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
10th Jun 2013 12:07pm
10th Jun 2013 12:07pm
Never, Ever
i.
It has never been
too larger long.
Let us live with
thunder, crashing,
lightening on the
other side of town,
woman.
ii.
There is no other
side of town? It
is not like a slide
spice, you know.
There will always
be potholes, patches.
iii.
That is why you
recognize me, woman:
you are the poet
in my heart.
It has never been
too larger long.
Let us live with
thunder, crashing,
lightening on the
other side of town,
woman.
ii.
There is no other
side of town? It
is not like a slide
spice, you know.
There will always
be potholes, patches.
iii.
That is why you
recognize me, woman:
you are the poet
in my heart.
670 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
9th Jun 2013 11:01am
9th Jun 2013 11:01am
Then It Happened
1.
I do not know
why I am smiling so.
I am not cognizant
of why I just laugh
out loud, except that
you saved my life, woman.
2.
I would never tell you
exactly what to do. Our
minutes are so few. I
will be a different man
for you. One of us has
got to start.
I do not know
why I am smiling so.
I am not cognizant
of why I just laugh
out loud, except that
you saved my life, woman.
2.
I would never tell you
exactly what to do. Our
minutes are so few. I
will be a different man
for you. One of us has
got to start.
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LOVE POEM
Published
7th Jun 2013 3:48pm
7th Jun 2013 3:48pm
It Is not
the way that
you kiss that
causes ripples
in the universe
it is not the
evolution of
space that causes
the multiverse:
it is you, woman:
it's you.
you kiss that
causes ripples
in the universe
it is not the
evolution of
space that causes
the multiverse:
it is you, woman:
it's you.
709 reads
9 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Jun 2013 6:49pm
6th Jun 2013 6:49pm
Leaving Ahead
I like this
village but
all the pillage
plunder. I have
to leave to try
to find another
season, a different
reason. I know
that will satisfy
you, woman. You
are on my slide side.
village but
all the pillage
plunder. I have
to leave to try
to find another
season, a different
reason. I know
that will satisfy
you, woman. You
are on my slide side.
643 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
5th Jun 2013 2:54pm
5th Jun 2013 2:54pm
1,2,3,4,5
NOTE: All (or most, or some) of the poems having the word "woman" in them are going to be given at a local university. So some of the "poems" (if that is a recommended word for them) that follow this present one and some preceding this one will be read. I ontologically owe a vast, deeper than deep debt to my poet-friend, Kasuppu, with her idea of an "album." I am not blaming her. I am praising her. Any "goofs" in the poetry are entirely mine. I blame myself. In other words, the opposite of praise myself. They are supposed to (intentionally, on purpose) be "like" lyrics (almost) from around...
652 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
4th Jun 2013 3:10pm
4th Jun 2013 3:10pm
Some Loving
Nothing is
shaking
but the bushes,
woman, because
you and I are
there.
I'm finding out
what love is all about.
Nothing is
faking
but the bushes.
shaking
but the bushes,
woman, because
you and I are
there.
I'm finding out
what love is all about.
Nothing is
faking
but the bushes.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Jun 2013 5:15pm
3rd Jun 2013 5:15pm
In Moonlight
1.
Entering
in bright moonlight
late
one night
she struggled through the shafts:
several inches of cold water lay on the bottom
of the horizontal tunnel.
2.
She could smell
oxygen which meant that the water was fresh:
the tunnel almost seemed
too narrow
for turning around.
3.
She stopped every now and then to listen,
heard nothing.
4.
Suddenly there was a strange sound. It
was like wind whistling over the
peaks of high mountains,
or the sound of a geyser...
Entering
in bright moonlight
late
one night
she struggled through the shafts:
several inches of cold water lay on the bottom
of the horizontal tunnel.
2.
She could smell
oxygen which meant that the water was fresh:
the tunnel almost seemed
too narrow
for turning around.
3.
She stopped every now and then to listen,
heard nothing.
4.
Suddenly there was a strange sound. It
was like wind whistling over the
peaks of high mountains,
or the sound of a geyser...
639 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
1st Jun 2013 3:48pm
1st Jun 2013 3:48pm
The Trying
I'd been trying to
remain dispassionate
before with you, woman.
I took it like a religion.
Now, as if my very soul
depended on it (not to
mention your soul), my
very life, the objectification
of tonight's events, like your
smell, your hair, your hands,
your toes, focusing solely on
penetrated penetration at such
and such a rate, left a hole
in both our souls.
remain dispassionate
before with you, woman.
I took it like a religion.
Now, as if my very soul
depended on it (not to
mention your soul), my
very life, the objectification
of tonight's events, like your
smell, your hair, your hands,
your toes, focusing solely on
penetrated penetration at such
and such a rate, left a hole
in both our souls.
575 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Jun 2013 3:34pm
1st Jun 2013 3:34pm
Station
The railroad was
glaring, blaring,
blooming, booming
but immigration
had ended. The
platform was
privatized, a
secure container
colony. Where the
fuck is the godmother
of punk? She simply,
certainly, entirely
isn't here.
glaring, blaring,
blooming, booming
but immigration
had ended. The
platform was
privatized, a
secure container
colony. Where the
fuck is the godmother
of punk? She simply,
certainly, entirely
isn't here.
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LOVE POEM
Published
31st May 2013 3:09pm
31st May 2013 3:09pm
Fever, High
One little kiss
from you, like
electricity or
boiling inside/
outside: when
you even gaze at
me, woman, I get
a fever. There
is not anything
to doubt about:
because the
sky turns, turns
many shades of blue:
that must be you.
from you, like
electricity or
boiling inside/
outside: when
you even gaze at
me, woman, I get
a fever. There
is not anything
to doubt about:
because the
sky turns, turns
many shades of blue:
that must be you.
699 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
31st May 2013 2:54pm
31st May 2013 2:54pm
Do It To It
1.
Eternally, confidently,
woman, I'll always
love you, like in
forever-time. I
am, I think, because
you are.
2.
You know me, like
Abraham knew Sarah.
You know my darkness,
like Abel knew Cain:
you always help me
through when there
are no snowflakes.
3.
All I have to do, so
little too, is to view
the snow on a screen
scene. Then there is you.
Eternally, confidently,
woman, I'll always
love you, like in
forever-time. I
am, I think, because
you are.
2.
You know me, like
Abraham knew Sarah.
You know my darkness,
like Abel knew Cain:
you always help me
through when there
are no snowflakes.
3.
All I have to do, so
little too, is to view
the snow on a screen
scene. Then there is you.
551 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
30th May 2013 3:29pm
30th May 2013 3:29pm
I Have a Woman
who lives downtown.
She is so good to
me, makes me breakfast
in bed (actually in the
kitchen). The woman has
a limousine, with a huge
screen in front: no one
can see through it, not
even me.
She is so good to
me, makes me breakfast
in bed (actually in the
kitchen). The woman has
a limousine, with a huge
screen in front: no one
can see through it, not
even me.
594 reads
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