Submissions by Abracadabra (Abra)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm just a soul, hooked on magic & poetry sandwiches. My words are fools, dancing as they flirt with the life you give them... & then there's the naughty stuff that wakes me in the middle of the night... one day all that cheese'll kill me.
Hatred
One night last week
I dug a hole for you in the yard
sat out on the porch with the lightning
waiting for the storm to fill it
Soon
the water's gonna rise
enough to hold your head under
but only so deep
I'll jab sticks in your eyes
to keep them open
so you'll see what's coming
when I force you on your knees
You better breathe good
then shut your mouth
for the last time
because the water's all dirty
& it stinks of busted dreams
The moon
will rape your reflection
while I...
I dug a hole for you in the yard
sat out on the porch with the lightning
waiting for the storm to fill it
Soon
the water's gonna rise
enough to hold your head under
but only so deep
I'll jab sticks in your eyes
to keep them open
so you'll see what's coming
when I force you on your knees
You better breathe good
then shut your mouth
for the last time
because the water's all dirty
& it stinks of busted dreams
The moon
will rape your reflection
while I...
159 reads
5 Comments
emodemonics
wanna ramp up my brain
& shake it
tip it all down the drain
but i ain't got the mosh
or the bottle
to mix it with another vein
fuck the sun
& screw the shades
i want my dayglow back
life's been slinking in the alley
skulking like a rat
baby's on a high
in a juice diet sky
but i won't pray for that
stoking her rose in the shadows
& wearing a floppy hat
there's no more cake it's all sad bake
the crumbs we shook away
when dreams grow tired
i'm uninspired
so these demons come to...
& shake it
tip it all down the drain
but i ain't got the mosh
or the bottle
to mix it with another vein
fuck the sun
& screw the shades
i want my dayglow back
life's been slinking in the alley
skulking like a rat
baby's on a high
in a juice diet sky
but i won't pray for that
stoking her rose in the shadows
& wearing a floppy hat
there's no more cake it's all sad bake
the crumbs we shook away
when dreams grow tired
i'm uninspired
so these demons come to...
189 reads
2 Comments
Superturd
There was no splash
no cold relief to drench the thigh
only the dullest thud
when she hit the floor steaming
A shitty misfit too big for the bowl
my shiny black monster perfectly formed
love coiled denser than the tree of life
There was nothing to wipe
only that moment of elation
when savoring a job well done
The lump in the throat tingle of sweat
and heady emocean accompanying birth
the strain of a smile
to pump the pride and the pain
as my asshole waved a raggedy goodbye
With a modern anthology ...
no cold relief to drench the thigh
only the dullest thud
when she hit the floor steaming
A shitty misfit too big for the bowl
my shiny black monster perfectly formed
love coiled denser than the tree of life
There was nothing to wipe
only that moment of elation
when savoring a job well done
The lump in the throat tingle of sweat
and heady emocean accompanying birth
the strain of a smile
to pump the pride and the pain
as my asshole waved a raggedy goodbye
With a modern anthology ...
116 reads
2 Comments
Mr Reliable at Work with the Twins
![restricted poem](/images/extremecontent.jpg)
423 reads
4 Comments
The Art of Alone
Forget
all you have become
You shall leave this world with a cry
just as you arrived
fearful, naked and alone
Your thoughts
create the blood of shadows
seeping quietly back to earth
until life straddles a moment
the thinnest of whispers
in time's ear
There is no wisdom
beyond the laughter of a child
no mellow grace
that grows from years
only innocence betrayed
Your home of dust awaits
and fate neither follows nor leads
You may depend on no-one
to save your soul
but only...
all you have become
You shall leave this world with a cry
just as you arrived
fearful, naked and alone
Your thoughts
create the blood of shadows
seeping quietly back to earth
until life straddles a moment
the thinnest of whispers
in time's ear
There is no wisdom
beyond the laughter of a child
no mellow grace
that grows from years
only innocence betrayed
Your home of dust awaits
and fate neither follows nor leads
You may depend on no-one
to save your soul
but only...
143 reads
5 Comments
Dear Cancer
![restricted poem](/images/extremecontent.jpg)
321 reads
10 Comments
Tomato Sandwiches
You will always deny
the clever in this fantasy
your flame of heart oasis
where thought-fire crackles
as the spell of the clocks
unwinds
It's the moment
when time is dead
and the cat becomes a rebel
preening jealousy through her claws
artfully craving your eye
She can sense
our shameless gypsy genes
the precious child inside
shunning detail
to free us from life's chores
You chop tomatoes
while I slice the bread
ignoring fingers
clutching...
the clever in this fantasy
your flame of heart oasis
where thought-fire crackles
as the spell of the clocks
unwinds
It's the moment
when time is dead
and the cat becomes a rebel
preening jealousy through her claws
artfully craving your eye
She can sense
our shameless gypsy genes
the precious child inside
shunning detail
to free us from life's chores
You chop tomatoes
while I slice the bread
ignoring fingers
clutching...
