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
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Jul 2013 3:51pm
12th Jul 2013 3:51pm
November
it was sometime in November
amid caffeine, books,
and fermented spirits
we laid parallel
as the morning sang a hymn
welcoming the new day
the air was between
crisp and warm
you could hear
the crunch of fallen blades
as pupils rush
to their next shift
transfixed in wonder
of who will give in
to the morning
our bodies
navigating an endless sea
of tangled cloth
trying not to cross
into lands that border our own
even though these exquisite
properties became one
in the dark before last
it...
amid caffeine, books,
and fermented spirits
we laid parallel
as the morning sang a hymn
welcoming the new day
the air was between
crisp and warm
you could hear
the crunch of fallen blades
as pupils rush
to their next shift
transfixed in wonder
of who will give in
to the morning
our bodies
navigating an endless sea
of tangled cloth
trying not to cross
into lands that border our own
even though these exquisite
properties became one
in the dark before last
it...
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LOVE POEM
Published
20th Jun 2013 2:18pm
20th Jun 2013 2:18pm
Driving to the key of E Minor
Streaks of gold
Flicker through the canopy
While it lights the cabin
Here is where
I notice the features of you
Its luminance is fitting
To every inch
Your gaze is fixed
Upon the painted green
You don’t feel
My mind mapping
The exquisite soft details
Perfect in any position
You quickly turn
Your strains wisp
Caught by unforgiving wind
In seamless unison
You ask
“Where are we going?”
A slight pause
Remembering
How my heart lifts
When meeting your gaze
I...
Flicker through the canopy
While it lights the cabin
Here is where
I notice the features of you
Its luminance is fitting
To every inch
Your gaze is fixed
Upon the painted green
You don’t feel
My mind mapping
The exquisite soft details
Perfect in any position
You quickly turn
Your strains wisp
Caught by unforgiving wind
In seamless unison
You ask
“Where are we going?”
A slight pause
Remembering
How my heart lifts
When meeting your gaze
I...
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SELF POEM
Published
14th Jun 2013 1:47pm
14th Jun 2013 1:47pm
Desperate Rain
You are among the wicked
Left in desperate rain
Ferociously trying
To wash away the sins
Of the label
Given during my birth
The desperate rain is kind
At least it tries to be
Every droplet
Drips from your
Cemented state
Untainted and clear
You are stuck
In the harden retched filth
That plagues your being
Can not be swept away so easily
Since then, I have left
Leaving you to drown
As you wait
For the desperate rain
to pour
Left in desperate rain
Ferociously trying
To wash away the sins
Of the label
Given during my birth
The desperate rain is kind
At least it tries to be
Every droplet
Drips from your
Cemented state
Untainted and clear
You are stuck
In the harden retched filth
That plagues your being
Can not be swept away so easily
Since then, I have left
Leaving you to drown
As you wait
For the desperate rain
to pour
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STORY POEM
Published
12th Jun 2013 2:10am
12th Jun 2013 2:10am
Calamity of a Peasant Girl in Summer
She laid beneath
dew and cloaked pine
her hands slight with curve
toes in agonizing arch
eyes barely reflecting
the soft green moss
that entangled auburn strains
the pitter patter in the distance
echoed a stillness in the wood
it surrounded her winter body
even though the estival air
was dank and heavy
as I stared
my eyes reflected back
a story of winter
laying with summer
in harmonious still lust
a statue captured
in this moment
is hidden in pinewood
I remember thinking
“How beautiful”
dew and cloaked pine
her hands slight with curve
toes in agonizing arch
eyes barely reflecting
the soft green moss
that entangled auburn strains
the pitter patter in the distance
echoed a stillness in the wood
it surrounded her winter body
even though the estival air
was dank and heavy
as I stared
my eyes reflected back
a story of winter
laying with summer
in harmonious still lust
a statue captured
in this moment
is hidden in pinewood
I remember thinking
“How beautiful”
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Jun 2013 3:37pm
5th Jun 2013 3:37pm
There are ghosts in LA
Among concrete timber
They hover
Through the hard scape
Haunting those who pass
Begging for societies rewards
They float without notice
Without eyes meeting
They are taboo
Not worthy of your court
Or a nurturing society
Sentence to loitering
The ghosts
The ghosts of LA
They hover
Through the hard scape
Haunting those who pass
Begging for societies rewards
They float without notice
Without eyes meeting
They are taboo
Not worthy of your court
Or a nurturing society
Sentence to loitering
The ghosts
The ghosts of LA
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SELF POEM
Published
1st May 2013 5:48pm
1st May 2013 5:48pm
Gray River
A river carved
between nobles
One for sinful pleasures
the other a white voice of reason
amongst the multitude of rapids
they spill
sinful and holy colors
into the river
canceling the other
to a gray tinge
it is balanced
but one side could
seize the other
in noble duel
of swordsmanship of fate
flooding the land that dictates
giving into their waters
we are the estuary
that obtains these actions
thus the color of the river
feeds into and tints
the larger self, the ocean
between nobles
One for sinful pleasures
the other a white voice of reason
amongst the multitude of rapids
they spill
sinful and holy colors
into the river
canceling the other
to a gray tinge
it is balanced
but one side could
seize the other
in noble duel
of swordsmanship of fate
flooding the land that dictates
giving into their waters
we are the estuary
that obtains these actions
thus the color of the river
feeds into and tints
the larger self, the ocean
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SELF POEM
Published
1st May 2013 5:48pm
1st May 2013 5:48pm
Lake from puddle
Beyond the ridge
Together we clamber down
The pitch is sharp
With field floral and dust
Sister in forefront
And I far behind
Limping to the tune
Of catching up
My Naked feet scarred
By fierce barbs
The palms bleed
beet red
Gripping the handle
Of vessel of water
That didn’t escape
Once from its spout
We stop amongst
Sapling timber
As the gold
Lights the terrain
This jaunt is meant for two
It is made before the gold sleeps
A ritual of emotion
Within each of us
Its...
