Submissions by souladareatease
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Curiosity killed the cat, but for a while I was a suspect- Steven Wright
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
13th Nov 2019 4:26pm
13th Nov 2019 4:26pm
Joro
I held roses
for the dying heart
a bruise emblem sleeve to footwear
O Wizened Entity, placed in greatness long may those eyes protect,
bless and save thee.
Gatekeepers watch, awaiting those that book passage
into hidden garden grove
thy wooden wise one we place our faith to Your protection
hearth of spirit, looking glass divine
we Your children,dress Your spritely visage
emblazoned emblem, totem to All Faith
She The Goddess praised within place
No total amnesty Her eyes and Ours...
for the dying heart
a bruise emblem sleeve to footwear
O Wizened Entity, placed in greatness long may those eyes protect,
bless and save thee.
Gatekeepers watch, awaiting those that book passage
into hidden garden grove
thy wooden wise one we place our faith to Your protection
hearth of spirit, looking glass divine
we Your children,dress Your spritely visage
emblazoned emblem, totem to All Faith
She The Goddess praised within place
No total amnesty Her eyes and Ours...
#forest
#trees
#flowers
#nature
#LifeCycle
1236 reads
23 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Nov 2019 10:18am
4th Nov 2019 10:18am
Winded
s
#rain
#storm
#wind
1064 reads
21 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
28th Oct 2019 6:07pm
28th Oct 2019 6:07pm
The Peach
Wield thy sword and shield
for the day has come
O Yes... another one
Crop-circles form over an even-edged field
while blocks roll further down laden paths
row upon row, blade to soil, crease to fruit
beckons
spoiled labor, whisper those not over-turned
-ever
blacken the stalk as dot the eyes
remain
this ash of monument
sense to pride
glow to shimmer, flickering mosquito
race the inner glaze
within the jar of hope for an outside contaminated world
Noon day sometime ...
for the day has come
O Yes... another one
Crop-circles form over an even-edged field
while blocks roll further down laden paths
row upon row, blade to soil, crease to fruit
beckons
spoiled labor, whisper those not over-turned
-ever
blacken the stalk as dot the eyes
remain
this ash of monument
sense to pride
glow to shimmer, flickering mosquito
race the inner glaze
within the jar of hope for an outside contaminated world
Noon day sometime ...
#grief
#strength
#faith
#mythology
#tradition
717 reads
8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Oct 2019 12:36pm
12th Oct 2019 12:36pm
Groundhog day
Scratching at the ears of giants
we whisper
can you see me
mouthing the words
Dust enters eye
we clean... despite it all
carried by self-reliance
clearing our throat
do you feel that pang
the urgency
when written with more elegance
is it flair
will it prove intelligence
or simply be obnoxious
"he who talk loud, say nothing"
someone take the garbage out
please
...never happens it just continues rolling around
incessant
the...
we whisper
can you see me
mouthing the words
Dust enters eye
we clean... despite it all
carried by self-reliance
clearing our throat
do you feel that pang
the urgency
when written with more elegance
is it flair
will it prove intelligence
or simply be obnoxious
"he who talk loud, say nothing"
someone take the garbage out
please
...never happens it just continues rolling around
incessant
the...
#learning
632 reads
2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
10th Oct 2019 4:02pm
10th Oct 2019 4:02pm
Of Moss And Pride
I the child of green
fit fine to forest floors
the bed of moss under Mother of pearl crush leaf to folded arm
we stretch together every vine tip to tree
the mushroom morel and may-apple dram
that Ash and Oak press on
the weight of them
staggers this lay of land
I watch the holler meander down protected valleys, kissed by honeysuckle and silver bedded streams
we eat of raspberry, blackberry and elder licking sweet nectar whilst thinking jam
tap slowly the maple tree and let firm the sap
sugar-cubes to hand awaiting Winters...
fit fine to forest floors
the bed of moss under Mother of pearl crush leaf to folded arm
we stretch together every vine tip to tree
the mushroom morel and may-apple dram
that Ash and Oak press on
the weight of them
staggers this lay of land
I watch the holler meander down protected valleys, kissed by honeysuckle and silver bedded streams
we eat of raspberry, blackberry and elder licking sweet nectar whilst thinking jam
tap slowly the maple tree and let firm the sap
sugar-cubes to hand awaiting Winters...
