Submissions by zorba
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write to pretend someone will read it.
LOVE POEM
Published
7th Dec 2019 10:53pm
7th Dec 2019 10:53pm
Tesla's Love Villianelle
Combusting, everything ignites
with parts and static everywhere;
I’m terribly, in love tonight.
The scent of lightning sharp tonight;
twinned tesla coils and acrid air,
combusting everything, ignites.
Capacitors, resistance, flight
electrifying circuits there
so terribly with love tonight.
...
with parts and static everywhere;
I’m terribly, in love tonight.
The scent of lightning sharp tonight;
twinned tesla coils and acrid air,
combusting everything, ignites.
Capacitors, resistance, flight
electrifying circuits there
so terribly with love tonight.
...
#love
597 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Nov 2019 4:46am
24th Nov 2019 4:46am
Inner Noise Sonnet
Hush the storm of thoughts, pavilion of women
beneath my scalp and feel for orchids there
or songs of August suns that sink in lemons,
the wispy hint of tamaracks, fresh air.
Still the flying serifs armed with swords
and every font with flatulence or dagger;
cacophonies of formulated words
with pointed scripts drawn quickly from their scabbards
A memory can be a lethal thing
wrung from rags in silent flickered film,
their conversations clipped there as a wing,
distorted in their isolated realm.
Now...
beneath my scalp and feel for orchids there
or songs of August suns that sink in lemons,
the wispy hint of tamaracks, fresh air.
Still the flying serifs armed with swords
and every font with flatulence or dagger;
cacophonies of formulated words
with pointed scripts drawn quickly from their scabbards
A memory can be a lethal thing
wrung from rags in silent flickered film,
their conversations clipped there as a wing,
distorted in their isolated realm.
Now...
#WritingPoetry
545 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Sep 2019 4:22am
30th Sep 2019 4:22am
Garden of Weeds
what is that with arched torso breeding there?
a closet of the sun enmeshed in spines,
they tickle thorns of roses, aren’t fair
and penetrate the lilies from behind
then spreading far and wider, squat and drink,
sucking on the toes of hyacinths;
caressing Peonies around their pinks,
bedding Sedum in their labyrinths;
covert in green, their color schemes enable
a seat with horticulture’s bluest bloods
and manners aren’t an issue at this table
where every root is firmly in the mud;
though showing up wild oats with every seed, ...
a closet of the sun enmeshed in spines,
they tickle thorns of roses, aren’t fair
and penetrate the lilies from behind
then spreading far and wider, squat and drink,
sucking on the toes of hyacinths;
caressing Peonies around their pinks,
bedding Sedum in their labyrinths;
covert in green, their color schemes enable
a seat with horticulture’s bluest bloods
and manners aren’t an issue at this table
where every root is firmly in the mud;
though showing up wild oats with every seed, ...
527 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Sep 2019 00:18am
23rd Sep 2019 00:18am
Skater
who are you tonight
risking the brittle edges
of an ice shelve of this evening
whitening your eyebrows
with the vapor of your mouth
I see you skating through frozen ditches
under a moon swollen
as a blackened eye
gliding on the long strokes
of an icy record of a river
your tender neck
wrapped in scarfs
of crossword puzzles
your sleek fingers clenched
in the bottoms
of stretched flannel pockets
can you feel me
on the ice beside you
my eyes flashing tinges
of the northern cross ...
risking the brittle edges
of an ice shelve of this evening
whitening your eyebrows
with the vapor of your mouth
I see you skating through frozen ditches
under a moon swollen
as a blackened eye
gliding on the long strokes
of an icy record of a river
your tender neck
wrapped in scarfs
of crossword puzzles
your sleek fingers clenched
in the bottoms
of stretched flannel pockets
can you feel me
on the ice beside you
my eyes flashing tinges
of the northern cross ...
864 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
7th Jul 2019 5:59pm
7th Jul 2019 5:59pm
Gentle Urges
come
lets speak and pause
to listen
there is a finer place
beyond this shell
held to our ear
some
songs repose in break
and clause
in quiet notes
and finishes
from there to here
...
lets speak and pause
to listen
there is a finer place
beyond this shell
held to our ear
some
songs repose in break
and clause
in quiet notes
and finishes
from there to here
...
