Submissions by whale
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
seek and you will find when you search with all your heart
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Mar 2014 10:45am
6th Mar 2014 10:45am
WASHINGTON
icy white house
foot of snow and six below
thaw tomorrow
foot of snow and six below
thaw tomorrow
1208 reads
20 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
1st Mar 2014 6:40pm
1st Mar 2014 6:40pm
FAITH
Faithful come, succumb and crumble
A shadow on a mirror on a puddle
A pungent remnant of this perfumed tune
As I sing a song to me
Fragile chords bind to ford a stream
Of failed reflection yet we dream
To seek to find and speak of a love eternal
As I sing a song to you
Here a harpies harp jars a fallen glass
Hold the line and let time pass
Hold each other and grasp a love eternal
As I sing a song to us
A shadow on a mirror on a puddle
A pungent remnant of this perfumed tune
As I sing a song to me
Fragile chords bind to ford a stream
Of failed reflection yet we dream
To seek to find and speak of a love eternal
As I sing a song to you
Here a harpies harp jars a fallen glass
Hold the line and let time pass
Hold each other and grasp a love eternal
As I sing a song to us
816 reads
12 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
1st Mar 2014 9:00am
1st Mar 2014 9:00am
PIRATES
Benny Horngold’s off to sea
His flowing locks blowing free
When he’s back he’ll happy be
Bonnie Benny Horngold
Once we were pirates and sung
The sea sore of the siren's song
Of broken oars of hopeless soaks
A cape of whores and rummy jacks
A see saw from paw to claw
Short o’ breath on the sugar cane
A yo ho ho won't take the strain
Hot water, rain cold then back again
Our last boat has left the shore
And a crack shack ain't a grain store
The spoils spoilt and run short
A short run a sad gloat...
His flowing locks blowing free
When he’s back he’ll happy be
Bonnie Benny Horngold
Once we were pirates and sung
The sea sore of the siren's song
Of broken oars of hopeless soaks
A cape of whores and rummy jacks
A see saw from paw to claw
Short o’ breath on the sugar cane
A yo ho ho won't take the strain
Hot water, rain cold then back again
Our last boat has left the shore
And a crack shack ain't a grain store
The spoils spoilt and run short
A short run a sad gloat...
884 reads
14 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
26th Feb 2014 1:04pm
26th Feb 2014 1:04pm
CHARITY
Give Charity
Without duality
Give secretly
Not strategically
Give kindly
Not blindly
Give freely
And mercifully
Give Compassion
Without ration
Nice words indeed.
But not as nice
As hot, steamed rice
Without duality
Give secretly
Not strategically
Give kindly
Not blindly
Give freely
And mercifully
Give Compassion
Without ration
Nice words indeed.
But not as nice
As hot, steamed rice
935 reads
22 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
24th Feb 2014 8:29am
24th Feb 2014 8:29am
FRIENDLY
Post rush hour Baker Street Station
Bench beneath the underground sign
Looking through the window Eastward
I could see you in the carriage Westward
Your dead son was my brother-in-arms
Standing Stag 4A.M. Brecon Beacon
SUSAT sights frozen snow
When the cross bolt safety is off
The fire selector lever of the SA80
Allows semi and full automatic fire
You sneezed and breathed
And under my breath
I said “Bless you”.
(submitted for Mr.A's Distance Yourself comp)
Bench beneath the underground sign
Looking through the window Eastward
I could see you in the carriage Westward
Your dead son was my brother-in-arms
Standing Stag 4A.M. Brecon Beacon
SUSAT sights frozen snow
When the cross bolt safety is off
The fire selector lever of the SA80
Allows semi and full automatic fire
You sneezed and breathed
And under my breath
I said “Bless you”.
(submitted for Mr.A's Distance Yourself comp)
936 reads
18 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2014 6:55pm
22nd Feb 2014 6:55pm
DANCE
Come closer. Close the curtain against the clean fresh air
Become my clothes and flesh made flesh only
Climb in me. The skin. The rhythm of skin sublime
And time-wind the spring line impalpable.
A graveyard clock in a neighbourhood where cops walk in pairs, is dead
A concrete wood where bears shit, a wormhole, where a pretty plum
Picks a pickled pear. All twinkle toed from a Soho show, she goes:
I bet Ginger Rogers as Fred Astaires. And she goes:
I bet I can make you dance
I bet I can make you laugh
I’m smoother than a baby in...
Become my clothes and flesh made flesh only
Climb in me. The skin. The rhythm of skin sublime
And time-wind the spring line impalpable.
A graveyard clock in a neighbourhood where cops walk in pairs, is dead
A concrete wood where bears shit, a wormhole, where a pretty plum
Picks a pickled pear. All twinkle toed from a Soho show, she goes:
I bet Ginger Rogers as Fred Astaires. And she goes:
I bet I can make you dance
I bet I can make you laugh
I’m smoother than a baby in...
