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.
Memories’ Grasp
It comes back as a shadow, relation to the dream
one would be in the light, the other in my sleep
neither I could touch, not in that special way
their distance is not the cause, each fills my life's expanse
nature asks for payment when bodies are embraced
now dead are present, the living in the past.
False echoes are all I have, warmth in the bodies held
sadly they are a ghost, cold as the arctic breeze
color mocks the rainbow's hue when flesh is all I see
disguises meant to trick when tints are turned to gray
the curves are real enough,...
one would be in the light, the other in my sleep
neither I could touch, not in that special way
their distance is not the cause, each fills my life's expanse
nature asks for payment when bodies are embraced
now dead are present, the living in the past.
False echoes are all I have, warmth in the bodies held
sadly they are a ghost, cold as the arctic breeze
color mocks the rainbow's hue when flesh is all I see
disguises meant to trick when tints are turned to gray
the curves are real enough,...
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Child
Show me why you’re smiling
point me to the source
there I'll see our God
that would be my hope
speak the words of passion
voiced unto all things
when the breadth is filled
my ears will be relieved
laugh again fully
enough to fill the world
with the joyous sound
I'll know is well
dance to music spoken
hopefully I may hear
dwelling in your heart
the world embraced today
these I ask in passing
to know that you are well
a child of our deity
expressing your divinity.
©...
point me to the source
there I'll see our God
that would be my hope
speak the words of passion
voiced unto all things
when the breadth is filled
my ears will be relieved
laugh again fully
enough to fill the world
with the joyous sound
I'll know is well
dance to music spoken
hopefully I may hear
dwelling in your heart
the world embraced today
these I ask in passing
to know that you are well
a child of our deity
expressing your divinity.
©...
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Side With Angels
I side with the angels though I'm queer
wear the halo, mind the tilt
sadly the Devil owns the world
not the entirety, just the lures
dangled where the will is waning
spent by the chore of world's turning
he doesn't mind if I'm weary
there'll be the invite to my failing.
The angels ask for so much more
accountability is their notch
I only know they ask for little
honor on top of what is scored
consent is asked above all things
no matter how the party freaks
offbeat acts may be the norm
when respect is embraced by...
wear the halo, mind the tilt
sadly the Devil owns the world
not the entirety, just the lures
dangled where the will is waning
spent by the chore of world's turning
he doesn't mind if I'm weary
there'll be the invite to my failing.
The angels ask for so much more
accountability is their notch
I only know they ask for little
honor on top of what is scored
consent is asked above all things
no matter how the party freaks
offbeat acts may be the norm
when respect is embraced by...
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In the Catacombs
If I gave you measure to call me out
put a label square on my head
would it shift what you think
about that space inside my mind
catacombs where fields once lay
shadows in the place of sun
bones strewn instead of flowers
I was always this my friend
what has happened in the neat world
with tidiness gone, replaced with dread?
fear's child has shown its face
spawn of assumption's vanity
these are the thoughts that cross my mind
when I consider whether to open doors
allowing others to see the mess ...
put a label square on my head
would it shift what you think
about that space inside my mind
catacombs where fields once lay
shadows in the place of sun
bones strewn instead of flowers
I was always this my friend
what has happened in the neat world
with tidiness gone, replaced with dread?
fear's child has shown its face
spawn of assumption's vanity
these are the thoughts that cross my mind
when I consider whether to open doors
allowing others to see the mess ...
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Always Backwards
Always backwards, the clock turns
time moves forward in my world
this is not the case on YouTube
when I binge watch the history
viewing a channel in reverse
the opposite of what they saw
regression by moving pictures
turning back to where we were.
Watching the years fall back
one, two, three, and more
to a time I barely remember
there they are as if today
outcomes are seen before the promise
the only mystery is what was said
before events took their place
commitments made against the good and bad.
...
time moves forward in my world
this is not the case on YouTube
when I binge watch the history
viewing a channel in reverse
the opposite of what they saw
regression by moving pictures
turning back to where we were.
Watching the years fall back
one, two, three, and more
to a time I barely remember
there they are as if today
outcomes are seen before the promise
the only mystery is what was said
before events took their place
commitments made against the good and bad.
...
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I Once Lived
I once lived in a land
filled with quicksand pits
deep enough to kill
dragged me down until
I could no longer breath
yet in my lingering pain
I was still very much alive
destined to survive
anguish drove me to madness
the former was just life
driving me to lunacy
within my own four walls
there I found a door
writing to find the link
to others outside of angst
or those who shared my shame
here is the rub I try to say
that end of times came to mind
it was a thought I've long had
yet I...
filled with quicksand pits
deep enough to kill
dragged me down until
I could no longer breath
yet in my lingering pain
I was still very much alive
destined to survive
anguish drove me to madness
the former was just life
driving me to lunacy
within my own four walls
there I found a door
writing to find the link
to others outside of angst
or those who shared my shame
here is the rub I try to say
that end of times came to mind
it was a thought I've long had
yet I...
