Submissions by whale
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
seek and you will find when you search with all your heart
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
7th Jun 2014 11:43pm
7th Jun 2014 11:43pm
SQUINT
What good shoe resists a polish
And collects the dirt of yesterday.
Lo! below their uppers, soles grey.
Rhythm without musicality.
Mortality without reason,
Religion without morality.
How the cow kings spat
In the mouths of the common people,
Lest their decrees be soiled.
And the Cat Queen fell cast
Defined in gold, jewels and brass
Deaf to her maker's prayers.
Lo! Let them squint and ask anew
For that which cannot be seen,
Except when viewed with the heart.
And collects the dirt of yesterday.
Lo! below their uppers, soles grey.
Rhythm without musicality.
Mortality without reason,
Religion without morality.
How the cow kings spat
In the mouths of the common people,
Lest their decrees be soiled.
And the Cat Queen fell cast
Defined in gold, jewels and brass
Deaf to her maker's prayers.
Lo! Let them squint and ask anew
For that which cannot be seen,
Except when viewed with the heart.
1285 reads
23 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
30th May 2014 3:24pm
30th May 2014 3:24pm
TAPAS
Nails on ankles scratch for cures,
For woes and vex that foes cause
And dystopic eyes focus on distant shores
While wisdom waits.
Blame bites blood to the bone,
Blunt words break wear and wight,
Vane wit vainglories vaults and wanes
While wisdom waits.
A life without needs, needs meaning.
Meaning meaning quietude in love:
Salmon, a sip, jamon, a tapas of brave patatas;
While wisdom waits.
For woes and vex that foes cause
And dystopic eyes focus on distant shores
While wisdom waits.
Blame bites blood to the bone,
Blunt words break wear and wight,
Vane wit vainglories vaults and wanes
While wisdom waits.
A life without needs, needs meaning.
Meaning meaning quietude in love:
Salmon, a sip, jamon, a tapas of brave patatas;
While wisdom waits.
1008 reads
24 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
18th May 2014 9:08am
18th May 2014 9:08am
DESERT
An absoluteness shorn by wind.
Yellow sea, isles of yellow rocks;
Free of contradictions.
No walls, portals nor windows,
Just nothing and the
Contemplation of nothing.
Don't ask me for forgiveness
To absolve your mysteries.
For no sorry nor sorrow worries,
Nor caprice nor princely wishes,
Nor bitter hopes nor sweet hatreds
Survive this desert brow.
And don't look for meanings
In the scorched dust of the air
Or parched dust of your feet,
For water or for wood, empty
Of thought yet full of wonder
For the emphatic of...
Yellow sea, isles of yellow rocks;
Free of contradictions.
No walls, portals nor windows,
Just nothing and the
Contemplation of nothing.
Don't ask me for forgiveness
To absolve your mysteries.
For no sorry nor sorrow worries,
Nor caprice nor princely wishes,
Nor bitter hopes nor sweet hatreds
Survive this desert brow.
And don't look for meanings
In the scorched dust of the air
Or parched dust of your feet,
For water or for wood, empty
Of thought yet full of wonder
For the emphatic of...
1368 reads
26 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
20th Apr 2014 4:07am
20th Apr 2014 4:07am
WORN
when my heart was dishwater
rolling rock dust and powder
and all of my angels had gone back to heaven
feeding from pub nuts out of my pocket
when all was past and passed sweet caring
chutney and chips sweet delicacies
and all her hymns chimney ashes
fag packs beer caps bedded my morning
rain drips my bath water fell from the awnings
shoe bruised worn socks backwards walking
brittle and rattle through battle and warring
came a sweet love calling for me
rolling rock dust and powder
and all of my angels had gone back to heaven
feeding from pub nuts out of my pocket
when all was past and passed sweet caring
chutney and chips sweet delicacies
and all her hymns chimney ashes
fag packs beer caps bedded my morning
rain drips my bath water fell from the awnings
shoe bruised worn socks backwards walking
brittle and rattle through battle and warring
came a sweet love calling for me
1016 reads
33 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
18th Apr 2014 00:56am
18th Apr 2014 00:56am
SWAN
When hope was broken next to less,
A swan turned an egg in her nest.
It is simpleness when one is blessed.
One seed beads garlands of wetland reeds,
A march of hope in a marsh of doubt.
For a seed in weeds is still a seed that will sprout.
Sprout and grow as if only Heaven's above,
For what do seeds and eggs care
When there is love.
A swan turned an egg in her nest.
It is simpleness when one is blessed.
One seed beads garlands of wetland reeds,
A march of hope in a marsh of doubt.
For a seed in weeds is still a seed that will sprout.
Sprout and grow as if only Heaven's above,
For what do seeds and eggs care
When there is love.
972 reads
16 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Mar 2014 4:46pm
29th Mar 2014 4:46pm
GROWS
Cross rose
Prices rose
People rose
Hunger rose
Rose and set
Rose on walls
Rose from dirt
Rose still green
Rose up singing
Thorns and rose
Their voices rose
Rose like a corpse
Rose into a scream
Rose cheeks throats
Gutters red with rose
Gutters bled with rose
Rose higher and higher
Rose red and roses blew
Arose from a war of rose
Rose as violet as violence
Rose on love rose on anger
Rose again as morning rose
Rose to gods from monsters
Girls placards...
