Submissions by Pishashee
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
A hookah flavored water spout, to shout and shout and shout and shout!
The Treasure
I’ll bring you a treasure of sunset gold,
I’ll give you the wealth of my dreams.
In offering warmth of the desert sands,
Or the coolness of mountain streams.
If you would but trust your hand in mine,
And say we shall never part.
I'll build you a throne of the moon and the stars,
And I will lay at your feet my heart.
I’ll give you the wealth of my dreams.
In offering warmth of the desert sands,
Or the coolness of mountain streams.
If you would but trust your hand in mine,
And say we shall never part.
I'll build you a throne of the moon and the stars,
And I will lay at your feet my heart.
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At Night I Write
At night I write at home in my pajamas,
the ones with the khaki and teal stripe,
tucked under the celestial sphere,
looking at a false colored photostar
hidden in truth of visible light,
bringing home a core of immobile culverins,
walking in the transformation from a cloud;
the Latin, it precedes through many stages.
the ones with the khaki and teal stripe,
tucked under the celestial sphere,
looking at a false colored photostar
hidden in truth of visible light,
bringing home a core of immobile culverins,
walking in the transformation from a cloud;
the Latin, it precedes through many stages.
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Plum Pain
This is just to say
With a fair amount
Of common sense,
With your head
In the fridge,
At times in which
The freezer door
Is in-sway.
'Don't stand up'
Forgive me,
It's too bad
In that it happened.
With a fair amount
Of common sense,
With your head
In the fridge,
At times in which
The freezer door
Is in-sway.
'Don't stand up'
Forgive me,
It's too bad
In that it happened.
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Time
It might be burden
but I think it’s a curse,
each one of my sentence
becoming laid verse,
Its laid upon reason,
it comes upon time,
it sways like a song
and it bellows of rhyme,
I can't seem to plunder
or think of a drop,
and sweep across floors
as If I were a mop,
Just skating the wonder
and never to stop,
then I look at the real,
and for a moment I flop,
and then notice to find
as I look at the clock;
tic-toc, ...
but I think it’s a curse,
each one of my sentence
becoming laid verse,
Its laid upon reason,
it comes upon time,
it sways like a song
and it bellows of rhyme,
I can't seem to plunder
or think of a drop,
and sweep across floors
as If I were a mop,
Just skating the wonder
and never to stop,
then I look at the real,
and for a moment I flop,
and then notice to find
as I look at the clock;
tic-toc, ...
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The Squalid Atmosphere of Intrigue and Betrayal
Oh how the lone wolf howled in the night as I listened
Oh my woman how he performed
Something so profound in his sensual temperament wild
What does he see in this lonely night born
Dark in the woods where the markings are bare
There perfumes a betrayal in an intrigued atmosphere, squalid
Perhaps it's something familiar that I fear
Reminding him of something he once knew, now breathing inside me
As the electricity ran through my heart
He felt my last breath with beauty in his critical move
And the bird that dreams as a child,
Will dream the frolic...
Oh my woman how he performed
Something so profound in his sensual temperament wild
What does he see in this lonely night born
Dark in the woods where the markings are bare
There perfumes a betrayal in an intrigued atmosphere, squalid
Perhaps it's something familiar that I fear
Reminding him of something he once knew, now breathing inside me
As the electricity ran through my heart
He felt my last breath with beauty in his critical move
And the bird that dreams as a child,
Will dream the frolic...
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The Sea
The Sea! The Sea! of rolling dreams beats on the brightened shore,
And as I look into this rook of dreams I still want more.
I listen for a voice and bring unto my tiny ear,
The shell of crested open wave and this is what I hear
Come in! come in! from land to dream I wonder if you could.
But as I hear a different voice I ponder if I should,
Indifferent voice of danger lurks into the voided mind,
And though I try and reason with a durst is all I find.
The echo tempts with chores and tips of powering detail,
But as the...
And as I look into this rook of dreams I still want more.
I listen for a voice and bring unto my tiny ear,
The shell of crested open wave and this is what I hear
Come in! come in! from land to dream I wonder if you could.
But as I hear a different voice I ponder if I should,
Indifferent voice of danger lurks into the voided mind,
And though I try and reason with a durst is all I find.
The echo tempts with chores and tips of powering detail,
But as the...
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For the Glory of Poet Harvey
An old favorite of the boys is to state things briefly and plainly,
In masters of medicine that has been selected;
As brilliant as the clam's leg,
Yet, not letting anything pass unmentioned, which cannot be seen,
As their closeness is near as mine
Only to taste the electricity inside the music
As the wiring is stated, and then taps the start.
And me, fretful of the described memory used,
Now for it all to fall apart, and that's when it did.
I gasped when hearing falters of the young.
Today, I’m relieved of the lectures of moral...
In masters of medicine that has been selected;
As brilliant as the clam's leg,
Yet, not letting anything pass unmentioned, which cannot be seen,
As their closeness is near as mine
Only to taste the electricity inside the music
As the wiring is stated, and then taps the start.
And me, fretful of the described memory used,
Now for it all to fall apart, and that's when it did.
I gasped when hearing falters of the young.
Today, I’m relieved of the lectures of moral...
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Once Upon a Time
Once upon a time it seems
And sounds the same in endless dreams
Where everything is exact in quandary,
Where I came to breath,
However much the darting harmony.
Did you see the casts in silhouette
Of beasts and sage and amulets
Pondering Autumn as taunts forget,
The tinged and grazing tapestry.
Can you hear the cave as phantoms scream
Inside the sound that echoes bleed
So loud and taxing - as each day goes by,
Knowing each moment, but never know why.
The amber cast the...
And sounds the same in endless dreams
Where everything is exact in quandary,
Where I came to breath,
However much the darting harmony.
Did you see the casts in silhouette
Of beasts and sage and amulets
Pondering Autumn as taunts forget,
The tinged and grazing tapestry.
Can you hear the cave as phantoms scream
Inside the sound that echoes bleed
So loud and taxing - as each day goes by,
Knowing each moment, but never know why.
The amber cast the...
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