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.
Partner for the Dance
Find your partner for the dance,
the time has come to strut your stuff.
It takes two, a heavenly combo,
to anoint this meeting beneath the stars.
The music calls for an entrance grand
to the dance floor shared by all.
Look for the space a duo may share
as melodies become your world.
The DJ is primed to spin the tunes
for the seekers of life's last chance
to find enjoyment among the notes
of swing blues with a touch of jazz.
The evening's young and so are you,
at heart the years will fall away
as songs of past and present...
the time has come to strut your stuff.
It takes two, a heavenly combo,
to anoint this meeting beneath the stars.
The music calls for an entrance grand
to the dance floor shared by all.
Look for the space a duo may share
as melodies become your world.
The DJ is primed to spin the tunes
for the seekers of life's last chance
to find enjoyment among the notes
of swing blues with a touch of jazz.
The evening's young and so are you,
at heart the years will fall away
as songs of past and present...
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Nag Champa
She smelled of Nag Champa
with a look blessed by magic
as the fragrance that hovered
over beauty's enchantment.
Her smile was earth's delight
grounded in pleasure's kindness
granted to those she met
with blessings of a hallowed space.
The sandalwood spoke two tongues
solemn in celebration's voice
mischief in mockery of pious things
entwined as breath of her sexiness.
The sacred was held in duality
humanity asked to rise above
frailty evoked by life's hardship
achieved through strength of self revealed to all
...
with a look blessed by magic
as the fragrance that hovered
over beauty's enchantment.
Her smile was earth's delight
grounded in pleasure's kindness
granted to those she met
with blessings of a hallowed space.
The sandalwood spoke two tongues
solemn in celebration's voice
mischief in mockery of pious things
entwined as breath of her sexiness.
The sacred was held in duality
humanity asked to rise above
frailty evoked by life's hardship
achieved through strength of self revealed to all
...
787 reads
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Beyond the Fold
Somewhere on the other side
life is longer than in the past
waiting for the visitor
to move into their new found home
the turns ahead hide the view
with miles to run under the wheels
echoes as the rubber meets
another twist once concealed
trees are viewed as seasons turn
the forest hid for the green
conifers and oaks take different paths
one to color the other not.
the map you see is not the same
as the journey you plan to take
reality is too large to note
in all it’s highs and all its lows
life moves forward ever on
choose...
life is longer than in the past
waiting for the visitor
to move into their new found home
the turns ahead hide the view
with miles to run under the wheels
echoes as the rubber meets
another twist once concealed
trees are viewed as seasons turn
the forest hid for the green
conifers and oaks take different paths
one to color the other not.
the map you see is not the same
as the journey you plan to take
reality is too large to note
in all it’s highs and all its lows
life moves forward ever on
choose...
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Devil Whispered
The Devil whispered in my ear
lullabies to match my tears
asking nothing more than this
to believe the world as it is
he pointed out that dies were cast
the levers pulled at long last
by the angry ones of single mind
no longer quiet in this time.
The lilting lyrics destroyed the truth
first casualty under foot
stampeded while the crowed exalted
the madman chosen to be most popular
it's just a campaign device
Lucifer admitted when cross examined
excitement was the spice of life
when arenas were filled with the lies.
The...
lullabies to match my tears
asking nothing more than this
to believe the world as it is
he pointed out that dies were cast
the levers pulled at long last
by the angry ones of single mind
no longer quiet in this time.
The lilting lyrics destroyed the truth
first casualty under foot
stampeded while the crowed exalted
the madman chosen to be most popular
it's just a campaign device
Lucifer admitted when cross examined
excitement was the spice of life
when arenas were filled with the lies.
The...
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Dance the Footloose
Let's dance the Footloose,
save the town, bring back the dance,
reject the ban, bring back the fun,
Elmore needs our help,
life has been restricted,
joy lost to the masses,
so let's dance Footloose
to bring back the jubilee.
Dance the Footloose,
slant the angles as we spin around.
Dance the Footloose,
DJ cry as you spin the song.
DJ let's dance the Footloose,
the song you play every week,
the one that dancers love,
the yoke around your neck.
There could be other songs,
other ways to dance the night,
but they...
save the town, bring back the dance,
reject the ban, bring back the fun,
Elmore needs our help,
life has been restricted,
joy lost to the masses,
so let's dance Footloose
to bring back the jubilee.
Dance the Footloose,
slant the angles as we spin around.
Dance the Footloose,
DJ cry as you spin the song.
DJ let's dance the Footloose,
the song you play every week,
the one that dancers love,
the yoke around your neck.
There could be other songs,
other ways to dance the night,
but they...
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Cute in Diversity
If I thought you were cute
would that damn my soul?
If I thought you were sexy
would the damnation go double?
Our connection is troubled
by standards of common codes
yet there is an attraction
that others may not understand.
Life is too short to walk away
from a shining glow in my shade
where the gloom threatens me
pulling at my sanity.
To be together for just at time
to put alone by the side
I'll rejoice that I'm not blind
to the unity beyond pure sight.
I'm not saying we should marry
this may not be possible...
would that damn my soul?
If I thought you were sexy
would the damnation go double?
Our connection is troubled
by standards of common codes
yet there is an attraction
that others may not understand.
Life is too short to walk away
from a shining glow in my shade
where the gloom threatens me
pulling at my sanity.
To be together for just at time
to put alone by the side
I'll rejoice that I'm not blind
to the unity beyond pure sight.
