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.
More to Come
I asked the man if it was done
the ending of the troubled times
unwanted by the ones that bled
for the trials imposed on them
from on high the crimes exposed.
The sun has set on chapters torn
from the hearts of many folks
with no sins to their name
other than those applied to their souls
by birth’s lottery turning round.
The answer came in reluctant words
expressed in the calm of the storm
chaos paused before it restarts
slave to none though many strive
to ask for the latter in their regret.
“The question is the edge...
the ending of the troubled times
unwanted by the ones that bled
for the trials imposed on them
from on high the crimes exposed.
The sun has set on chapters torn
from the hearts of many folks
with no sins to their name
other than those applied to their souls
by birth’s lottery turning round.
The answer came in reluctant words
expressed in the calm of the storm
chaos paused before it restarts
slave to none though many strive
to ask for the latter in their regret.
“The question is the edge...
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Next Perfect Lover
I search for my next perfect lover
as good as the ones that came before
so restless to find the one
I’m passionate in my varied wants
I’ve searched longer than I’ll admit
longing for the crass and for the pure
only residing in my mind
a combination that will slip away
I’ve pursued the lesser ones
put them aside after sampling the goods
when the shine rubbed off to reveal
none of the raw I longed to find below
I seem to be a broken one
longing for the same to match a set
in reality I just desire
a soul still good yet imbued to...
as good as the ones that came before
so restless to find the one
I’m passionate in my varied wants
I’ve searched longer than I’ll admit
longing for the crass and for the pure
only residing in my mind
a combination that will slip away
I’ve pursued the lesser ones
put them aside after sampling the goods
when the shine rubbed off to reveal
none of the raw I longed to find below
I seem to be a broken one
longing for the same to match a set
in reality I just desire
a soul still good yet imbued to...
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Curtain
Allow me to spin a tale
complete in its vagaries
misdirection points straight toward
the truth hidden at the core.
Laugh it off as the jester pranks
dancing as you pull the strings
yet look above in the heights
and you'll see the joker in command.
I'll cast the mirror towards the crowd
showing what the world beholds
all the while few suspect
that what they see is my secret self.
Here that way and back again
the twisting serpent is amused
when attention is turned its way
by written words on the page.
Words are...
complete in its vagaries
misdirection points straight toward
the truth hidden at the core.
Laugh it off as the jester pranks
dancing as you pull the strings
yet look above in the heights
and you'll see the joker in command.
I'll cast the mirror towards the crowd
showing what the world beholds
all the while few suspect
that what they see is my secret self.
Here that way and back again
the twisting serpent is amused
when attention is turned its way
by written words on the page.
Words are...
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The Scars Outside
The scars outside show the past
reminders of the time before
when circumstance betrayed life
asking more than I could give.
I could show them if you wish
though explanations are not enough
to let you know where I was
to share with you how far I’ve come.
With the knife I carved to feel
deep enough to bring the pain
to show bright witness to the life
red flowed away by candlelight.
Isolation gave sad sanction
to the act still marked on skin
sadness lent it’s mournful call
asking something as blood flowed.
The...
reminders of the time before
when circumstance betrayed life
asking more than I could give.
I could show them if you wish
though explanations are not enough
to let you know where I was
to share with you how far I’ve come.
With the knife I carved to feel
deep enough to bring the pain
to show bright witness to the life
red flowed away by candlelight.
Isolation gave sad sanction
to the act still marked on skin
sadness lent it’s mournful call
asking something as blood flowed.
The...
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Depths
Sadness is spawn of loss
entropy asks its due
visitor to all mankind
here today and moving on.
Depression on the other hand
spans a life with its demands
beyond the moments found in time
to the roots far out of sight.
Both are seen by the world
on the surface they seem the same
tears may flow from the eyes
fists are raised in voiced despair.
The iceberg is depression’s strength
most is masked beneath the plain
ever present behind the scenes
when eyes are dry and voice serene.
The depth denies the seeker’s...
entropy asks its due
visitor to all mankind
here today and moving on.
Depression on the other hand
spans a life with its demands
beyond the moments found in time
to the roots far out of sight.
Both are seen by the world
on the surface they seem the same
tears may flow from the eyes
fists are raised in voiced despair.
The iceberg is depression’s strength
most is masked beneath the plain
ever present behind the scenes
when eyes are dry and voice serene.
The depth denies the seeker’s...
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Beauty Fair
Goddess molded beauty fair
framework for eye’s delight
draped across the soul within
anatomy of blessed by she above.
The splendor takes my breath away
filled with awe and not with air
for the structure she’s imbued
the waking dream you’ve become.
Your eyes prompt me to ogle
the view above a perfect nose
lips I’d love to meet with mine
top a chin most divine.
Sweeping shapes beneath the cloth
arch and camber from front to back
enough is seen to know there’s more
enough is hidden to be demure.
Gams to stand...
framework for eye’s delight
draped across the soul within
anatomy of blessed by she above.
The splendor takes my breath away
filled with awe and not with air
for the structure she’s imbued
the waking dream you’ve become.
Your eyes prompt me to ogle
the view above a perfect nose
lips I’d love to meet with mine
top a chin most divine.
Sweeping shapes beneath the cloth
arch and camber from front to back
enough is seen to know there’s more
enough is hidden to be demure.
