Submissions by mysticstones
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Oct 2021 2:39pm
6th Oct 2021 2:39pm
some people, the counting of nuts and bolts
hmm, the packaging.
for...
the batteries and the screws.
... and much more.
you ass wiped baby...you marketing tool.
i only wanted to finish my project,
for little johnny's toy
and sally's building joy.
but you wanted your money,
you greedy irreprehensible fool.
i counted out the numbers
and the nuts don't match the screws...
and behind the plastic and the labels
a battery sized emptiness, i do conclude.
and so it is clear...
you intentional,
out right- planned ...
for...
the batteries and the screws.
... and much more.
you ass wiped baby...you marketing tool.
i only wanted to finish my project,
for little johnny's toy
and sally's building joy.
but you wanted your money,
you greedy irreprehensible fool.
i counted out the numbers
and the nuts don't match the screws...
and behind the plastic and the labels
a battery sized emptiness, i do conclude.
and so it is clear...
you intentional,
out right- planned ...
#anger
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Oct 2021 2:04pm
5th Oct 2021 2:04pm
moreover...
yes,
words,
as to a symphony
the fullness of the page,
line after line
the stroke of a sage,
enrichment, the sublime.
as if the quill sat first chair,
so we,
to a poet's dare.
words,
as to a symphony
the fullness of the page,
line after line
the stroke of a sage,
enrichment, the sublime.
as if the quill sat first chair,
so we,
to a poet's dare.
#WritingPoetry
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SELF POEM
Published
5th Oct 2021 1:54pm
5th Oct 2021 1:54pm
oh wait...
its,
two in the morning
and now three.
flowing, inane thoughts
weighted they are not.
warping, twisting,
but won't stop.
the water, kettling
just as it starts to boil,
bet you hear,
if you listen too, my dear.
the leaves bleeding
with the avarice of steam.
as the amber,
creeps to the rim
a venturing
short of the brim
now,
the depth is my bowl.
my palms,
their willingness to hold.
filtering a need to express,
thoughts within my mind,
a needing to caress.
would you pull...
two in the morning
and now three.
flowing, inane thoughts
weighted they are not.
warping, twisting,
but won't stop.
the water, kettling
just as it starts to boil,
bet you hear,
if you listen too, my dear.
the leaves bleeding
with the avarice of steam.
as the amber,
creeps to the rim
a venturing
short of the brim
now,
the depth is my bowl.
my palms,
their willingness to hold.
filtering a need to express,
thoughts within my mind,
a needing to caress.
would you pull...
#learning
#escape
#meditation
383 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Oct 2021 12:43pm
3rd Oct 2021 12:43pm
the poetic thief
it is your mind,
that i so want to steal and love
physically,
we might just fit like a glove
meshing in all the right places
but,
your words
here my mind races.
that i so want to steal and love
physically,
we might just fit like a glove
meshing in all the right places
but,
your words
here my mind races.
#inspirational
477 reads
9 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
2nd Oct 2021 4:43pm
2nd Oct 2021 4:43pm
thoughts, neatly pressed...
wellingtons and kilt of tweed
to avert,
the sedimentation of flowering weeds.
the rock and the lea
as the pheasant on the path flees.
upon my head rest,
at its best...
a Balmoral's bonnet,
faithfully,
rehearsing as a curse,
the rhyming couplet
from an Elizabethan sonnet...
indeed, at its worst.
traveling the winding twist
in yonder sight
my eyes grasp,
for inside lurking,
the teak and mahogany walls
trophies do adorn
lion's jaws
and the pairing of prong horn. ...
to avert,
the sedimentation of flowering weeds.
the rock and the lea
as the pheasant on the path flees.
upon my head rest,
at its best...
a Balmoral's bonnet,
faithfully,
rehearsing as a curse,
the rhyming couplet
from an Elizabethan sonnet...
indeed, at its worst.
traveling the winding twist
in yonder sight
my eyes grasp,
for inside lurking,
the teak and mahogany walls
trophies do adorn
lion's jaws
and the pairing of prong horn. ...
#dreams
#UnrequitedLove
#philosophical
305 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Oct 2021 2:15pm
2nd Oct 2021 2:15pm
against the wind
along its rails...
as the sheet
pulled. tight and in.
the bow just off point
into the wind...
our direction we anoint.
to dance the waves.
foaming and yauld
lifted we
on this, close hauled.
sturdy and steady,
at the whims of our keel,
will destiny seal...
for how does a fairie tale end?
as the sheet
pulled. tight and in.
the bow just off point
into the wind...
our direction we anoint.
to dance the waves.
foaming and yauld
lifted we
on this, close hauled.
sturdy and steady,
at the whims of our keel,
will destiny seal...
for how does a fairie tale end?
