Submissions by runningturtle87
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
If it's not intimate, what's the point?......................
Cross-Synchronization
She on this path
he on that path
neither one
on the same path
although their paths
are on each other's paths
for intersection.
Nothing to do to avoid it
one universe on this branch
another universe on that branch
both branches in the same multiverse
and nothing to do but wait
and then sooner or later
a déjà vu of reincarnation,
a cliptic vibratory tonality
like a reintarnation
and they are at it again
in another time
in another space
all the same
with different colors
and languages,
but...
he on that path
neither one
on the same path
although their paths
are on each other's paths
for intersection.
Nothing to do to avoid it
one universe on this branch
another universe on that branch
both branches in the same multiverse
and nothing to do but wait
and then sooner or later
a déjà vu of reincarnation,
a cliptic vibratory tonality
like a reintarnation
and they are at it again
in another time
in another space
all the same
with different colors
and languages,
but...
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In an Instant
A day
of health
is all
that matters...
we ask
for the moon
and get a rock.....
sometimes
a few hours
of life
is all we get.....
it takes
a little practice
to live longer.
Think about the stars;
they live a twinkle
at a time.
A few drops,
a grain of sand,
the reflection
of a glint,
and in an instant,
the world
is transformed
into either
nothing
or everything
there is.
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of health
is all
that matters...
we ask
for the moon
and get a rock.....
sometimes
a few hours
of life
is all we get.....
it takes
a little practice
to live longer.
Think about the stars;
they live a twinkle
at a time.
A few drops,
a grain of sand,
the reflection
of a glint,
and in an instant,
the world
is transformed
into either
nothing
or everything
there is.
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Inflection
The tone in her voice as she coiled by my side.
the textured soft skin and her silken lips shied,
Each mumbled breath as she slept unaware,
her limber caresses and careless free care:
these are the visions that take up my view;
all I can see are these visions of you.
Tossed to the staircase all those layers and clothes.
and there in the mirror your mouth and your nose;
the ten thousand errands you've sent me out on,
off to the baker's or else to the pond.
So many memories fresh in my mind,
not one I'm willing to leave left behind:...
the textured soft skin and her silken lips shied,
Each mumbled breath as she slept unaware,
her limber caresses and careless free care:
these are the visions that take up my view;
all I can see are these visions of you.
Tossed to the staircase all those layers and clothes.
and there in the mirror your mouth and your nose;
the ten thousand errands you've sent me out on,
off to the baker's or else to the pond.
So many memories fresh in my mind,
not one I'm willing to leave left behind:...
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On Haiku
That Basho had
complete command,
a biometric meter,
to speak a given line
in hand,
some seventeen
syllabic notes
and oddly scansioned
reader,
does not undo
the needed note
that lends
the quest
at bay,
in any given
moment,
on any given day,
his breathe
remained identical,
and he was held
no cuckoo;
only his
was just right there,
for, he breathed
just like Kinsaku.
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complete command,
a biometric meter,
to speak a given line
in hand,
some seventeen
syllabic notes
and oddly scansioned
reader,
does not undo
the needed note
that lends
the quest
at bay,
in any given
moment,
on any given day,
his breathe
remained identical,
and he was held
no cuckoo;
only his
was just right there,
for, he breathed
just like Kinsaku.
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Go Down HO Down: Make up Sex, New Age Cowboy Style
The trouble that we went through to have a little fling
still later was sweet energy that lost what it could bring.
If what you need is to release and lose all your control,
then why waste time, just get in line, and let your body roll.
Whatever courage that it takes to get your crevice wet
is always at your beck and call and never mind, "Not yet!"
We can go for days and days in Kundalini fire,
we'll turn up all the music then and sing until we're higher!
So, don't waste time by picking at some sore or kicking dogs,
'cause if we play...
still later was sweet energy that lost what it could bring.
If what you need is to release and lose all your control,
then why waste time, just get in line, and let your body roll.
Whatever courage that it takes to get your crevice wet
is always at your beck and call and never mind, "Not yet!"
We can go for days and days in Kundalini fire,
we'll turn up all the music then and sing until we're higher!
So, don't waste time by picking at some sore or kicking dogs,
'cause if we play...
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And Now
Walking through the restaurant on the way back to his seat
he spied a face so perfect that his heart began to beat.
The closer to inspection, the more and more it sped,
until when then he had nearly passed, a pounding in his head!
His feet walked by, but somehow left his own attention waning,
and as he travelled on ahead his energy was draining.
At last he turned and looked full face into these eyes divine
and as if he had had no choice at all and possession had his mind,
he blurted out in warmest tones expressing all his bliss,
"I wonder if you'd...
he spied a face so perfect that his heart began to beat.
The closer to inspection, the more and more it sped,
until when then he had nearly passed, a pounding in his head!
His feet walked by, but somehow left his own attention waning,
and as he travelled on ahead his energy was draining.
