Submissions by michaelcallan
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
6th Feb 2012 12:08pm
6th Feb 2012 12:08pm
Hermit Crabs
hermit crabs borrow shells and change them as they grow
i do not boast such a carapace
but to protect my soul i often change my face
and pray the winds don't change the direction that they blow
in its ancient hiding place my soul
is safe for now
i do not boast such a carapace
but to protect my soul i often change my face
and pray the winds don't change the direction that they blow
in its ancient hiding place my soul
is safe for now
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DARK POEM
Published
30th Jan 2012 12:43pm
30th Jan 2012 12:43pm
Caverns
Within,
Are damp limestone caverns
Without light, since new strata
Cut off the day.
Water permeates where it will.
Calcium dissolved and redeposited
Forms nightmare shapes or
Visions of a darker beauty
That dwell in silence.
Yet,
The secret child within
Me cries. Walled in deep
...
Are damp limestone caverns
Without light, since new strata
Cut off the day.
Water permeates where it will.
Calcium dissolved and redeposited
Forms nightmare shapes or
Visions of a darker beauty
That dwell in silence.
Yet,
The secret child within
Me cries. Walled in deep
...
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LOVE POEM
Published
30th Jan 2012 12:34pm
30th Jan 2012 12:34pm
Love is a foriegn counry
Love is a foreign country
I think I went there once.
It could have been a holiday.
I remember mountains and sea.
The sun shone and the children
Held my hand. Someone kissed me.
We laughed. I thought the days
Were easy.
Love is a foreign country.
You were far away
In a country of your own.
Love is a foreign country.
Brooding behind the barricades
Of tears, damned within a ring
...
I think I went there once.
It could have been a holiday.
I remember mountains and sea.
The sun shone and the children
Held my hand. Someone kissed me.
We laughed. I thought the days
Were easy.
Love is a foreign country.
You were far away
In a country of your own.
Love is a foreign country.
Brooding behind the barricades
Of tears, damned within a ring
...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Jan 2012 12:09pm
27th Jan 2012 12:09pm
Haven
Haven
I would take your hands and gently kiss your
Fingers one by one. I would stroke your tired
Brow and draw you to my long embrace. I hold
You in my mind. The sun, streaming through your
Corkscrew hair, gleams red highlights for ever.
You live in sunlight where you belong,
Amid dreams and birdsong. You are safe. You are
Safe. You are cherished in your tranquil haven.
Serene and loved in your ancient world you
Are my queen and guardian of my lost soul.
We walk on seashores toward our sunset
Holding hands...
I would take your hands and gently kiss your
Fingers one by one. I would stroke your tired
Brow and draw you to my long embrace. I hold
You in my mind. The sun, streaming through your
Corkscrew hair, gleams red highlights for ever.
You live in sunlight where you belong,
Amid dreams and birdsong. You are safe. You are
Safe. You are cherished in your tranquil haven.
Serene and loved in your ancient world you
Are my queen and guardian of my lost soul.
We walk on seashores toward our sunset
Holding hands...
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ANGER POEM
Published
27th Jan 2012 11:50am
27th Jan 2012 11:50am
No Longer Young
What a shock when we find we are no longer young.
The joke is on us as we pretend in our middle
Years that we posses the wisdom of ages and
Know the way to guide the young. We little realise that
We are heading for the ignominy of doddering
Piss smelling stupidity to be patronised
By the very souls we sought to lead. Patronised with
A depth and expertise that takes our breath away. Takes
Our breath away for we are dying and know now
That death has been sitting on our shoulder since birth.
We do not fear death as we did because it will
Be a...
The joke is on us as we pretend in our middle
Years that we posses the wisdom of ages and
Know the way to guide the young. We little realise that
We are heading for the ignominy of doddering
Piss smelling stupidity to be patronised
By the very souls we sought to lead. Patronised with
A depth and expertise that takes our breath away. Takes
Our breath away for we are dying and know now
That death has been sitting on our shoulder since birth.
We do not fear death as we did because it will
Be a...
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