Submissions by Jackdaw
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Very little rhyme and almost no reason.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Sep 2012 5:52am
10th Sep 2012 5:52am
The Message.
Message begins.
Quasar radio x-ray burn.
Tap. Tap. Help, can't get out.
Inside space and mind.
To where the blackhole turns.
No escape.
Like time in a different dimension.
Direction. Back to the beginning.
Falling, upside down.
Down. Whisper.
Look behind your eyes.
Seeking revelation.
Finding salvation in devestation.
Realizing a fascinated fixation.
Wishing. Upon one point.
In a distant star.
In the here.
In the now.Can you see?
This is where you will find it.
Behind your very own...
Quasar radio x-ray burn.
Tap. Tap. Help, can't get out.
Inside space and mind.
To where the blackhole turns.
No escape.
Like time in a different dimension.
Direction. Back to the beginning.
Falling, upside down.
Down. Whisper.
Look behind your eyes.
Seeking revelation.
Finding salvation in devestation.
Realizing a fascinated fixation.
Wishing. Upon one point.
In a distant star.
In the here.
In the now.Can you see?
This is where you will find it.
Behind your very own...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Sep 2012 8:15am
6th Sep 2012 8:15am
Imperfection
Come one, come all.
Step right up!
Heed my call.
Buy my elixirs.
Purchase my potions.
If you've an ache, or a pain.
Any ailment or sorrow.
I'll sell you a fix.
That will mend and restore.
It will deaden the pain.
I promise you'll see.
But what will remain.
In your heart, on your soul.
Is a permanent stain.
He peddled his cures with his cock in his hand.
Called himself the miracle man.
Offered a taste, one drop for free.
But not a swallow more.
Unless you'd be his whore.
Begging on your back, pleading on your...
Step right up!
Heed my call.
Buy my elixirs.
Purchase my potions.
If you've an ache, or a pain.
Any ailment or sorrow.
I'll sell you a fix.
That will mend and restore.
It will deaden the pain.
I promise you'll see.
But what will remain.
In your heart, on your soul.
Is a permanent stain.
He peddled his cures with his cock in his hand.
Called himself the miracle man.
Offered a taste, one drop for free.
But not a swallow more.
Unless you'd be his whore.
Begging on your back, pleading on your...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Sep 2012 1:03am
5th Sep 2012 1:03am
Yesterday's Flowers.
Tell me a story of yesterday's flowers.
And I will tell you a story of my first love
For a beautiful brown-eyed girl.
And of her affection for yellow petaled roses.
I will tell you how she danced in fields of goldenrod.
Care free of the late spring rain
and the chill that lingered in the air.
Tell me a story of yesterday's desires.
And I will tell you a story of the youthful adventure in our hearts.
How we climbed the arches of the railroad bridge.
To sit high above the waters
Of a river I was afraid of falling into and drowning....
And I will tell you a story of my first love
For a beautiful brown-eyed girl.
And of her affection for yellow petaled roses.
I will tell you how she danced in fields of goldenrod.
Care free of the late spring rain
and the chill that lingered in the air.
Tell me a story of yesterday's desires.
And I will tell you a story of the youthful adventure in our hearts.
How we climbed the arches of the railroad bridge.
To sit high above the waters
Of a river I was afraid of falling into and drowning....
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SELF POEM
Published
4th Sep 2012 3:10am
4th Sep 2012 3:10am
Ordinary Man
Take me down.
Take me down deeper.
And deeper, and deeper.
Take me down till I fall.
Hold me when I fall.
I wasn't meant to walk on water.
I wasn't meant to wear a crown of thorns.
I wasn't meant to live for yesterday.
I wasn't meant to be the one for whom you morn.
But I will, till I drown.
Desperation's calling.
Leaving me love letters.
Written in the sand.
But they'll be washed away by morning.
Carried off on waves to a distant land.
I wasn't meant to stop the sky from falling.
I wasn't...
Take me down deeper.
And deeper, and deeper.
Take me down till I fall.
Hold me when I fall.
I wasn't meant to walk on water.
I wasn't meant to wear a crown of thorns.
I wasn't meant to live for yesterday.
I wasn't meant to be the one for whom you morn.
But I will, till I drown.
Desperation's calling.
Leaving me love letters.
Written in the sand.
But they'll be washed away by morning.
Carried off on waves to a distant land.
I wasn't meant to stop the sky from falling.
I wasn't...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2012 4:44am
3rd Sep 2012 4:44am
Andromeda Devours.
Spiral arms grasp at the impending collision.
A moment in time like a millennium of minutes.
Years to seconds. The end is bright.
Two fearsome foes. Gravity the greater power.
Light cannot escape. Look up into the sky.
To see the past, to see the future.
Big bang.
An imp-end-ing collision.
An event on the horizon. Event horizon.
Consume. Consume. Back to the matter.
So dark it cannot be seen. Black hole.
Smiling. Feeding. On the horizon.
This is how it ends. Spiral arms grasping.
Andromeda devours.
Time...
A moment in time like a millennium of minutes.
Years to seconds. The end is bright.
Two fearsome foes. Gravity the greater power.
Light cannot escape. Look up into the sky.
To see the past, to see the future.
Big bang.
An imp-end-ing collision.
An event on the horizon. Event horizon.
Consume. Consume. Back to the matter.
So dark it cannot be seen. Black hole.
Smiling. Feeding. On the horizon.
This is how it ends. Spiral arms grasping.
Andromeda devours.
Time...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2012 3:30am
3rd Sep 2012 3:30am
Blasphemy (A Dance with Magdalena)
To know God is to love God.
And love Her I do.
From Her lips, to Her hips.
Her toes and Her finger tips.
And ev-er-y (emphasis) part in between.
The nape of Her neck.
The twist of Her wrist.
(Oh Lord! - irony - The scent of Her soap and perfume.)
Her legs, Her thighs.
Her breasts, Her sighs. (My sighs. Breathless.)
The lids and lashes of Her eyes. (Lost, so lost in them.)
With tongue and fingers. (Tools of the trade.)
And words and whispers. (Peddling my wares.)
On (at) Her (your) altar, I prayed.
Gypsy, Savior,...
And love Her I do.
From Her lips, to Her hips.
Her toes and Her finger tips.
And ev-er-y (emphasis) part in between.
The nape of Her neck.
The twist of Her wrist.
(Oh Lord! - irony - The scent of Her soap and perfume.)
Her legs, Her thighs.
Her breasts, Her sighs. (My sighs. Breathless.)
The lids and lashes of Her eyes. (Lost, so lost in them.)
With tongue and fingers. (Tools of the trade.)
And words and whispers. (Peddling my wares.)
On (at) Her (your) altar, I prayed.
Gypsy, Savior,...
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