Submissions by nomoth
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction .
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Apr 2021 8:35pm
9th Apr 2021 8:35pm
The other kitchen drawer...
(just all my NaPo entries that I would like to re-everything again)
the alcoholic mid-morning fields
young boy dreaming
nothing will scare you,
the spoons inside, pool
to sea and sall screams back to you
the foolish floats
as a hook waiting
a throat of wren singing
and I am laying now down
for tomorrow
baby-milk sky
the nautilus dried fruit sun
seeing and sawing
I magnet the compass
until the north stops spinning ...
the alcoholic mid-morning fields
young boy dreaming
nothing will scare you,
the spoons inside, pool
to sea and sall screams back to you
the foolish floats
as a hook waiting
a throat of wren singing
and I am laying now down
for tomorrow
baby-milk sky
the nautilus dried fruit sun
seeing and sawing
I magnet the compass
until the north stops spinning ...
#NaPoWriMo2021
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Apr 2021 7:43pm
5th Apr 2021 7:43pm
all the buried men
the buildings remain
sell them up to god.
kneels - to turn the key
to the lock,
rises - to house
the birds to dust
in shadows
of the morning sun
your artist hands
bow and pick:
the safe in beds
and last pence
from my pocket,
I note
all your blue-grey skies
as each sun behind
sheds light to steal
the woodland's break.
I do not know
if these shimmers that kick off
from their leaves
step towards me
or against my life besides.
sell them up to god.
kneels - to turn the key
to the lock,
rises - to house
the birds to dust
in shadows
of the morning sun
your artist hands
bow and pick:
the safe in beds
and last pence
from my pocket,
I note
all your blue-grey skies
as each sun behind
sheds light to steal
the woodland's break.
I do not know
if these shimmers that kick off
from their leaves
step towards me
or against my life besides.
#love
#death
#nature #NaPoWriMo2021
#nature #NaPoWriMo2021
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10 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Apr 2021 12:38pm
2nd Apr 2021 12:38pm
no white ghosts
the base of your stable eyes
bedside lamp strokes
a glint in instinct
no white ghost mourning
all is dusk
in your iris blue reservoir
where game birds hide
in grey and heaving enemy
culled, harvested
under lightening shotgun flare
I want to believe
the kitchen is clean
the animals are all ok
that we could proudly
photograph the pantry
full full
we walk talk
in tall grass
isles of goose neck,
black eyes and bergamot humming
solder the day break to our...
bedside lamp strokes
a glint in instinct
no white ghost mourning
all is dusk
in your iris blue reservoir
where game birds hide
in grey and heaving enemy
culled, harvested
under lightening shotgun flare
I want to believe
the kitchen is clean
the animals are all ok
that we could proudly
photograph the pantry
full full
we walk talk
in tall grass
isles of goose neck,
black eyes and bergamot humming
solder the day break to our...
#love
#morning
#nature #NaPoWriMo2021
#nature #NaPoWriMo2021
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6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
1st Apr 2021 1:30pm
1st Apr 2021 1:30pm
in alcoholic mid-morning fields
young boy dreaming
nothing will scare you,
the spoons inside, pool
to sea and sall screams back to you
the foolish floats
as a hook waiting
a throat of wren singing
and I am laying now down
for tomorrow
baby-milk sky
the nautilus dried fruit sun
seeing and sawing
I magnet the compass
until the north stops spinning
the mothe rumbling, mumbling
stumbling upstairs
and the stars are looking
to find you (see if you)
are looking for them
nothing will scare you,
the spoons inside, pool
to sea and sall screams back to you
the foolish floats
as a hook waiting
a throat of wren singing
and I am laying now down
for tomorrow
baby-milk sky
the nautilus dried fruit sun
seeing and sawing
I magnet the compass
until the north stops spinning
the mothe rumbling, mumbling
stumbling upstairs
and the stars are looking
to find you (see if you)
are looking for them
#morning
#nature
#NaPoWriMo2021
49 reads
11 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
24th Mar 2021 5:09pm
24th Mar 2021 5:09pm
the hedgerows
keys on the floor; the rose-lists
and the buckle
I used to pull tight round you
every morning in infant's law
the cherry-wood door
where our names are scored
we were in love once
before
if I was ever that close
to work in your puzzled
and sinking eyes,
heavy in crocus-dew
lain in burlap fields
with jericho's sun rising edge
what side was there to walk
'...ever, the lawn
or tile,
I was always inside'
and the buckle
I used to pull tight round you
every morning in infant's law
the cherry-wood door
where our names are scored
we were in love once
before
if I was ever that close
to work in your puzzled
and sinking eyes,
heavy in crocus-dew
lain in burlap fields
with jericho's sun rising edge
what side was there to walk
'...ever, the lawn
or tile,
I was always inside'
#love
#countryside
#separation
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9 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
18th Mar 2021 3:38pm
18th Mar 2021 3:38pm
efteling i i
the hawkish
the man
and the man
with his second thoughts
plainly used
to reviews of himself
killing all
that needs to be killed
longs
to disappear
into the earth
even if
denying glowing
coals of breast beacon
in bright
camphorous parliament
distracts or carols
I feel I am
toppling over a great height
and there are things
that are out
of control
the man
and the man
with his second thoughts
plainly used
to reviews of himself
killing all
that needs to be killed
longs
to disappear
into the earth
even if
denying glowing
coals of breast beacon
in bright
camphorous parliament
distracts or carols
I feel I am
toppling over a great height
and there are things
that are out
of control
#animals
#nature
#SelfReflection
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5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
18th Mar 2021 3:36pm
18th Mar 2021 3:36pm
efteling
old hooves
so in
this tender opium
sickness, I rose up
and in one glorious swoop
I swept my head
into fizzy agitation
and ran for cover
to forests
that bloomed near my room.