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My Mistakes
I’m reminded of my youth
the one I lost while confused
in the doldrums of my making
uneducated to the beauty shown
I wonder where I got off track
lost in the weeds of mistakes
lessons placed at my feet
prompts for a life better lived
I knew not how to speak
this is assured misconceptions
trip of tongue, slip of mind
saying words with outside voice
it was enough to tempt quiet
silence held with mouth shut
I’ll instead mull the words
improve the utterance as I learn
my judgment was unhoned
blunders...
the one I lost while confused
in the doldrums of my making
uneducated to the beauty shown
I wonder where I got off track
lost in the weeds of mistakes
lessons placed at my feet
prompts for a life better lived
I knew not how to speak
this is assured misconceptions
trip of tongue, slip of mind
saying words with outside voice
it was enough to tempt quiet
silence held with mouth shut
I’ll instead mull the words
improve the utterance as I learn
my judgment was unhoned
blunders...
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The Naked Self
You tell me I wear too much
mantles laid on the naked self
around the person you’d like to see
hiding goodies underneath
revelation has its reward
exterior stripped and put aside
the seeing of what’s been hid
revelation of the inner self
intellect is plain enough
the brain put forward as a sham
because this is a three cup game
a scam to safely shroud my pain
inside I am emotion’s bitch
desires and fears well embraced
buried deep in sepulcher
beneath distraction of the mind
humor is its own reward ...
mantles laid on the naked self
around the person you’d like to see
hiding goodies underneath
revelation has its reward
exterior stripped and put aside
the seeing of what’s been hid
revelation of the inner self
intellect is plain enough
the brain put forward as a sham
because this is a three cup game
a scam to safely shroud my pain
inside I am emotion’s bitch
desires and fears well embraced
buried deep in sepulcher
beneath distraction of the mind
humor is its own reward ...
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My Cold Dead Heart
Your eyes hinted
with the world
nothing offered
in full promise
unblinking orbs
full of hunger
look into the soul
absorbing it all
I see clarity
purpose unknown
I see vitality
source deep within
life resides here
welcoming me
inviting departure
if I fall inside
kindness is envisioned
returned now in kind
then I find the tip
dagger unsheathed
pools of emotion
shadows at play
I’ll swim the deep
depths where promises die
look into the eyes
beauty thy name ...
with the world
nothing offered
in full promise
unblinking orbs
full of hunger
look into the soul
absorbing it all
I see clarity
purpose unknown
I see vitality
source deep within
life resides here
welcoming me
inviting departure
if I fall inside
kindness is envisioned
returned now in kind
then I find the tip
dagger unsheathed
pools of emotion
shadows at play
I’ll swim the deep
depths where promises die
look into the eyes
beauty thy name ...
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Bended Knee
I consider on bended knee
the task how to be worthy
true to the highest goals
put forth by best intents
with integrity as the mark
faithfulness to contracts
reputation prominent
truthfulness targeted
no accuser may confront
a person with honor so defined
this is the theory put to test
yet I wonder where it may rest
when society is split in half
and then again by detail's weight
opinions differ as groups debate
infinium from mobs to self
what is felt as honor is besmirched
by the holiest and most...
the task how to be worthy
true to the highest goals
put forth by best intents
with integrity as the mark
faithfulness to contracts
reputation prominent
truthfulness targeted
no accuser may confront
a person with honor so defined
this is the theory put to test
yet I wonder where it may rest
when society is split in half
and then again by detail's weight
opinions differ as groups debate
infinium from mobs to self
what is felt as honor is besmirched
by the holiest and most...
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Cassandra
Cassandra calling
prophetic disclaimer
of events befalling
the insensible ones
when she does speak
regretting the pain
worlds are fast lost
on words then unheard
to kiss would be pleasure
if it were the way
when spit is the answer
betrayal is plain
blind lead the deaf
each keeping their council
while Cassandra berates
the fallen of heaven
the stubborn resist
unconcerned for their past
the future unhinges
on the lore now deplored.
© 2016, Sean Green. All Rights...
prophetic disclaimer
of events befalling
the insensible ones
when she does speak
regretting the pain
worlds are fast lost
on words then unheard
to kiss would be pleasure
if it were the way
when spit is the answer
betrayal is plain
blind lead the deaf
each keeping their council
while Cassandra berates
the fallen of heaven
the stubborn resist
unconcerned for their past
the future unhinges
on the lore now deplored.
© 2016, Sean Green. All Rights...
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Yes It Was
It wasn’t easy
(yes it was)
to fully love you
(above the lust)
to move beyond
the stumbling steps
(mine alone)
heading toward
the plunge into
(free fall plunge)
the loss of self
to find the sum
(there you were)
of two from ones
to move beyond
the safety zone
(what did I do?)
into bliss, into joy
outside of lines
drawn for myself
(what was the reason?)
erased to show
where we combined
lost from view
where I began
and you ceased
(now I am I lost)
except because...
(yes it was)
to fully love you
(above the lust)
to move beyond
the stumbling steps
(mine alone)
heading toward
the plunge into
(free fall plunge)
the loss of self
to find the sum
(there you were)
of two from ones
to move beyond
the safety zone
(what did I do?)
into bliss, into joy
outside of lines
drawn for myself
(what was the reason?)
erased to show
where we combined
lost from view
where I began
and you ceased
(now I am I lost)
except because...
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