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
13th Dec 2013 7:55pm
13th Dec 2013 7:55pm
Contact
My contact with you
created a realm of
angels. If I stay
with this fact, no
act of mine becomes
a reflex judgement.
Just the sound of
your voice is a
picture-image within
loving-love.
This creates only you
as the foundation of
my heart.
My contact with you
builds a new order
of being.
created a realm of
angels. If I stay
with this fact, no
act of mine becomes
a reflex judgement.
Just the sound of
your voice is a
picture-image within
loving-love.
This creates only you
as the foundation of
my heart.
My contact with you
builds a new order
of being.
732 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Dec 2013 12:44pm
11th Dec 2013 12:44pm
Swinging
The day we were
swinging on the
swing: did I
really know you
then? You were
my shelter and
my shade. I am
still standing where
you left me: do the
flowers that I sent
you mean anything or
only scent?
swinging on the
swing: did I
really know you
then? You were
my shelter and
my shade. I am
still standing where
you left me: do the
flowers that I sent
you mean anything or
only scent?
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LOVE POEM
Published
6th Dec 2013 11:11pm
6th Dec 2013 11:11pm
Weather
You came into
my room like
you were dancing
on the moon: I
would walk in a
hurricane I would
run in the driving
torrid rain I would
keep searching until
I would go insane:
just to have you!
my room like
you were dancing
on the moon: I
would walk in a
hurricane I would
run in the driving
torrid rain I would
keep searching until
I would go insane:
just to have you!
842 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Dec 2013 9:14am
4th Dec 2013 9:14am
The Touching
At first there were
details of clever
speculation with no
interplay of life and
art as if there was no
way to know why some
people suggest what authors
have in mind like allusions
to political issues like scissors
of historical fiction at least seemed
to connect disparate elements or
breathed life into a dead culture:
yet psycho-biography is about as
unreliable as one can get: better
to touch each other physically
behind the library stacks.
details of clever
speculation with no
interplay of life and
art as if there was no
way to know why some
people suggest what authors
have in mind like allusions
to political issues like scissors
of historical fiction at least seemed
to connect disparate elements or
breathed life into a dead culture:
yet psycho-biography is about as
unreliable as one can get: better
to touch each other physically
behind the library stacks.
646 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
30th Nov 2013 2:23pm
30th Nov 2013 2:23pm
Saying
Watch out what
you say: life
may go my way.
I know she knows
me, by the way
she turned her
head as she walked
by. How could I
let a woman like
her merely travel
through?
you say: life
may go my way.
I know she knows
me, by the way
she turned her
head as she walked
by. How could I
let a woman like
her merely travel
through?
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LOVE POEM
Published
28th Nov 2013 5:04pm
28th Nov 2013 5:04pm
Temporality of Time
She will continually
be there. My love
does not care about
time. She can love
me now, here. I
laugh with her, cry
with her. It seems
she will always be
there, because my love
does not care about time.
be there. My love
does not care about
time. She can love
me now, here. I
laugh with her, cry
with her. It seems
she will always be
there, because my love
does not care about time.
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LOVE POEM
Published
27th Nov 2013 12:42pm
27th Nov 2013 12:42pm
Mixture
Lake Michigan is strong
like an organ grinder's
song no voice can hum
against the drums of dawn:
the crashing winds like
symbols flashed.
Are you too weary to lie
with me? I know the night
has gone, but you and I
are still you and I.
like an organ grinder's
song no voice can hum
against the drums of dawn:
the crashing winds like
symbols flashed.
Are you too weary to lie
with me? I know the night
has gone, but you and I
are still you and I.
679 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
21st Nov 2013 1:22pm
21st Nov 2013 1:22pm
Let's
Please let me love you
it won't be wrong
come to me
come to me
that's the only way
you will see: every
time I watch you smile
let me tell you
how my heart goes wild
please let me love you
it won't be wrong.
it won't be wrong
come to me
come to me
that's the only way
you will see: every
time I watch you smile
let me tell you
how my heart goes wild
please let me love you
it won't be wrong.
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LOVE POEM
Published
20th Nov 2013 6:12pm
20th Nov 2013 6:12pm
The First Thing
I could never
win because you
took your stand,
would not give it
up, you with such
little hands.
You had this thought
of me which told me
how I ought to be:
now you are at my door
almost crawling on my floor
you asking for the days
before: want to come in?
win because you
took your stand,
would not give it
up, you with such
little hands.
You had this thought
of me which told me
how I ought to be:
now you are at my door
almost crawling on my floor
you asking for the days
before: want to come in?
677 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Nov 2013 2:18pm
16th Nov 2013 2:18pm
Truth
So love let us be
true to one another
because the ocean
blue which runs through
our veins is calming
clattering through out
the universe too: without
us there would be no universe
because there would be one
not two
so love let us be
true to one another.
true to one another
because the ocean
blue which runs through
our veins is calming
clattering through out
the universe too: without
us there would be no universe
because there would be one
not two
so love let us be
true to one another.
591 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Nov 2013 10:04pm
15th Nov 2013 10:04pm
Like Yesterday
Like a disagreeing
dream of yesterday
wherever I go
whatever I do
darling I love you.
I will get you many
gardens where you can
grow your flowers fresh:
this is all I can do
being so in love with you.
dream of yesterday
wherever I go
whatever I do
darling I love you.
I will get you many
gardens where you can
grow your flowers fresh:
this is all I can do
being so in love with you.
572 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
13th Nov 2013 9:13am
13th Nov 2013 9:13am
Tale
Everybody seemed to think
that particular stratagems
were the cause of occasional
misfortunes, like fate in a
Greek tragedy. Many skills
and arts had atrophied, even
the public had not been what
it once had been, absorbing
without reaction or resistance:
Yet she had many
means at her disposal.
Were they impressively
attractive. Sitting in
the dark would have been
so much more effective,
even the public would not know.
that particular stratagems
were the cause of occasional
misfortunes, like fate in a
Greek tragedy. Many skills
and arts had atrophied, even
the public had not been what
it once had been, absorbing
without reaction or resistance:
Yet she had many
means at her disposal.
Were they impressively
attractive. Sitting in
the dark would have been
so much more effective,
even the public would not know.
651 reads
2 Comments
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