Prices rose
People rose
Hunger rose
Rose and set
Rose on walls
Rose from dirt
Rose still green
Rose up singing
Thorns and rose
Their voices rose
Rose like a corpse
Rose into a scream
Rose cheeks throats
Gutters red with rose
Gutters bled with rose
Rose higher and higher
Rose red and roses blew
Arose from a war of rose
Rose as violet as violence
Rose on love rose on anger
Rose again as morning rose
Rose to gods from monsters
Girls placards...
1143 reads
28 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
24th Mar 2014 3:17pm
24th Mar 2014 3:17pm
FATHER
This is the green of great father’s
Sheep and geese and the pond
Floods with late winters’ rains;
Rains run rivulets of tears
On my mother’s face, a lilac light
That comes as the white moon softly come.
And this is the grave of my father’s
Bones and skull and his words
Shape my thoughts as I scream.
Scream for you, for you to hear
Wind blows like woeful bugle blew
Through trees, his foot prints the muddy path home.
This wake, the avenue of my father’s ash,
Yew, oak, elm that grew his Spring buds.
Birds spring,...
Sheep and geese and the pond
Floods with late winters’ rains;
Rains run rivulets of tears
On my mother’s face, a lilac light
That comes as the white moon softly come.
And this is the grave of my father’s
Bones and skull and his words
Shape my thoughts as I scream.
Scream for you, for you to hear
Wind blows like woeful bugle blew
Through trees, his foot prints the muddy path home.
This wake, the avenue of my father’s ash,
Yew, oak, elm that grew his Spring buds.
Birds spring,...
1318 reads
34 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2014 8:47am
22nd Mar 2014 8:47am
VIEW
Last plane to Moldova:
Eastern view clouds over Ukraine;
Western pane, sun sets.
Eastern view clouds over Ukraine;
Western pane, sun sets.
1007 reads
24 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
14th Mar 2014 7:57pm
14th Mar 2014 7:57pm
TRUE
your sword seeks an enemy
rest by this tree instead
for your enemy
if you but knew lives inside your head
you’ve fallen down and your crown
like friends is lost and gone
but that crown
if you but knew was ne’er as gold as sun
your shield fields another’s blow
howls with ice and sleet
but that blow
if you but knew blew you to your feet
you’re naked now and all alone
nothing with nought but you
and that alone
if you but knew was all that was ever true
rest by this tree instead
for your enemy
if you but knew lives inside your head
you’ve fallen down and your crown
like friends is lost and gone
but that crown
if you but knew was ne’er as gold as sun
your shield fields another’s blow
howls with ice and sleet
but that blow
if you but knew blew you to your feet
you’re naked now and all alone
nothing with nought but you
and that alone
if you but knew was all that was ever true
1074 reads
26 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Mar 2014 1:12am
12th Mar 2014 1:12am
SEAMLESS
Flag blowing freely within your arms,
As free as a sloop upon the sea.
Naked within your sheets,
With only your love to clothe me.
Lightly cast and lightly held
With starlight to guide our path.
And a warm heart, a held hand
Till earth be left at last.
Upon eagle wing, my angel wing,
Floating freely upon a feather,
Castaways upon seamless time,
So we float on forever.
(entered in kourtnissixxx fieldtrip to summerland)
As free as a sloop upon the sea.
Naked within your sheets,
With only your love to clothe me.
Lightly cast and lightly held
With starlight to guide our path.
And a warm heart, a held hand
Till earth be left at last.
Upon eagle wing, my angel wing,
Floating freely upon a feather,
Castaways upon seamless time,
So we float on forever.
(entered in kourtnissixxx fieldtrip to summerland)
1053 reads
13 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Mar 2014 3:50pm
11th Mar 2014 3:50pm
OTIS
A stowaway in the place of your berth
Not worth the price of a hearse.
Strange fruit deep in the earth,
In the year of my birth.
Straw dogs barking orders .
A soul drawn from muddy waters.
Your bones rest at your farm in Georgia.
Iced lyrics, frozen in December waters.
Your farm’s a home far from harm.
Was anointed by a king, a doctor’s cure,
To ensure justice just is and what he orders
Tell waters calm and let his love endure.
Sometimes everything seems the same
But life can be a flight on a different plane ...
Not worth the price of a hearse.
Strange fruit deep in the earth,
In the year of my birth.
Straw dogs barking orders .
A soul drawn from muddy waters.
Your bones rest at your farm in Georgia.
Iced lyrics, frozen in December waters.
Your farm’s a home far from harm.
Was anointed by a king, a doctor’s cure,
To ensure justice just is and what he orders
Tell waters calm and let his love endure.
Sometimes everything seems the same
But life can be a flight on a different plane ...
1078 reads
10 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
9th Mar 2014 7:49pm
9th Mar 2014 7:49pm
POPPY
Sweetness without restraint
Paint red the blowing flowers
Hours stretched back to years
Fears became a mortal toil
Soil of war a feat of souls
Soles of feet on poppy fields
(*runner-up in Magdalena's twisted cheery names competition)
Paint red the blowing flowers
Hours stretched back to years
Fears became a mortal toil
Soil of war a feat of souls
Soles of feet on poppy fields
(*runner-up in Magdalena's twisted cheery names competition)
875 reads
20 Comments
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