944 reads
12 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
19th Feb 2014 11:19am
19th Feb 2014 11:19am
THANKSGIVING
For the rust dusted stones
And burnished steel track
That takes me home
And takes me back
For a sandwich and coke
And warm coach seat
A fellow passenger’s joke
Frozen fields of summer's wheat
For the countless gone
And countless to come
The Holy Father
And his Holy Son
For the lamb in the manger
And the Eagle in flight
I thank all for all
Beneath this silver white light
And burnished steel track
That takes me home
And takes me back
For a sandwich and coke
And warm coach seat
A fellow passenger’s joke
Frozen fields of summer's wheat
For the countless gone
And countless to come
The Holy Father
And his Holy Son
For the lamb in the manger
And the Eagle in flight
I thank all for all
Beneath this silver white light
891 reads
21 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
17th Feb 2014 8:16pm
17th Feb 2014 8:16pm
PARADOX
Paradigm unlocks truths made in paradox,
As softest water wears down the hardest rocks,
Dark-nest wombs child-guide the brightest light,
Made in silence they scream with wild delight
And despair as they grasp vulnerability, gasp air,
Speak tongues, sleep tight, carefree slaves of care.
Axed from the tree of life these uncarved blocks
Masters of nothing, now mystery all, from mite to might,
Become mountain, become the rock the rivers wear.
Hear the bamboo breeze of beliefs, of birds in flocks
And sit at night, temple tight yet split; a moon lit night....
As softest water wears down the hardest rocks,
Dark-nest wombs child-guide the brightest light,
Made in silence they scream with wild delight
And despair as they grasp vulnerability, gasp air,
Speak tongues, sleep tight, carefree slaves of care.
Axed from the tree of life these uncarved blocks
Masters of nothing, now mystery all, from mite to might,
Become mountain, become the rock the rivers wear.
Hear the bamboo breeze of beliefs, of birds in flocks
And sit at night, temple tight yet split; a moon lit night....
1165 reads
20 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
13th Feb 2014 10:55pm
13th Feb 2014 10:55pm
VALENTINE
a ladle addling youth from the hallowed fountain
savoir yet uncouth you faced the baleful mountain
to obtain a fabled truth curtailed by vengeful shadows
saved untouched unmind deep beyond the shallows
our prejudged saviours words are to be read as crime
chaste yet chased the lead follows the blind
scarred and scared secrete his sacred sacrament
body is bread bled to savour the best red wine
grace and gratitude become but garland and garment
and Love a beheaded saint is called my valentine
savoir yet uncouth you faced the baleful mountain
to obtain a fabled truth curtailed by vengeful shadows
saved untouched unmind deep beyond the shallows
our prejudged saviours words are to be read as crime
chaste yet chased the lead follows the blind
scarred and scared secrete his sacred sacrament
body is bread bled to savour the best red wine
grace and gratitude become but garland and garment
and Love a beheaded saint is called my valentine
978 reads
20 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
12th Feb 2014 00:42am
12th Feb 2014 00:42am
TRAIL
Sister Dharma blessed
On paths that ever wind
Not every hill is Everest
A scene from Durga’s shrine.
Not every climb's a quest,
Nor valley, Shangri-La ,
Nor Nagarkot, a rest,
Nor Orion, a shooter's star.
Not every guide knows the way
Not every grin's a smile.
And not all pray for prey
Or find this trail, a trial.
On paths that ever wind
Not every hill is Everest
A scene from Durga’s shrine.
Not every climb's a quest,
Nor valley, Shangri-La ,
Nor Nagarkot, a rest,
Nor Orion, a shooter's star.
Not every guide knows the way
Not every grin's a smile.
And not all pray for prey
Or find this trail, a trial.
1062 reads
25 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
31st Jan 2014 9:15pm
31st Jan 2014 9:15pm
THISTLE
A short time long:
Were we ever here at all?
Old wife do you remember who
Or why those warriors were?
I know you by this ring, so many lovers old,
Dry white wine, lambed cuts cold.
Our anger was the flowering of thistles and fireweed.
Let us be like seeds caught in the gathering wind,
The backs of hares, in the bowels of birds;
Scattered to the immortal hills.
Were we ever here at all?
Old wife do you remember who
Or why those warriors were?
I know you by this ring, so many lovers old,
Dry white wine, lambed cuts cold.
Our anger was the flowering of thistles and fireweed.
Let us be like seeds caught in the gathering wind,
The backs of hares, in the bowels of birds;
Scattered to the immortal hills.
835 reads
6 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
26th Jan 2014 12:31pm
26th Jan 2014 12:31pm
MONKEY
Stupa monkey
Banana stealing
Gone like soap
Purple monk
Mantra wheeling
Tied to rope
Stubbled man
Subtly feeling
Groped in hope
Banana stealing
Gone like soap
Purple monk
Mantra wheeling
Tied to rope
Stubbled man
Subtly feeling
Groped in hope
794 reads
14 Comments
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