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.
The Sky
Raindrop in the vast ocean
nothing but water to the eye
horizons stretched to time and back
depths unknown by ground unseen
both high and low to the sight
sheets of drops fall from the sky
so many ripples in response
each a perfect circle
until they meet another one
then the sum is multiplied
cross-divided at God's whim
across the breadth beneath the sky
this imperfect mirror
scrying bowl of humanity
no longer smooth on the face
dimpled yet still perfect
longing to show from where we came
with the blurred reflection...
nothing but water to the eye
horizons stretched to time and back
depths unknown by ground unseen
both high and low to the sight
sheets of drops fall from the sky
so many ripples in response
each a perfect circle
until they meet another one
then the sum is multiplied
cross-divided at God's whim
across the breadth beneath the sky
this imperfect mirror
scrying bowl of humanity
no longer smooth on the face
dimpled yet still perfect
longing to show from where we came
with the blurred reflection...
#sea
#sky
#spiritual #LifeCycle
#spiritual #LifeCycle
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Burn the Torch
I witness and react towards all
the source from deep inside
from deity of the my selection
asking that for the blood now due.
My assumptions are my safety net
the fears are based on old beliefs
sanctified with years of use
solidified by the test of time.
I know what I witness here
matters little in comparison
to that which consumes me whole
in a fury with more smoke than fire.
Don't pour water on the flame
I'll burn the torch for all to see
don't place the truth on my rage
the latter is where I long to be.
The...
the source from deep inside
from deity of the my selection
asking that for the blood now due.
My assumptions are my safety net
the fears are based on old beliefs
sanctified with years of use
solidified by the test of time.
I know what I witness here
matters little in comparison
to that which consumes me whole
in a fury with more smoke than fire.
Don't pour water on the flame
I'll burn the torch for all to see
don't place the truth on my rage
the latter is where I long to be.
The...
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Grief
Stages of grief
the journey within
the rest of the world
immune to the pain.
The cut is so deep
down to the bone
raw to the touch
I feel so alone.
How could this be
the world on its head
alien terrain
where the world use to be.
I'll take my revenge
vent my pure rage
if only a target
was here in my face.
What can I provide
to make you comply?
Let's find an agreement
escape from this place.
The present is empty
the emotions are low
the void the center
of the life I as now know....
the journey within
the rest of the world
immune to the pain.
The cut is so deep
down to the bone
raw to the touch
I feel so alone.
How could this be
the world on its head
alien terrain
where the world use to be.
I'll take my revenge
vent my pure rage
if only a target
was here in my face.
What can I provide
to make you comply?
Let's find an agreement
escape from this place.
The present is empty
the emotions are low
the void the center
of the life I as now know....
669 reads
3 Comments
Not to Lie
The taint clings as second skin
unequal yoke in their eyes
separating self and my kin
by choices meant not to lie
the words spoke are the truth
not meant to state otherwise
yet still they offend the world
am I so different to matter not?
I can only be myself
deviation from the norm
though others wish for white washed paint
to be the mirror to their domain
I can only bend so far
to cast myself into their skins
before my scream to the skies
(inwardly if not out loud)
that I am more than alibis
they ask for me to tow the line...
unequal yoke in their eyes
separating self and my kin
by choices meant not to lie
the words spoke are the truth
not meant to state otherwise
yet still they offend the world
am I so different to matter not?
I can only be myself
deviation from the norm
though others wish for white washed paint
to be the mirror to their domain
I can only bend so far
to cast myself into their skins
before my scream to the skies
(inwardly if not out loud)
that I am more than alibis
they ask for me to tow the line...
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2 Comments
Beyond When
When the belt was put
to flesh to young to fully understand
wounds inflicted
to sate the anger of the older ones
escape comes with age
for the rage they have will never stop
I move beyond reach
the blows find another place to land
or Father Time
removes the strength from abusers to act
when words were poisoned
weaponized to inflict the deepest hurt
anthrax is no match
to the toxins laced in the words spoken
honed to just harm
no other purpose may be found in their use
anger’s other child
companion to...
to flesh to young to fully understand
wounds inflicted
to sate the anger of the older ones
escape comes with age
for the rage they have will never stop
I move beyond reach
the blows find another place to land
or Father Time
removes the strength from abusers to act
when words were poisoned
weaponized to inflict the deepest hurt
anthrax is no match
to the toxins laced in the words spoken
honed to just harm
no other purpose may be found in their use
anger’s other child
companion to...
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Four and a Half Percent
One percent to soothe the nerves
jangled by the day's events
or perhaps a lifetime made
anxiety is the bane to ban.
One percent to banish fear
drown the monster beneath the bed
push away the high shadows
make them low with fruity drink.
One percent to stop the rage
put the beast back in its cage
frenzy is the unwanted child
put to rest by libation's balm.
One percent to fill the gaps
where life is void of circumstance.
Though liquid joy will not flow
in its place is calming numb.
The last half percent doesn't...
jangled by the day's events
or perhaps a lifetime made
anxiety is the bane to ban.
One percent to banish fear
drown the monster beneath the bed
push away the high shadows
make them low with fruity drink.
One percent to stop the rage
put the beast back in its cage
frenzy is the unwanted child
put to rest by libation's balm.
One percent to fill the gaps
where life is void of circumstance.
Though liquid joy will not flow
in its place is calming numb.
The last half percent doesn't...