859 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Jun 2019 3:25am
14th Jun 2019 3:25am
June Thunder
the smell of thunder
or hoofbeats
the thump
the thump the thump
it was hard to tell them
apart
an unpredicted spooning
O moonstone month
stop
will you just stop
June whispered
‘you’ll never forget me’
then spit up a pearl
and rose petals
flew everywhere
as she shook her head
or hoofbeats
the thump
the thump the thump
it was hard to tell them
apart
an unpredicted spooning
O moonstone month
stop
will you just stop
June whispered
‘you’ll never forget me’
then spit up a pearl
and rose petals
flew everywhere
as she shook her head
718 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Jun 2019 1:44am
5th Jun 2019 1:44am
Change my mind
change my mind just like you would a room
rearrange the table and that chair
clear out all the closets of costumes
spackle subtle cracks that spider there
bring up all the china from the hutch
fill each snifter gracefully with brandy
stuff the vase with tulips trash that crutch
undrawer every candle and the candy
shift the curtains level up the blind
polish down the counters stack the spice
swish away projections left behind
bleach...
rearrange the table and that chair
clear out all the closets of costumes
spackle subtle cracks that spider there
bring up all the china from the hutch
fill each snifter gracefully with brandy
stuff the vase with tulips trash that crutch
undrawer every candle and the candy
shift the curtains level up the blind
polish down the counters stack the spice
swish away projections left behind
bleach...
742 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th May 2019 1:17am
26th May 2019 1:17am
You Sing Acrostic
No sound has broken gentler down
in deafened glade of quiet,
glad fable sung nor shanty wound,
hymn mouthed ‘neath stain-glass agate.
Trimmed modestly with earthen wings,
impulsively, she warbles.
Now trembled o’re the weightless air,
gathered tall, the forest sings.
Alabaster notes of marble,
lonely bits of lunar bars,
emboldened, flung at sharpest star.
in deafened glade of quiet,
glad fable sung nor shanty wound,
hymn mouthed ‘neath stain-glass agate.
Trimmed modestly with earthen wings,
impulsively, she warbles.
Now trembled o’re the weightless air,
gathered tall, the forest sings.
Alabaster notes of marble,
lonely bits of lunar bars,
emboldened, flung at sharpest star.
673 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
19th May 2019 8:46pm
19th May 2019 8:46pm
Pieces
each drop that falls and chatters on the ground
are pieces of the moon above the clouds
or stars that kept their secrets until now
in streams of shiny fingerlings that have
trickled through my heart since the last snow
and unexplained in flickers of a lash
I looking up and inward didn’t know
if pieces of the sky that kept in me
had risen to my eyes from down below
are pieces of the moon above the clouds
or stars that kept their secrets until now
in streams of shiny fingerlings that have
trickled through my heart since the last snow
and unexplained in flickers of a lash
I looking up and inward didn’t know
if pieces of the sky that kept in me
had risen to my eyes from down below
685 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th May 2019 8:50pm
14th May 2019 8:50pm
Irises
If you had taken time
with care
to look beneath the Irises
reached below their violet flags
and moved each flattened leaf aside
descending further past their fans
of tangled swords with spreading hands
within their shade you would have seen
there resting 'neath those fleshy greens
a locket left for someone there
if you had taken time with care
with care
to look beneath the Irises
reached below their violet flags
and moved each flattened leaf aside
descending further past their fans
of tangled swords with spreading hands
within their shade you would have seen
there resting 'neath those fleshy greens
a locket left for someone there
if you had taken time with care
783 reads
10 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
14th May 2019 6:01am
14th May 2019 6:01am
Extended Limbs
I like to imagine
the last summer crickets
are singing just for me
with leggy tunes
each barbed
extended limb
cracking a cool night’s quiet
playing out since June
lifting up in stems of rhythm
a cricket’s skein of sound
seem to pluck a pizzicato
of fiddled wishes
pulses through around
each moon-crossed fissure
mysterious as wisteria’s
darkened forms...
the last summer crickets
are singing just for me
with leggy tunes
each barbed
extended limb
cracking a cool night’s quiet
playing out since June
lifting up in stems of rhythm
a cricket’s skein of sound
seem to pluck a pizzicato
of fiddled wishes
pulses through around
each moon-crossed fissure
mysterious as wisteria’s
darkened forms...
626 reads
1 Comment
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
12th May 2019 4:22pm
12th May 2019 4:22pm
How it Comes
let comets moan
as they come from our mouths
are sleeping
narrow-leafed
beneath our tongues
see tulip pressed
to penstemon
this song-
that finds the crease
and folds a definition
discover here
a place within a place
let slip the thoughts of bloom-
they stay the flower
of what could ever be
and how it comes
as they come from our mouths
are sleeping
narrow-leafed
beneath our tongues
see tulip pressed
to penstemon
this song-
that finds the crease
and folds a definition
discover here
a place within a place
let slip the thoughts of bloom-
they stay the flower
of what could ever be
and how it comes
575 reads
2 Comments
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