Submissions by absinthe
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Born
Eight (6)
1 I'm on fire, love
the saudade of your lips
2 I'm glowing with
the heat
the saudade of
your fingers
2 hold my little berries
in the warmth of your mouth
that wonderful warmth
that saudade!
4 my lily of
the valley
glisten with
the lick
of your tongue
5 in the thrill of
the sultry saudade
of your kisses
6 oh! love
this belly so
tenderly misses
7 the glint of
your jewel
on my lips oh!
the saudade of
8 the wild ember in
your eyes
my love
saudade!
the saudade of your lips
2 I'm glowing with
the heat
the saudade of
your fingers
2 hold my little berries
in the warmth of your mouth
that wonderful warmth
that saudade!
4 my lily of
the valley
glisten with
the lick
of your tongue
5 in the thrill of
the sultry saudade
of your kisses
6 oh! love
this belly so
tenderly misses
7 the glint of
your jewel
on my lips oh!
the saudade of
8 the wild ember in
your eyes
my love
saudade!
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Eight (5)
1 so you say folks
at the market
they all ask about me
when they see you
getting by alone
2 then at the city
the tricycle drivers
they're cheering where
I am, why
you're all alone
3 seems in the village
folks they're betting
do I return
to you
or not
4 my folks
they've been asking
if you're coming to
take me back
5 I know it's been crazy
it's been hard but
you know
6 take me back, love
you know I don't want to
walk alone
7 I always
hold your hand
walking down
that road
8...
at the market
they all ask about me
when they see you
getting by alone
2 then at the city
the tricycle drivers
they're cheering where
I am, why
you're all alone
3 seems in the village
folks they're betting
do I return
to you
or not
4 my folks
they've been asking
if you're coming to
take me back
5 I know it's been crazy
it's been hard but
you know
6 take me back, love
you know I don't want to
walk alone
7 I always
hold your hand
walking down
that road
8...
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Eight (4)
1 often I say foolish
things, let's not talk
just hold my hand and look
at me, I'll shut up
2 if I won't let you
kiss me, just bring me
lilies from the
garden, I'll smile
3 I lie in bed and won't get
up, let's have breakfast
in bed
4 if I'm crying, please
kiss me!
5 if you cuddle the cat
instead of me
that always makes
me laugh
6 if I try to leave
again
pick me up, hold me
don't let me go
7 if I say
leave me alone
don't go
please stay
8 then take my hands
put...
things, let's not talk
just hold my hand and look
at me, I'll shut up
2 if I won't let you
kiss me, just bring me
lilies from the
garden, I'll smile
3 I lie in bed and won't get
up, let's have breakfast
in bed
4 if I'm crying, please
kiss me!
5 if you cuddle the cat
instead of me
that always makes
me laugh
6 if I try to leave
again
pick me up, hold me
don't let me go
7 if I say
leave me alone
don't go
please stay
8 then take my hands
put...
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Waiting for Sunset (13, on second thought...)
Now I am about to finish the final draft of a book of poetry. I wrote the poems during a very difficult time in my life. He always replies to my maunderings. He always greets me in the morning and helps me sleep at night. I get ignored sometimes. I like the seclusion.
We have an unusual relationship. And he brought these with him when I met him. I couldn't understand why I had to bear the last of the intensity of his struggles. All of which I had no part. I became angry and destructive. Disparaging and hurt. I became what he was. Tedious. Exhausted. He's jealous of my stuffed dog...
We have an unusual relationship. And he brought these with him when I met him. I couldn't understand why I had to bear the last of the intensity of his struggles. All of which I had no part. I became angry and destructive. Disparaging and hurt. I became what he was. Tedious. Exhausted. He's jealous of my stuffed dog...
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Eight (3)
1 when I am angry
and confused
ask me
for a walk in the woods
2 though I often refused
ask me
for a swim
it makes me happier
3 on doleful days
ask me
to sit with you
and wait for the sunset
4 or cook
a meal together
it's fun
5 and it was nice
I thought
when you ask me
to look at the beans
you're growing
in the garden
6 or in the evening
to sit outside and
listen to the crickets
and the geckos
7 but really
I like to dance
when you ask me
to hold you
and dance
8 and to make...
and confused
ask me
for a walk in the woods
2 though I often refused
ask me
for a swim
it makes me happier
3 on doleful days
ask me
to sit with you
and wait for the sunset
4 or cook
a meal together
it's fun
5 and it was nice
I thought
when you ask me
to look at the beans
you're growing
in the garden
6 or in the evening
to sit outside and
listen to the crickets
and the geckos
7 but really
I like to dance
when you ask me
to hold you
and dance
8 and to make...
