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~
unwelcome guests
sorry to bother you
but there is a woman
wandering around your yard
she looks quickly to
see if it is anyone she knows
it is not
the woman is carrying pamphlets
and a book
she turns back to
the C.S.I. inspector
she is a Jehovah Witness
I used to have a Rottweiler for those
but there is a woman
wandering around your yard
she looks quickly to
see if it is anyone she knows
it is not
the woman is carrying pamphlets
and a book
she turns back to
the C.S.I. inspector
she is a Jehovah Witness
I used to have a Rottweiler for those
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Septic
Yes…this pretty much
sums it up
1000 gallons of shit
do you want me to dig it up
for you?
or would you prefer
to have the honor
who knows what else
you might find in there
just saying
this is the ultimate
test, so please tell me
you found what i was looking for
in this deep well of crap
there is one iota of positive
or i may just throw myself in
we will find out soon enough
but first
we must suck it up
the irony of life discovered
in a pool of shit. ...
sums it up
1000 gallons of shit
do you want me to dig it up
for you?
or would you prefer
to have the honor
who knows what else
you might find in there
just saying
this is the ultimate
test, so please tell me
you found what i was looking for
in this deep well of crap
there is one iota of positive
or i may just throw myself in
we will find out soon enough
but first
we must suck it up
the irony of life discovered
in a pool of shit. ...
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Baby
she struggles in her arms
so small and yet so strong
her body twisting in a rage
her mom walks away
leaving her to care for this
small human being
she is so young herself
and has no idea what to do
with this wriggling bundle
of sadness
except hold on tight
and bounce around
holding her small head
to keep her from falling
backwards
at the ripe age of 10
she decides she will never
have children
so small and yet so strong
her body twisting in a rage
her mom walks away
leaving her to care for this
small human being
she is so young herself
and has no idea what to do
with this wriggling bundle
of sadness
except hold on tight
and bounce around
holding her small head
to keep her from falling
backwards
at the ripe age of 10
she decides she will never
have children
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The Hunter
He wanted desperately to take her out into the cold wilderness for the hunt. Heading up the trail at the break of day, the trees flickering in the soft orange warm glow of dawns light meandering through the whitetail woods. Tracking and hunting deer in the mountains. Climbing through dense leafless trees. The ground softly covered in the carpet of leaves ensuring their footsteps remain unheard. Staying down wind, barely exhaling so that not even the mist of of their breath hanging in the cold air would give them away. Teaching her the importance of tracking and the thrill of the hunt itself....
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in her mind...
she slips into a river of dreams
covered in cool ripples, endless streams
of thoughts and emotions crystalline schemes
that haunt and taunt her realities themes
of the injustices that she redeems
in her minds eye reflecting the hard extremes
that are unfolding beneath the surfaces icy seams
clouding her vision as the waves fold over, fading gleams
of light diminishing below the surface hiding her screams
covered in cool ripples, endless streams
of thoughts and emotions crystalline schemes
that haunt and taunt her realities themes
of the injustices that she redeems
in her minds eye reflecting the hard extremes
that are unfolding beneath the surfaces icy seams
clouding her vision as the waves fold over, fading gleams
of light diminishing below the surface hiding her screams
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Drinking Alone
she went to this great
restaurant on a harbor
chairs and tables nestled
on broken clam shells
boats floating in the still
water casting beautiful
reflections
an outside window to the bar
offers an array of summer
refreshment
her latest obsession
are their frozen mud slides
a line of people extends out from
the ordering window
as if it were an ice cream shop
hardly alone
dozens of people parties
going on
laughter, children running
all around, she watches as she waits ...
restaurant on a harbor
chairs and tables nestled
on broken clam shells
boats floating in the still
water casting beautiful
reflections
an outside window to the bar
offers an array of summer
refreshment
her latest obsession
are their frozen mud slides
a line of people extends out from
the ordering window
as if it were an ice cream shop
hardly alone
dozens of people parties
going on
laughter, children running
all around, she watches as she waits ...
