Submissions by mikemason (White Tiger)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
~ I'm an artist, writer, poet, photographer and crazy creative creature ~
Angel in a Jar
My eyes spied an angel
chasing rainbows...
She didn't know
how I loved her
til the moment
of her capture
when I told her
how I'd keep her
safely stuffed inside a jar
with several breathing holes
I had carefully poked out
Working hard to earn my trust
she promised not to bite
so I placed her in a
cage way up high
to catch the sunlight
clipped her wings
and made her sing
now everything
is seeming right
One day I pray
she falls in love
with...
chasing rainbows...
She didn't know
how I loved her
til the moment
of her capture
when I told her
how I'd keep her
safely stuffed inside a jar
with several breathing holes
I had carefully poked out
Working hard to earn my trust
she promised not to bite
so I placed her in a
cage way up high
to catch the sunlight
clipped her wings
and made her sing
now everything
is seeming right
One day I pray
she falls in love
with...
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Black
Bats are blindly flapping wings
with wild, fluttering spasms,
stark clouds shutter glowing Moon
in chasms veiled by darkness.
Shroud drowns out backdrop
of light's starry beam
as ice sheen shimmers with
suffusing lunar shine,
illuminates whitetail
deer's glassy
mirrored eyes.
Night slides in a dream,
head swims within void.
Ignites fire visions,
that taunt and toy
with thoughts.
Subconscious playing
out wants and desires.
Enjoying bright ideas,
reacting to our fears
within...
with wild, fluttering spasms,
stark clouds shutter glowing Moon
in chasms veiled by darkness.
Shroud drowns out backdrop
of light's starry beam
as ice sheen shimmers with
suffusing lunar shine,
illuminates whitetail
deer's glassy
mirrored eyes.
Night slides in a dream,
head swims within void.
Ignites fire visions,
that taunt and toy
with thoughts.
Subconscious playing
out wants and desires.
Enjoying bright ideas,
reacting to our fears
within...
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Mother's curse
Since young I had been unlike most
Did not become; the valiant host
Could not become; as others hoped
Grew afraid I'd not learn to cope.
Lack of skills wracked me with doubt
With fears; my mind wrought throughout
With regret; I'm fully worn
Doubt I'd live since soul was torn.
Thoughts of darkness clouded mind
Fell in gloom as one who's blind
Found a piece of childhood past
Clues of curse my mother cast.
Image danced within my head
Felt entranced; I sought my bed
Closed eyes to veil from obscene ...
Did not become; the valiant host
Could not become; as others hoped
Grew afraid I'd not learn to cope.
Lack of skills wracked me with doubt
With fears; my mind wrought throughout
With regret; I'm fully worn
Doubt I'd live since soul was torn.
Thoughts of darkness clouded mind
Fell in gloom as one who's blind
Found a piece of childhood past
Clues of curse my mother cast.
Image danced within my head
Felt entranced; I sought my bed
Closed eyes to veil from obscene ...
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Living for moments in between
The moment I knew
I had found the one for me
was when we met inside that
small coffee nook on 22nd street.
You were the first to make a move
as you removed my dark sunglasses.
I hovered low in shadows and could
sense the warmth of your intentions.
When you offered me a vanilla latté
I fell inside your trance.
I adored watching you speak
and swear I could see your words
dribbled on the air
clear to me as any billboard.
You adjusted my eyes with
a brand new pair of glasses.
Now I can see all of you...
I had found the one for me
was when we met inside that
small coffee nook on 22nd street.
You were the first to make a move
as you removed my dark sunglasses.
I hovered low in shadows and could
sense the warmth of your intentions.
When you offered me a vanilla latté
I fell inside your trance.
I adored watching you speak
and swear I could see your words
dribbled on the air
clear to me as any billboard.
You adjusted my eyes with
a brand new pair of glasses.
Now I can see all of you...
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Red stains
Trickling vermilion streaks
bleed on virgin snow
Red Cardinal flits branches
seeking crimson Dogwood fruit
hunter tracks dying buck
birds whistle red-flag warning
sun dips in darkness veil
ice reflecting moon's glow
deer's stilted legs falter
falling in bloodshot tears
forest frozen silent...
clacking of blade on bone
flushes nesting Cardinal
hunter's carving antler trophy
he ends by wiping
death soaked hands
leaving forest stained Red
bleed on virgin snow
Red Cardinal flits branches
seeking crimson Dogwood fruit
hunter tracks dying buck
birds whistle red-flag warning
sun dips in darkness veil
ice reflecting moon's glow
deer's stilted legs falter
falling in bloodshot tears
forest frozen silent...
clacking of blade on bone
flushes nesting Cardinal
hunter's carving antler trophy
he ends by wiping
death soaked hands
leaving forest stained Red
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bathed in awareness...
