Submissions by marcella1
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I've been at it for a long time and like e.e. cummings in his painting and poetry I cannot tell a good one from an inadequate one. I'm constantly confused, with makes my clarity so certain. My favorate motto:
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Jun 2013 10:51pm
23rd Jun 2013 10:51pm
Aura
Although the days
are few: they
are filled with tears,
with years upon
years of wondering
wandering:
wherever you go I go,
woman. You have
my aura within your heart.
are few: they
are filled with tears,
with years upon
years of wondering
wandering:
wherever you go I go,
woman. You have
my aura within your heart.
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LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2013 2:52pm
22nd Jun 2013 2:52pm
Birthday
My woman won't
give me birthday
presents. I know
she has the money,
because I gave her mine.
But she understands,
withdraws when necessary.
Gives me her present presence.
Turn me on/off, woman. Or
off/on. I am tall, recall:
you steal the show.
give me birthday
presents. I know
she has the money,
because I gave her mine.
But she understands,
withdraws when necessary.
Gives me her present presence.
Turn me on/off, woman. Or
off/on. I am tall, recall:
you steal the show.
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LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2013 2:43pm
22nd Jun 2013 2:43pm
It Is Just A Rumor
I wrote you a
letter. Even put
a stamp on it.
I mailed it early
in the morning to
be sure it would
soon get to you.
I waited, lingered,
waited some more:
the letter had returned
because I had moved.
So rock on, woman,
I'm still going to
be near you.
Addresses, even cities
may change: but not my
love for you.
What city am I in now,
anyway?
letter. Even put
a stamp on it.
I mailed it early
in the morning to
be sure it would
soon get to you.
I waited, lingered,
waited some more:
the letter had returned
because I had moved.
So rock on, woman,
I'm still going to
be near you.
Addresses, even cities
may change: but not my
love for you.
What city am I in now,
anyway?
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Jun 2013 5:43pm
21st Jun 2013 5:43pm
Vacation
1.
Power cuts. Every
day, all day. Night
time symphony: car
horns history. Rained
a lot, which is wet-
like. People I met
yesterday no one can
find: sucked into
man/womanholes, never
to be touched, embraced,
bridled, sucked into again.
2.
Everything smelled of
cow shit, the cow being
sacred. Even the shit
had energy, vitality,
vibration. One square
inch of shattered broken
pavement was someone's
...
Power cuts. Every
day, all day. Night
time symphony: car
horns history. Rained
a lot, which is wet-
like. People I met
yesterday no one can
find: sucked into
man/womanholes, never
to be touched, embraced,
bridled, sucked into again.
2.
Everything smelled of
cow shit, the cow being
sacred. Even the shit
had energy, vitality,
vibration. One square
inch of shattered broken
pavement was someone's
...
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SELF POEM
Published
21st Jun 2013 5:23pm
21st Jun 2013 5:23pm
Ya
It drags
me down:
deep down
I'm lost
if someone
spies me:
I'm still
departed gone.
me down:
deep down
I'm lost
if someone
spies me:
I'm still
departed gone.
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LOVE POEM
Published
19th Jun 2013 2:39pm
19th Jun 2013 2:39pm
Respects
1.
Even though I
did not know
her well I
paid my respects
to her deadness.
This behavior may
seem unorthodox but
I realized she
had alchemised everybody
she had ever met.
2.
She had a love
albeit a dead
one that erupted
from her center
channeling our meanest
prejudices our worst
impulses passions.
3.
I was the
only visitor.
Even though I
did not know
her well I
paid my respects
to her deadness.
This behavior may
seem unorthodox but
I realized she
had alchemised everybody
she had ever met.
2.
She had a love
albeit a dead
one that erupted
from her center
channeling our meanest
prejudices our worst
impulses passions.
3.
I was the
only visitor.
