Submissions by harlequin
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
The whispered wind played merry with the leaves of trees Said one unto the other, it is the leaves that move The other seeing different declared it was in fact the breeze A third whose view did vary more affirmed for all it is the mind that moves
Convocation of Darkness
Convocation of Darkness
You talk of stories
Come closer to the fire
All ye of fortitude and strong of heart
And sit ye down
For here is a story to tell
It was the year without a summer
Some called it times of everlasting fog
Every sloth tick of every hour it dwelt
As some monstrous cape upon the sullen earth
Neither wind nor rain would chase or send it on its way
Never shifting, never lifting from one Sabbath to the next
Except to redden and dim in passing,
Beneath the futility of an unseen sun
The...
You talk of stories
Come closer to the fire
All ye of fortitude and strong of heart
And sit ye down
For here is a story to tell
It was the year without a summer
Some called it times of everlasting fog
Every sloth tick of every hour it dwelt
As some monstrous cape upon the sullen earth
Neither wind nor rain would chase or send it on its way
Never shifting, never lifting from one Sabbath to the next
Except to redden and dim in passing,
Beneath the futility of an unseen sun
The...
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"Nocturnum" ~ Rewrite
Nocturnum
Part angular, part rounded, part obscured from view
Nothing familiar,
Dark as a cavity it grabs your attention
Once, twice it inveigles your mind
Is there a sound, does it move
A rustle of leaves, the crack of a twig
Is there a hint of sibilant hiss
What? You imagine, is that
Just for a moment unsettling
There and then gone in the spill of the moonlight
Shadows do that
Harlequin Writes (Feb 2012)
Part angular, part rounded, part obscured from view
Nothing familiar,
Dark as a cavity it grabs your attention
Once, twice it inveigles your mind
Is there a sound, does it move
A rustle of leaves, the crack of a twig
Is there a hint of sibilant hiss
What? You imagine, is that
Just for a moment unsettling
There and then gone in the spill of the moonlight
Shadows do that
Harlequin Writes (Feb 2012)
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"Vacation"
Vacation
All around looks so proud in the sun
Even the shadows lie clean and defined
As some soul with nothing to hide
And the rhythm of it all carries an unhurried grace
Here where the land meets the sea
Later from the balcony
We watch the evening light peacefully slide
As a sun of richer reds decants itself gently below our horizon,
In such glorious ambience of dappled colours
That we all know so well.
Thorndike wrote of the mind as mans connection system,
He spoke of psychological associations,
Not of ideas but...
All around looks so proud in the sun
Even the shadows lie clean and defined
As some soul with nothing to hide
And the rhythm of it all carries an unhurried grace
Here where the land meets the sea
Later from the balcony
We watch the evening light peacefully slide
As a sun of richer reds decants itself gently below our horizon,
In such glorious ambience of dappled colours
That we all know so well.
Thorndike wrote of the mind as mans connection system,
He spoke of psychological associations,
Not of ideas but...
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"Oasis" ....
Oasis …..
‘Neath juniper and argan trees
The grasses taller, thicker
Laced with young tamarisk
All silhouette and statue still
Against nights curtain and cicadas song
Here, away from neon noise
Two lovers stand
Their urgent flesh
Contained by nothing more
Than loosely fitting lengths of cloth
The kiss is deep
The quaking tightness of their limbs
The gasps of breath
“I thought love lost” he said
“No...” said she, Her blushing smile unto his eyes
“...Just waiting to be found”
Harlequin...
‘Neath juniper and argan trees
The grasses taller, thicker
Laced with young tamarisk
All silhouette and statue still
Against nights curtain and cicadas song
Here, away from neon noise
Two lovers stand
Their urgent flesh
Contained by nothing more
Than loosely fitting lengths of cloth
The kiss is deep
The quaking tightness of their limbs
The gasps of breath
“I thought love lost” he said
“No...” said she, Her blushing smile unto his eyes
“...Just waiting to be found”
Harlequin...
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By What Name ....
By What Name …
By what name shall we call it
Upon a list of wants and wishes
Be you rich as Croesus
The world will give you sycophants
But will it give you this
And there in time
A sparkle in the eye
That liquid smile,
A breathless word
That hollow thumping in your chest
The vital need of hands to touch
Each scented note upon the skin
Times which no memory imagined
Would ever dare or deem
To seek to wash away
Some things happen wordlessly
But this she...
