Submissions by whale
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
seek and you will find when you search with all your heart
EAGLE
Show me a crystal that is clear or a clear way worth walking
Or a forgiveness appreciated that was just given away
Or a wise word heard when foolish men are talking
Or a prize valued more than love that was not prised away.
Then show me bright lights, make up, entrance and stage exit
Show me nights we existed, entranced, dreamed of, made love,
Blue moon, rainbow, or a star fall that sheamed like a bullet
And I'll show you an eagle that found the...
Or a forgiveness appreciated that was just given away
Or a wise word heard when foolish men are talking
Or a prize valued more than love that was not prised away.
Then show me bright lights, make up, entrance and stage exit
Show me nights we existed, entranced, dreamed of, made love,
Blue moon, rainbow, or a star fall that sheamed like a bullet
And I'll show you an eagle that found the...
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CARE
His name was Hassan Gba-Kamara and he posted on my Facebook
“Don’t just love our natural resources, love and care for us too”
I scroll to a picture of a man on his back, knees up in muddy rags
In the gutter of a market street. Yes, a man. The dust flattened
Only by the morning storm. Around him stand armed guards afraid.
He is dying of ebola, a disease with a cure but his country is poor.
He is dying of ebola, without human touch, dignity or farewell.
His country gave the iron… I say gave because no fair price was given…
His country gave the iron...
“Don’t just love our natural resources, love and care for us too”
I scroll to a picture of a man on his back, knees up in muddy rags
In the gutter of a market street. Yes, a man. The dust flattened
Only by the morning storm. Around him stand armed guards afraid.
He is dying of ebola, a disease with a cure but his country is poor.
He is dying of ebola, without human touch, dignity or farewell.
His country gave the iron… I say gave because no fair price was given…
His country gave the iron...
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BLISS
Through the dark and the granite streets and
Darker rain, I ran to the foot of Castle Peak,
Where hate filled battles were lost and won
And pipers echoed.
With child hands and rock feet, I climbed,
To slide as hoped-for-strides fell short and failed
And fingers grabbed air, in prayer, to fall or fly
As I held fast.
Held, beneath the thunderous ephemeral cloud.
Above the cloud's gloom shadow; I am cliff face,
Rock melt, rain drop, a light shard of the coming sun,
Not up nor down.
Adrenalin poised on a precipice,...
Darker rain, I ran to the foot of Castle Peak,
Where hate filled battles were lost and won
And pipers echoed.
With child hands and rock feet, I climbed,
To slide as hoped-for-strides fell short and failed
And fingers grabbed air, in prayer, to fall or fly
As I held fast.
Held, beneath the thunderous ephemeral cloud.
Above the cloud's gloom shadow; I am cliff face,
Rock melt, rain drop, a light shard of the coming sun,
Not up nor down.
Adrenalin poised on a precipice,...
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PRODIGAL
I ran into a salmon belly sun
Jumping high without a look behind me
Such a holla such spin-deemed tilted moon tunes
Screams of foxes fucking my own bukkake demons
Spewing amongst the ripped guts of dustbin bags gurning
As magenta turned to grey I lost my way and in the dark
A humble crack whistle fisting for an echo
I tripped tripping was tripped and tripled took a tumble
Falling into my self made nothing
Crawling low a creeping ground gut an obscene outshut welted
Wedded to an unseen ode to insurrection without direction
I cried like a baby...
Jumping high without a look behind me
Such a holla such spin-deemed tilted moon tunes
Screams of foxes fucking my own bukkake demons
Spewing amongst the ripped guts of dustbin bags gurning
As magenta turned to grey I lost my way and in the dark
A humble crack whistle fisting for an echo
I tripped tripping was tripped and tripled took a tumble
Falling into my self made nothing
Crawling low a creeping ground gut an obscene outshut welted
Wedded to an unseen ode to insurrection without direction
I cried like a baby...
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LETHE
Born on this Earth a sentient soul, happy and free.
Not spiteful or jealous or indentured or mean,
Not some guarantee or docket that certifies I’m me.
Whole, wholly undivided, for this part, for this role
Undiminished as Sun by either dark clouds or night.
This flesh has an ether memory of far clouds, rain,
Of a fall into Lethe with but a few beads of belief
To remember by, remember by, so that all may rise.
Each plexus, a gyre, vortex, a gear, lifting upwards
Like the chain of twenty-nine locks on Devizes canal.
Unknown, un-owned, a beat of...
Not spiteful or jealous or indentured or mean,
Not some guarantee or docket that certifies I’m me.
Whole, wholly undivided, for this part, for this role
Undiminished as Sun by either dark clouds or night.
This flesh has an ether memory of far clouds, rain,
Of a fall into Lethe with but a few beads of belief
To remember by, remember by, so that all may rise.
Each plexus, a gyre, vortex, a gear, lifting upwards
Like the chain of twenty-nine locks on Devizes canal.
Unknown, un-owned, a beat of...
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REVELATION
Rocks forging a hidden treasure left deep in a cave.
A crystal ball, sky dancing beneath years of polishing
To primordial condition, reflecting not casting, light not shadows
And finely lit halos lighting rainbows on candle lit tables,
Out through the windows and show gardens below.
The terma: a leaf of green oleander staccatoed in silver.
Like cocaine on gunpowder, the snow had peppered the scene.
The candle smoke on the crystal, the yin yang of heaven,
The earth of a heaven of a Bethlehem December when
You martyred your lambs of Judah so...
A crystal ball, sky dancing beneath years of polishing
To primordial condition, reflecting not casting, light not shadows
And finely lit halos lighting rainbows on candle lit tables,
Out through the windows and show gardens below.