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Mactan Adventure
Last month, my husband and I booked two nights at a beach resort on Mactan Island. We thought it was a wonderful idea before the end of summer. To have a quiet relaxing time together. When we got there, lots of people were swimming and karaoke-singing. Employees of the San Miguel Yamamura Packaging Corporation were having a team building party. I thought it would be horrible, but it turned out to be funny. The singing was quite bad. I thought that was funny. It was low-tide so we couldn't swim on the beach. We went swimming in the pool instead after people got out to play volleyball. It was...
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Eight (2)
1 my first winter and spring were
with you, we entered the Pfynwald
and I wasn't cold, perhaps
the Alps love me
2 and my first temperate summer
we went swimming in Scheveningen
though I couldn't swim
3 when you first came to Asia
the gods must love you because
in Hong Kong they gave you
a wonderful banquet!
4 we were weary but
we walked through Auckland
we found the bay, and I picked my first
Maple leaves in the autumn
5 the view of the coast
from the train on the long journey
to Taitung never left...
with you, we entered the Pfynwald
and I wasn't cold, perhaps
the Alps love me
2 and my first temperate summer
we went swimming in Scheveningen
though I couldn't swim
3 when you first came to Asia
the gods must love you because
in Hong Kong they gave you
a wonderful banquet!
4 we were weary but
we walked through Auckland
we found the bay, and I picked my first
Maple leaves in the autumn
5 the view of the coast
from the train on the long journey
to Taitung never left...
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Eight
(yes, it is Saudade, thank you, Celino)
1 he cried, so much
when he saw me enjoying the water
like a little girl
2 the baby pink flowers
he got them, to decorate my hair
so cheap, but they made me happy
3 after we made love, he said
I had changed, I have matured
he caressed me until
I fell asleep
4 I urinated on myself, yet
he massaged my wet feet and
never left me alone
5 he smiled with a loving glow
at the supermarket because
I tickled my sides
and I looked funny
6 he kissed my face
my feet, my...
1 he cried, so much
when he saw me enjoying the water
like a little girl
2 the baby pink flowers
he got them, to decorate my hair
so cheap, but they made me happy
3 after we made love, he said
I had changed, I have matured
he caressed me until
I fell asleep
4 I urinated on myself, yet
he massaged my wet feet and
never left me alone
5 he smiled with a loving glow
at the supermarket because
I tickled my sides
and I looked funny
6 he kissed my face
my feet, my...
40 reads
6 Comments
Waiting for Sunset (12, on second thought...)
Now I am about to finish the final draft of a book of poetry. I am beginning to miss my husband. She said she kept hearing voices. He always replies to my maunderings. He always greets me in the morning and helps me sleep at night. My tumors are all behaving themselves too. I like the seclusion.
We have an unusual relationship. I became angry and destructive. Disparaging and hurt. I became what he was. Tedious. Exhausted. Isn't a belief in rationality completely irrational? Perhaps because I became an ugly mirror of himself. Now he is more affectionate. More loving. More willing to...
We have an unusual relationship. I became angry and destructive. Disparaging and hurt. I became what he was. Tedious. Exhausted. Isn't a belief in rationality completely irrational? Perhaps because I became an ugly mirror of himself. Now he is more affectionate. More loving. More willing to...
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The Hunter-Gatherer (from "The Mechanical Cock")
In the heart of the bustling city
- a peculiar hunting expedition -
Where female is stalked daily
- by gatherers of a certain sort -
They watch her silicones reflected
- on the tall mountains of glass -
In the dusk a feeding frenzy
- the clink of glasses and jewels -
The deafening synthetic music
- to deaden the screams of the hunt -
Bodies are strewn by the wayside
- the stink of a burnt fuse -
Somewhere in the city periphery
- a tavern of industrial idolatry -
A mechanical phallus erected
- with neons a dancing nimbus -...
- a peculiar hunting expedition -
Where female is stalked daily
- by gatherers of a certain sort -
They watch her silicones reflected
- on the tall mountains of glass -
In the dusk a feeding frenzy
- the clink of glasses and jewels -
The deafening synthetic music
- to deaden the screams of the hunt -
Bodies are strewn by the wayside
- the stink of a burnt fuse -
Somewhere in the city periphery
- a tavern of industrial idolatry -
A mechanical phallus erected
- with neons a dancing nimbus -...
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6 Comments
Cityscape 2
Roar of piping hot engines. Zoom, zoom.
Honk of horns high and low. Poot, beep.
Sound of mahjong chips next door. Toc, tic.
Clang of hi-rise construction. Bang, boom.
Honk of horns high and low. Poot, beep.
Sound of mahjong chips next door. Toc, tic.
Clang of hi-rise construction. Bang, boom.
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Cityscape 1
Whirl of the fan in the room. Humid, lukewarm.
Shop lights seep through windows. Slice, cut.
A crash on the roof next door. Prowler, what?
Panting dogs scurry for prey. Cat, caterwaul.
Shop lights seep through windows. Slice, cut.
A crash on the roof next door. Prowler, what?
Panting dogs scurry for prey. Cat, caterwaul.
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