Submissions by poetryaccident (Poetry Accident)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
A late-life transfemme with many poems to share about death, dance, joy, survival, and the discovery of the self.
Ranks of Departed
The hunt has drawn them from their graves
to run by side of hounds and men
eight legs are seen on the lead horse
Odin’s chase has come this night
to the halls this column rushes
trailing storms with mighty crashes
they take their leave from earth’s bosom
to warn the living of doom’s coming.
The tumult is of pounding hooves
howling dogs and raging winds
sent as omen on storm’s back
to their kin still on this side
standing at the window’s sill
wondering why the omen calls
on the night of deepest dark
ahead of days with same mark....
to run by side of hounds and men
eight legs are seen on the lead horse
Odin’s chase has come this night
to the halls this column rushes
trailing storms with mighty crashes
they take their leave from earth’s bosom
to warn the living of doom’s coming.
The tumult is of pounding hooves
howling dogs and raging winds
sent as omen on storm’s back
to their kin still on this side
standing at the window’s sill
wondering why the omen calls
on the night of deepest dark
ahead of days with same mark....
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Companion of Yule
Welcome companion of Yule,
evergreen stalwart of trees,
we'll deck you bottom to top
in defiance of the dark.
The days have grown so short
with twilight now the rule.
Make festive the central place
for our wishes this time of year.
To each decoration a purpose given,
true magic is near at hand.
Transformation of symbols hung
for the presence of Moon and Horn.
Bid the children to present
the requests for assistance.
The adults will ask their boons
to be visited in hours late.
Fruits for harvest, coins for wealth,...
evergreen stalwart of trees,
we'll deck you bottom to top
in defiance of the dark.
The days have grown so short
with twilight now the rule.
Make festive the central place
for our wishes this time of year.
To each decoration a purpose given,
true magic is near at hand.
Transformation of symbols hung
for the presence of Moon and Horn.
Bid the children to present
the requests for assistance.
The adults will ask their boons
to be visited in hours late.
Fruits for harvest, coins for wealth,...
538 reads
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Age’s Grace
We’ve both walked with some grace
living beneath high firmament
the sun and move walked their paths
tracing lines as they marched
Kronos asks for his due
though each would seem to touched
with unequal yoke by wheel’s turn
ask they years what they have borne.
Decade’s half marked your ascent
five years long yet so short
from periled childhood to the stoop
of adulthood you’ll soon embark
into our midst to make your mark
taking lessons to then progress
what’s come before will inform
the way you will shape the...
living beneath high firmament
the sun and move walked their paths
tracing lines as they marched
Kronos asks for his due
though each would seem to touched
with unequal yoke by wheel’s turn
ask they years what they have borne.
Decade’s half marked your ascent
five years long yet so short
from periled childhood to the stoop
of adulthood you’ll soon embark
into our midst to make your mark
taking lessons to then progress
what’s come before will inform
the way you will shape the...
625 reads
2 Comments
The Star of 3
Illumination of a past life,
faint has a star may be,
it still blinded my sight
in the love known by twilight.
Never lovers by fate's decree,
thwarted during time's progression.
Still the adoration did not lessen,
deep connections beneath the skin.
Others came after you,
a steady beat through the years,
but none could compare
to the one that came before.
Miles may separate,
life's choices even greater,
too much time has passed,
and still I love the Star.
Distant orb of shining light,
hidden from eyes by...
faint has a star may be,
it still blinded my sight
in the love known by twilight.
Never lovers by fate's decree,
thwarted during time's progression.
Still the adoration did not lessen,
deep connections beneath the skin.
Others came after you,
a steady beat through the years,
but none could compare
to the one that came before.
Miles may separate,
life's choices even greater,
too much time has passed,
and still I love the Star.
Distant orb of shining light,
hidden from eyes by...
603 reads
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Dusk
On the edge of dusk's domain
in the shadow of creeping night
I paused to consider where I was
and why you held me in your arms.
I saw the path at my feet
the dusk had not robbed my sight
yet the gloom has now removed
the side trails to consequence.
I cannot forget that evening nears
nor pretend to dance in morning light
when gloom is the phantom’s home
here I live with ghosts displayed
the mirages were all too clear
no longer solid though I could see
their forms cast upon the screen
more real than past memories.
The sun...
in the shadow of creeping night
I paused to consider where I was
and why you held me in your arms.
I saw the path at my feet
the dusk had not robbed my sight
yet the gloom has now removed
the side trails to consequence.
I cannot forget that evening nears
nor pretend to dance in morning light
when gloom is the phantom’s home
here I live with ghosts displayed
the mirages were all too clear
no longer solid though I could see
their forms cast upon the screen
more real than past memories.
The sun...
686 reads
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Passion's Hope
Hope found in your face
support found in your hands
I once again feel alive
balanced between then and now.
Only in this time could I be
so close to divinity
yet a knocking is heard
in the halls of my mind.
My past has flowed away
yet a remnant is here to stay
removing me from this place
even as arms do embrace.
Begone doubt of yesteryear
shadows of lurking fears
true in their own time
now false with wheel's turn.
I've found cure in the curve
remedy in made heart made glad
deepest draught of medicine
present...
support found in your hands
I once again feel alive
balanced between then and now.
Only in this time could I be
so close to divinity
yet a knocking is heard
in the halls of my mind.
My past has flowed away
yet a remnant is here to stay
removing me from this place
even as arms do embrace.
Begone doubt of yesteryear
shadows of lurking fears
true in their own time
now false with wheel's turn.
I've found cure in the curve
remedy in made heart made glad
deepest draught of medicine
present...
617 reads
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I've Stepped Away
Can't you see I've stepped away,
distance between you and me?