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Cat
He lays in the dense grass
his bushy tail wrapped
around his torso
the tip flicking
in excited anticipation
as birds flit and fly
around him
his ears pull back ever
so slightly
he rolls over onto his belly
his tail extends
behind him
the birds
unaware of his agility
and speed
hover dangerously close
he leaps
front paws
reaching, claws fully extended
grasping at air
his bushy tail wrapped
around his torso
the tip flicking
in excited anticipation
as birds flit and fly
around him
his ears pull back ever
so slightly
he rolls over onto his belly
his tail extends
behind him
the birds
unaware of his agility
and speed
hover dangerously close
he leaps
front paws
reaching, claws fully extended
grasping at air
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What's Mine Can Be Yours
What a gorgeous day
spent it pruning
my fruit trees
and cleaning winters
debris
trying to keep my focus
on what if I were looking
at this home for the first time
for me it is the same
as the first time i laid my
eyes on it
*this baby is mine!
but we just put the "For Sale"
sign out an hour ago,
well then that's even easier
like I said
this baby is mine
take down the sign*
that's what I'm waiting for...
spent it pruning
my fruit trees
and cleaning winters
debris
trying to keep my focus
on what if I were looking
at this home for the first time
for me it is the same
as the first time i laid my
eyes on it
*this baby is mine!
but we just put the "For Sale"
sign out an hour ago,
well then that's even easier
like I said
this baby is mine
take down the sign*
that's what I'm waiting for...
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Under Construction
she has felt
the dragon fire
so close
singeing the hair on the
back of her neck
there is no escape
from it
she can barely stay
ahead of the spouting
flames
reaching for everything
she has left
which isn't much
(according to her accountant:
she is going to have a rough
time on her own
due to her career choice
which she might want to
consider changing in hopes
of better income
or she could "plan" on
not living beyond a certain age
or she will surely end up
on the street...
the dragon fire
so close
singeing the hair on the
back of her neck
there is no escape
from it
she can barely stay
ahead of the spouting
flames
reaching for everything
she has left
which isn't much
(according to her accountant:
she is going to have a rough
time on her own
due to her career choice
which she might want to
consider changing in hopes
of better income
or she could "plan" on
not living beyond a certain age
or she will surely end up
on the street...
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Cricket
she sits on the floor of
her home
empty
a blank canvas
for someone else to
redefine
there is so much spirit here
she hopes who ever dwells here
next will find the peace
it held for her
for a little while anyway
it echoes
with the chirping
of crickets just outside
this is how she wants
to remember her one
true home
even though it did not hold
all the promises
she thought it would
she can rest in its emptiness
her home
empty
a blank canvas
for someone else to
redefine
there is so much spirit here
she hopes who ever dwells here
next will find the peace
it held for her
for a little while anyway
it echoes
with the chirping
of crickets just outside
this is how she wants
to remember her one
true home
even though it did not hold
all the promises
she thought it would
she can rest in its emptiness
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The Brick House {entered in the Childhood Home Comp}
everything meticulously kept
beautiful trees and gardens enveloped the
hard exterior
everything always looked
good from the outside
we were the perfect
white middle class family
it was the times
that what happened
inside, stayed inside
yes, we had the perfect white picket fence
to the back yard
the gate that squeaked whenever
you tried to sneak in late
hop scotch in the driveway
kickball in the street
all the neighborhood kids
somehow ended up in our yard
the beautiful dogwood trees I...
beautiful trees and gardens enveloped the
hard exterior
everything always looked
good from the outside
we were the perfect
white middle class family
it was the times
that what happened
inside, stayed inside
yes, we had the perfect white picket fence
to the back yard
the gate that squeaked whenever
you tried to sneak in late
hop scotch in the driveway
kickball in the street
all the neighborhood kids
somehow ended up in our yard
the beautiful dogwood trees I...
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Hanging On Words
If there had been an easier path
for her to slip through
not this noose that was slid
around her throat
while she was sleeping
she no longer recalls how it
got there
how long it has hung there
a very heavy and cumbersome
necklace
tightening to a close
maybe if she had been surrounded
by people who really
sincerely
cared about her
well being
things would have been
easier
she was filled to the
brim of her existence
with...
for her to slip through
not this noose that was slid
around her throat
while she was sleeping
she no longer recalls how it
got there
how long it has hung there
a very heavy and cumbersome
necklace
tightening to a close
maybe if she had been surrounded
by people who really
sincerely
cared about her
well being
things would have been
easier
she was filled to the
brim of her existence
with...
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