Submissions by whale
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
2nd Jan 2016 3:42am
2nd Jan 2016 3:42am
WAVE
I choose the fish not the cross
And will not a martyr be
But rather a fish or a wave
Of an unchartered yet sunlit sea
Come friend and drink your fill
For why should we strangers be
When I am but a standing wave
And you are a swell like me
O wave become the rain
O rain become the sea
O if I wave at you
Will you wave at me
And will not a martyr be
But rather a fish or a wave
Of an unchartered yet sunlit sea
Come friend and drink your fill
For why should we strangers be
When I am but a standing wave
And you are a swell like me
O wave become the rain
O rain become the sea
O if I wave at you
Will you wave at me
1255 reads
24 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
26th Dec 2015 6:22pm
26th Dec 2015 6:22pm
HERDSMAN
The herdsman sleeps with his cattle
His feet in their dung
And their fleas in his eyes
Happy he's not alone
Giving thanks for their milk
In the dark he'll build a fire
That no amount of dark
Can overcome
Sending sparks of glitter
Glad at what he's done
Hewn from the bodhi blaze
He makes a drum of bark
And dares to be delivered
His happiness the light
That's shining in the dark
Shining in the dark
His face white with fire ash
Not even waiting for the sun
He dances jumping high
For tomorrow may be his...
His feet in their dung
And their fleas in his eyes
Happy he's not alone
Giving thanks for their milk
In the dark he'll build a fire
That no amount of dark
Can overcome
Sending sparks of glitter
Glad at what he's done
Hewn from the bodhi blaze
He makes a drum of bark
And dares to be delivered
His happiness the light
That's shining in the dark
Shining in the dark
His face white with fire ash
Not even waiting for the sun
He dances jumping high
For tomorrow may be his...
977 reads
19 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Dec 2015 5:58pm
20th Dec 2015 5:58pm
REFUGE
An elliptic moon brighter
Than the light of fishing boats
Upon the black sea
That fell on the swell
Of the port shore
Where Amal's body washed in
No passport will help
Where he's going
Or a medical degree or rich father
And he won't need a home
Or hope either
Or nations or states or borders
Or mine or yours
For home is where the hating is
His thoughts
Half water half dust
His choices
Drought or drown
He can no longer remember
The home fires of the Sahara
Bright...
Than the light of fishing boats
Upon the black sea
That fell on the swell
Of the port shore
Where Amal's body washed in
No passport will help
Where he's going
Or a medical degree or rich father
And he won't need a home
Or hope either
Or nations or states or borders
Or mine or yours
For home is where the hating is
His thoughts
Half water half dust
His choices
Drought or drown
He can no longer remember
The home fires of the Sahara
Bright...
877 reads
10 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Dec 2015 1:42pm
5th Dec 2015 1:42pm
APPLES
Five crab apples for squirrels
With half crazed eyes
And unswept leaves in my garden
Car horns squeak on street corners
Honked by time starved mums
Belted kids squeezed into the back
We mind wet stairs underground
We mind the gap
And mind the squeeze of strangers
Now too big to hold his hand
And blazer too small
I squeeze one shoulder gently
Always look for the good in others
I'd like to say to him
Not - have a nice day - at the gate
With half crazed eyes
And unswept leaves in my garden
Car horns squeak on street corners
Honked by time starved mums
Belted kids squeezed into the back
We mind wet stairs underground
We mind the gap
And mind the squeeze of strangers
Now too big to hold his hand
And blazer too small
I squeeze one shoulder gently
Always look for the good in others
I'd like to say to him
Not - have a nice day - at the gate
746 reads
12 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
3rd Dec 2015 10:10am
3rd Dec 2015 10:10am
NAME
Drawn in like air off mountain climbs
Hear oh those with ears
For here is the year of the herd
And here much unheard
Exhale and exile mourning
From your stale morning words
For what describes us divides us
A sword in tales of old
Khadijah taught belief
Sarah in true faith
And Magda in oil and water
And Tekla with sacrifice
And Yeshe said she made
A Miracle to reclaim the one
From the various from the various
Echoes of saviour ring
Yea those with ears to hear
Become as...
Hear oh those with ears
For here is the year of the herd
And here much unheard
Exhale and exile mourning
From your stale morning words
For what describes us divides us
A sword in tales of old
Khadijah taught belief
Sarah in true faith
And Magda in oil and water
And Tekla with sacrifice
And Yeshe said she made
A Miracle to reclaim the one
From the various from the various
Echoes of saviour ring
Yea those with ears to hear
Become as...
