Submissions by whale
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Sep 2015 1:56am
19th Sep 2015 1:56am
BANKNOTE
Kisses for cash
In excommunicated pulses
A Judas on demand
John the Baptist on a plate
Every note a hope
That chokes the beholder
A weeping Jack
In the castle of an emperor
No hold is safe
No safe can hold
A promise frozen
That beguiles the bearer
A golden clip gripped
By a grubby thumb printer
Wet with the sweat
Of a hanging sweetness
This lingering noose
Is a fruit passed its season
That put the shit
In cash it
In excommunicated pulses
A Judas on demand
John the Baptist on a plate
Every note a hope
That chokes the beholder
A weeping Jack
In the castle of an emperor
No hold is safe
No safe can hold
A promise frozen
That beguiles the bearer
A golden clip gripped
By a grubby thumb printer
Wet with the sweat
Of a hanging sweetness
This lingering noose
Is a fruit passed its season
That put the shit
In cash it
835 reads
12 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
18th Jul 2015 4:25pm
18th Jul 2015 4:25pm
77
I am this crumpled cover sheet crushed and creased
Wooden headrest wooden buddha wood floor boards
Yesterday’s bitter coffee today's dinner half eaten
A screen flickering intermittently
A murmuring screen in the corner
A muslin hanging from iron hooks and taut wire
A book well thumbed unopened and discarded as untrue
I am landing light through the door and light shade
Light on the home-stitched patchwork at my feet
My beads the cross on my heart clavicle scapula
We become what we have half-seen
Seek - have touched and I offer this...
Wooden headrest wooden buddha wood floor boards
Yesterday’s bitter coffee today's dinner half eaten
A screen flickering intermittently
A murmuring screen in the corner
A muslin hanging from iron hooks and taut wire
A book well thumbed unopened and discarded as untrue
I am landing light through the door and light shade
Light on the home-stitched patchwork at my feet
My beads the cross on my heart clavicle scapula
We become what we have half-seen
Seek - have touched and I offer this...
1240 reads
18 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Jun 2015 7:23pm
21st Jun 2015 7:23pm
CHARLESTON
That’s not rebel blood on snow white cotton fields
Or on press white shirts of my brethren choir
That’s not my flag or my story nightly told
That’s not my full containers or cargo no longer human
But those are my chains - my rope tied to history
On angel oak or tied on cypress stump
And that’s my voice that hymns
Let My People Go
And those the holy lamb where the sun hung highest
Fell
And those the lion’s mane that shook as proud heads
Fell
Upon that last light on our dark skin as dark as night
Fell
This was the fresh blood of...
Or on press white shirts of my brethren choir
That’s not my flag or my story nightly told
That’s not my full containers or cargo no longer human
But those are my chains - my rope tied to history
On angel oak or tied on cypress stump
And that’s my voice that hymns
Let My People Go
And those the holy lamb where the sun hung highest
Fell
And those the lion’s mane that shook as proud heads
Fell
Upon that last light on our dark skin as dark as night
Fell
This was the fresh blood of...
1121 reads
24 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
19th Jun 2015 10:53pm
19th Jun 2015 10:53pm
PASSING
Her naked skin
Mottled with lime
Leaf shadows
The lichen still moist
Far from summer sight
Less, least, a lease
Of season passing
Pass the seasoning
One egg
Not beaten
Broken in two
A bottomless bowl
Always open
So never
Full
Of love
Full of life
I let go.
Mottled with lime
Leaf shadows
The lichen still moist
Far from summer sight
Less, least, a lease
Of season passing
Pass the seasoning
One egg
Not beaten
Broken in two
A bottomless bowl
Always open
So never
Full
Of love
Full of life
I let go.
874 reads
18 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
8th Jun 2015 6:12am
8th Jun 2015 6:12am
16
In a universe... you are Mary of Megiddo
Kali Mary of the destruction and of the birth
You are Mary of Magdala a fisher of men
Baptising in vesicant spirits and piquant kisses
Kisses that cost your hereditary dreams
Listening to promontory snores drowning
Your precious descant voice and sleep
You are Mary of Kibera of Sheba laughing
And of Eden of Marseille apple wisdom flowing
From your fishing boat from your loving cup
My lover sister my daughter mother
Mary of the little lamb, the lion and the Flood
When fish innocently swum unpunished as...
Kali Mary of the destruction and of the birth
You are Mary of Magdala a fisher of men
Baptising in vesicant spirits and piquant kisses
Kisses that cost your hereditary dreams
Listening to promontory snores drowning
Your precious descant voice and sleep
You are Mary of Kibera of Sheba laughing
And of Eden of Marseille apple wisdom flowing
From your fishing boat from your loving cup
My lover sister my daughter mother
Mary of the little lamb, the lion and the Flood
When fish innocently swum unpunished as...