She bathes in waves of
morning sunshowers
tiny specks
glistening dust
floating down
upon shoulder's silken skin
wind blows through open doors
window glints reflections accentuating beauty
as orange warmth embraces her naked form
Scents flitting, delicate
infusing stirred senses with
essences of soap and lavender
water basin overflowing with
brewed lathers steeped in steam
before they vanish in the mist
...
morning sunshowers
tiny specks
glistening dust
floating down
upon shoulder's silken skin
wind blows through open doors
window glints reflections accentuating beauty
as orange warmth embraces her naked form
Scents flitting, delicate
infusing stirred senses with
essences of soap and lavender
water basin overflowing with
brewed lathers steeped in steam
before they vanish in the mist
...
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Belladonna words
She nips me with her
Belladonna words
she savors feigning
some wicked proclivities
hoping to elicit strange emotions
and a darkness she finds attractive
and suspects is
hidden deep within me
Suffused with my
glowing antics, she
eventually succumbs to
my simple, sentimental tricks
I warm her up a sweet cup of
chamomile tea, pouring out
her yearnings and desires.
When she's...
Belladonna words
she savors feigning
some wicked proclivities
hoping to elicit strange emotions
and a darkness she finds attractive
and suspects is
hidden deep within me
Suffused with my
glowing antics, she
eventually succumbs to
my simple, sentimental tricks
I warm her up a sweet cup of
chamomile tea, pouring out
her yearnings and desires.
When she's...
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urban renewal (Spring)
Urban vistas burst with children
gathered round a geyser gushing,
warming sun guides city sidewalks
subway speeding, rat-race rushing.
Sprawling fields, virescent parks
blossom fervent, fresh intention,
sunning hues suffusing warmth
laurels yearning sipped attention.
Swirling scents of baked desserts
float on coughing traffic fumes,
sweeping streets greeting swarm
thoughts percolate as lily blooms.
Rushing streams flood city blocks
smoggy dreams polluting space,
pining eyes watch countdown clocks ...
gathered round a geyser gushing,
warming sun guides city sidewalks
subway speeding, rat-race rushing.
Sprawling fields, virescent parks
blossom fervent, fresh intention,
sunning hues suffusing warmth
laurels yearning sipped attention.
Swirling scents of baked desserts
float on coughing traffic fumes,
sweeping streets greeting swarm
thoughts percolate as lily blooms.
Rushing streams flood city blocks
smoggy dreams polluting space,
pining eyes watch countdown clocks ...
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Forest Fathers (Spring bounty)
Woodland sunlight shrouding fields,
Season's bounty soon revealed!
Forest father greeting morning
his branches clasping canopy,
Earthen mother wakes warm with moss
wrapped inside her sanctuary.
Sovereign raptors keeping guard
soar above the cliffs and streams,
below the yawning creatures sleep
safely tucked in wind-song dreams.
Chirping crickets spill on hillsides
thickets filled with wildflowers,
burrowing hares seek furrowed knolls
haven from soaking showers.
Grasping grasses bend in breeze ...
Season's bounty soon revealed!
Forest father greeting morning
his branches clasping canopy,
Earthen mother wakes warm with moss
wrapped inside her sanctuary.
Sovereign raptors keeping guard
soar above the cliffs and streams,
below the yawning creatures sleep
safely tucked in wind-song dreams.
Chirping crickets spill on hillsides
thickets filled with wildflowers,
burrowing hares seek furrowed knolls
haven from soaking showers.
Grasping grasses bend in breeze ...
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wither with me
(now
wither
with me, as a
crimson color will
fade from a falling leaf )
sing eulogy, willow weeps to moon
swirl me as floating feathers in whirlwind
surge through me as a coursing rapid
soak my desperate yearnings
spill into my thought pools
suffuse, infuse my soul
(grow on me as
green moss
upon a
tree)
.
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Forced to Kneel (Part 2 - Killer Memories)
My step-dad's pissed, always is
with his alcoholically-defective mentality,
plus his erratic moods are always
twitching up and down.
I stay silent, walk in shadows with
quick and quiet feet hoping he won't see me
in the corners of the room.
He's a psycho, so deranged
and lately he's been getting worse.
His warped mind creating brand new ways
to torment and abuse.
Assaulting with his caustic threats of shooting me
promising to take me for a drive and then
he'll fly...
with his alcoholically-defective mentality,
plus his erratic moods are always
twitching up and down.
I stay silent, walk in shadows with
quick and quiet feet hoping he won't see me
in the corners of the room.
He's a psycho, so deranged
and lately he's been getting worse.
His warped mind creating brand new ways
to torment and abuse.
Assaulting with his caustic threats of shooting me
promising to take me for a drive and then
he'll fly...
595 reads
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celluloid souls
faded photos
tattered, faded
inlaid with dust, dirt
a blurred, discolored record.
ghosts within
whisper thoughts
of stories sketched in tintype
painting portraits of erstwhile time.
grim and stirring images
capture stark scenes of babes
adorned with dress in open casket
exposing dark and mournful struggles.
tattered, faded
inlaid with dust, dirt
a blurred, discolored record.
ghosts within
whisper thoughts
of stories sketched in tintype
painting portraits of erstwhile time.
grim and stirring images
capture stark scenes of babes
adorned with dress in open casket
exposing dark and mournful struggles.
465 reads
1 Comment
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