171 reads
0 Comments
Talking to a Girl
I don't know her well enough
to say who I am
I leapt into this poem
and my feet may not land
I'll try to be truthful
although I may not be wise
I'm verses in progress
and the rhyme's a surprise
We all have our failings
our fits and our flaws
It's I'll show you mine
if you'll show me yours
Introductions aren't easy,
conversation's hard work
tongues toiling in treacle
while we wade through the murk
So what's the solution,
when my nerves are all shot?
I might send her an email ...
to say who I am
I leapt into this poem
and my feet may not land
I'll try to be truthful
although I may not be wise
I'm verses in progress
and the rhyme's a surprise
We all have our failings
our fits and our flaws
It's I'll show you mine
if you'll show me yours
Introductions aren't easy,
conversation's hard work
tongues toiling in treacle
while we wade through the murk
So what's the solution,
when my nerves are all shot?
I might send her an email ...
204 reads
8 Comments
Sexmare in the meadow (before breakfast)
I wake up wasted
writing emo
screaming to make it stop
before the glitch grows a cult
crazier than diamonds & coke
Only sex
smells automatically poetic
naked in the meadow
away from cow pats
a skimpy skirt
worshipping the sky
while bare bums bob
pounding earth for a lock of eyes
as the thunder of the harvest
rumbles closer
There should be a drug for that--
at least a twitch in my head
to kick out of poet mode
dumping the painful rigmarole
of editing away...
writing emo
screaming to make it stop
before the glitch grows a cult
crazier than diamonds & coke
Only sex
smells automatically poetic
naked in the meadow
away from cow pats
a skimpy skirt
worshipping the sky
while bare bums bob
pounding earth for a lock of eyes
as the thunder of the harvest
rumbles closer
There should be a drug for that--
at least a twitch in my head
to kick out of poet mode
dumping the painful rigmarole
of editing away...
254 reads
8 Comments
Stains
After breakfast
the mouse in the shower
is cornered behind shampoo
Its fur is shiny
and his body trembles
but I am ruthless
crushing the skull with a single blow
trying to avoid the eyes
because I know
they know
I clean up
take the body to the trash
mumble a few words
feeling guilty
feeling sad
I write a crit for a poem
about God
wondering what it all means
then hang out washing in the sun
And pick the blackberries
growing wild by the garden gate
ducking their thorns ...
the mouse in the shower
is cornered behind shampoo
Its fur is shiny
and his body trembles
but I am ruthless
crushing the skull with a single blow
trying to avoid the eyes
because I know
they know
I clean up
take the body to the trash
mumble a few words
feeling guilty
feeling sad
I write a crit for a poem
about God
wondering what it all means
then hang out washing in the sun
And pick the blackberries
growing wild by the garden gate
ducking their thorns ...
123 reads
6 Comments
Wraith
The naughtiest, black dress
hangs crumpled on a corner of yesterday
I watch her body float
the memory
always on top
always warmer than my own
Her cup
a familiar cocktail of skin
smooth belly browner than a nut
a whirl of thighs & ripe-berry breasts
responsively defying years--
touché and cheers
I should leave
but the door in my head stays locked
the sigh of my smile helpless ...
hangs crumpled on a corner of yesterday
I watch her body float
the memory
always on top
always warmer than my own
Her cup
a familiar cocktail of skin
smooth belly browner than a nut
a whirl of thighs & ripe-berry breasts
responsively defying years--
touché and cheers
I should leave
but the door in my head stays locked
the sigh of my smile helpless ...
321 reads
6 Comments
Peachy
Eve's hair was orange
and her eyes were black
so I grabbed her apple
and licked its crack
She moaned: He'll kill us
when I slapped her cheek
but my fresh banana
had begun to leak
Now I'm fond of cherries
though I don't do cheese
so I checked for stones
to save her knees
And while she knelt
pert plums a jiggle
I peeled my fruit
and watched hers wiggle
She loved banana
served hot and steaming
with a squirt of cream
that got her screaming
We munched till dawn
although the point seemed...
and her eyes were black
so I grabbed her apple
and licked its crack
She moaned: He'll kill us
when I slapped her cheek
but my fresh banana
had begun to leak
Now I'm fond of cherries
though I don't do cheese
so I checked for stones
to save her knees
And while she knelt
pert plums a jiggle
I peeled my fruit
and watched hers wiggle
She loved banana
served hot and steaming
with a squirt of cream
that got her screaming
We munched till dawn
although the point seemed...
278 reads
3 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by Abracadabra (Abra)