Would you wonder where I went
if you never saw me again?
I'll give you an important clue:
transparent letters on world's glass.
I'm the one who had left
before you really knew who I was.
Shades of impressions left behind,
stick figures of a twisted mind,
drawn in blood and other fluids
for your beloved amusement.
Find the artist, seek the poet,
slurred reciting of life portrayed.
Drunken scribblings do betray
thoughts better left concealed.
Stepped away,...
distance between you and me?
Would you wonder where I went
if you never saw me again?
I'll give you an important clue:
transparent letters on world's glass.
I'm the one who had left
before you really knew who I was.
Shades of impressions left behind,
stick figures of a twisted mind,
drawn in blood and other fluids
for your beloved amusement.
Find the artist, seek the poet,
slurred reciting of life portrayed.
Drunken scribblings do betray
thoughts better left concealed.
Stepped away,...
698 reads
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Dance Foretold
My future is already foretold
I can feel the motion when I'm standing still
my feet are choreographed
preordained to move in the space beyond
the music wraps around my soul
my body seeks rapture on melody’s wing.
I feel the urge to move in sync
indulging toe tap and leg hop as a start
the notes are my body's muse
instructing the heart to move the limbs
pulling strings that none can see
the end result asks for fair company.
The dance floor is my head
sharing space with the world as a whole
I seek one to match the mold
to...
I can feel the motion when I'm standing still
my feet are choreographed
preordained to move in the space beyond
the music wraps around my soul
my body seeks rapture on melody’s wing.
I feel the urge to move in sync
indulging toe tap and leg hop as a start
the notes are my body's muse
instructing the heart to move the limbs
pulling strings that none can see
the end result asks for fair company.
The dance floor is my head
sharing space with the world as a whole
I seek one to match the mold
to...
628 reads
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The Kissing Dream
I dreamt of kissing you,
not a simple peck.
I dreamt of kissing you,
full on the lips.
I don't remember who started,
the first to leap the gap.
I only know we lingered,
bliss bestowed to each other.
It was a sleeping fantasy,
phantasm of my romanticism.
This did not hold us back
when our mouths met as one.
Hands reached to face,
cradling you in my hands.
Evoking passion shared by both,
dwelling deep in a kiss returned.
Our ardour was too short.
We met and merged and loved,
and then parted ways,
in...
not a simple peck.
I dreamt of kissing you,
full on the lips.
I don't remember who started,
the first to leap the gap.
I only know we lingered,
bliss bestowed to each other.
It was a sleeping fantasy,
phantasm of my romanticism.
This did not hold us back
when our mouths met as one.
Hands reached to face,
cradling you in my hands.
Evoking passion shared by both,
dwelling deep in a kiss returned.
Our ardour was too short.
We met and merged and loved,
and then parted ways,
in...
968 reads
2 Comments
Drown the World
Ask me why I wipe my eyes,
I'll say that I fear for the land,
that the dry will be consumed
by the torrents that wait inside.
There is a common thread,
similarity of all my tears.
They come from the heart,
expressions of life's emotions.
Mark the moment in time,
the one promised by fairy tales,
now found in reality's realm
at the beckoning of bent knee.
The tears of love rush from joy,
knowledge of separateness resolved,
two streams flowing together
into the reservoir of the one.
In contrast are the harsh moments,...
I'll say that I fear for the land,
that the dry will be consumed
by the torrents that wait inside.
There is a common thread,
similarity of all my tears.
They come from the heart,
expressions of life's emotions.
Mark the moment in time,
the one promised by fairy tales,
now found in reality's realm
at the beckoning of bent knee.
The tears of love rush from joy,
knowledge of separateness resolved,
two streams flowing together
into the reservoir of the one.
In contrast are the harsh moments,...
647 reads
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Caroline
I’d like to call her Caroline
it’s the name that comes to mind
not the one that heaven gave her
when she passed into this realm
never home to the sacred heart
worn on the sleeve for all to see
guarded by the friends who walk
knowing the truth of violet’s gaze
hope and logic are fleeting pals
one sought to move beyond the pain
the other to explain the ache
leading to the storm’s embrace
life challenges the mighty
the willow bends in the wind
touching the ground in the bluster
reaching for the sky in the after
I’ll honor her in the...
it’s the name that comes to mind
not the one that heaven gave her
when she passed into this realm
never home to the sacred heart
worn on the sleeve for all to see
guarded by the friends who walk
knowing the truth of violet’s gaze
hope and logic are fleeting pals
one sought to move beyond the pain
the other to explain the ache
leading to the storm’s embrace
life challenges the mighty
the willow bends in the wind
touching the ground in the bluster
reaching for the sky in the after
I’ll honor her in the...
708 reads
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Alter Boys
Reality is the ship that’s sailed
to far horizon beyond my reach
leaving me here to find my way
with signposts only I can see
now I’m left here on the beach
the triangles are the altar boys
with men who seek my life
coming when the shades are drawn.
Agendas sprung from fertile soil
all the eyes are turned my way
signals sent that only I hear
to the radio in my brain
asking me to bend my knee
foreign agents with tall hats
why do they ask for my help?
Watched by eyes that do not blink
followed by the cameras’ lens
I’m...
to far horizon beyond my reach
leaving me here to find my way
with signposts only I can see
now I’m left here on the beach
the triangles are the altar boys
with men who seek my life
coming when the shades are drawn.
Agendas sprung from fertile soil
all the eyes are turned my way
signals sent that only I hear
to the radio in my brain
asking me to bend my knee
foreign agents with tall hats
why do they ask for my help?
Watched by eyes that do not blink
followed by the cameras’ lens
I’m...
673 reads
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