Submissions by whale
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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DARK POEM
Published
18th Jan 2014 5:30pm
18th Jan 2014 5:30pm
WHISPER
Waiting, quietly, for myself to come in:
A stormy fool dancing inside a bin,
Neglected hope, a broken urn,
I whisper in my ear
Loving self, you’ll be loved in return.
Casting bones amongst the starving
Each chiselled word, a craven carving
Each epithet, an epitaph in stone
I whisper in my ear
Wiser to know than be known.
Straining, chanting to another’s air
A tree, a rope, a falling chair
Last words before the receptive sod
I whisper in my ear
God was you when you were God.
A stormy fool dancing inside a bin,
Neglected hope, a broken urn,
I whisper in my ear
Loving self, you’ll be loved in return.
Casting bones amongst the starving
Each chiselled word, a craven carving
Each epithet, an epitaph in stone
I whisper in my ear
Wiser to know than be known.
Straining, chanting to another’s air
A tree, a rope, a falling chair
Last words before the receptive sod
I whisper in my ear
God was you when you were God.
965 reads
28 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
17th Jan 2014 1:39am
17th Jan 2014 1:39am
TIME
A breath caught as a drop.
Caught as bejewelling dew
on frozen twigs, cold and dead:
what's breath was water was ice.
Melted prayers before rising god.
So it begins. So it ends
So it ends. So it begins.
A hallelujah of drops
frozen for a moment before
drowning in soil
or caught in the geometry
of ice cracked puddles.
An infinity caught in a history
written by that criminal - Time.
Caught as bejewelling dew
on frozen twigs, cold and dead:
what's breath was water was ice.
Melted prayers before rising god.
So it begins. So it ends
So it ends. So it begins.
A hallelujah of drops
frozen for a moment before
drowning in soil
or caught in the geometry
of ice cracked puddles.
An infinity caught in a history
written by that criminal - Time.
791 reads
20 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
8th Jan 2014 2:42am
8th Jan 2014 2:42am
WONDER
When I was hungry, you gave me your bread.
When I was lonely, your bed.
Your breasts were my coronet
And kisses crowned my head
And I shall live in wonder
All the days of my life
For never shall I squander
The love of my life.
When I was lonely, your bed.
Your breasts were my coronet
And kisses crowned my head
And I shall live in wonder
All the days of my life
For never shall I squander
The love of my life.
908 reads
22 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
8th Jan 2014 2:33am
8th Jan 2014 2:33am
BOUND
Bound in a prison
of my own making
a Christ who's risen
a Christ awakening
once deaf to laughter,
dumb in prayer,
blind to an ever after
already here
a dread of others
healed by the grace of good
remembered brothers
now understood
our mission driven
our goal to be free
the gaoler forgiven
for the gaoler was me.
of my own making
a Christ who's risen
a Christ awakening
once deaf to laughter,
dumb in prayer,
blind to an ever after
already here
a dread of others
healed by the grace of good
remembered brothers
now understood
our mission driven
our goal to be free
the gaoler forgiven
for the gaoler was me.
906 reads
18 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Jan 2014 11:49am
6th Jan 2014 11:49am
TRACED
Rising sun mocks the ripples
That slit this city in two
That carries my ashes
That laid by you
My face bathed in tears
Traced your face
Nameless times
On the margins
Of our physical form
Sat by your slender arm
Tenderly waiting for you.
That slit this city in two
That carries my ashes
That laid by you
My face bathed in tears
Traced your face
Nameless times
On the margins
Of our physical form
Sat by your slender arm
Tenderly waiting for you.
806 reads
16 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
5th Jan 2014 2:33am
5th Jan 2014 2:33am
WE'VE
Weaving without movement, a
silence of breath hollow,
back arcs, skin kiss, lips slip, that
clit tip and throat swallow
believing on, no leaving be
a snatch of a moment, that
heightens and heightens, then
Titans and follows, that
tightens and follows, that
tight ends and falls, oh,
and catches a moment
we've weaved without movement
back to the moment
that swallows the silence.
silence of breath hollow,
back arcs, skin kiss, lips slip, that
clit tip and throat swallow
believing on, no leaving be
a snatch of a moment, that
heightens and heightens, then
Titans and follows, that
tightens and follows, that
tight ends and falls, oh,
and catches a moment
we've weaved without movement
back to the moment
that swallows the silence.
1100 reads
22 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Jan 2014 4:15pm
4th Jan 2014 4:15pm
EVERGAUCHE
Che is dead. They shot him.
