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
25th Sep 2013 5:59am
25th Sep 2013 5:59am
Aversion
I loved her
her self-consciousness
what Freud would call
"censorship" she was
loving lovingly to a
fault but adverse to
self-transcendence
self-aversion looking
peering inside (if there
is a self where else is
it to be discovered unhinged?)
given all that occurred in her
unacknowledged emotional world
her untethered responses which
constitute all I have of her:
from head-wedged eerie unprecedented
pre-consciousness do any of these
...
her self-consciousness
what Freud would call
"censorship" she was
loving lovingly to a
fault but adverse to
self-transcendence
self-aversion looking
peering inside (if there
is a self where else is
it to be discovered unhinged?)
given all that occurred in her
unacknowledged emotional world
her untethered responses which
constitute all I have of her:
from head-wedged eerie unprecedented
pre-consciousness do any of these
...
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LOVE POEM
Published
25th Sep 2013 5:38am
25th Sep 2013 5:38am
That Look
When I look
into
your blue-green
eyes
I just do not
know
what to do.
I
cannot describe
nor
realize what you
do
to me, because you
see
there are only your
eyes.
into
your blue-green
eyes
I just do not
know
what to do.
I
cannot describe
nor
realize what you
do
to me, because you
see
there are only your
eyes.
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LOVE POEM
Published
21st Sep 2013 2:55pm
21st Sep 2013 2:55pm
Every
Every night my
mind is all around
you: holding you,
embracing you, too.
Every night I wait
for you, listening
for you, looking for
you: do you feel the
same way, too?
I give my love to you,
this special love I
have for you, too.
mind is all around
you: holding you,
embracing you, too.
Every night I wait
for you, listening
for you, looking for
you: do you feel the
same way, too?
I give my love to you,
this special love I
have for you, too.
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LOVE POEM
Published
21st Sep 2013 2:49pm
21st Sep 2013 2:49pm
Winning?
This is a
consolation
prize, life,
that is, I was
looking for love:
we are etched in
the early morning dew,
do we, too? We are like
empty chairs in green, that
is, living air, a curious
thing, a landscape scraped
of non-persona: pity, we
are two too screens of visual,
virtual obsession, passion.
We are like notes of love on
lawns, no windows, nor a rant-
rave wave of the sky.
consolation
prize, life,
that is, I was
looking for love:
we are etched in
the early morning dew,
do we, too? We are like
empty chairs in green, that
is, living air, a curious
thing, a landscape scraped
of non-persona: pity, we
are two too screens of visual,
virtual obsession, passion.
We are like notes of love on
lawns, no windows, nor a rant-
rave wave of the sky.
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LOVE POEM
Published
18th Sep 2013 4:15am
18th Sep 2013 4:15am
Triad
The basic triad
was affirmed many,
many years ago, when
my father died. I was
ten years old. The triad
of my mother, sister, myself
continues to this tired day.
No geological, geopolitical
separation, even though I
tried spasmodic attempts at
self-exile to weaken or
dismantle the triad. It is
always the same old older Delphic
Tripod: our three selves, like
a rainbow blazer.
was affirmed many,
many years ago, when
my father died. I was
ten years old. The triad
of my mother, sister, myself
continues to this tired day.
No geological, geopolitical
separation, even though I
tried spasmodic attempts at
self-exile to weaken or
dismantle the triad. It is
always the same old older Delphic
Tripod: our three selves, like
a rainbow blazer.
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th Sep 2013 10:21pm
13th Sep 2013 10:21pm
Gifts
She had so much
more to give away
that she travelled
to and fro: almost
staying at home.
She would stand erect
inside a deep closet
filled with her gifts,
this woman whom I love,
ringed up by relatives
who tried to be cautiously
wonderful, as she slowly
gradually withdrew from
yards and yards of things:
something from Brazil or
France, all the wide-eyed
people, like us, would twitch
and switch, anticipating how
our wrists would...
more to give away
that she travelled
to and fro: almost
staying at home.