I am a wretch
dishevelled
stormy and bristling
with chloroform creation
a time to feel
disgraced
at my education
my background
to be a worm
building castles
where no whimsical parade
of facts and reason
can stop me
so in
this tender opium
sickness, I rose up
and in one glorious swoop
I swept my head
into fizzy agitation
and ran for cover
to forests
that bloomed near my room.
I am a wretch
dishevelled
stormy and bristling
with chloroform creation
a time to feel
disgraced
at my education
my background
to be a worm
building castles
where no whimsical parade
of facts and reason
can stop me
#environment
#nature
#SelfReflection
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4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Mar 2021 2:16pm
16th Mar 2021 2:16pm
aisle of man
all talk
but you
sae nothing
yu'r all out of land,
no moisturiser
no more Kleenex
so cut the fishing line
from the swans throat
intimidation
is not prophecy
you whisper
to the daughter
'nothing is shocking'
apart from you
apart from
what you choose to ignore
but you
sae nothing
yu'r all out of land,
no moisturiser
no more Kleenex
so cut the fishing line
from the swans throat
intimidation
is not prophecy
you whisper
to the daughter
'nothing is shocking'
apart from you
apart from
what you choose to ignore
#anger
#women
#men #violence
#men #violence
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7 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
11th Mar 2021 8:48pm
11th Mar 2021 8:48pm
cortinas
..after the rats' nests when the dogs can rest,
wet below your boots worn ledgered and tight.
Sown to the ankle, ripped down to the bud.
Down to a hare's view
in their night mare.
We cleared the woods...the fields are nought but haugh
the draining ditches are clean and free
out from the noon and peacocks 'sun
(in from the lust of the moon,
a whole white calf
.. half life/death, a quarter glance of fingernail light)
in silver ponds
the frail spring sun holds pale comparison ...
wet below your boots worn ledgered and tight.
Sown to the ankle, ripped down to the bud.
Down to a hare's view
in their night mare.
We cleared the woods...the fields are nought but haugh
the draining ditches are clean and free
out from the noon and peacocks 'sun
(in from the lust of the moon,
a whole white calf
.. half life/death, a quarter glance of fingernail light)
in silver ponds
the frail spring sun holds pale comparison ...
#murder
#environment
#nature #SelfWorth
#nature #SelfWorth
77 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
6th Mar 2021 10:57pm
6th Mar 2021 10:57pm
marriages...of bramble, beetle eggs and tortoise shells
pour clary
tea
into saltpots
esther
I am in sin
all ghosts
lay in my glasses
their library breathes heavy
they refuse
to face the open window
the lie didn't work
it was a poor
and malconceived plan
I had been recognized
within a crowd
in some text
the flavor of a meal
in ways the broads
of a bramble breaks ...
tea
into saltpots
esther
I am in sin
all ghosts
lay in my glasses
their library breathes heavy
they refuse
to face the open window
the lie didn't work
it was a poor
and malconceived plan
I had been recognized
within a crowd
in some text
the flavor of a meal
in ways the broads
of a bramble breaks ...
#LifeStruggles
#countryside
#illness
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6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2021 10:47pm
2nd Mar 2021 10:47pm
onto preying verges in the wings ii
being
not one to ignore
the flaps and cracks
before a starling breaks
the greenhouse glass.
and the sparrowhawk
by one feather more,
threw, see thee,
against the web
and grimy pain
a solitary kit, weightless
from his murmuration.
The hull I asked? she never returned
to devour and finish the task.
So unalone, unmade with
prayers in bits of morsels to say,
of the spade and grave,
the gaffer and lathe.
The perspex is in
for the marking hole ...
not one to ignore
the flaps and cracks
before a starling breaks
the greenhouse glass.
and the sparrowhawk
by one feather more,
threw, see thee,
against the web
and grimy pain
a solitary kit, weightless
from his murmuration.
The hull I asked? she never returned
to devour and finish the task.
So unalone, unmade with
prayers in bits of morsels to say,
of the spade and grave,
the gaffer and lathe.
The perspex is in
for the marking hole ...
#heartbroken
#death
#birds #support
#birds #support
97 reads
6 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
26th Feb 2021 10:46pm
26th Feb 2021 10:46pm
from a tin can
from a tin-can
Soon
wine, just o'er
...infusing spirit
into dead matter.
Skylight please wretch
out the chaos and body,
the village and mind
and pin down one good, real and true thought.
Yes breathe.
echoed in the chest
and breast and best.
Say it.
Soon
wine, just o'er
...infusing spirit
into dead matter.
Skylight please wretch
out the chaos and body,
the village and mind
and pin down one good, real and true thought.
Yes breathe.
echoed in the chest
and breast and best.
Say it.
#anxiety
#alcohol
#MentalHealth #escape
#MentalHealth #escape
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