905 reads
14 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
18th May 2015 11:39pm
18th May 2015 11:39pm
1235
Trim the candle's wick.
Against the spiralling darkness
become a lamp's haloing glow.
Light the candle quick,
for when even night is starless,
it will make a golden light grow.
Let firelight flick
for the dark is farthest,
longing after cock crow;
so keep the light lit
for the guiding dark is heartless.
Against the spiralling darkness
become a lamp's haloing glow.
Light the candle quick,
for when even night is starless,
it will make a golden light grow.
Let firelight flick
for the dark is farthest,
longing after cock crow;
so keep the light lit
for the guiding dark is heartless.
897 reads
16 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
16th May 2015 9:19pm
16th May 2015 9:19pm
316
God gave this son
And who believeth in him
Shall have everlasting life
Foetus blind
Trembling before the first air
Bewildered as science
Before the awe
Unfathomable as atoms
Formed in the mind
Ineffable as things
Because they are named
Clouds that have meaning
Stars that have meaning
Betrayed by time by sleep
Afraid of the grave
Of the grave repetition of living
I am lower than a dog
Because I am loyal
To words
And who believeth in him
Shall have everlasting life
Foetus blind
Trembling before the first air
Bewildered as science
Before the awe
Unfathomable as atoms
Formed in the mind
Ineffable as things
Because they are named
Clouds that have meaning
Stars that have meaning
Betrayed by time by sleep
Afraid of the grave
Of the grave repetition of living
I am lower than a dog
Because I am loyal
To words
932 reads
8 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
16th May 2015 1:29pm
16th May 2015 1:29pm
33
From the mountain top
The streams course constantly changes
The direction does not
The frozen climber's carcass
Thaws down the gulley to Lake Manasovar
Soft limbed as a newly born
The streams course constantly changes
The direction does not
The frozen climber's carcass
Thaws down the gulley to Lake Manasovar
Soft limbed as a newly born
1014 reads
16 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
10th May 2015 7:15pm
10th May 2015 7:15pm
545
Right now is as I remembered it
rabbit hole at the Town's End
rose buds through tendrils twinning
thorns behind leaves behind leaves
with tomorrow now forgotten.
I crossed and would if could cross back
where in the wood the two paths crossed
the one chosen broken winding rotten
leaving a way my blessed place and fate.
I pray that what was broken is what is open
a prayer that creates a gate in the arboretum
where sun and rain abate and I exhort
Forgive my pride, Forgive my greed,
Lift the veil and show me heaven
rabbit hole at the Town's End
rose buds through tendrils twinning
thorns behind leaves behind leaves
with tomorrow now forgotten.
I crossed and would if could cross back
where in the wood the two paths crossed
the one chosen broken winding rotten
leaving a way my blessed place and fate.
I pray that what was broken is what is open
a prayer that creates a gate in the arboretum
where sun and rain abate and I exhort
Forgive my pride, Forgive my greed,
Lift the veil and show me heaven
946 reads
12 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
2nd May 2015 9:06am
2nd May 2015 9:06am
64
There is no hero to this tale
Hercules and Hanuman are gone
Mighty men of lost renown
Who fell to rise and stooped to drown
Beneath a storm upon green waters
Before the flood that brought them down
If you are not of love and angel born
Defiant yet defined in mortal years
If you’re not the beloved one
Then for whom do I write this song
Hercules and Hanuman are gone
Mighty men of lost renown
Who fell to rise and stooped to drown
Beneath a storm upon green waters
Before the flood that brought them down
If you are not of love and angel born
Defiant yet defined in mortal years
If you’re not the beloved one
Then for whom do I write this song
899 reads
12 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
26th Apr 2015 10:45pm
26th Apr 2015 10:45pm
452
a morning of mourning
begging ache for egg bacon
moving slow I hold fast
for what - I don't know
about white bait and nations
or calico warp spirals
a fabric of fever of favour
of the tragic and of magic
of a universe - I know
I will live beyond dawn
because you said - so
begging ache for egg bacon
moving slow I hold fast
for what - I don't know
about white bait and nations
or calico warp spirals
a fabric of fever of favour
of the tragic and of magic
of a universe - I know
I will live beyond dawn
because you said - so
983 reads
14 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
10th Apr 2015 10:15am
10th Apr 2015 10:15am
FOOD
Nothing happened yesterday
nothing today
Over and over you say
Please wrap me up in plastic
In the name of grace
Then get me to a piggery
As pigs leave no trace
The leopard lost its spots
The Zebra won its stripes
The cheetah rutting boar
And mantis pray
nothing today
Over and over you say
Please wrap me up in plastic
In the name of grace
Then get me to a piggery
As pigs leave no trace
The leopard lost its spots
The Zebra won its stripes
The cheetah rutting boar
And mantis pray
911 reads
8 Comments
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