She would stand erect
inside a deep closet
filled with her gifts,
this woman whom I love,
ringed up by relatives
who tried to be cautiously
wonderful, as she slowly
gradually withdrew from
yards and yards of things:
something from Brazil or
France, all the wide-eyed
people, like us, would twitch
and switch, anticipating how
our wrists would...
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th Sep 2013 4:18am
13th Sep 2013 4:18am
D. Poem Number 467
Then with the presence
of one fine bright day
in May like the Lake
Michigan of my mind no
honor greater fader hoister
than she swimming toward me
toward each other toward the
water-sand smooth perfect
complete accepting gliding
sliding together: as if the
universe even the unobservable
part had meant it all along.
of one fine bright day
in May like the Lake
Michigan of my mind no
honor greater fader hoister
than she swimming toward me
toward each other toward the
water-sand smooth perfect
complete accepting gliding
sliding together: as if the
universe even the unobservable
part had meant it all along.
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LOVE POEM
Published
11th Sep 2013 5:11am
11th Sep 2013 5:11am
The Flying
If you let
me be alive,
live my life,
I'll never take
flight. Sometimes
it seems like there
is no me there: where?
Anywhere. Yet beware
I'll just fly away
like a precious little
bird. Where? To close,
cage the prospect of our
otherwise lovely loving
bright nights.
me be alive,
live my life,
I'll never take
flight. Sometimes
it seems like there
is no me there: where?
Anywhere. Yet beware
I'll just fly away
like a precious little
bird. Where? To close,
cage the prospect of our
otherwise lovely loving
bright nights.
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LOVE POEM
Published
6th Sep 2013 4:08am
6th Sep 2013 4:08am
Loving
If a cell
does not get
information it
kills itself commits
suicide just for me:
the cells get information
from hormones, the brain
and other organs interact
with the cells. What a
marvel, mystery is occurring,
seemingly out of love, just
to keep me, me. I'm not aware
of any of this. It happens
without me knowing. It makes
me, me: if that is not love
what else can it be?
does not get
information it
kills itself commits
suicide just for me:
the cells get information
from hormones, the brain
and other organs interact
with the cells. What a
marvel, mystery is occurring,
seemingly out of love, just
to keep me, me. I'm not aware
of any of this. It happens
without me knowing. It makes
me, me: if that is not love
what else can it be?
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LOVE POEM
Published
4th Sep 2013 9:45am
4th Sep 2013 9:45am
Revelation
You reveal my
existence that
I am my inmost
essence. This
revelation is not
subjective. You
showed me the meaning
purpose of my life:
who is you revealing me.
existence that
I am my inmost
essence. This
revelation is not
subjective. You
showed me the meaning
purpose of my life:
who is you revealing me.
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LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Sep 2013 10:17pm
2nd Sep 2013 10:17pm
Night
The stars will shine
forth
from their daytime hiding
places
life seems so
uncertain
that we draw the
curtain
close your precious
eyes
try not to discount your
reality
choice is drifting by
everywhere
but I think everything is just
up
up
up
you can't be floating all
around
so get your feet back on the ground
on the ground.
forth
from their daytime hiding
places
life seems so
uncertain
that we draw the
curtain
close your precious
eyes
try not to discount your
reality
choice is drifting by
everywhere
but I think everything is just
up
up
up
you can't be floating all
around
so get your feet back on the ground
on the ground.
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st Sep 2013 8:31pm
1st Sep 2013 8:31pm
Auto-Detection
I have a coat
someone gave me
so as not to freeze
but the coat is not
hot because the warmth
is inside: the inside
is you.
I am like a huge lovely
houseboat someone lives
there leaning toward me.
I am a blown-up air mattress
all of my air lies inside
when you lay on it you lay
on me.
You left your watch off by
only an hour: it's light
like hot water. "Watch your
body move," as you calm yourself,
"Watch your body...
someone gave me
so as not to freeze
but the coat is not
hot because the warmth
is inside: the inside
is you.
I am like a huge lovely
houseboat someone lives
there leaning toward me.
I am a blown-up air mattress
all of my air lies inside
when you lay on it you lay
on me.
You left your watch off by
only an hour: it's light
like hot water. "Watch your
body move," as you calm yourself,
"Watch your body...
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