794 reads
14 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
15th Nov 2015 9:27am
15th Nov 2015 9:27am
4234
W(h)ine like stale milk wrestled
From a withered breast
Stolen from the lip
Cheers
And a good health
Doesn't mean
A long life
And
A long life
Doesn't mean you've grown wise
But if you're not wise be honest
And if not honest be mild and
Kinder than the milk of humankind
From a withered breast
Stolen from the lip
Cheers
And a good health
Doesn't mean
A long life
And
A long life
Doesn't mean you've grown wise
But if you're not wise be honest
And if not honest be mild and
Kinder than the milk of humankind
885 reads
13 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Nov 2015 9:46pm
7th Nov 2015 9:46pm
744
The face of a slave mirrored
Is the sheer glass on Zayhed Road
And an orange beetle clutching nothing
A mountaineer without accolades
Or seaview just airtime and curry
To remind him of a home
Worse than this
How calm the Dubai marina
And a cocktail of liars
With ice with sand on our feet
And the little boats bobbing
Two hundred years from now
This sweat and tears forgotten
This laughter and the remains
Our folly the stars and the sand
Is the sheer glass on Zayhed Road
And an orange beetle clutching nothing
A mountaineer without accolades
Or seaview just airtime and curry
To remind him of a home
Worse than this
How calm the Dubai marina
And a cocktail of liars
With ice with sand on our feet
And the little boats bobbing
Two hundred years from now
This sweat and tears forgotten
This laughter and the remains
Our folly the stars and the sand
898 reads
14 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
7th Nov 2015 11:25am
7th Nov 2015 11:25am
EARTH
Born in the bowels
Of a greater body
I drop to the ground
Steaming
Nourishing the earth
For the lilies
I shall bear my mother
I shall love my lover
I shall keep my brother
All and all again
Same and same again
Till I remember you
Born on your tender lips
I heard a greater word
That left no separateness
For my consciousness,
Between my eyes and skies
No need for good byes
Nor for a death foretold
Of a greater body
I drop to the ground
Steaming
Nourishing the earth
For the lilies
I shall bear my mother
I shall love my lover
I shall keep my brother
All and all again
Same and same again
Till I remember you
Born on your tender lips
I heard a greater word
That left no separateness
For my consciousness,
Between my eyes and skies
No need for good byes
Nor for a death foretold
779 reads
10 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
10th Oct 2015 9:43pm
10th Oct 2015 9:43pm
CUP
You'll be his sweet
If you dine with the devil
Stone the wild dogs instead
That dine on the battlefield dead
Spilling bitter bread
(Regurgitated as half chewed meat)
Better still shelter the broken with your body
And cup the cold rain to sip drip by drip tip to lip
Or empty the cup and wash
your hands
Cupped steadily on your lap
Open without expectation
(Fire lit beneath a darkening sky)
If you dine with the devil
Stone the wild dogs instead
That dine on the battlefield dead
Spilling bitter bread
(Regurgitated as half chewed meat)
Better still shelter the broken with your body
And cup the cold rain to sip drip by drip tip to lip
Or empty the cup and wash
your hands
Cupped steadily on your lap
Open without expectation
(Fire lit beneath a darkening sky)
786 reads
16 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
25th Sep 2015 5:30am
25th Sep 2015 5:30am
WILD
In praise of Wild dogs
That harry the fen doe
Who would know
Their rabid frothing
Ensures wyre eddies flow
In praise of wild dogs
That never take No
Though weepy flea bitten
They write their own lines
Till the right line is written
In praise of wild dogs
That herd cattle or cats
And howl at the moon
Till the sun comes back
Praise us wild dogs
Lame and lone
Out on the moor.
That harry the fen doe
Who would know
Their rabid frothing
Ensures wyre eddies flow
In praise of wild dogs
That never take No
Though weepy flea bitten
They write their own lines
Till the right line is written
In praise of wild dogs
That herd cattle or cats
And howl at the moon
Till the sun comes back
Praise us wild dogs
Lame and lone
Out on the moor.
826 reads
10 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2015 9:23pm
22nd Sep 2015 9:23pm
ONION
And my boots scuff at the heel
But I don't feel the chaff as I march
And my shirts fray at the cuff
Hurting rough beneath the starch
And this wart I grew in anger
And this ulcer out of hate
Like loving in Virginia
I need out of this state.
So I cook slow thyme and sage
And rub ginger with my finger
Making something out of nothing
That I found inside my fridge
And the onion catch my eyes
My heart's the rhythm of the knife
And the sun upon the porch shouts
Thank God I'm Alive
For I need nothing more than
The rest of...
But I don't feel the chaff as I march
And my shirts fray at the cuff
Hurting rough beneath the starch
And this wart I grew in anger
And this ulcer out of hate
Like loving in Virginia
I need out of this state.
So I cook slow thyme and sage
And rub ginger with my finger
Making something out of nothing
That I found inside my fridge
And the onion catch my eyes
My heart's the rhythm of the knife
And the sun upon the porch shouts
Thank God I'm Alive
For I need nothing more than
The rest of...
1000 reads
18 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Sep 2015 9:06pm
19th Sep 2015 9:06pm
76
My glasses no longer work
For me
I wear them to see my children
And children playing
To see this sunrise that moon
Chop herbs finely
To catch you dancing
But not to pour scotch
Or to feel my lonely skin
Or to see a sea breeze
Or Coltrane or memories
Or this human hullabaloo
And its trampled
For me
I wear them to see my children
And children playing
To see this sunrise that moon
Chop herbs finely
To catch you dancing
But not to pour scotch
Or to feel my lonely skin
Or to see a sea breeze
Or Coltrane or memories
Or this human hullabaloo
And its trampled
989 reads
16 Comments
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