Gams to stand...
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Steeple
Steeple grasping for the goal
high above the clutching ground
where we stand to look above
wondering if God sees below.
The earth is ours to cultivate
sow the good, the bad, the in-between
what will come from these attempts
to find our place beneath the eaves?
Scratchings in the terra firma
looking down instead of up
seeking something better when
the shadows press when sun sets.
The dusk invokes the side of men
hiding from sight of top edifice
why does the dark bring out
those things that the tower fights?
Bells will...
high above the clutching ground
where we stand to look above
wondering if God sees below.
The earth is ours to cultivate
sow the good, the bad, the in-between
what will come from these attempts
to find our place beneath the eaves?
Scratchings in the terra firma
looking down instead of up
seeking something better when
the shadows press when sun sets.
The dusk invokes the side of men
hiding from sight of top edifice
why does the dark bring out
those things that the tower fights?
Bells will...
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Two Thousand
Please don't invite me to the picnic
the one with the smiling faces and long knives
tables piled high high with festive fare
my friends and I served as main course.
The day started out simple enough
stranded in the country with broken ride
with locals eager for some company
at annual celebration of comradery.
So much time had been spent
making the town ready for the festival
a gala of decadence by simple people
a sign of their observance of greater purpose.
Sabbath or funeral clothes were worn
the former we assumed to our...
the one with the smiling faces and long knives
tables piled high high with festive fare
my friends and I served as main course.
The day started out simple enough
stranded in the country with broken ride
with locals eager for some company
at annual celebration of comradery.
So much time had been spent
making the town ready for the festival
a gala of decadence by simple people
a sign of their observance of greater purpose.
Sabbath or funeral clothes were worn
the former we assumed to our...
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Tumbled Gem
No one born with perfection's taint,
God has asked us to improve.
To this end trials cooperate
as you are thrust to be your best.
Tumbling like so many stones
finding a shine by life travail,
perfection found when the ruff
is removed to show the glow.
I see the beauty revealed to date,
there is more underneath.
Could I be brash enough
to say I'd like to further explore?
Diamonds are found in the rough,
their talents waiting for the nudge
to be disclosed to a world
too occupied to see the bloom.
I'll bear witness to the...
God has asked us to improve.
To this end trials cooperate
as you are thrust to be your best.
Tumbling like so many stones
finding a shine by life travail,
perfection found when the ruff
is removed to show the glow.
I see the beauty revealed to date,
there is more underneath.
Could I be brash enough
to say I'd like to further explore?
Diamonds are found in the rough,
their talents waiting for the nudge
to be disclosed to a world
too occupied to see the bloom.
I'll bear witness to the...
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Their Time
I've slipped down the rabbit hole
to find a world I once deplored
now transfixed as terra firma
dark fantasies are that much closer
for the ones once on the outside
the door has opened with winked invite
bidding fantasies to be expressed
asking nothing to be withheld
what was held deep in the dark
long held grudges now come to light
looking back at how this came
the cardboard targets were arrayed
behind closed doors for the crowds
filled with holes by practice shots
chants filled the air from raw throats
yelling loud for the...
to find a world I once deplored
now transfixed as terra firma
dark fantasies are that much closer
for the ones once on the outside
the door has opened with winked invite
bidding fantasies to be expressed
asking nothing to be withheld
what was held deep in the dark
long held grudges now come to light
looking back at how this came
the cardboard targets were arrayed
behind closed doors for the crowds
filled with holes by practice shots
chants filled the air from raw throats
yelling loud for the...
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Beautiful Dancers
Beautiful dancers,
visitors gorgeous,
bless our dance hall
with your grace inherent.
You've traveled afar,
here to our side,
embracing our arms,
in dances sublime.
Could you please linger?
What would entice you?
If only time stood still
for dancers of belle charm.
If you must leave,
do not be tardy long.
You've won a place
in our hearts and lives.
Beautiful dancers,
visitors too brief,
I bid farewell to fairness
and dream of dancing again.
© 2015. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved
visitors gorgeous,
bless our dance hall
with your grace inherent.
You've traveled afar,
here to our side,
embracing our arms,
in dances sublime.
Could you please linger?
What would entice you?
If only time stood still
for dancers of belle charm.
If you must leave,
do not be tardy long.
You've won a place
in our hearts and lives.
Beautiful dancers,
visitors too brief,
I bid farewell to fairness
and dream of dancing again.
© 2015. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved
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Artist's Mark
Read my book if you will
chapter and verse through the years
made plain on paper here
ready for those with heart to peer.
The pages turn as seasons passed
some are lost to winds of fate
others published for all to see
may the wheel be kind to those who read.
The joy flows from other pages
too bright to look upon unheeded
a mortal one should know this
that the rest of life must exist.
It was a journey with harsh remorse
of occasions cast to soul’s regret
even as the dice was thrown ...
chapter and verse through the years
made plain on paper here
ready for those with heart to peer.
The pages turn as seasons passed
some are lost to winds of fate
others published for all to see
may the wheel be kind to those who read.
The joy flows from other pages
too bright to look upon unheeded
a mortal one should know this
that the rest of life must exist.
It was a journey with harsh remorse
of occasions cast to soul’s regret
even as the dice was thrown ...
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