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:
The Walk
You don't know
what it's like
to listen to
your constant fright,
to wonder why there
are so many tears
throughout all these
continual years.
If you are lonely
you can walk with me:
baby, you can walk with me.
what it's like
to listen to
your constant fright,
to wonder why there
are so many tears
throughout all these
continual years.
If you are lonely
you can walk with me:
baby, you can walk with me.
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Shingles
The time is now.
The place is a little
restaurant, just north
of Chicago.
Even though one in
three people will
get shingles in
their life-time.
No closing costs.
A free I POD, perhaps
I'll even get promoted.
Even though one in
three people will
get shingles in
their life-time.
The place is a little
restaurant, just north
of Chicago.
Even though one in
three people will
get shingles in
their life-time.
No closing costs.
A free I POD, perhaps
I'll even get promoted.
Even though one in
three people will
get shingles in
their life-time.
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Message
Is this necessary?
Do you know the secret word?
The correct password?
I'll arrange your
life for free:
all you have to
do is ring up me.
Do you know the secret word?
The correct password?
I'll arrange your
life for free:
all you have to
do is ring up me.
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In the Telling
I tell you
I love you
I tell you
no lies.
I was sad,
lonely: you
came by with
your smiling
eyes.
If you leave
I will weep
cry until I die.
I tell you
I love you
I tell you
no lies.
I love you
I tell you
no lies.
I was sad,
lonely: you
came by with
your smiling
eyes.
If you leave
I will weep
cry until I die.
I tell you
I love you
I tell you
no lies.
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Let Me In
It's the daytime
crawler, moving closer
to you who only reads
the book of the past.
Although she tries to
smile, he will never
be back: she is too
proud to say he is
gone, even locks the
door when there is
somebody around. If
you are going to live
you must give, so let
the daytime crawler in
through your locked
door: show me the date,
I'll even come in late.
crawler, moving closer
to you who only reads
the book of the past.
Although she tries to
smile, he will never
be back: she is too
proud to say he is
gone, even locks the
door when there is
somebody around. If
you are going to live
you must give, so let
the daytime crawler in
through your locked
door: show me the date,
I'll even come in late.
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Burning Inside
What you are
is what I
found. I know
I cannot give
you all you
need. I can
try. I can
try. It is
true that I
am burning inside
for all the
events I'll never
find. You are
kind. That I
found when I
said I really
love you: that
I found.
is what I
found. I know
I cannot give
you all you
need. I can
try. I can
try. It is
true that I
am burning inside
for all the
events I'll never
find. You are
kind. That I
found when I
said I really
love you: that
I found.
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The Dream
See the dark
and
silence all around.
The
sound is quiet
as
I look for
sunshine,
as the people
all
go away. Wherever
you
may be let
your
love shine through
the
window of my
heart:
because I'm living,
looking
for a dream.
and
silence all around.
The
sound is quiet
as
I look for
sunshine,
as the people
all
go away. Wherever
you
may be let
your
love shine through
the
window of my
heart:
because I'm living,
looking
for a dream.
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Time Immorial
No matter where
you are I
will always be
in love with
you.
No matter what
you do I
will always be
with you.
No matter where
you go I
will always care
for you.
I just
I just:
want you.
you are I
will always be
in love with
you.
No matter what
you do I
will always be
with you.
No matter where
you go I
will always care
for you.
I just
I just:
want you.
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Your Eyes
Every time I
look
at you I
realize
that there is
love
in your eyes.
I
can't describe the
harmony
of you: loving
you
after so many
different
tries. The love
I
have inside, the
love
I used to
hide.
It's amazing to
believe
in the love
that's
in your eyes.
look
at you I
realize
that there is
love
in your eyes.
I
can't describe the
harmony
of you: loving
you
after so many
different
tries. The love
I
have inside, the
love
I used to
hide.
It's amazing to
believe
in the love
that's
in your eyes.
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Sunshine
I left the place
where sunshine
always glows. The
shadow of the sky
gave no reason to
not go.
Is my life
too short if
I glimpse the
setting sun?
I wandered from
the glowing fields,
looking for a
rainbow I'll never
know.
Will life with
all its colors
ever be mine:
like this rainbow
I see in time?
where sunshine
always glows. The
shadow of the sky
gave no reason to
not go.
Is my life
too short if
I glimpse the
setting sun?
I wandered from
the glowing fields,
looking for a
rainbow I'll never
know.
Will life with
all its colors
ever be mine:
like this rainbow
I see in time?
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The Fight
1.
Trying to frighten
you
trying to fight with
you:
but don't be
scared
it's just me
testing
you, to show how
much
I love you.
2.
Don't you worry
they
look like weeds
but
they are really
flowers.
3.
And we will just go
on.
Trying to frighten
you
trying to fight with
you:
but don't be
scared
it's just me
testing
you, to show how
much
I love you.
2.
Don't you worry
they
look like weeds
but
they are really
flowers.
3.
And we will just go
on.
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The Protest
Michigan Avenue in
Chicago is a vast,
expanding, almost
walk toward heaven.
It and its cliques
are eternally external,
like the constructor of
cities, held by a breakable
cushion.
What we wanted was
the end of a war,
civil rights, parental
understanding. What we
got were drugs, "dropping
out," hell incarnate. Worse
than before. Some bastards
even became managers of IBM:
all the heat/cold displayed
there. Everything else disappeared.
Chicago is a vast,
expanding, almost
walk toward heaven.
It and its cliques
are eternally external,
like the constructor of
cities, held by a breakable
cushion.
What we wanted was
the end of a war,
civil rights, parental
understanding. What we
got were drugs, "dropping
out," hell incarnate. Worse
than before. Some bastards
even became managers of IBM:
all the heat/cold displayed
there. Everything else disappeared.
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