Submissions by jemac
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am on a journey… with my work, my explorations, and a few sad stories. I travel with a suitcase full of outrageous blessings. I am on a quest for truth, beauty and quiet joy. I am an artist, a writer, an explorer. ~unknown~
The Dinner Table
when I was quite young
we moved from a very tiny home
to a larger home
that had real rooms
not closets pretending
to be rooms
my mom loved
this new home
she took great care
in making it cozy
she was pregnant
and larger
the need for space
was very real
we didn't have a lot
but, we had a dining room
that needed a commanding table
a place to eat of course
but also a command central
where all great things could be discussed
and contemplated
my dad found ...
we moved from a very tiny home
to a larger home
that had real rooms
not closets pretending
to be rooms
my mom loved
this new home
she took great care
in making it cozy
she was pregnant
and larger
the need for space
was very real
we didn't have a lot
but, we had a dining room
that needed a commanding table
a place to eat of course
but also a command central
where all great things could be discussed
and contemplated
my dad found ...
#family
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When we were young ...
she was studying photography
her time away from work
spent taking photos of
whatever caught her eye
you were busy
in the summer sun
mowing too deep grass
trimming dead branches
sun hitting skin
gathering warmth
how she loved you then
in those simple moments
just watching you
in your daily
you were not one
to smile easily
but you did then
when you saw her studying you
in the shadow and the light
her tripod was already set up
she asked for just a minute...
her time away from work
spent taking photos of
whatever caught her eye
you were busy
in the summer sun
mowing too deep grass
trimming dead branches
sun hitting skin
gathering warmth
how she loved you then
in those simple moments
just watching you
in your daily
you were not one
to smile easily
but you did then
when you saw her studying you
in the shadow and the light
her tripod was already set up
she asked for just a minute...
#relationships
#LifeAsAWriter
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Shrooms
she sat on
soft green cloud
where the smallest creatures
gathered around
sneaking over the bareness
of her skin
ladybugs and ants
bees flew overhead
offering their own song
of summer abuzz
butterflies gliding silently
on majestic wings
magic carpets kissing
azure sky
searching for cool
they gather under
nature's umbrella
mushroom
offering a canopy
of sweet relief
soft green cloud
where the smallest creatures
gathered around
sneaking over the bareness
of her skin
ladybugs and ants
bees flew overhead
offering their own song
of summer abuzz
butterflies gliding silently
on majestic wings
magic carpets kissing
azure sky
searching for cool
they gather under
nature's umbrella
mushroom
offering a canopy
of sweet relief
#nature
#LifeAsAWriter
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you said you loved me
not sure how
this works
any of it
life just leaves
me wanting
purity in situations
is nothing sacred?
spilling words
on flesh
where run off
is heavier
than a river
that takes you to moments
before your time
with others that mean nothing
to you
but to them
it still means something
before you
time was spent
however they wanted
now?
are you bored?
is this not enough for you?
am I not enough
time is effort
no?
she doesn't...
this works
any of it
life just leaves
me wanting
purity in situations
is nothing sacred?
spilling words
on flesh
where run off
is heavier
than a river
that takes you to moments
before your time
with others that mean nothing
to you
but to them
it still means something
before you
time was spent
however they wanted
now?
are you bored?
is this not enough for you?
am I not enough
time is effort
no?
she doesn't...
#love
#relationships
#LifeAsAWriter
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whisperer
she doesn't share much
quiet is her truest form
silence is golden
quiet is her truest form
silence is golden
#silence
#LifeAsAWriter
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Cleaning 101
when I was five my mom knew
I loved my dad's grand piano
I had gotten a gift from my great grandma
a big container of pink rose powder
with a dusting poof
for after a bath
my mom asked if I'd like to "dust" my dad's piano
I said, "Oh Yes!"
so, while she was busy in the kitchen
I dusted my dad's entire piano
in Rose powder
let's just say
I never got asked to help again. her idea of dust and mine were VERY different.
I loved my dad's grand piano
I had gotten a gift from my great grandma
a big container of pink rose powder
with a dusting poof
for after a bath
my mom asked if I'd like to "dust" my dad's piano
I said, "Oh Yes!"
so, while she was busy in the kitchen
I dusted my dad's entire piano
in Rose powder
let's just say
I never got asked to help again. her idea of dust and mine were VERY different.
#childhood
#LifeAsAWriter
#memories
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a z u r e
enlarge your iris
that she may swim in deep blue
searching for treasure
that she may swim in deep blue
searching for treasure
#lover
#LifeAsAWriter
#FallingInLove
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Patterns
life is full of patterns
the kinds that lead to places
you'd never venture through
way the lights create halos of colors in the middle of the night
places you should never stop in if you are a certain color(you don't get to choose)
you don't belong here man
don't put that window down
you shout through it
quick as lightening
you get the fuck out
night suddenly lights up
with sharp shades of red and blue and you're surrounded
black tarmac smooth as silk
with that beautiful yellow ribbon running down the...
the kinds that lead to places
you'd never venture through
way the lights create halos of colors in the middle of the night
places you should never stop in if you are a certain color(you don't get to choose)
you don't belong here man
don't put that window down
you shout through it
quick as lightening
you get the fuck out
night suddenly lights up
with sharp shades of red and blue and you're surrounded
black tarmac smooth as silk
with that beautiful yellow ribbon running down the...
#LifeAsAWriter
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e m p a t h
she holds your hand
feels a rush of sadness
running through disheveled veins
tears fall on silent cries
of anguish
pain courses through
in electrictified volts
she can't let go
even if she wants to
she must ride it out
let it out
take it in whatever form comes
falling to pieces
in pieces
faces streaked
hearts racing
in unison
she remains silent
holding on to the fury
of sadness
if only to relieve
to take it
pull it out of an anguished
heart
in some way to heal
...
feels a rush of sadness
running through disheveled veins
tears fall on silent cries
of anguish
pain courses through
in electrictified volts
she can't let go
even if she wants to
she must ride it out
let it out
take it in whatever form comes
falling to pieces
in pieces
faces streaked
hearts racing
in unison
she remains silent
holding on to the fury
of sadness
if only to relieve
to take it
pull it out of an anguished
heart
in some way to heal
...
#love
#LifeAsAWriter
#emotions
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Stilettos ( just for fun they said)
they waited for restless feet
born to dance
toe shoes with spiked heels
glamorous occasions
held in cities finest
how they ador(n)ed her
entrance(d) on the arm of her past love
made inches taller
she was the essence of glamor
once among the crowd
he would leave her
to her own devices
not to lose her in his sights
but to enjoy her even from
across the room
where she mingled so easily
to the rhythm
of corporate
confident in her shiny black
her toes always pointed
in...
born to dance
toe shoes with spiked heels
glamorous occasions
held in cities finest
how they ador(n)ed her
entrance(d) on the arm of her past love
made inches taller
she was the essence of glamor
once among the crowd
he would leave her
to her own devices
not to lose her in his sights
but to enjoy her even from
across the room
where she mingled so easily
to the rhythm
of corporate
confident in her shiny black
her toes always pointed
in...
#LifeAsAWriter
#dance
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spring
leave me some sunshine
on cool dewdrops of your soul
where my thirst gets quenched
on cool dewdrops of your soul
where my thirst gets quenched
#love
#nature
#LifeAsAWriter
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A is for ...
a n i m o s i t y
caving into a corner
it's where you belong
caving into a corner
it's where you belong
#LifeAsAWriter
188 reads
6 Comments
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