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LOVE POEM
Published
19th Jun 2013 2:23pm
19th Jun 2013 2:23pm
Something Changes
But then the wind had
changed a light appeared
she was caught in some kind
of magic suddenly she was
overflowing with the schemes
riches of mania her heart was
pumping so vigorously she thought
an event was about to occur though
suddenly ecstatic she retained enough
presence of presence to attempt to
determine why her emotions were upside
down the reverse of a few moments ago:
even the city seemed to have no middle
ground certainly the poor were poor and
the rich were...
changed a light appeared
she was caught in some kind
of magic suddenly she was
overflowing with the schemes
riches of mania her heart was
pumping so vigorously she thought
an event was about to occur though
suddenly ecstatic she retained enough
presence of presence to attempt to
determine why her emotions were upside
down the reverse of a few moments ago:
even the city seemed to have no middle
ground certainly the poor were poor and
the rich were...
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LOVE POEM
Published
17th Jun 2013 7:40pm
17th Jun 2013 7:40pm
Brain
1.
She was watching me,
silently, quietly. Her
living room was cheerful,
happy, with light blue
walls, Delacroix prints
of passion, life. She
had a huge pile of books
on the floor. Why not in
the bookcase?
2.
On the pile was a
model brain: every
valley, hill labeled
precisely.
3.
"May I" asked I? The
brain was made of rubber,
felt pleasantly spongy.
"It's part of my experimental
brain, the Sylvian...
She was watching me,
silently, quietly. Her
living room was cheerful,
happy, with light blue
walls, Delacroix prints
of passion, life. She
had a huge pile of books
on the floor. Why not in
the bookcase?
2.
On the pile was a
model brain: every
valley, hill labeled
precisely.
3.
"May I" asked I? The
brain was made of rubber,
felt pleasantly spongy.
"It's part of my experimental
brain, the Sylvian...
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LOVE POEM
Published
17th Jun 2013 7:20pm
17th Jun 2013 7:20pm
Damage
I did not even
listen for her
to answer. The
damage was done.
I sat down at
the kitchen table.
She gave me a look
of such pride it
was almost alarmingly
lustful. She stood
up from the chair near
the table. But I could
not find the courage (not
even for a single moment's
second) to gaze up and
watch her go.
listen for her
to answer. The
damage was done.
I sat down at
the kitchen table.
She gave me a look
of such pride it
was almost alarmingly
lustful. She stood
up from the chair near
the table. But I could
not find the courage (not
even for a single moment's
second) to gaze up and
watch her go.
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th Jun 2013 10:05pm
13th Jun 2013 10:05pm
Things We Said Today
I.
You said you
would love me,
never leave me:
not much more to
say:
this will never
go away, because
our love will not
stray:
it goes on and
on and on.
2.
You gave me
no birthday
present: not
ever your presence.
You said you
would love me,
never leave me:
not much more to
say:
this will never
go away, because
our love will not
stray:
it goes on and
on and on.
2.
You gave me
no birthday
present: not
ever your presence.
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LOVE POEM
Published
11th Jun 2013 9:25pm
11th Jun 2013 9:25pm
Birds
i.
Time is filled
fulfilled with ferry
boats, like the stump
stable in Conrad's
HEART OF DARKNESS,
but even more darkly
dark. Persisting
memories never abated:
no more paying customers.
ii.
Like the black bird,
consistently dive-bombing
us as we went upon the
shore, marvelous woman:
a deterrent, perhaps,
to keep the crapping, cupping
gulls away. The bird shrieked
in the windy wind, had no
claws or beak: no one noticed
but us.
Time is filled
fulfilled with ferry
boats, like the stump
stable in Conrad's
HEART OF DARKNESS,
but even more darkly
dark. Persisting
memories never abated:
no more paying customers.
ii.
Like the black bird,
consistently dive-bombing
us as we went upon the
shore, marvelous woman:
a deterrent, perhaps,
to keep the crapping, cupping
gulls away. The bird shrieked
in the windy wind, had no
claws or beak: no one noticed
but us.
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LOVE POEM
Published
11th Jun 2013 9:08pm
11th Jun 2013 9:08pm
Decisions, Decisions
1.
Indecision is confounding
me, woman. I have no
room to move, to prove
or not prove anything.
2.
But all of me is there.
All of me to share.
You just won't tell me
where, even though I care
so much I cannot even decide
not to decide.
3.
Where is where?
Maybe it's right here.
Indecision is confounding
me, woman. I have no
room to move, to prove
or not prove anything.
2.
But all of me is there.
All of me to share.
You just won't tell me
where, even though I care
so much I cannot even decide
not to decide.
3.
Where is where?
Maybe it's right here.
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