At last he turned and looked full face into these eyes divine
and as if he had had no choice at all and possession had his mind,
he blurted out in warmest tones expressing all his bliss,
"I wonder if you'd...
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Speaking at Dusk
When a conversation
swelters
to the canyon's rim,
the juncture
of the passion
can be sung just
like a hymn.
The alter call
and kneeling jest
and verse
and verse refrained
the mercy there
is hardly best
if not one voice
is trained.
And so
before the walk
among the overlook
and view
the words
that make
the context rise
are then so
given hue:
Encouragement
is taken in
and made
to speak
in waves,
and if
the message
gathers home,
the fire...
swelters
to the canyon's rim,
the juncture
of the passion
can be sung just
like a hymn.
The alter call
and kneeling jest
and verse
and verse refrained
the mercy there
is hardly best
if not one voice
is trained.
And so
before the walk
among the overlook
and view
the words
that make
the context rise
are then so
given hue:
Encouragement
is taken in
and made
to speak
in waves,
and if
the message
gathers home,
the fire...
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Baiting
Indelicacies
of nibbled
trepidations
are not the kind
of fruit I toss
or bath
with false flirtations.
Much milder words
are meant
for those
whose eyes
are not so wild,
but with your orbs
rolled back to clench
and lips to bite beguiled,
the chance that this
is chance alone
and not some
woo-filled thrust
is probably much
the same for you
that flutters
near to bust.
So, care be taken
stepping up
and calling
to the bluff,
for if the seas
are salted here
the...
of nibbled
trepidations
are not the kind
of fruit I toss
or bath
with false flirtations.
Much milder words
are meant
for those
whose eyes
are not so wild,
but with your orbs
rolled back to clench
and lips to bite beguiled,
the chance that this
is chance alone
and not some
woo-filled thrust
is probably much
the same for you
that flutters
near to bust.
So, care be taken
stepping up
and calling
to the bluff,
for if the seas
are salted here
the...
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Playful Rhapsody
Far from being
unapproachable
in the sandbox
of life,
I tunnel
beneath,
hoping to meet
the eager fingers
of others
who,
in their fiery breath,
are frantic
also
to feel
and taste
and smear
the wet sand
along their brows
as furrows dug
become the dens
of those
who would become
the bearers
of a growing
new mythology
of being,
a borderless quest
of intimate behaviors
and telling stories,
revealed
in the legend
of our play.
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unapproachable
in the sandbox
of life,
I tunnel
beneath,
hoping to meet
the eager fingers
of others
who,
in their fiery breath,
are frantic
also
to feel
and taste
and smear
the wet sand
along their brows
as furrows dug
become the dens
of those
who would become
the bearers
of a growing
new mythology
of being,
a borderless quest
of intimate behaviors
and telling stories,
revealed
in the legend
of our play.
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Dissolution
From moment
to moment,
I cannot
remember a thing
that has happened
to me
over the course
of six decades;
can't paint
what I see,
can't draw
what is right
in front
of me,
and all I sense
is what is
right there,
taking
and talking
and being
nakedly handed
to me
by the sensuous being
of the unbridled
inner-eye
of the all seeing;
the way
that I feel
without the abstractions
of expectations
and rituals,
and all I know,
is that
in this...
to moment,
I cannot
remember a thing
that has happened
to me
over the course
of six decades;
can't paint
what I see,
can't draw
what is right
in front
of me,
and all I sense
is what is
right there,
taking
and talking
and being
nakedly handed
to me
by the sensuous being
of the unbridled
inner-eye
of the all seeing;
the way
that I feel
without the abstractions
of expectations
and rituals,
and all I know,
is that
in this...
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Ravaged
To meet
the savaged
inner prisoner
living deep within,
the heart must stand
the ruthless forces,
broken rocks and skin.
No small task
to delve so fallen,
no shy shielded dove,
for to know
the beast locked inward
bares a lust's
unbridled soul.
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the savaged
inner prisoner
living deep within,
the heart must stand
the ruthless forces,
broken rocks and skin.
No small task
to delve so fallen,
no shy shielded dove,
for to know
the beast locked inward
bares a lust's
unbridled soul.
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The Petrified Forest
One hitchhiker
yields another
in the galaxy's guide,
for forty-two
the answer rings,
and all the idiots hide.
Never do
the questions quit,
nor do
the answers bring,
but round
and round
insurance calls
for emptiness
the bride
doth ride
and wears
the wedding ring.
Lest the meaning
here belongs
to only those
gone stone,
those movie
mashup songs
abound
and never do
go home.
My meaning clear
then given plain
and left
upon the table's
vast...
yields another
in the galaxy's guide,
for forty-two
the answer rings,
and all the idiots hide.
Never do
the questions quit,
nor do
the answers bring,
but round
and round
insurance calls
for emptiness
the bride
doth ride
and wears
the wedding ring.
Lest the meaning
here belongs
to only those
gone stone,
those movie
mashup songs
abound
and never do
go home.
My meaning clear
then given plain
and left
upon the table's
vast...
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