#forest
#nature
854 reads
15 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Oct 2019 1:15pm
6th Oct 2019 1:15pm
File of Sin Eaters
#love
#admiration
#respect
1088 reads
18 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
6th Sep 2019 1:54pm
6th Sep 2019 1:54pm
Summer Swallowed
#summer
1308 reads
17 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
25th Jun 2019 12:58pm
25th Jun 2019 12:58pm
And Odysseus Ate
Mysticism flows through tear dripped leaves
psalm sung umbrella
periodic whisper
sails billow
open pliant comb, Homeric passage
weep in woe, thine eye
wave upon wave
with hope dye
a stain preservation, set to stone
love, trust, secure
salient shoulder
without hint of ohms signature
we flow
forward and bold
face to flame envelopes, Faustian fed fire
sold to the journey, written on bone
psalm sung umbrella
periodic whisper
sails billow
open pliant comb, Homeric passage
weep in woe, thine eye
wave upon wave
with hope dye
a stain preservation, set to stone
love, trust, secure
salient shoulder
without hint of ohms signature
we flow
forward and bold
face to flame envelopes, Faustian fed fire
sold to the journey, written on bone
#hope
949 reads
16 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
19th May 2019 5:17pm
19th May 2019 5:17pm
No Other More Tolerant
Gold hues with soft laps from giving blue, spread out like fingers
lay a low calm whisper its serenity, whistling peace through leaf and tree
I have lived this, bear the mark-blood to soil
an arrow of rock stands in testament for mid-river fishing
the row gathers as netted vine captures bounty
so slow goes the bronzed one, setting fire upon glass
we breathe deep in silhouette watching the magma shine fall to the past
Blight borne of ignorance from smokestack lightning
carves desperation from new-found traditions
Pave the way...
lay a low calm whisper its serenity, whistling peace through leaf and tree
I have lived this, bear the mark-blood to soil
an arrow of rock stands in testament for mid-river fishing
the row gathers as netted vine captures bounty
so slow goes the bronzed one, setting fire upon glass
we breathe deep in silhouette watching the magma shine fall to the past
Blight borne of ignorance from smokestack lightning
carves desperation from new-found traditions
Pave the way...
#sea
#sky
#nature
774 reads
9 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Sep 2018 11:32pm
16th Sep 2018 11:32pm
Plasticity
The furies driven wild
have attacked without compromise
brambles to thickets, worn
cry, divulge, expel
flown
still flowing far, far away
to a grey and polarized realm
bottom-feeders with swine
wallow in the mud
grunting
gulp away, swollen fat
as cows chew grass
the cud moves
constant
as meditative reassurance
how muted our colours have become
in this age of reason
the deplorable surf
chips away cliff-sides
with a more violent
spray of gray
that solid sod and green grass...
have attacked without compromise
brambles to thickets, worn
cry, divulge, expel
flown
still flowing far, far away
to a grey and polarized realm
bottom-feeders with swine
wallow in the mud
grunting
gulp away, swollen fat
as cows chew grass
the cud moves
constant
as meditative reassurance
how muted our colours have become
in this age of reason
the deplorable surf
chips away cliff-sides
with a more violent
spray of gray
that solid sod and green grass...
#strength
#hope
#courage
#motivational
#inspirational
712 reads
7 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Sep 2017 10:09am
2nd Sep 2017 10:09am
I Could Walk A 1000 Miles
Hand me the hairpin unlock this solid door
I see those trees bark from every possible side
yet I swear, never
have, windows nor grass looked so deathly black
coldness comes with the dog of August
memories of many a September
so there it is...
(tentatively)
premonition
more truth,
more blood
for harsh dead Winter
were the lights in the sky mere mirage
painted walls with two-tone absence
streams flow down desolate avenue
scream
silent screams
pass so many cars, hanging on
mid-morning...
I see those trees bark from every possible side
yet I swear, never
have, windows nor grass looked so deathly black
coldness comes with the dog of August
memories of many a September
so there it is...
(tentatively)
premonition
more truth,
more blood
for harsh dead Winter
were the lights in the sky mere mirage
painted walls with two-tone absence
streams flow down desolate avenue
scream
silent screams
pass so many cars, hanging on
mid-morning...
#love
#music
#lyrics
#dance
#nonfiction
878 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Aug 2017 6:09am
20th Aug 2017 6:09am
At Odds
To don the freedom of civil garb
we stand again to look at America squarely in the face.
This country of ours, despite all
its better souls have done and dreamed;
is yet a shameful land...
It lynches
It disenfranchises its own citizens
It encourages ignorance
It steals from Us
It insults Us
We return from fighting, we return fighting.
Make way for democracy."
~W.E.B Du Bois
There is a voodoo about suppressing change.
Not the healing kind, but that glamour of infinite possibility...
A hex...
we stand again to look at America squarely in the face.
This country of ours, despite all
its better souls have done and dreamed;
is yet a shameful land...
It lynches
It disenfranchises its own citizens
It encourages ignorance
It steals from Us
It insults Us
We return from fighting, we return fighting.
Make way for democracy."
~W.E.B Du Bois
There is a voodoo about suppressing change.
Not the healing kind, but that glamour of infinite possibility...
A hex...
#politics
#humankind
#freedom
#inequality
#StreamOfConsciousness
1318 reads
11 Comments
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