The terma: a leaf of green oleander staccatoed in silver.
Like cocaine on gunpowder, the snow had peppered the scene.
The candle smoke on the crystal, the yin yang of heaven,
The earth of a heaven of a Bethlehem December when
You martyred your lambs of Judah so...
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SCALES
Here they come
strong arms swinging twig legs from crutches
their beacon the moonlight on my safety jacket
a port of sticks and wash
the swinging bridge a cross over
razor shells cuttle scales
scales of distant nightclubs singing
A rope I hold on stiff with salt
waiting in kerosene lamp light
shark smiles pitch black white eyes spiders back
the scuttle of crab shadows across the dune
to carry my luggage over
drains of shit spilling with the tide and monsoon puddles
bellow deep and low before the blue
with...
strong arms swinging twig legs from crutches
their beacon the moonlight on my safety jacket
a port of sticks and wash
the swinging bridge a cross over
razor shells cuttle scales
scales of distant nightclubs singing
A rope I hold on stiff with salt
waiting in kerosene lamp light
shark smiles pitch black white eyes spiders back
the scuttle of crab shadows across the dune
to carry my luggage over
drains of shit spilling with the tide and monsoon puddles
bellow deep and low before the blue
with...
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SQUINT
What good shoe resists a polish
And collects the dirt of yesterday.
Lo! below their uppers, soles grey.
Rhythm without musicality.
Mortality without reason,
Religion without morality.
How the cow kings spat
In the mouths of the common people,
Lest their decrees be soiled.
And the Cat Queen fell cast
Defined in gold, jewels and brass
Deaf to her maker's prayers.
Lo! Let them squint and ask anew
For that which cannot be seen,
Except when viewed with the heart.
And collects the dirt of yesterday.
Lo! below their uppers, soles grey.
Rhythm without musicality.
Mortality without reason,
Religion without morality.
How the cow kings spat
In the mouths of the common people,
Lest their decrees be soiled.
And the Cat Queen fell cast
Defined in gold, jewels and brass
Deaf to her maker's prayers.
Lo! Let them squint and ask anew
For that which cannot be seen,
Except when viewed with the heart.
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TAPAS
Nails on ankles scratch for cures,
For woes and vex that foes cause
And dystopic eyes focus on distant shores
While wisdom waits.
Blame bites blood to the bone,
Blunt words break wear and wight,
Vane wit vainglories vaults and wanes
While wisdom waits.
A life without needs, needs meaning.
Meaning meaning quietude in love:
Salmon, a sip, jamon, a tapas of brave patatas;
While wisdom waits.
For woes and vex that foes cause
And dystopic eyes focus on distant shores
While wisdom waits.
Blame bites blood to the bone,
Blunt words break wear and wight,
Vane wit vainglories vaults and wanes
While wisdom waits.
A life without needs, needs meaning.
Meaning meaning quietude in love:
Salmon, a sip, jamon, a tapas of brave patatas;
While wisdom waits.
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DESERT
An absoluteness shorn by wind.
Yellow sea, isles of yellow rocks;
Free of contradictions.
No walls, portals nor windows,
Just nothing and the
Contemplation of nothing.
Don't ask me for forgiveness
To absolve your mysteries.
For no sorry nor sorrow worries,
Nor caprice nor princely wishes,
Nor bitter hopes nor sweet hatreds
Survive this desert brow.
And don't look for meanings
In the scorched dust of the air
Or parched dust of your feet,
For water or for wood, empty
Of thought yet full of wonder
For the emphatic of...
Yellow sea, isles of yellow rocks;
Free of contradictions.
No walls, portals nor windows,
Just nothing and the
Contemplation of nothing.
Don't ask me for forgiveness
To absolve your mysteries.
For no sorry nor sorrow worries,
Nor caprice nor princely wishes,
Nor bitter hopes nor sweet hatreds
Survive this desert brow.
And don't look for meanings
In the scorched dust of the air
Or parched dust of your feet,
For water or for wood, empty
Of thought yet full of wonder
For the emphatic of...
138 reads
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WORN
when my heart was dishwater
rolling rock dust and powder
and all of my angels had gone back to heaven
feeding from pub nuts out of my pocket
when all was past and passed sweet caring
chutney and chips sweet delicacies
and all her hymns chimney ashes
fag packs beer caps bedded my morning
rain drips my bath water fell from the awnings
shoe bruised worn socks backwards walking
brittle and rattle through battle and warring
came a sweet love calling for me
rolling rock dust and powder
and all of my angels had gone back to heaven
feeding from pub nuts out of my pocket
when all was past and passed sweet caring
chutney and chips sweet delicacies
and all her hymns chimney ashes
fag packs beer caps bedded my morning
rain drips my bath water fell from the awnings
shoe bruised worn socks backwards walking
brittle and rattle through battle and warring
came a sweet love calling for me
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SWAN
When hope was broken next to less,
A swan turned an egg in her nest.
It is simpleness when one is blessed.
One seed beads garlands of wetland reeds,
A march of hope in a marsh of doubt.
For a seed in weeds is still a seed that will sprout.
Sprout and grow as if only Heaven's above,
For what do seeds and eggs care
When there is love.
A swan turned an egg in her nest.
It is simpleness when one is blessed.
One seed beads garlands of wetland reeds,
A march of hope in a marsh of doubt.
For a seed in weeds is still a seed that will sprout.
Sprout and grow as if only Heaven's above,
For what do seeds and eggs care
When there is love.
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