Submissions by Hakamike
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Jan 2013 10:44am
19th Jan 2013 10:44am
Hot
Hot
Bake the moisture from my eyes
Sear the ground, kill the plants
Harsh dry unrelenting wind
Outback summer bring it in
The painted desert shimmers
Even the birds are quite
The sun sets in raging orange glow
Tomorrow will be hotter still
Summer time in the outback is harsh
Drying up even the sweat that
Runs down the locals faces
Notice that not even the wild life stir
The dingos don't bother to fight
Over the last piece and the eagles don't
Even bother take it from under their nose
You can slowly watch...
Bake the moisture from my eyes
Sear the ground, kill the plants
Harsh dry unrelenting wind
Outback summer bring it in
The painted desert shimmers
Even the birds are quite
The sun sets in raging orange glow
Tomorrow will be hotter still
Summer time in the outback is harsh
Drying up even the sweat that
Runs down the locals faces
Notice that not even the wild life stir
The dingos don't bother to fight
Over the last piece and the eagles don't
Even bother take it from under their nose
You can slowly watch...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Jan 2013 4:35am
14th Jan 2013 4:35am
Water
Water
She said: I actually used to worry what others thought and that was one of my big ones! Couldn't give a toss now :-)
He Said: Yea same, it's their luggage. Better I don't know about it.
She said: I used to think they cared, but what they think is none of my business haha.
He said: If I could be anything I'd be water and I'd be wild about it...
She said: please explain...even though water would be cool...
He said: Oh. Not really sure I can. That was just a random rather ethereal comment. I wrote it at the end of a troubled poem once....
She said: I actually used to worry what others thought and that was one of my big ones! Couldn't give a toss now :-)
He Said: Yea same, it's their luggage. Better I don't know about it.
She said: I used to think they cared, but what they think is none of my business haha.
He said: If I could be anything I'd be water and I'd be wild about it...
She said: please explain...even though water would be cool...
He said: Oh. Not really sure I can. That was just a random rather ethereal comment. I wrote it at the end of a troubled poem once....
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ANGER POEM
Published
7th Jan 2013 4:50am
7th Jan 2013 4:50am
Powers and Principalities - Hate mail for demons
Dear addiction,
it's been seven years give or take since
I last ran you into a corner and faced
you down while you sucked the will
to live from your victim,
you stank of fear then.
I winked and walked away.
Dear despair,
you tried your best to pursue me across
an ocean and you had every chance
for a killing blow.
But you failed.
That's gotta hurt.
Dear denial,
hows tricks? you suck...
you really are pathetic.
Not much else to say really.
Dear self harm,
nice try sucker, loser, failure. ...
it's been seven years give or take since
I last ran you into a corner and faced
you down while you sucked the will
to live from your victim,
you stank of fear then.
I winked and walked away.
Dear despair,
you tried your best to pursue me across
an ocean and you had every chance
for a killing blow.
But you failed.
That's gotta hurt.
Dear denial,
hows tricks? you suck...
you really are pathetic.
Not much else to say really.
Dear self harm,
nice try sucker, loser, failure. ...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
7th Jan 2013 4:20am
7th Jan 2013 4:20am
a korua reo - your voice
Your voice a crystal dream
Comes to me as I meander
Life can be anticipation
Of fingertips so tender
Your crooning hum I feel
Even as I dream
Of consuming you
In passion
All I am is alive
For the desire of you
To taste your depths
To write for you
And so purerehua
We are an ocean apart
Yet in the moments quite
Our music draws us close
For I play for you
Even in the hurt
And more I play for you
When joyously I set me free...
Comes to me as I meander
Life can be anticipation
Of fingertips so tender
Your crooning hum I feel
Even as I dream
Of consuming you
In passion
All I am is alive
For the desire of you
To taste your depths
To write for you
And so purerehua
We are an ocean apart
Yet in the moments quite
Our music draws us close
For I play for you
Even in the hurt
And more I play for you
When joyously I set me free...
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LOVE POEM
Published
6th Jan 2013 8:41pm
6th Jan 2013 8:41pm
Whatu Ataahua - Beautiful Eyes
Eyes are all different shapes and sizes
Brown, hazel, grey, green and blue
They are the window
To deep inside the wonder of us all
They are the record of things seen and unseen
Eyes are the repository of experience reflections
They emote of their own accord
And feel and tell and weep and laugh
Eyes can lie or love or hate yet
Also express our inner selves and
Also untold stories like a wind that cannot be captured
It is said they are the window of the soul
...
Brown, hazel, grey, green and blue
They are the window
To deep inside the wonder of us all
They are the record of things seen and unseen
Eyes are the repository of experience reflections
They emote of their own accord
And feel and tell and weep and laugh
Eyes can lie or love or hate yet
Also express our inner selves and
Also untold stories like a wind that cannot be captured
It is said they are the window of the soul
...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
6th Jan 2013 8:14pm
6th Jan 2013 8:14pm
Body Oil
Now that works, just the thought of you rubbing me with oil does my head in! I can imagine after a while you might like to turn me over and rub my front too. Maybe after a while you'd lean over me and rub your lovely round breasts on me until they are oily and silky slippery smooth. I'd be thrilled when you ran yourself from my knees to my neck and back down and up over and over.