The last line of his poem:
A victory evergreen.
* In memory of Che Guevara - who when assassinated was armed only with a green notebook of his favourite poems, including Cesar Vallejo "Cesar Vallejo is dead. They struck him."
The last line of his poem:
A victory evergreen.
* In memory of Che Guevara - who when assassinated was armed only with a green notebook of his favourite poems, including Cesar Vallejo "Cesar Vallejo is dead. They struck him."
853 reads
12 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
3rd Jan 2014 4:44pm
3rd Jan 2014 4:44pm
FROZEN
Their musher lost
On a frozen terrain
Five dogs crossed
Their reins on his pain
Nothing to taste
No feeling to hold
Nothing to waste
Before his soaring soul
And only his sight
Of sun on the snow
And the white blinding light
Of the last picture show.
A motionless figure
Speeding through space
The circles spiral bigger
In heavenly grace.
On a frozen terrain
Five dogs crossed
Their reins on his pain
Nothing to taste
No feeling to hold
Nothing to waste
Before his soaring soul
And only his sight
Of sun on the snow
And the white blinding light
Of the last picture show.
A motionless figure
Speeding through space
The circles spiral bigger
In heavenly grace.
843 reads
17 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
3rd Jan 2014 4:41pm
3rd Jan 2014 4:41pm
CONNECT
Both you and I, great and small
Are born to die or rise and fall.
The laws immutable
Are not disputable
So say all
Neither moon nor galaxy
Is immune to gravity
The laws immutable
Are not disputable
So say all
Yet such laws are hokum
When one soul unbroken
Can connect a thought
Unspoken
To us all.
Are born to die or rise and fall.
The laws immutable
Are not disputable
So say all
Neither moon nor galaxy
Is immune to gravity
The laws immutable
Are not disputable
So say all
Yet such laws are hokum
When one soul unbroken
Can connect a thought
Unspoken
To us all.
871 reads
16 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
1st Jan 2014 5:51pm
1st Jan 2014 5:51pm
PEACE
The peace of a mind
No longer maligned
By ire or fire.
The peace of a mind
No longer defined
By time or chime.
The peace of a mind
No longer entwined
By delusion or illusion.
The peace of a mind
No longer confined
By need or greed.
The Peace of a mind
No longer blind.
No longer maligned
By ire or fire.
The peace of a mind
No longer defined
By time or chime.
The peace of a mind
No longer entwined
By delusion or illusion.
The peace of a mind
No longer confined
By need or greed.
The Peace of a mind
No longer blind.
816 reads
6 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
1st Jan 2014 5:46pm
1st Jan 2014 5:46pm
EMBERS
So many souls look East
As sun sets in the West
And white faced Annapurna blushes.
Smoke clouds darken
As rivers snake beneath
And street lights ember.
Families cling at the airport doors,
Not looking for weary guests
But warmth.
Yet on the icy runway air
The sign in Tribhuvan reads
Nepal: Birthplace of Lord Guatama Buddha.
As sun sets in the West
And white faced Annapurna blushes.
Smoke clouds darken
As rivers snake beneath
And street lights ember.
Families cling at the airport doors,
Not looking for weary guests
But warmth.
Yet on the icy runway air
The sign in Tribhuvan reads
Nepal: Birthplace of Lord Guatama Buddha.
686 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Dec 2013 12:14pm
30th Dec 2013 12:14pm
PENURY
The birdcage cannot silence the song,
Nor prison bars shut out the light,
Nor these thorns hide the rose,
Not a crown of thorns.
Let wisdom grow in sorrows,
A breath of what is blessed.
Let laughter turn a thousand sorrows.
Who eats least, tastes the best.
Let them puppet our idol Emperors
With rites that ever wrong;
Pluck our feathers, disturb our roots,
That beggar naked truth.
For love is left when all has flown
From now and now till heaven
Till the earth, till earth and sown
Have grown full leaven.
Nor prison bars shut out the light,
Nor these thorns hide the rose,
Not a crown of thorns.
Let wisdom grow in sorrows,
A breath of what is blessed.
Let laughter turn a thousand sorrows.
Who eats least, tastes the best.
Let them puppet our idol Emperors
With rites that ever wrong;
Pluck our feathers, disturb our roots,
That beggar naked truth.
For love is left when all has flown
From now and now till heaven
Till the earth, till earth and sown
Have grown full leaven.
761 reads
6 Comments
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