Submissions by Pishashee
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
A hookah flavored water spout, to shout and shout and shout and shout!
Bottomless Soul
Look deep in a well for true meaning to find
The blackness of distance it holds in the mind
The bottomless soul that lips never tell,
But tosses them gently into dark wishing wells
A songbird with wings as it flutters about,
Tired and weary as a voice that's give out
A windmill of stature and strength it could speak
So the songbird takes flight to this wishing peak
Landing is gentle so it rest whilst it sings
But caused quake in the giant not knowing the dream
The windmill it shifts and ignites...
The blackness of distance it holds in the mind
The bottomless soul that lips never tell,
But tosses them gently into dark wishing wells
A songbird with wings as it flutters about,
Tired and weary as a voice that's give out
A windmill of stature and strength it could speak
So the songbird takes flight to this wishing peak
Landing is gentle so it rest whilst it sings
But caused quake in the giant not knowing the dream
The windmill it shifts and ignites...
93 reads
2 Comments
Certainty of Inexactness
The philosophers sit unrelenting
as the circle of light increases.
What is the measurement of time?
Frozen statues in open fields
where a tree has now grown.
Memorabilia placed there by the wind
borrowed for a moment of silence
as darkness surrounds a white barren tree
knotted in blackness.
Keeping in time, we are all fledged
as hops plucked and apples ripened.
The amplitude of electromagnetism
containing a single photon is in the detail.
In the night shade of life
Knowing certainty of inexactness.
as the circle of light increases.
What is the measurement of time?
Frozen statues in open fields
where a tree has now grown.
Memorabilia placed there by the wind
borrowed for a moment of silence
as darkness surrounds a white barren tree
knotted in blackness.
Keeping in time, we are all fledged
as hops plucked and apples ripened.
The amplitude of electromagnetism
containing a single photon is in the detail.
In the night shade of life
Knowing certainty of inexactness.
60 reads
2 Comments
Collective Representation
I dive to the looks of illusions and splendor;
Charming. It laughs with knighthood and high chivalry;
Spells of enchantment and blistering blunder.
Inextinguishable laughter spite enchantment that beams
It’s the world itself under wicked spells that exist;
A conscience entirely dominant by the unconscious,
A fixing that paints a state of existence.
There would be no real humor in the misadventures
Of the wretched lunatics and delusional schemes,
A collective representation that it calls reality;
...
Charming. It laughs with knighthood and high chivalry;
Spells of enchantment and blistering blunder.
Inextinguishable laughter spite enchantment that beams
It’s the world itself under wicked spells that exist;
A conscience entirely dominant by the unconscious,
A fixing that paints a state of existence.
There would be no real humor in the misadventures
Of the wretched lunatics and delusional schemes,
A collective representation that it calls reality;
...
59 reads
1 Comment
aqua vitae
I shook my head twice,
In valiant and passado spunk,
In reaction to the aqua vitae,
So barmy, that had hit my vorpal tongue.
And now, admittedly, I'm just a little drunk.
In valiant and passado spunk,
In reaction to the aqua vitae,
So barmy, that had hit my vorpal tongue.
And now, admittedly, I'm just a little drunk.
72 reads
3 Comments
Proust
Just an ordinary book
Such an extraordinary thing
It's a trace of sentient nectar
It is written with simple dreams
How poorly we profit by study of Plato
When other circumstances seem the case
When could it have come to me?
I put down my cup, and examined the taste.
I had ceased now to feel mediocre.
Such an extraordinary thing
It's a trace of sentient nectar
It is written with simple dreams
How poorly we profit by study of Plato
When other circumstances seem the case
When could it have come to me?
I put down my cup, and examined the taste.
I had ceased now to feel mediocre.
66 reads
4 Comments
Geometric I
The squares of reality
dost focus my eye,
Not fitting to center
not even when tried.
There is always
an inquisitive fold to left,
A less distinctive bend
to the right.
The Geometric I;
It increases then ceases
with wrinkles of time.
dost focus my eye,
Not fitting to center
not even when tried.
There is always
an inquisitive fold to left,
A less distinctive bend
to the right.
The Geometric I;
It increases then ceases
with wrinkles of time.
59 reads
4 Comments
The Expression
I will do this if I can,
Even though it will remain
Never, will I be greater than any Man.
But in my exalted feminine,
I am sick of being left behind to cry
And to ask why this was done
To me; the lesser of the beast,
And to the millions alike
Again, and again, and again.
