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
DARK POEM
Published
26th Feb 2012 5:04pm
26th Feb 2012 5:04pm
My father as a sea captain
On a cool damp night
the patter of the port subsided
drips of the cold rain echo
a captain ripe with whiskey
breaks the silence of the harbor
feeling his way back
to the flat on high street
navigating his feet on each stone
he muttered to himself
“left, right and then right again”
ending at a stoop
he found the nob within three
“click” the humble door opened
entering the dwelling
ready for the weeks pummel
he swung his fists at the inhabitants
especially...
the patter of the port subsided
drips of the cold rain echo
a captain ripe with whiskey
breaks the silence of the harbor
feeling his way back
to the flat on high street
navigating his feet on each stone
he muttered to himself
“left, right and then right again”
ending at a stoop
he found the nob within three
“click” the humble door opened
entering the dwelling
ready for the weeks pummel
he swung his fists at the inhabitants
especially...
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DARK POEM
Published
25th Feb 2012 7:17pm
25th Feb 2012 7:17pm
Embrace and black
Glimpse of the end
on the way back from daily labor
they are in black
from toe to tip
there to say their last gesture
to the withered
laid gently in a coffer
they gather, in soft afternoon sun
cheeks glistening
with glimmering memories
translucent in nature
but, filled with monochromatic films
to the black this just a moment
a stop in the road ahead
to me, this is merely a glimpse
a window and painted inside
is the destiny set and true
we paint our way
with...
on the way back from daily labor
they are in black
from toe to tip
there to say their last gesture
to the withered
laid gently in a coffer
they gather, in soft afternoon sun
cheeks glistening
with glimmering memories
translucent in nature
but, filled with monochromatic films
to the black this just a moment
a stop in the road ahead
to me, this is merely a glimpse
a window and painted inside
is the destiny set and true
we paint our way
with...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Feb 2012 00:58am
15th Feb 2012 00:58am
Ode to the poor mans friend
Hands cracked as dried soap
bloody, battered
working out on the dust
its hard and still
a whisper of a geared wagon
tickles the ear of the fickle man
it is he... the man who points
he checks his list and nods
the man receives his daily remuneration
crackle of the sand, paves the way
to a tin roof collective
where blurry eyed gentlemen line the plaster
the fickle man trades his social note
for a golden friend
bloody, battered
working out on the dust
its hard and still
a whisper of a geared wagon
tickles the ear of the fickle man
it is he... the man who points
he checks his list and nods
the man receives his daily remuneration
crackle of the sand, paves the way
to a tin roof collective
where blurry eyed gentlemen line the plaster
the fickle man trades his social note
for a golden friend
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DARK POEM
Published
15th Feb 2012 00:50am
15th Feb 2012 00:50am
It is there behind Revenge
it is one desire
I have kept away
it is there behind Revenge
a jealous sister
she is there
her hair black as vanilla
eyes cold and numb
she taunts and pulls
to reveal
the flickering
foresight
of what is capable
what is expected
center stage
she quivers
“Revenge is a thought”
“Revenge is a coward”
“let me act”
“let me perform”
Thrust!
She pulls
Thrust!
She yanks
pulling at the very
thread of desire
...
I have kept away
it is there behind Revenge
a jealous sister
she is there
her hair black as vanilla
eyes cold and numb
she taunts and pulls
to reveal
the flickering
foresight
of what is capable
what is expected
center stage
she quivers
“Revenge is a thought”
“Revenge is a coward”
“let me act”
“let me perform”
Thrust!
She pulls
Thrust!
She yanks
pulling at the very
thread of desire
...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Feb 2012 12:42pm
14th Feb 2012 12:42pm
She laughs (haiku)
From straw the color gold
her hair feeding the west wind
she laughs my true love
her hair feeding the west wind
she laughs my true love
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Feb 2012 12:31pm
14th Feb 2012 12:31pm
The Colonial house
a structure
filled with belt buckles and bonnets
and yellow in tint
it welcomes the day
with bubbled windows
opened to the scent of thawing
with the grip of a steady winter released
the inhabitants embrace the air
and embark on the daily labors
clothes line flutters with white sails
the farmer tends the barren soil
and little feet, pitter patter across the green
this is an awaking
a birth cycle of warmth and light
begins a new
filled with belt buckles and bonnets
and yellow in tint
it welcomes the day
with bubbled windows
opened to the scent of thawing
with the grip of a steady winter released
the inhabitants embrace the air
and embark on the daily labors
clothes line flutters with white sails
the farmer tends the barren soil
and little feet, pitter patter across the green
this is an awaking
a birth cycle of warmth and light
begins a new
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DARK POEM
Published
12th Feb 2012 6:34pm
12th Feb 2012 6:34pm
Front
Out here it is organic
All natural, but fake
This is just a shell
5 parts this, one part you
precise, measured and able
yes that single part, potent and true
which can not be seen
but, only spoken through honest lips
here is where you are
locked away
wrapped in chain
Behind the flesh and blood
You can feel it, can’t you?
yes this husk
is exquisite
its curves memorizing
it attracts
the buzzing flies
that fester lust
but, yet molded
by...
All natural, but fake
This is just a shell
5 parts this, one part you
precise, measured and able
yes that single part, potent and true
which can not be seen
but, only spoken through honest lips
here is where you are
locked away
wrapped in chain
Behind the flesh and blood
You can feel it, can’t you?
yes this husk
is exquisite
its curves memorizing
it attracts
the buzzing flies
that fester lust
but, yet molded
by...
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SELF POEM
Published
12th Feb 2012 6:13pm
12th Feb 2012 6:13pm
First Word
I come to despise you
this word, this label
even though, it was muttered
first from my own lips
its sound sings the memories
that hunt my every step
I still remember...
they follow me like shadows
demons mimicking my silhouette
they infect my mind
with each syllable
rehearsed by your lips
you practiced
and twitched in glee by its sound
this word is common
it is used, everyday
its very meaning
is honor and loyalty
every rising sun
a new man will...
this word, this label
even though, it was muttered
first from my own lips
its sound sings the memories
that hunt my every step
I still remember...
they follow me like shadows
demons mimicking my silhouette
they infect my mind
with each syllable
rehearsed by your lips
you practiced
and twitched in glee by its sound
this word is common
it is used, everyday
its very meaning
is honor and loyalty
every rising sun
a new man will...
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