Submissions by nomoth
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction .
The plum pit in decantered wine
The soot on the mantle,
all along your heavy gothic lies,
you mixed thick and decantered, in
glass of Maias' lovely black eyes.
We made the arrangements,
and set them brotherly between the King
and a spaniel's smile. under curtain lace
and the last of Victoria's light she brings.
They paid the mill-wright lawfully, careful
to lay black feather of pig iron and lead.
A sunken blackbird, dead in cursing, wrought
and melting ore,
where flees the black angel from...
all along your heavy gothic lies,
you mixed thick and decantered, in
glass of Maias' lovely black eyes.
We made the arrangements,
and set them brotherly between the King
and a spaniel's smile. under curtain lace
and the last of Victoria's light she brings.
They paid the mill-wright lawfully, careful
to lay black feather of pig iron and lead.
A sunken blackbird, dead in cursing, wrought
and melting ore,
where flees the black angel from...
#family
#death
#memories #EdnaStVincentMillay
#memories #EdnaStVincentMillay
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...but this is more
Entry for Poem —> Song competition
v1
Red raw we are born,
into bright lights we are blown.
Of all the things I have seen
you are the brightest I have known
And in the heavy rain
I will come back to you again
Dreams of yesterday
will burn tomorrow
C.
Secure in all that is pure on your wings.
This freedom breaks me ‘fore I even sing, that
there is nothing
but this is more
v2
Stopped and to breathe,
these fleeting memories. ...
v1
Red raw we are born,
into bright lights we are blown.
Of all the things I have seen
you are the brightest I have known
And in the heavy rain
I will come back to you again
Dreams of yesterday
will burn tomorrow
C.
Secure in all that is pure on your wings.
This freedom breaks me ‘fore I even sing, that
there is nothing
but this is more
v2
Stopped and to breathe,
these fleeting memories. ...
#love
#nature
#music #lyrics
#music #lyrics
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12 Comments
blood bank
boxes
#peace
#scifi
#fear
60 reads
4 Comments
We are twenty becoming twenty-one
VIZ for #NewYear comp.
#hope
#Buddhist
#angels
#separation
#NewYear
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A millimetre hung under the mezzanine
Just as a pin on the map.
I pick you up,
unkissed; shy sunrising rock.
I pick you up.
The break-in on the abandoned school;
the drunken invasion of an archeological site
I picked you up.
Aegean, pleiadian care-worker;
indelible.
I pick you up,
unkissed; shy sunrising rock.
I pick you up.
The break-in on the abandoned school;
the drunken invasion of an archeological site
I picked you up.
Aegean, pleiadian care-worker;
indelible.
#love
#beach
#UnrequitedLove #travel
#UnrequitedLove #travel
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Don’t say it, do not haunt me
Follow a pence, a pole or garden path,
a shimmering lane soaked in a moonlit bath.
You own the starry stream, the current and the staff
They steady my waltz and the thrum of my laugh
But I am no mirror afore you
so do not haunt me please just send this note
with ash or fuse drawn from the churches pew
to be sewn within the linings of my sister’s coat
Drag me under, someone,
below nude celluloid, in all blemish,
before some fresh thought becomes meaningful once more.
It was all laden, ‘fore you spoke,...
a shimmering lane soaked in a moonlit bath.
You own the starry stream, the current and the staff
They steady my waltz and the thrum of my laugh
But I am no mirror afore you
so do not haunt me please just send this note
with ash or fuse drawn from the churches pew
to be sewn within the linings of my sister’s coat
Drag me under, someone,
below nude celluloid, in all blemish,
before some fresh thought becomes meaningful once more.
It was all laden, ‘fore you spoke,...
#meditation
#LordByron
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A ship rope knotted with cotton thread
I am maroon-cropped, sunken
and shipped out – The harbor wall,
I let my guard down with both dead legs
hanging. The numb floozy...a heretical
constant angel. Clung-to and taught with a line,
wearing to the shore all the wingless nike
and heavy shells of the love...the love that will have to be left behind.
These wet shoes hanging, dripping,
drying against the radiator.
The thymine aroma of black market rubber
and slave-labor lace...
there, where your deep eye shadow
with all...
and shipped out – The harbor wall,
I let my guard down with both dead legs
hanging. The numb floozy...a heretical
constant angel. Clung-to and taught with a line,
wearing to the shore all the wingless nike
and heavy shells of the love...the love that will have to be left behind.
These wet shoes hanging, dripping,
drying against the radiator.
The thymine aroma of black market rubber
and slave-labor lace...
there, where your deep eye shadow
with all...
#sea
#peace
#SelfReflection
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Méséglise-la-Vineuse – giving up the ghost
I whisper'd up to drown it out,
the lisping cuss of a dragonfly
and his ornery bluff.
Last seen, the Machiavelli
was gathering before the hawthorn,
reaching through for their hips
and haws of Maastricht wine.
And with a sketch and a thought
as scrawny red as the dawn
I lipped, divined and withdrew from these bloodied wrists
my understudy, my young reserve
who was once so clear
in intention
and consequences ...
the lisping cuss of a dragonfly
and his ornery bluff.
Last seen, the Machiavelli
was gathering before the hawthorn,
reaching through for their hips
and haws of Maastricht wine.
And with a sketch and a thought
as scrawny red as the dawn
I lipped, divined and withdrew from these bloodied wrists
my understudy, my young reserve
who was once so clear
in intention
and consequences ...
#childhood
#ghosts
#confessional
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O know where I are
visual for O know
#confessional
106 reads
11 Comments
Ivanhoe
visual for ivanhoe
#grief
#graveyard
#denial #StreamOfConsciousness
#denial #StreamOfConsciousness
107 reads
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whistlejacket
viz for Eerie's Painting Words comp.
#childhood
#dreams
#admiration
126 reads
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The view of a deserted island
I awoke with a start—
a dozen or so people were peering down
at me in a very curious way.
The last thing I recalled
was talking into my dictaphone,
repeating my conversation with a shopkeeper.
As I lie there, slowly looking up
at an old man, I tried to ask
what happened ; but only a weeping,
stumbling cry escaped his mouth.
I wanted to recall the last words
I had spoken into the dicataphone;
but, all I remembered were words
spoken by the shopkeeper:
"...unadulterated by anything but silence and its directions"....
a dozen or so people were peering down
at me in a very curious way.
The last thing I recalled
was talking into my dictaphone,
repeating my conversation with a shopkeeper.
As I lie there, slowly looking up
at an old man, I tried to ask
what happened ; but only a weeping,
stumbling cry escaped his mouth.
I wanted to recall the last words
I had spoken into the dicataphone;
but, all I remembered were words
spoken by the shopkeeper:
"...unadulterated by anything but silence and its directions"....
#strength
#violence
#war #AiOgwaga
#war #AiOgwaga
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