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.
SELF POEM
Published
4th Nov 2016 9:52am
4th Nov 2016 9:52am
Another Day
Another day and here I stand
potential partner to the dance
the music starts, the floor is set
yet here I stand as if stuck in place.
No chains are seen on my limbs
no gag restrains my voice to speak
desire would have me leap to you
instead I stand both dumb and mute.
Not quite equals, though close enough
to bend would be the natural course
accommodation would be your grace
if only I would state my case.
To my mind the reasons are
inadequate to this frozen jest
ridicule by an inside voice
with no sense when spoken out....
potential partner to the dance
the music starts, the floor is set
yet here I stand as if stuck in place.
No chains are seen on my limbs
no gag restrains my voice to speak
desire would have me leap to you
instead I stand both dumb and mute.
Not quite equals, though close enough
to bend would be the natural course
accommodation would be your grace
if only I would state my case.
To my mind the reasons are
inadequate to this frozen jest
ridicule by an inside voice
with no sense when spoken out....
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SELF POEM
Published
4th Nov 2016 00:22am
4th Nov 2016 00:22am
Proxies
My daughter would have been twenty-five
if her birth had not been her death
Grace by name but not by fate
back in the year of 91
in Charity Hospital I witnessed
labor felt as pain progressed
no living soul was at the end.
After quarter century I still stand
daughter's ashes on the shelf
no children have filled my house
now I see these surrogates
young adults on the brink
so bright to step out on their own
with potential none shall deny.
I can see them as the promise
talented with a splash of wit
smile to light the...
if her birth had not been her death
Grace by name but not by fate
back in the year of 91
in Charity Hospital I witnessed
labor felt as pain progressed
no living soul was at the end.
After quarter century I still stand
daughter's ashes on the shelf
no children have filled my house
now I see these surrogates
young adults on the brink
so bright to step out on their own
with potential none shall deny.
I can see them as the promise
talented with a splash of wit
smile to light the...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Nov 2016 00:14am
4th Nov 2016 00:14am
Beauty As A Fox
Fox spirit of my dreams
enchantress of desires
made discreet in the now.
Resident of my fondest dreams
bending dark in extreme
after dusk's merry meet.
Is this cunning I detect
through the fold of your dress
in the wiles of your smile?
The physical does express
responsiveness fleet of foot
blessings of your supple form.
Perhaps you've seen beyond
my quiet nature on display
which my eyes sly deny.
You are the trickster in the end
skirting though darkened mists
are my dreams your only stop?
Be...
enchantress of desires
made discreet in the now.
Resident of my fondest dreams
bending dark in extreme
after dusk's merry meet.
Is this cunning I detect
through the fold of your dress
in the wiles of your smile?
The physical does express
responsiveness fleet of foot
blessings of your supple form.
Perhaps you've seen beyond
my quiet nature on display
which my eyes sly deny.
You are the trickster in the end
skirting though darkened mists
are my dreams your only stop?
Be...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Nov 2016 9:04am
3rd Nov 2016 9:04am
A Poem a Day
A poem a day
a verse to say
my heart revealed
to the world to see
exit the hell gates
by stroke of the pen
my angst unveiled
allowed to heal
protest the wrongs
with words meant to bite
deny the sacred
when corruption applies
celebrate beauty
when it is viewed
so much around
what can I write
to dance is to live
to live is to dance
prose will reflect
the mirror thus set
a poem a day
many to go
written therapy
so good for me.
© 2016, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20160711.
The daily...
a verse to say
my heart revealed
to the world to see
exit the hell gates
by stroke of the pen
my angst unveiled
allowed to heal
protest the wrongs
with words meant to bite
deny the sacred
when corruption applies
celebrate beauty
when it is viewed
so much around
what can I write
to dance is to live
to live is to dance
prose will reflect
the mirror thus set
a poem a day
many to go
written therapy
so good for me.
© 2016, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20160711.
The daily...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Nov 2016 9:02am
3rd Nov 2016 9:02am
Dance Companion
Companion to a dozen dances
I’ve lost count, it doesn’t matter
each time stood on its own
the tunes were ours to embellish.
Our hands sought familiar ground
fingertips meet and move to palms
caress would be too strong a term
when touch is again memory’s charm.
Moves learned by repetition
fueled by one unto the other
their abilities and my skills
combining as our styles unwind.
Each dance is the journey’s path
winding through emotion’s pleasure
not from lust or craving longing
instead of comfort found together.
...
I’ve lost count, it doesn’t matter
each time stood on its own
the tunes were ours to embellish.
Our hands sought familiar ground
fingertips meet and move to palms
caress would be too strong a term
when touch is again memory’s charm.
Moves learned by repetition
fueled by one unto the other
their abilities and my skills
combining as our styles unwind.
Each dance is the journey’s path
winding through emotion’s pleasure
not from lust or craving longing
instead of comfort found together.
...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
2nd Nov 2016 11:12am
2nd Nov 2016 11:12am
The Veil
The veil had parted in the night
as day drew close while spirits walked
seeking their people on this side
the wheel has turned round the year
marking fall to winter's steps
on this stoop we now reside
what moves beyond our sight?
set the plate for company
to serve those we once knew
The chill mists are portal's door
look to the shapes that move beyond
sight of the ones that came before
their wisdom is ours to ask
though dire commands will not work
on those who know the truth beyond
no fear of death chills their heart...
as day drew close while spirits walked
seeking their people on this side
the wheel has turned round the year
marking fall to winter's steps
on this stoop we now reside
what moves beyond our sight?
set the plate for company
to serve those we once knew
The chill mists are portal's door
look to the shapes that move beyond
sight of the ones that came before
their wisdom is ours to ask
though dire commands will not work
on those who know the truth beyond
no fear of death chills their heart...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
2nd Nov 2016 11:12am
2nd Nov 2016 11:12am
Crossroads
Between the two worlds
the crossroads exists
a hole in the fabric
neither here nor be there.