I'm not saying we should marry
this may not be possible...
709 reads
3 Comments
Bedroom Eyes
Why do we dance with bedroom eyes,
shutters wide open to sky?
Searching for that in between,
the touchstone of what should be.
I am now revealed to the world
in this moment of openness.
Perhaps you feel the same as well,
for your eyes hold nothing back.
Somewhere there I'll find myself,
the piece of me far behind
during the journey's struggle
that brought me to this shore.
Before the dance I was lost,
traveling the lands far away,
unreconciled with the others
found there on the dusty trail.
So many partners looked away...
shutters wide open to sky?
Searching for that in between,
the touchstone of what should be.
I am now revealed to the world
in this moment of openness.
Perhaps you feel the same as well,
for your eyes hold nothing back.
Somewhere there I'll find myself,
the piece of me far behind
during the journey's struggle
that brought me to this shore.
Before the dance I was lost,
traveling the lands far away,
unreconciled with the others
found there on the dusty trail.
So many partners looked away...
672 reads
4 Comments
What's the Worse?
Rulers come and rulers go
casting doubt out to the fold
asking grace with short returns
the fears are real as rumors turn
the curtain hides what is behind
mutterings heard off in the dark
the shadow mocks the truer form
omens taunt the peace of mind
the sun still blooms in the sky
the stars still turn overhead
neither cares if words are cursed
by forked tongues holding court
tears are held until the morn
when all decisions come to roost
waiting for the shoe to drop
rumors are the only news
look to the clues...
casting doubt out to the fold
asking grace with short returns
the fears are real as rumors turn
the curtain hides what is behind
mutterings heard off in the dark
the shadow mocks the truer form
omens taunt the peace of mind
the sun still blooms in the sky
the stars still turn overhead
neither cares if words are cursed
by forked tongues holding court
tears are held until the morn
when all decisions come to roost
waiting for the shoe to drop
rumors are the only news
look to the clues...
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Transalive
What you see
belies identity’s diametric
what I feel
confirms integrity’s antithesis
what I desire
begs likeness’ antagonistic
not a lifestyle
deep down inside
this never far
from thoughts
that aspect of
desire not corresponding
to the conventional
assumed at birth
an alternative
at the polar end
seeking migration
to the other side.
2016, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20161114.
Trans may be defined as “across”, “beyond”, or “through”. The poem “Transalive” follows these thoughts.
belies identity’s diametric
what I feel
confirms integrity’s antithesis
what I desire
begs likeness’ antagonistic
not a lifestyle
deep down inside
this never far
from thoughts
that aspect of
desire not corresponding
to the conventional
assumed at birth
an alternative
at the polar end
seeking migration
to the other side.
2016, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20161114.
Trans may be defined as “across”, “beyond”, or “through”. The poem “Transalive” follows these thoughts.
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Poems Cast
Pages spill beyond the cliff
into air that carries them
flying too high to return
lifted by the feckless winds
neglecting of the ink applied
to weigh the words to paper’s face
vanishing from sight desired
where the low may see the thoughts
now cast far beyond their eyes
now gone to meet other lyrics
stanzas scattered across the vale
poems cast into the world.
2016, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20161114.
into air that carries them
flying too high to return
lifted by the feckless winds
neglecting of the ink applied
to weigh the words to paper’s face
vanishing from sight desired
where the low may see the thoughts
now cast far beyond their eyes
now gone to meet other lyrics
stanzas scattered across the vale
poems cast into the world.
2016, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20161114.
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Words Once Spoken
Prisoner in a moment’s time
focused on an inner voice
turning round the smallest stone
as the past echoes forth.
The world is shrunk in its frame
to find the smallest circumstance
explaining all that came before
solving what may come to pass.
What was said and by whom
is all consuming in the gloom
where incriminations are shadows
cast by actors conjured forth.
Could they be reality
or mere phantoms made to jump?
The fantasy becomes the norm
at ends of strings made from thoughts.
Shadows from the occupants...
focused on an inner voice
turning round the smallest stone
as the past echoes forth.
The world is shrunk in its frame
to find the smallest circumstance
explaining all that came before
solving what may come to pass.
What was said and by whom
is all consuming in the gloom
where incriminations are shadows
cast by actors conjured forth.
Could they be reality
or mere phantoms made to jump?
The fantasy becomes the norm
at ends of strings made from thoughts.
Shadows from the occupants...
600 reads
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Angel Wings
Could I fly with angel wings
aided by this beauty seen?
From my slumber I will spring
when this loveliness is my dream.
My breath is held prisoner
by the guardian of heaven's gate.
I release a gasp when I can
as I struggle in splendor’s grasp.
My tongue is tied in knots
as it seeks to full express.
Mere words cannot describe
a beatific view of paradise.
I'm lifted to the tallest heights
by vision of this celestial sight.
Moved beyond my sunken depths,
I am now free to sally forth.
Grant this mortal...
aided by this beauty seen?
From my slumber I will spring
when this loveliness is my dream.
My breath is held prisoner
by the guardian of heaven's gate.
I release a gasp when I can
as I struggle in splendor’s grasp.
My tongue is tied in knots
as it seeks to full express.
Mere words cannot describe
a beatific view of paradise.
I'm lifted to the tallest heights
by vision of this celestial sight.
Moved beyond my sunken depths,
I am now free to sally forth.
Grant this mortal...
729 reads
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