Submissions by nomoth
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Dec 2020 8:22pm
17th Dec 2020 8:22pm
We are twenty becoming twenty-one
VIZ for #NewYear comp.
#hope
#Buddhist
#angels
#separation
#NewYear
487 reads
12 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Dec 2020 10:06pm
10th Dec 2020 10:06pm
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
397 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Dec 2020 11:22pm
5th Dec 2020 11:22pm
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
376 reads
12 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Nov 2020 9:08pm
24th Nov 2020 9:08pm
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
384 reads
SELF POEM
Published
15th Nov 2020 3:16pm
15th Nov 2020 3:16pm
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
397 reads
11 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
14th Nov 2020 12:28pm
14th Nov 2020 12:28pm
O know where I are
visual for O know
#confessional
401 reads
11 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Nov 2020 8:07pm
9th Nov 2020 8:07pm
Ivanhoe
visual for ivanhoe
#grief
#graveyard
#denial #StreamOfConsciousness
#denial #StreamOfConsciousness
466 reads
12 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Nov 2020 9:41pm
7th Nov 2020 9:41pm
whistlejacket
viz for Eerie's Painting Words comp.
#childhood
#dreams
#admiration
683 reads
8 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
29th Oct 2020 8:31pm
29th Oct 2020 8:31pm
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
389 reads
8 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
27th Oct 2020 9:56pm
27th Oct 2020 9:56pm
Jayne and James
With the hand of my anger,
a fist of dolomite to the moonlight,
I forced this prescient night to bruise the floor
and turn up the corners of its sheet.
Where a life lay unbeholden to the laws of my eyes,
my radio and scent. A ley of dark beehives with black honey
dripping. Glistening under the thunder, the birthday parties
in which I didn't cry; for when I pulled back my hand,
would I, could I ever not give away their secret.
So I had them make for the morning
a mirror from the skin of a snake,
from which it...
a fist of dolomite to the moonlight,
I forced this prescient night to bruise the floor
and turn up the corners of its sheet.
Where a life lay unbeholden to the laws of my eyes,
my radio and scent. A ley of dark beehives with black honey
dripping. Glistening under the thunder, the birthday parties
in which I didn't cry; for when I pulled back my hand,
would I, could I ever not give away their secret.
So I had them make for the morning
a mirror from the skin of a snake,
from which it...
#grief
#dark
#heaven
#emptiness
#RabindranathTagore
512 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Oct 2020 10:05pm
24th Oct 2020 10:05pm
these butchers' sketches
viz for butchers
#murder
#animals
#nature #holiday
#nature #holiday
444 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
21st Oct 2020 00:21am
21st Oct 2020 00:21am
rother
visual for rother
#childhood
#dreams
#city
#confessional
#historical
593 reads
14 Comments
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