Together we clamber down
The pitch is sharp
With field floral and dust
Sister in forefront
And I far behind
Limping to the tune
Of catching up
My Naked feet scarred
By fierce barbs
The palms bleed
beet red
Gripping the handle
Of vessel of water
That didn’t escape
Once from its spout
We stop amongst
Sapling timber
As the gold
Lights the terrain
This jaunt is meant for two
It is made before the gold sleeps
A ritual of emotion
Within each of us
Its...
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SELF POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2013 9:56pm
3rd Apr 2013 9:56pm
Family
Summer seeped in night
And I standing in shimmer
In forefront of the door
Watching a moth
Hover by the bulb
Chirps in the distance
Set the silence in tune
Staring like radio static
At the moth and light
I tune out the cries and abuse
Of the one who gave warmth
you where there… you know
in impaired stumble
on the edge of light
out of the dark
you grabbed…me
by my scruff
hurled the fragility
into the bed of your chariot
you screeched
“We are going to Cali”
the horse power rumbled
we drove
and I like...
And I standing in shimmer
In forefront of the door
Watching a moth
Hover by the bulb
Chirps in the distance
Set the silence in tune
Staring like radio static
At the moth and light
I tune out the cries and abuse
Of the one who gave warmth
you where there… you know
in impaired stumble
on the edge of light
out of the dark
you grabbed…me
by my scruff
hurled the fragility
into the bed of your chariot
you screeched
“We are going to Cali”
the horse power rumbled
we drove
and I like...
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3 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Mar 2013 00:03am
29th Mar 2013 00:03am
A Friday Night
Cast away thy woes
bring bounty to the table
We and I shall feast
Yes, we feast
Like kings of old
Fill thee salver
keep steins wet
and we shall feast
now come fill your court
with kindred spirit
and dance in linear toe
until thy fellowship
is askew and crapulous
laugh through thy belly
and out through thy nose
neck the nearest matron
thy night is early
and daily labor is through
now drink my chap
my friend, my kin
before the night is through
bring bounty to the table
We and I shall feast
Yes, we feast
Like kings of old
Fill thee salver
keep steins wet
and we shall feast
now come fill your court
with kindred spirit
and dance in linear toe
until thy fellowship
is askew and crapulous
laugh through thy belly
and out through thy nose
neck the nearest matron
thy night is early
and daily labor is through
now drink my chap
my friend, my kin
before the night is through
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th Mar 2013 2:53pm
15th Mar 2013 2:53pm
Half light
it is about the time
when gold meets
the earth
the light emitted
romantically sings
the land to slumber
it is about the time
when thoughts drift
and eyes wander
they follow
painted brush strokes
made by pulling winds
it is about the time
you call
it is distant and faint
a sweet sound
carried to my ear
as it is meant to be
it is about the time
I turn to you in half light
As twilight fills your face
It is beautiful
soft and warm
in the waning sun
when gold meets
the earth
the light emitted
romantically sings
the land to slumber
it is about the time
when thoughts drift
and eyes wander
they follow
painted brush strokes
made by pulling winds
it is about the time
you call
it is distant and faint
a sweet sound
carried to my ear
as it is meant to be
it is about the time
I turn to you in half light
As twilight fills your face
It is beautiful
soft and warm
in the waning sun
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Mar 2013 2:52pm
15th Mar 2013 2:52pm
Piano in the woods
there is a piano
it sits amongst woodland shroud
your tread
are what press the keys
to play a melody
of a woodland experience
this hymn
is different for each
as it entertains
the one that it suits
that one is you
so play the piano
the piano
in the woods
it sits amongst woodland shroud
your tread
are what press the keys
to play a melody
of a woodland experience
this hymn
is different for each
as it entertains
the one that it suits
that one is you
so play the piano
the piano
in the woods
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Jan 2013 3:51pm
3rd Jan 2013 3:51pm
The moment between
among the bustle of clacking heels
and conversations through frequencies
speaking to someone
you will never meet, nor care to
they sway in the midst
of cemented construction
determined to uphold unforeseen judgement
they are of rats, fussing for crumbs
nibbling on social order
dictating instincts of survival
they shuffle, bustle and hustle
to destinations near and far
however, in this carnage
there is a moment between
it is a moment
lasting, only a few
where an action
disrupts this daily migration
it can be as...
and conversations through frequencies
speaking to someone
you will never meet, nor care to
they sway in the midst
of cemented construction
determined to uphold unforeseen judgement
they are of rats, fussing for crumbs
nibbling on social order
dictating instincts of survival
they shuffle, bustle and hustle
to destinations near and far
however, in this carnage
there is a moment between
it is a moment
lasting, only a few
where an action
disrupts this daily migration
it can be as...
675 reads
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