Each time you reached my neck with your erect nipples I would drop my chin onto my chest and nip and suck the top of your warm slippery breasts first the right then the left. Sometimes you might arch your...
Each time you reached my neck with your erect nipples I would drop my chin onto my chest and nip and suck the top of your warm slippery breasts first the right then the left. Sometimes you might arch your...
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LOVE POEM
Published
6th Jan 2013 12:32pm
6th Jan 2013 12:32pm
Your guitar
your guitar sings a waiata
across the waters
hands that gently strokes
so want to feel your beat
your song of hope
I listen to hear
to yearn to kiss
your lips, your words
my body turns to writhe
in harmony
to breathe your breath
to hum your tune
across the waters
hands that gently strokes
so want to feel your beat
your song of hope
I listen to hear
to yearn to kiss
your lips, your words
my body turns to writhe
in harmony
to breathe your breath
to hum your tune
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LOVE POEM
Published
5th Jan 2013 5:07am
5th Jan 2013 5:07am
A thousand fires
A thousand fires
Oh my heart, what will you ever do to undo the done?
With your heart set on fire, raw passion awake from so deep
How can you possibly stand that close to the sun?
When I inflame you I feel awkward and contrite
I want to gift you my intensity and energy but you baulk so
I’m afraid you will burn up and turn to ash during the night
I really can’t stand to not take the risk, so I persist
I’m afraid I may harm you, burn you, consume you
But I’m torn and broken even as I long for your kiss
A thousand kilometres keeps us apart
A...
Oh my heart, what will you ever do to undo the done?
With your heart set on fire, raw passion awake from so deep
How can you possibly stand that close to the sun?
When I inflame you I feel awkward and contrite
I want to gift you my intensity and energy but you baulk so
I’m afraid you will burn up and turn to ash during the night
I really can’t stand to not take the risk, so I persist
I’m afraid I may harm you, burn you, consume you
But I’m torn and broken even as I long for your kiss
A thousand kilometres keeps us apart
A...
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LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Jan 2013 5:42pm
3rd Jan 2013 5:42pm
A lovers lament
A lovers lament
The wings work so hard, but they're damaged and flawed,
again I falter, tumble down and enter the void,
the abyss looks so sweet for life can be cruel.
The pain is intense and the world smashes me down.
But still I believe despite my worst times.
A destiny of doing for so little worth,
such a hard road of penance, a flight into self.
Don't ride on my trip, it's dark, it's obtuse,
the one thing I lack would repair me of course.
And I lament even as I soar level again and
Stare into the light, for all...
The wings work so hard, but they're damaged and flawed,
again I falter, tumble down and enter the void,
the abyss looks so sweet for life can be cruel.
The pain is intense and the world smashes me down.
But still I believe despite my worst times.
A destiny of doing for so little worth,
such a hard road of penance, a flight into self.
Don't ride on my trip, it's dark, it's obtuse,
the one thing I lack would repair me of course.
And I lament even as I soar level again and
Stare into the light, for all...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Jan 2013 3:24pm
2nd Jan 2013 3:24pm
Thoughts
Thoughts
She says: It's just a thought, I don't know where it came from. But what do I do with it, if it comes back?
He says: Interestingly, I have the same problem. I could obsess, repress, digress. Or just accept it as worthwhile? What was I thinking anyway…
She says: I can't afford to have thought's like this, I can visit the past, but to stay there will burn my soul. But I can't seem to push myself to leave, so the thought's keep coming back, and again I don't know what to do with them.
He says: Yet they appear again and again, it takes such energy to...
She says: It's just a thought, I don't know where it came from. But what do I do with it, if it comes back?
He says: Interestingly, I have the same problem. I could obsess, repress, digress. Or just accept it as worthwhile? What was I thinking anyway…
She says: I can't afford to have thought's like this, I can visit the past, but to stay there will burn my soul. But I can't seem to push myself to leave, so the thought's keep coming back, and again I don't know what to do with them.
He says: Yet they appear again and again, it takes such energy to...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
2nd Jan 2013 3:11pm
2nd Jan 2013 3:11pm
Change
Today I spent a long time meditating, just sitting still with myself and not thinking. I came away from that space this afternoon with a more complete understanding of change. I am convinced there is nothing more certain than that the world will continue to change around me whether I like that or not.
Accepting and not resisting this is the first and most important inner skill I can develop in this frenetically changing, modern world. Life tests me, all of us, every day to see how well we have developed this ability.
Equally I have come to a full realisation; there is...
Accepting and not resisting this is the first and most important inner skill I can develop in this frenetically changing, modern world. Life tests me, all of us, every day to see how well we have developed this ability.
Equally I have come to a full realisation; there is...
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