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Dancing with Grace
I'm dancing with Grace,
her hand to my shoulder,
the other joined in kind.
A view of what could be,
for a daughter entombed,
present in my arms tonight.
Kindly relation dear stranger,
you could be the one,
my little girl reborn.
Divine grant me this echo,
beautiful revenant corporal
of a daughter now passed.
What could she have been,
I may never know for sure,
but in your image I am assured.
I acclaim your achievements,
your elegance and beauty,
of age as the one not here.
You honor her and all your kind,...
her hand to my shoulder,
the other joined in kind.
A view of what could be,
for a daughter entombed,
present in my arms tonight.
Kindly relation dear stranger,
you could be the one,
my little girl reborn.
Divine grant me this echo,
beautiful revenant corporal
of a daughter now passed.
What could she have been,
I may never know for sure,
but in your image I am assured.
I acclaim your achievements,
your elegance and beauty,
of age as the one not here.
You honor her and all your kind,...
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Blues Bodies
Some people say we dance
a little to close for happenstance.
They would be so correct
as our spacing is quite exact.
We'll not dance separate,
our time here is too short.
To find another was the goal,
confirmed by proximity.
The rhythm becomes our source
for pacing only two can hear.
Pulsing is the consequence
of two bodies in the beat.
We lag as parts move separately,
with friction of bodies pressed.
We're held together by the heat
while our limbs find their place.
We'll ground together in the end,
joined...
a little to close for happenstance.
They would be so correct
as our spacing is quite exact.
We'll not dance separate,
our time here is too short.
To find another was the goal,
confirmed by proximity.
The rhythm becomes our source
for pacing only two can hear.
Pulsing is the consequence
of two bodies in the beat.
We lag as parts move separately,
with friction of bodies pressed.
We're held together by the heat
while our limbs find their place.
We'll ground together in the end,
joined...
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2 Comments
Breathe Again
They say I ought to breathe again,
that's it necessary for life prolonged.
I'll not disagree with them,
but they don't know have you in their arms.
The world has shrunk to the two of us,
no room to be found in between,
baby Jesus has found another place
while we sustain on shared romance.
Would I breathe again if I could?
I'd not do any such thing,
not if it separated you from me.
I'll drown as only lovers can,
sweet nectar of the moment shared,
come up for air from that special place,
only to dive back down again.
...
that's it necessary for life prolonged.
I'll not disagree with them,
but they don't know have you in their arms.
The world has shrunk to the two of us,
no room to be found in between,
baby Jesus has found another place
while we sustain on shared romance.
Would I breathe again if I could?
I'd not do any such thing,
not if it separated you from me.
I'll drown as only lovers can,
sweet nectar of the moment shared,
come up for air from that special place,
only to dive back down again.
...
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Comfort
When peace is the only goal
forever goal rarely found
phantom relic of past times
the dark appeals to the soul
longing to escape the pain
comfort sought near at hand
no matter what is left behind
the forward motion only counts
beyond the realm of discontent
subdued anger set free to roam
where strife is the currency
with nothing gained in the end
everything put to the test
dust to mouth, ash to hold
joyful hope has left the land
emotions left fell the heart
in cemeteries of dreams lost
optimism drowned by doubt
escape is...
forever goal rarely found
phantom relic of past times
the dark appeals to the soul
longing to escape the pain
comfort sought near at hand
no matter what is left behind
the forward motion only counts
beyond the realm of discontent
subdued anger set free to roam
where strife is the currency
with nothing gained in the end
everything put to the test
dust to mouth, ash to hold
joyful hope has left the land
emotions left fell the heart
in cemeteries of dreams lost
optimism drowned by doubt
escape is...
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In the Woods
The past resides in its home
warm comfort behind closed doors
the company I used to have
is fresh recall, far from hand
I see your face in my mind
you were younger, so was I
that day now held out of reach
the world captured in the woods.
Trust brought us close in that vale
forest glen across time's void
the masks were dropped to the ground
joining clothes as bodies wound
separation ceased to be
quick dismissed when passions freed
the space between was indistinct
how real this seems to memory.
Connection came in many...
warm comfort behind closed doors
the company I used to have
is fresh recall, far from hand
I see your face in my mind
you were younger, so was I
that day now held out of reach
the world captured in the woods.
Trust brought us close in that vale
forest glen across time's void
the masks were dropped to the ground
joining clothes as bodies wound
separation ceased to be
quick dismissed when passions freed
the space between was indistinct
how real this seems to memory.
Connection came in many...
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Breath
You find me here as a mute
wandering loose with no control
overwhelmed by life's finds
in the space of beauty's punch
loveliness is my frailty
in its grasp my knees are weak
other ailments find their due
as I submit to charm’s cuff.
If my breath leaves my frame
a face is sure to blame
by depth of eye or shade of hair
contours cause lungs to still
conversation leaves my mouth
banter dies inside my chest
unable to form full thoughts
I'm reduced to mutter gibberish.
Shapely form I'd admit
spurs me hard to consequence...
wandering loose with no control
overwhelmed by life's finds
in the space of beauty's punch
loveliness is my frailty
in its grasp my knees are weak
other ailments find their due
as I submit to charm’s cuff.
If my breath leaves my frame
a face is sure to blame
by depth of eye or shade of hair
contours cause lungs to still
conversation leaves my mouth
banter dies inside my chest
unable to form full thoughts
I'm reduced to mutter gibberish.
Shapely form I'd admit
spurs me hard to consequence...
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