Submissions by nomoth
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction .
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Mar 2020 1:53pm
21st Mar 2020 1:53pm
the elevator was alight again...[that familiar twinge, I have to leave]
another visual poem.
#anxiety
#LifeStruggles
#LifeCycle
78 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Mar 2020 2:44pm
19th Mar 2020 2:44pm
notes: landscape engines. 1817-1819 Woodhouse
visual poem
#flowers
#environment
#nature
71 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
15th Mar 2020 2:36pm
15th Mar 2020 2:36pm
...a solid configuration formed by chance events.
visual
#friendship
#LifeStruggles
#LifeCycle #metaphor
#LifeCycle #metaphor
88 reads
10 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
9th Mar 2020 10:33am
9th Mar 2020 10:33am
into plumes of pullovers chin high
visual poem.
#death
#birds
#LifeCycle
78 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Mar 2020 1:19pm
7th Mar 2020 1:19pm
nicosia
nicosia
#home
#city
#travel
99 reads
4 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
6th Mar 2020 12:43pm
6th Mar 2020 12:43pm
horse is broken
horse is broken
#horses
#animals
#freedom
124 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Jan 2020 8:37pm
20th Jan 2020 8:37pm
in the sheep skin, in the milk and in the theft.
my ankle was a thing in their eye, that turned
so I made the bed, wrote the note,
scripted the edges thirst
onto sheets of flower-parlour'd mayonnaise, up unto it's collar, the lips of it.
like I knew that my family had landscaped a magnificent garden
and unabashedly presented in vases their soiled underwear;
from their polarity buds...
so I made the bed, wrote the note,
scripted the edges thirst
onto sheets of flower-parlour'd mayonnaise, up unto it's collar, the lips of it.
like I knew that my family had landscaped a magnificent garden
and unabashedly presented in vases their soiled underwear;
from their polarity buds...
#anxiety
#family
#confusion #StreamOfConsciousness
#confusion #StreamOfConsciousness
168 reads
9 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Sep 2019 11:45am
24th Sep 2019 11:45am
upon telephones and repeating blanket wallpaper patterns of an iris blooming
it's as if this miniature of experience
should have been written upon the backs of cows
in the muddy fields.
and as men we talk amidst ourselves
laying steps
the steps;
we lay each step that we walk upon,
upon glockenspiel rocks like we know
how we should cope...and play in orchestra
of how we could cope
with mechanic and soldered arms,
with the machinery and the tools and their use.
we look so...
should have been written upon the backs of cows
in the muddy fields.
and as men we talk amidst ourselves
laying steps
the steps;
we lay each step that we walk upon,
upon glockenspiel rocks like we know
how we should cope...and play in orchestra
of how we could cope
with mechanic and soldered arms,
with the machinery and the tools and their use.
we look so...
#BestFriend
#marriage
#breakup
#storm
#separation
217 reads
16 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Sep 2019 9:38pm
14th Sep 2019 9:38pm
notes from deputy to head gardener; landscape engines: 1817-1819 Woodhouse
Notes from deputy to head gardener; landscape engines: 1817-1819 Woodhouse
-in the stables. Jacob ran through lists
that the garden would take care of such; the kestrel’s
stall, kills of clawed thigs; the foxes hungered
and the hunt and their piano teeth bared and ...and...
what bears had escaped, what the hunt
had produced, what they felt in their afterward, what songs they displayed
-...
-in the stables. Jacob ran through lists
that the garden would take care of such; the kestrel’s
stall, kills of clawed thigs; the foxes hungered
and the hunt and their piano teeth bared and ...and...
what bears had escaped, what the hunt
had produced, what they felt in their afterward, what songs they displayed
-...
#flowers
#nature
236 reads
11 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
7th Sep 2019 7:16pm
7th Sep 2019 7:16pm
the capes, the drawls, the runs through the door.
(for The Love Song of T. Stearns Eliot competition)
smell the lamb before it breaks,
before it is sold by the butcher,
before he pins up his notaries
of meat available.
his slimy hands back-slapping slap of chop sliding
and the baying tongue will
lick his grime back into the fleece; its ashtray
of ( forgotten things)
- the bottom of a lane mist.
- beneath the cushions of a velvet armchair.
- the impetuous run...
smell the lamb before it breaks,
before it is sold by the butcher,
before he pins up his notaries
of meat available.
his slimy hands back-slapping slap of chop sliding
and the baying tongue will
lick his grime back into the fleece; its ashtray
of ( forgotten things)
- the bottom of a lane mist.
- beneath the cushions of a velvet armchair.
- the impetuous run...
#LifeStruggles
#memories
#nostalgia
#StreamOfConsciousness
#TSEliot
183 reads
11 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
26th Jul 2019 8:58am
26th Jul 2019 8:58am
this only death dawn chorus
sat as I black-out inside this tram
lisping a flight of feathers in harbour calling
calling out from the under-garment of dawn’s
adiabatic-process
acclimatizing once again
to the molasses umbrella
to have genie’d this wreck
rip apart its chests and force its heart underwater
if it splits then it is the red sea
then slap this correspondence between its walls
of the anchor and well
the beatings and whims of stellar craze
until they come round
the connect of o oblivion connect ...
lisping a flight of feathers in harbour calling
calling out from the under-garment of dawn’s
adiabatic-process
acclimatizing once again
to the molasses umbrella
to have genie’d this wreck
rip apart its chests and force its heart underwater
if it splits then it is the red sea
then slap this correspondence between its walls
of the anchor and well
the beatings and whims of stellar craze
until they come round
the connect of o oblivion connect ...
#grief
#alcohol
#addiction
168 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Jun 2019 5:10pm
11th Jun 2019 5:10pm
lambs ears
(When Dark Doves Fly competition)
wrested from a flight
I whispered back, each stem’s name
that had fermented in her perfume.
a collapse of my head
upon her nape of morning mist,
where blood had flowered
anabatic musks; guiding me
under a nettled raiment.
…and I shoplifted, scruffed this moment
and placed it into the crosshairs
my on/off switch
as her flushed spine, unzipped
with heavens weight crumbling.
caryatid; from whom each cracked pore
poured red dusted sand...
wrested from a flight
I whispered back, each stem’s name
that had fermented in her perfume.
a collapse of my head
upon her nape of morning mist,
where blood had flowered
anabatic musks; guiding me
under a nettled raiment.
…and I shoplifted, scruffed this moment
and placed it into the crosshairs
my on/off switch
as her flushed spine, unzipped
with heavens weight crumbling.
caryatid; from whom each cracked pore
poured red dusted sand...
#love
#death
#separation
222 reads
3 Comments
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