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
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Jun 2012 8:21pm
15th Jun 2012 8:21pm
The snow bear (haiku)
humble and mighty
a bear leaves behind a trail
the white cloaks its end
a bear leaves behind a trail
the white cloaks its end
614 reads
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd May 2012 2:17pm
22nd May 2012 2:17pm
Trials (Haiku)
Each of us a stream
Flowing over today's trials
Each new splash trains us
Flowing over today's trials
Each new splash trains us
617 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th May 2012 1:29pm
16th May 2012 1:29pm
Gray
When the house and isle;
Is steeped in morning
The weathered structures
Almost blend in the calm
Their gray matches;
The somber mood
This place is still and fine-tuned
To the hum of distant waves
The wind that blows here
Is light today and gentle
The mist has settled
Upon the Gray Lady
As if orchestrated by artists
Softly she sounds her beacon
A whisper riding the white caps
To the vessels that make way
To her gentle morning shores
Is steeped in morning
The weathered structures
Almost blend in the calm
Their gray matches;
The somber mood
This place is still and fine-tuned
To the hum of distant waves
The wind that blows here
Is light today and gentle
The mist has settled
Upon the Gray Lady
As if orchestrated by artists
Softly she sounds her beacon
A whisper riding the white caps
To the vessels that make way
To her gentle morning shores
727 reads
1 Comment
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
4th May 2012 2:38pm
4th May 2012 2:38pm
Red among blue hydrangeas
we lost you in April
during the rains
it was as if the sky was grieving
we lost you right before the blooms
that awake during the crisp morning
we lost you, and it is April again
they speak to you now in silence
and in memory
we lost you…yes
maybe physically
but, I see you during the spring
where life is full and lush
I see you in the cardinals
they fly free in ribbons of gold
this is where I see you
among blue hydrangeas
during the rains
it was as if the sky was grieving
we lost you right before the blooms
that awake during the crisp morning
we lost you, and it is April again
they speak to you now in silence
and in memory
we lost you…yes
maybe physically
but, I see you during the spring
where life is full and lush
I see you in the cardinals
they fly free in ribbons of gold
this is where I see you
among blue hydrangeas
695 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
3rd May 2012 2:41pm
3rd May 2012 2:41pm
Directional
the light is red
8:01am is the time I see your right directional
we meet here on the corner of Crosby and Abbey
you are always dressed for daily labor
collars pressed to perfection
your make up even rivals Cleopatra
I spy from your rear-view
it is glimpse into your reality
I long for eyes to embrace
with it a smile
but, I turn with each glance
this a forbidden chance
a full 3 minutes of a pure dream
then you turn right,
and I left
8:01am is the time I see your right directional
we meet here on the corner of Crosby and Abbey
you are always dressed for daily labor
collars pressed to perfection
your make up even rivals Cleopatra
I spy from your rear-view
it is glimpse into your reality
I long for eyes to embrace
with it a smile
but, I turn with each glance
this a forbidden chance
a full 3 minutes of a pure dream
then you turn right,
and I left
695 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
27th Apr 2012 1:48pm
27th Apr 2012 1:48pm
Development of fate
Walking in the dark
Myself peering from each corner
Representing who one could be
Their eyes full of temptation
Hesitate each step
Waving digits like neon signs
Gesture to meet
These selves are evidence of things unseen
Desires only known to me
These desperate figures of embrace
Are who make up the dark
That have hollowed out my husk
In the dark we feel belonging
This is where I am kept
Until I choose
Amongst the horde of fates
Myself peering from each corner
Representing who one could be
Their eyes full of temptation
Hesitate each step
Waving digits like neon signs
Gesture to meet
These selves are evidence of things unseen
Desires only known to me
These desperate figures of embrace
Are who make up the dark
That have hollowed out my husk
In the dark we feel belonging
This is where I am kept
Until I choose
Amongst the horde of fates
565 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
17th Apr 2012 9:48pm
17th Apr 2012 9:48pm
Heat
Here I sit
Boiled by the days rising water
Its close I fear to the edge
The splashes singe what’s left
Temperature rising
It roars out of control
Hands finally touch five
A simmering day, coming to an end
The day now a vessel
Removed from the source
