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
1st Sep 2013 00:34am
1st Sep 2013 00:34am
She looked at me
either because viruses are
infinite or because the immune
system hates the fight we know
that the heart grows old but we
could not send it on its way: isn't
every kiss a Judas kiss projecting us
to a somewhere place? I thought we
were forever on the life-enhancing
strain a refrain recalled in memory:
but I tend to linger in the cabin of
your heart's protection I'm there I'm
sure but soon I will be like a place
held by the dark or a sudden wind at
the corner.
infinite or because the immune
system hates the fight we know
that the heart grows old but we
could not send it on its way: isn't
every kiss a Judas kiss projecting us
to a somewhere place? I thought we
were forever on the life-enhancing
strain a refrain recalled in memory:
but I tend to linger in the cabin of
your heart's protection I'm there I'm
sure but soon I will be like a place
held by the dark or a sudden wind at
the corner.
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LOVE POEM
Published
28th Aug 2013 11:55pm
28th Aug 2013 11:55pm
The Bird
The tenderness a
characteristic that
trails encompasses you
like electricity rising
in you making me unable
to unspeak to even sing
a song so loud the world
bursts: you close like
a flying bird accepting
rain you know no hate no
indifference: I can count
on it.
characteristic that
trails encompasses you
like electricity rising
in you making me unable
to unspeak to even sing
a song so loud the world
bursts: you close like
a flying bird accepting
rain you know no hate no
indifference: I can count
on it.
772 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
25th Aug 2013 8:39pm
25th Aug 2013 8:39pm
On Bluebirds
Trolling straight through
a wide wire fence
a bluebird with a shiny
indigo neck steps nearly
neatly into view her eyes
bright her head quick like
a barrister trying to describe
something: aside from that
bird are the waves from Lake
Michigan which bring you back
to me: a bird like a simple
word like "yes" to us from all
eternity the non-rarity of stars
and moons plucked with love and
care like every anything blossoms
in your hair.
a wide wire fence
a bluebird with a shiny
indigo neck steps nearly
neatly into view her eyes
bright her head quick like
a barrister trying to describe
something: aside from that
bird are the waves from Lake
Michigan which bring you back
to me: a bird like a simple
word like "yes" to us from all
eternity the non-rarity of stars
and moons plucked with love and
care like every anything blossoms
in your hair.
656 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2013 7:25pm
23rd Aug 2013 7:25pm
The Earth
Just how much of global
warming is our prodigious
sin no one seems to know
with any precision. Is there
good in everything, though?
Given renewable and rational
management the living resources
of the oceans are almost infinitely
sustainable as long as the elaborate
ecosystems on which the sea is an
integral part are not seriously
disturbed. How wondrous, how
beautiful, how mystical this complex
ecosystem is, as if natural selection
had fitted its participants for a...
warming is our prodigious
sin no one seems to know
with any precision. Is there
good in everything, though?
Given renewable and rational
management the living resources
of the oceans are almost infinitely
sustainable as long as the elaborate
ecosystems on which the sea is an
integral part are not seriously
disturbed. How wondrous, how
beautiful, how mystical this complex
ecosystem is, as if natural selection
had fitted its participants for a...
600 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2013 00:54am
23rd Aug 2013 00:54am
Giving
Surrendering is not
the answer. I must
have something to give
or else I am surrendering
nothing.
Learn to love by
loving. Try it.
find out.
the answer. I must
have something to give
or else I am surrendering
nothing.
Learn to love by
loving. Try it.
find out.
631 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2013 00:48am
23rd Aug 2013 00:48am
Unity
See the distinctiveness
of all things? They are
not real, this multiplicity.
Only the individual thing,
its "suchness" exists: look
at it, examine it, for it has
fundamental, source reality.
There must even be broken bones
once in a while.
of all things? They are
not real, this multiplicity.
Only the individual thing,
its "suchness" exists: look
at it, examine it, for it has
fundamental, source reality.
There must even be broken bones
once in a while.
527 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
21st Aug 2013 3:20am
21st Aug 2013 3:20am
Trifle Impressions
What I desire
to write about
you I never ever
do because you
sharpen me so
deeply like a
pencil in a sharpener
and always entirely
eternally leave an
indelible impression:
maybe some day I will
even get an idea.
to write about
you I never ever
do because you
sharpen me so
deeply like a
pencil in a sharpener
and always entirely
eternally leave an
indelible impression:
maybe some day I will
even get an idea.
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2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
21st Aug 2013 3:10am
21st Aug 2013 3:10am
Look At This
Your slight ambiguity
allows my images to
consistently be abstractions
of you on a warm warmest
summer day. Like today,
I suppose. I see you with
precipice eyes: whatever
else it may be, the seeing
is real.
allows my images to
consistently be abstractions
of you on a warm warmest
summer day. Like today,
I suppose. I see you with
precipice eyes: whatever
else it may be, the seeing
is real.
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LOVE POEM
Published
17th Aug 2013 00:25am
17th Aug 2013 00:25am
The Inside
You always look at
me so deeply, truly
deep: as deep as
deep can be. You
look inside me more
deeply than my physicality.
You go into my heart:
you have become my heart.
me so deeply, truly
deep: as deep as
deep can be. You
look inside me more
deeply than my physicality.
You go into my heart:
you have become my heart.
686 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
17th Aug 2013 00:16am
17th Aug 2013 00:16am
Thank You
1.
I want to
pack my bag.
Now I'm going
home to you.
2.
It will never
be over: for
this all I
have to do is
to thank you.
I want to
pack my bag.
Now I'm going
home to you.
2.
It will never
be over: for
this all I
have to do is
to thank you.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Aug 2013 8:20pm
11th Aug 2013 8:20pm
The Burden
She sauntered down the abject
path hauntingly slowly without
particular intent so much torment
so much hurt pain regret she
believed that everyone was answerable
for their own lives but it tortured
her that she could not save those
she loved from their own actions
she thought that if they made just
one more attempt another try it might
have been different it might have been
the one that worked she had always been
the responsible one: the carrier of burdens.
path hauntingly slowly without
particular intent so much torment
so much hurt pain regret she
believed that everyone was answerable
for their own lives but it tortured
her that she could not save those
she loved from their own actions
she thought that if they made just
one more attempt another try it might
have been different it might have been
the one that worked she had always been
the responsible one: the carrier of burdens.
539 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
8th Aug 2013 8:18pm
8th Aug 2013 8:18pm
Conviction
1.
It is ok there
was no conviction
behind "it." We
went to her apartment
knowing what we desired,
wanted. I stayed for a
day or two. One morning,
when the tide met the tide,
she was gone: her apartment,
her leaving.
2.
Bye, bye sweet pie. Good
bye you and I. It doesn't
matter if I can fly.
It is ok there
was no conviction
behind "it." We
went to her apartment
knowing what we desired,
wanted. I stayed for a
day or two. One morning,
when the tide met the tide,
she was gone: her apartment,
her leaving.
2.
Bye, bye sweet pie. Good
bye you and I. It doesn't
matter if I can fly.
528 reads
2 Comments
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