for light
it was only then
when you were cut
removed from grounded roots
that we could feel
the warmth of the sun
that fueled our growth
Not knowing you
Your roots run deep
As does mine
But your shaded limbs
Stole my light
Pilfered my water
You were a rotted tree
Plagued with fungus
that grew into your mind
infecting the heartwood
it poured out through your limbs
spilling into the air
choking the saplings
as we fought for light
it was only then
when you were cut
removed from grounded roots
that we could feel
the warmth of the sun
that fueled our growth
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SELF POEM
Published
4th Mar 2014 1:03am
4th Mar 2014 1:03am
Slight calm with chaos
The wood is calm
From my bedroom window
Limbs sway gently
Giving tranquility
I seek refuge in this moment
While chaos starts to breath
From the heart of house
With each gasp
the yelling screams
as it stains through the wall
my eyes falter only once
turning to the hall
as if to see it
creep up into my bedroom
breeding its hate
I turn
seeking refuge…again
in the wood
it is a slight calm
in this chaos
From my bedroom window
Limbs sway gently
Giving tranquility
I seek refuge in this moment
While chaos starts to breath
From the heart of house
With each gasp
the yelling screams
as it stains through the wall
my eyes falter only once
turning to the hall
as if to see it
creep up into my bedroom
breeding its hate
I turn
seeking refuge…again
in the wood
it is a slight calm
in this chaos
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Nov 2013 5:56pm
24th Nov 2013 5:56pm
Yearn for visual expression
they come fast
puncturing my very soul
my body only a coffin
if they stay trapped
it is torture
this feeling of eagerness
relentless fists punching
through my very chest
once my sternum breaks
blood, bone and marrow
splats on the digital canvas
pouring out everything
to the last drop
of creative blood
though satisfied
of the climax
what I see before me
is strategic
as a general in war
a visual interpretation
of society
feeding the design of ...
puncturing my very soul
my body only a coffin
if they stay trapped
it is torture
this feeling of eagerness
relentless fists punching
through my very chest
once my sternum breaks
blood, bone and marrow
splats on the digital canvas
pouring out everything
to the last drop
of creative blood
though satisfied
of the climax
what I see before me
is strategic
as a general in war
a visual interpretation
of society
feeding the design of ...
454 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
23rd Nov 2013 1:57am
23rd Nov 2013 1:57am
Remembering Innocence and Black Berries
Pass the pasture
of four legged wool
beyond the knoll
and to the hill
here is where I sat
as still as a frighten fawn
the fragrance of sweet grass
and black berries
filled the air
remembering my
grand fathers words
“hard times will come”
“experience you will gain”
my nostrils widen
taking in the fragrance
I shall not burden myself
with these boulders
instead my eye and mind
will transcend pass
this physical beauty
of four legged wool
beyond the knoll
and to the hill
here is where I sat
as still as a frighten fawn
the fragrance of sweet grass
and black berries
filled the air
remembering my
grand fathers words
“hard times will come”
“experience you will gain”
my nostrils widen
taking in the fragrance
I shall not burden myself
with these boulders
instead my eye and mind
will transcend pass
this physical beauty
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1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
20th Nov 2013 2:24am
20th Nov 2013 2:24am
The Field
As the night
sifted through the light
she watched and faded
as the dark as ink
slowly engulfed her
she waited
she expected
to hear those three
and let the sound wrap
around the fold of her ear
to softly whisper through
to her soul
then out every digit
bringing light
to those around her
there she stood
where straw mostly grows
a vast empty clearing
dark and slightly dusted
with cold
she watched and now waiting
for the warmth and light
to return
sifted through the light
she watched and faded
as the dark as ink
slowly engulfed her
she waited
she expected
to hear those three
and let the sound wrap
around the fold of her ear
to softly whisper through
to her soul
then out every digit
bringing light
to those around her
there she stood
where straw mostly grows
a vast empty clearing
dark and slightly dusted
with cold
she watched and now waiting
for the warmth and light
to return
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1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Aug 2013 9:11pm
22nd Aug 2013 9:11pm
A special place
A special place
You will find me
In willows
Plucking fire files
From the evening
As poets ink
and weave lines
It is where I am
Most humble
Here under
Dreadlock canopy
It harbors and sings
An evening sonnet
As leaves tune the wind
My ink flows well here
Soft and forgiving
Along the parchment
Like the tamed northeast
Blowing through limbs above
You will find me
In willows
Lost in pages
Of past loves and
Attempts for forgiveness
This timber is tall and...
You will find me
In willows
Plucking fire files
From the evening
As poets ink
and weave lines
It is where I am
Most humble
Here under
Dreadlock canopy
It harbors and sings
An evening sonnet
As leaves tune the wind
My ink flows well here
Soft and forgiving
Along the parchment
Like the tamed northeast
Blowing through limbs above
You will find me
In willows
Lost in pages
Of past loves and
Attempts for forgiveness
This timber is tall and...
649 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Aug 2013 8:59pm
22nd Aug 2013 8:59pm
Running
My palms hit
With every step
Weightless …
Moving lightly
Swiftly along paved routes
I am fast
Perfect in form
Perfect …
I am always running
From what is
From what is now
And who will be
Faster…
I say to self
limbs tense
My gate in full
Pushing…
Determined
People say I am
Of things needed
And wanted
Farther…
Just a little more
It s right there
Its in reach
Finishing
Why? How can I?
Looking forward
Eyes fixed...
With every step
Weightless …
Moving lightly
Swiftly along paved routes
I am fast
Perfect in form
Perfect …
I am always running
From what is
From what is now
And who will be
Faster…
I say to self
limbs tense
My gate in full
Pushing…
Determined
People say I am
Of things needed
And wanted
Farther…
Just a little more
It s right there
Its in reach
Finishing
Why? How can I?
Looking forward
Eyes fixed...
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SELF POEM
Published
7th Aug 2013 6:51pm
7th Aug 2013 6:51pm
I am here and you are there
It is felt
When rays dip below
The unforgiving trees
It is felt
In late autumn
When color is sucked
From the land
Leaving towering skeletons
It is felt
In the depth of winter
Where silence
Blankets the house
It is felt
Even in spring
Where gardens are like children
Cared for and fed
But now starved and dead
It is felt
Yes it is
I have felt
This… for years
When rays dip below
The unforgiving trees
It is felt
In late autumn
When color is sucked
From the land
Leaving towering skeletons
It is felt
In the depth of winter
Where silence
Blankets the house
It is felt
Even in spring
Where gardens are like children
Cared for and fed
But now starved and dead
It is felt
Yes it is
I have felt
This… for years
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6 Comments
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