But regardless of those simplistic fears of destinies,
I will continue to cycle on and to stupefy the oddity,
And through the duality of man, I will swim within
All these emotions and revered adversities.
And I will understand life as it is,
As it...
Even though it will remain
Never, will I be greater than any Man.
But in my exalted feminine,
I am sick of being left behind to cry
And to ask why this was done
To me; the lesser of the beast,
And to the millions alike
Again, and again, and again.
But regardless of those simplistic fears of destinies,
I will continue to cycle on and to stupefy the oddity,
And through the duality of man, I will swim within
All these emotions and revered adversities.
And I will understand life as it is,
As it...
69 reads
3 Comments
Innocence Lost
If I would stop and let my body rest,
My tears would only thunder innocence lost.
With my mind plundering the confusion and intense sadness;
A beast un-blessed by any human heart.
And if I opened and let the victims run – would they?
Or would they only stand and guess the thought...
In my innocents found, I would only cry,
And let them tear the heavens apart.
My tears would only thunder innocence lost.
With my mind plundering the confusion and intense sadness;
A beast un-blessed by any human heart.
And if I opened and let the victims run – would they?
Or would they only stand and guess the thought...
In my innocents found, I would only cry,
And let them tear the heavens apart.
54 reads
3 Comments
Cheesy Football Song
This is why we play!
It’s what I heard him dreaming
Trying to catch the glimpse
Of all the sunshine in his eyes
And I was hanging on the words
With no correction
Stopping at the rest stops
With all the grumbles on my mind
Traveling on the road of least resistance
Open for all the doldrums,
Mounting songs within so blind
To catch the football in my life
This is my son Wayne
The first connection in my life
Watching him at chance to catch the football
The play that happened to be ...
It’s what I heard him dreaming
Trying to catch the glimpse
Of all the sunshine in his eyes
And I was hanging on the words
With no correction
Stopping at the rest stops
With all the grumbles on my mind
Traveling on the road of least resistance
Open for all the doldrums,
Mounting songs within so blind
To catch the football in my life
This is my son Wayne
The first connection in my life
Watching him at chance to catch the football
The play that happened to be ...
99 reads
6 Comments
The Light of the Narcissus Moon
Did you look up last-night
To the brightened sky dove
Breathing…, and did you walk
With shadows of the lunatic’s love,
Above with the light of being.
Graybeard that hung the lantern,
Walking away in clouds of white pillows,
The disguise of a place that drapes in space
As a crescent hand that willows the face,
Following the drifts of the misting;
By the light of the Narcissus Moon
Did you feel it with your eyes;
Swooning...
To the brightened sky dove
Breathing…, and did you walk
With shadows of the lunatic’s love,
Above with the light of being.
Graybeard that hung the lantern,
Walking away in clouds of white pillows,
The disguise of a place that drapes in space
As a crescent hand that willows the face,
Following the drifts of the misting;
By the light of the Narcissus Moon
Did you feel it with your eyes;
Swooning...
78 reads
3 Comments
The Tree of Life
There is no more forlorn a poem than a tree
So deep is the shunted skin
And it bares every word written
And the tree swung the driftwood in dreams
To the pins and needles, there is the pitch that screams!
But it’s a playful child that only wonders
How high and how keen
Was the darlings’ wrong?
Swing us! The ghost in the graveyard!
Only that has seen something inside,
And wonders the ample of a song
There is but one poem, much too long for the night
As a...
So deep is the shunted skin
And it bares every word written
And the tree swung the driftwood in dreams
To the pins and needles, there is the pitch that screams!
But it’s a playful child that only wonders
How high and how keen
Was the darlings’ wrong?
Swing us! The ghost in the graveyard!
Only that has seen something inside,
And wonders the ample of a song
There is but one poem, much too long for the night
As a...
119 reads
3 Comments
A Creature of Myth
The creature of myth
Lay real by my side,
A cat with a flask
With the poison I sigh
A mid-summer night
A dream bestirs fable,
And a serpent with fire
That feasts from my table.
I found the collections
Where tops opened sides;
Shaken oracles small,
Yet precised very wide.
In a shelter of dream,
I was never to go.
Stood the identity
I was never to know. ...
Lay real by my side,
A cat with a flask
With the poison I sigh
A mid-summer night
A dream bestirs fable,
And a serpent with fire
That feasts from my table.
I found the collections
Where tops opened sides;
Shaken oracles small,
Yet precised very wide.
In a shelter of dream,
I was never to go.
Stood the identity
I was never to know. ...
110 reads
2 Comments
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