By what name shall we call it
Upon a list of wants and wishes
Be you rich as Croesus
The world will give you sycophants
But will it give you this
And there in time
A sparkle in the eye
That liquid smile,
A breathless word
That hollow thumping in your chest
The vital need of hands to touch
Each scented note upon the skin
Times which no memory imagined
Would ever dare or deem
To seek to wash away
Some things happen wordlessly
But this she...
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Pat-a-Cake
Pat a cake pat a cake maker of man
Bake us a faith as quick as you can
Pat it and prick it ~ you marked it with $!
Let it mutate and franchised it out?
….. Segue into opprobrium ….
Hush, hush whisper who dares
Lucifer’s rising
And counting his heirs …..
Harlequin Writes (Feb 2012)
Bake us a faith as quick as you can
Pat it and prick it ~ you marked it with $!
Let it mutate and franchised it out?
….. Segue into opprobrium ….
Hush, hush whisper who dares
Lucifer’s rising
And counting his heirs …..
Harlequin Writes (Feb 2012)
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Any Bad Day
Any Bad Day …
If the day was inarticulate
Frustrations hushed
Compressed below a bottle cap
Carried home to marinade
In slumber left to stew
And still you wake
The curtains spread
Dawn’s light is up
To find it tight and urgent still
Irascible and fidget strewn
How will fly the new day
Awkward on the wing
Still slavishly in rank
Of same old notes
Dotted on the treble clef
Threaded through the rhythm
Of another’s beating drum
Rise up yourself
Cut and paste your razored edge
The higher mind begins...
If the day was inarticulate
Frustrations hushed
Compressed below a bottle cap
Carried home to marinade
In slumber left to stew
And still you wake
The curtains spread
Dawn’s light is up
To find it tight and urgent still
Irascible and fidget strewn
How will fly the new day
Awkward on the wing
Still slavishly in rank
Of same old notes
Dotted on the treble clef
Threaded through the rhythm
Of another’s beating drum
Rise up yourself
Cut and paste your razored edge
The higher mind begins...
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It's Not the Sky That's Falling
It’s Not the Sky That’s Falling
Book of life you’ve so confused me
Sweetness stolen from the air
No more songs to sing within
The natural light of reason leaves me
Wise-ass life cracks a knowing line
“You think it’s dark?”
“Tis the grey-scale palette of love gone lame”
Let fly grape-shot of contradictions
Mooring lines flaccid, loose and tattered
Affinity falling
A thousand shattered pointless pieces
Beyond the mend of tape and glue
Oh Book of life you did confuse me
Harlequin Writes (Feb 2012)
Book of life you’ve so confused me
Sweetness stolen from the air
No more songs to sing within
The natural light of reason leaves me
Wise-ass life cracks a knowing line
“You think it’s dark?”
“Tis the grey-scale palette of love gone lame”
Let fly grape-shot of contradictions
Mooring lines flaccid, loose and tattered
Affinity falling
A thousand shattered pointless pieces
Beyond the mend of tape and glue
Oh Book of life you did confuse me
Harlequin Writes (Feb 2012)
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GENESIS
Genesis
And life was without form
And void
And darkness was upon the face of the days
I caught a bug
I think I took it from your lips
One night
When kissing
Some wine coated
Whip-lick of a smile
I asked you what it was
You showed me
The colours that hide in the dark
And the spirit of life
Re-jigged perception
Re-mapped its pieces
Of firmament
Spin
And the tilt of the earth
Your perfume was on me
And for days
I would not wash my skin
And the bug made so clear
All division between
The...
And life was without form
And void
And darkness was upon the face of the days
I caught a bug
I think I took it from your lips
One night
When kissing
Some wine coated
Whip-lick of a smile
I asked you what it was
You showed me
The colours that hide in the dark
And the spirit of life
Re-jigged perception
Re-mapped its pieces
Of firmament
Spin
And the tilt of the earth
Your perfume was on me
And for days
I would not wash my skin
And the bug made so clear
All division between
The...
170 reads
4 Comments
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