There stand the men
more than mere mortals
with offers at hand
for visitors of the junction.
Odin states his due
in blood or the future
tarry not the asked forfeit
given on his dire schedule.
Mercury is too crafty
for those who concede
to exchange their short lives
for his pact of deceit.
The music is given
by the Devil’s sweet muse
by midnight’s dark hour
this the hounds will retrieve.
In the...
the crossroads exists
a hole in the fabric
neither here nor be there.
There stand the men
more than mere mortals
with offers at hand
for visitors of the junction.
Odin states his due
in blood or the future
tarry not the asked forfeit
given on his dire schedule.
Mercury is too crafty
for those who concede
to exchange their short lives
for his pact of deceit.
The music is given
by the Devil’s sweet muse
by midnight’s dark hour
this the hounds will retrieve.
In the...
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ANGER POEM
Published
2nd Nov 2016 2:32am
2nd Nov 2016 2:32am
A Life to Live
Consent is the holy grail
for predilections beyond the pale
acts that draw a yawn
vanilla or the spicy mix
sanction asked for both of them
when congress is in the cards
gender joined is not the crux
the numbered partners in the mix
toys to make the party fun
nor age when legal is observed
when agreement is the norm
to each there own when all concur
I give examples because the worst
transgressions made on vicims' souls
bodies spoiled by power's game
lusts embraced when no is said
are the simple acts of love
taken by those with...
for predilections beyond the pale
acts that draw a yawn
vanilla or the spicy mix
sanction asked for both of them
when congress is in the cards
gender joined is not the crux
the numbered partners in the mix
toys to make the party fun
nor age when legal is observed
when agreement is the norm
to each there own when all concur
I give examples because the worst
transgressions made on vicims' souls
bodies spoiled by power's game
lusts embraced when no is said
are the simple acts of love
taken by those with...
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LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Nov 2016 2:30am
2nd Nov 2016 2:30am
Eden's Realm
If I could see all of you
echoes of Eden’s realm
innocent before our eyes
before the serpent came
I’d know you as you are
without the later shame
I’d see you with no need
of fruit from the tabu tree
our bodies arrayed without
souls stripped in the fore
with flawless blemish shown
too numerous to count
tarnish hidden no more
perfection in their sum
when the masks are dropped
judgment sees the like
where the struggles join
tossed against wall of life
matched bruise is the link
made dull by admission
healed in the...
echoes of Eden’s realm
innocent before our eyes
before the serpent came
I’d know you as you are
without the later shame
I’d see you with no need
of fruit from the tabu tree
our bodies arrayed without
souls stripped in the fore
with flawless blemish shown
too numerous to count
tarnish hidden no more
perfection in their sum
when the masks are dropped
judgment sees the like
where the struggles join
tossed against wall of life
matched bruise is the link
made dull by admission
healed in the...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Nov 2016 9:02am
1st Nov 2016 9:02am
Once Again
If I dance
in your arms
I would die
a happy one
this very night
with company
none shall top
leading to
heaven's gate
celestial guide
angelic one
with your smile
and your heart
so close to me
body pressed
as we touch
time stands still
yet not enough
to stop the world
for you must leave
then move beyond
these arms of mine
then I’ll die
expired within
until we dance
once again.
2016, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20161031.
The poem “Once Again” is inspired by the truly...
in your arms
I would die
a happy one
this very night
with company
none shall top
leading to
heaven's gate
celestial guide
angelic one
with your smile
and your heart
so close to me
body pressed
as we touch
time stands still
yet not enough
to stop the world
for you must leave
then move beyond
these arms of mine
then I’ll die
expired within
until we dance
once again.
2016, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20161031.
The poem “Once Again” is inspired by the truly...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
1st Nov 2016 9:02am
1st Nov 2016 9:02am
Dear Attraction
Dear attraction
my most close friend
you tease my heart
with nothingness
you yank libido
down empty halls
why must you linger
and haunt me so?
The choice was made
you had your say
now you've revolted
against that day
with further pokings
prompts to dash
with no direction
the walls too high.
That ship has sailed
to a distant shore
there you should stay
tease me no more
with whispered jests
of what could be
when none of that
is in this realm.
Yet still you prattle
look at the...
my most close friend
you tease my heart
with nothingness
you yank libido
down empty halls
why must you linger
and haunt me so?
The choice was made
you had your say
now you've revolted
against that day
with further pokings
prompts to dash
with no direction
the walls too high.
That ship has sailed
to a distant shore
there you should stay
tease me no more
with whispered jests
of what could be
when none of that
is in this realm.
Yet still you prattle
look at the...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Nov 2016 1:01am
1st Nov 2016 1:01am
To Live Too Old
Old souls are all the talk
human vessels with ancient ways
grounded instead of flying high
seen and done it all
standards set by experience long.
Here I stand without comfort
fractured instead of standing whole
flapping in the world's winds
wondering what's coming next
learning less with every day.
In the past the way was plain
variation was the due reward
for walking the many paths
so much to see and sample once
twice if I desired to try again.
These I tried but did not indulge
wisdom seemed the prudent choice
pace...
human vessels with ancient ways
grounded instead of flying high
seen and done it all
standards set by experience long.
Here I stand without comfort
fractured instead of standing whole
flapping in the world's winds
wondering what's coming next
learning less with every day.
In the past the way was plain
variation was the due reward
for walking the many paths
so much to see and sample once
twice if I desired to try again.
These I tried but did not indulge
wisdom seemed the prudent choice
pace...
574 reads
2 Comments
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