To cool the angry waters
Boiled by the days rising water
Its close I fear to the edge
The splashes singe what’s left
Temperature rising
It roars out of control
Hands finally touch five
A simmering day, coming to an end
The day now a vessel
Removed from the source
To cool the angry waters
615 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
12th Apr 2012 3:56pm
12th Apr 2012 3:56pm
Playful Sister
I am up, the house is still
Even after I have already taken the pill
It is here I write perfect forms with a modern quill
streams of light fill
and distill the dark passages at will
the ribbons finally reached my poet mill
where I read countless works from my till
until the silence is broken by a sound as loud as a drill
with a giggle from my sister Jill
Even after I have already taken the pill
It is here I write perfect forms with a modern quill
streams of light fill
and distill the dark passages at will
the ribbons finally reached my poet mill
where I read countless works from my till
until the silence is broken by a sound as loud as a drill
with a giggle from my sister Jill
#sister
#rhyming
792 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Apr 2012 1:21am
12th Apr 2012 1:21am
Dive (Haiku)
song held in morning
echos across summers mist
splash a loon dives in
echos across summers mist
splash a loon dives in
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Apr 2012 1:00am
12th Apr 2012 1:00am
She Dances
she dances into black
engulfed in a wheel of hues
her limbs as if time lapsed
reveal the colorless to color
follow her, meet her steps with yours
mimic the routine based in ritual
paint each movement with small gestures
feel the momentum of each pass
let her lead through the dark and the unknown
she is but a nimble teacher
one who teaches each daunting step
that you carelessly fumble
your stride pressed in the soil, set but true
finding each print is fate
you can’t stop stepping forward
but, she will...
engulfed in a wheel of hues
her limbs as if time lapsed
reveal the colorless to color
follow her, meet her steps with yours
mimic the routine based in ritual
paint each movement with small gestures
feel the momentum of each pass
let her lead through the dark and the unknown
she is but a nimble teacher
one who teaches each daunting step
that you carelessly fumble
your stride pressed in the soil, set but true
finding each print is fate
you can’t stop stepping forward
but, she will...
618 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
25th Mar 2012 2:46am
25th Mar 2012 2:46am
Soundless house
it is times like these my mind wanders
the mind picks a door, a path, a road
gracefully peers down the passage
entering a full spectrum of even more
displayed as little treats
I pluck from the neat order
off I go to wander
dawdle, I shall not
I step through each frame
and experience the blue prints
piece together each puzzle
again I pluck from the order
off I go to wander
this suite is different
large square and black
it plays flickering monochromatic films
that bring translucent drips
again I pluck
this time...
the mind picks a door, a path, a road
gracefully peers down the passage
entering a full spectrum of even more
displayed as little treats
I pluck from the neat order
off I go to wander
dawdle, I shall not
I step through each frame
and experience the blue prints
piece together each puzzle
again I pluck from the order
off I go to wander
this suite is different
large square and black
it plays flickering monochromatic films
that bring translucent drips
again I pluck
this time...
601 reads
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STORY POEM
Published
25th Mar 2012 00:48am
25th Mar 2012 00:48am
The pond, the peasant and the swan (Part 1)
Past the moon light
over the tall knoll
under the bows of the mighty
exists a pond
steaming from the warmth of the day
like glass the water is still
it is the stage for countless fireflies
that dance with the evening chill
there on the grandstand
lives the Olympian
who gently glides
in silent elegance
looping under ribbons of light
she is the matriarch
of this small kingdom
tucked on the edge of timber
it is here a figure appears
she is not alone
peering from behind the steam...
over the tall knoll
under the bows of the mighty
exists a pond
steaming from the warmth of the day
like glass the water is still
it is the stage for countless fireflies
that dance with the evening chill
there on the grandstand
lives the Olympian
who gently glides
in silent elegance
looping under ribbons of light
she is the matriarch
of this small kingdom
tucked on the edge of timber
it is here a figure appears
she is not alone
peering from behind the steam...
777 reads
4 Comments
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