#dreams
#wind
#magic
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Oct 2021 7:59am
1st Oct 2021 7:59am
some pondering
page upon page
written in metered time
from a single tear drop
upon a grave shall find.
so falls,
the admiration of the southern draw...
countless hours to my ear,
heavenly.
yes, my dear,
indeed, i am enthralled.
the angelic voice,
her voice
on femininity
of the social graces,
commonality
bound traditions...
have woven and laced
in the hollows of a mossy tomb,
ties are placed.
the hallows of the killdeer's song as it scatters the fields,
turning of the soil, ...
written in metered time
from a single tear drop
upon a grave shall find.
so falls,
the admiration of the southern draw...
countless hours to my ear,
heavenly.
yes, my dear,
indeed, i am enthralled.
the angelic voice,
her voice
on femininity
of the social graces,
commonality
bound traditions...
have woven and laced
in the hollows of a mossy tomb,
ties are placed.
the hallows of the killdeer's song as it scatters the fields,
turning of the soil, ...
#inspirational
#respect
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10 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
30th Sep 2021 12:02pm
30th Sep 2021 12:02pm
untitled #2
i do pursue cluelessly of its treat
so foolishly missing, all worldliness
unto a path, carving journeys to seek
blindless weeping into a humbleness.
crickets moaning within the gates of night
her moon illuminating the rivers with twist
mountain passes gazing down from their height
heavy is the air holding tight the wrist.
song bird, a chase for the worm it begins
inherently, bees caress roses so sweet
morning unfolds with the forgiving winds
the promise due south is the road we'd meet.
dreams i have...
so foolishly missing, all worldliness
unto a path, carving journeys to seek
blindless weeping into a humbleness.
crickets moaning within the gates of night
her moon illuminating the rivers with twist
mountain passes gazing down from their height
heavy is the air holding tight the wrist.
song bird, a chase for the worm it begins
inherently, bees caress roses so sweet
morning unfolds with the forgiving winds
the promise due south is the road we'd meet.
dreams i have...
#confessional
#philosophical
220 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Sep 2021 12:42pm
28th Sep 2021 12:42pm
migrating, true to form
i felt like the guardian of the sweet
but the cool mornings
i hear less of the peeps.
my hunters of red
religiously i fed
watching the dance
you, two and possibly three
jetting in but leaving for that distant tree.
the peeps are fading
from my window i was graced
until next year, i will save your place...
but the cool mornings
i hear less of the peeps.
my hunters of red
religiously i fed
watching the dance
you, two and possibly three
jetting in but leaving for that distant tree.
the peeps are fading
from my window i was graced
until next year, i will save your place...
#nature
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4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2021 2:43pm
22nd Sep 2021 2:43pm
ode to coffee and morning thoughts
coffee...does the trick.
i think i bastardize the wholeness and its pure
by placing the sugar and the milk.
what would you think?
i know at this moment...
i wonder if the shower water drips.
rolling off your curves...
wink wink wink.
your fairness
has griped my mind,
how weak i am i think.
i think of you here
i think of you there
oh...my heart whispers
as it wishes for a soothsayer
to unravel these many layers.
a dreamer says you
and to what do you dream
your mind what does it benignly scheme ...
i think i bastardize the wholeness and its pure
by placing the sugar and the milk.
what would you think?
i know at this moment...
i wonder if the shower water drips.
rolling off your curves...
wink wink wink.
your fairness
has griped my mind,
how weak i am i think.
i think of you here
i think of you there
oh...my heart whispers
as it wishes for a soothsayer
to unravel these many layers.
a dreamer says you
and to what do you dream
your mind what does it benignly scheme ...
#fate
#confessional
#admiration
378 reads
14 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2021 12:50pm
22nd Sep 2021 12:50pm
morning, again
the day
as one can be prepared
the east and the sun
as it comes.
clouds within the air
a settling as the dew parers
a slice,
the morning to the day's fare.
accepting as it brings,
manage that smile,
walk brisk on that morning mile.
shoes tied neatly in a bow.
the shops and the houses all in rows.
the pickets of the fences
in their whiteness reflecting shade
the woodworking neat and made.
steps one by one
shuffling to the song bird's tune.
the whistle of the wind
on this day limbs...
as one can be prepared
the east and the sun
as it comes.
clouds within the air
a settling as the dew parers
a slice,
the morning to the day's fare.
accepting as it brings,
manage that smile,
walk brisk on that morning mile.
shoes tied neatly in a bow.
the shops and the houses all in rows.
the pickets of the fences
in their whiteness reflecting shade
the woodworking neat and made.
steps one by one
shuffling to the song bird's tune.
the whistle of the wind
on this day limbs...
#nature
#philosophical
350 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
19th Sep 2021 10:49pm
19th Sep 2021 10:49pm
just...
maybe we can create a maze of closed doors
.....old with chipped paint, stained glass
...... so that when the light is right, it will refract deep within our souls
....and all truths will emerge, at last.
.....old with chipped paint, stained glass
...... so that when the light is right, it will refract deep within our souls
....and all truths will emerge, at last.
#SelfReflection
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