Shop Forum More Submit  Join Login
About Deviant Artist Senior Member Jade PandoraFemale/United States Groups :iconthestorytellers: TheStorytellers
 
Recent Activity
Deviant for 14 Years
Needs Core Membership
Statistics 511 Deviations 30,066 Comments 181,645 Pageviews
×

Newest Deviations

Literature
Seduction in the Orange Groves
In rows of citrus trees the workers tend  
My fam’ly’s enterprise a century.
Among Valencia where I would fend,
And since I came of age they all could see—
The girl-turned-woman child is like an orange,
With flesh as smooth & scented of its bloom.
Don’t ever taste the skin of burnished orb;
Must leave the tree, deny of its perfume.
They also knew the foreman had his sight
To pluck the succulent from off the tree.
He could not reckon such a dare would bite,
How willingly to tempt the Fates was he.
Yet to his nerve & swagger I was drawn
In spite the station of my pedigree.
And so it was one day at break of dawn
We met beneath the tree he knew I’d be.
The heavy-lidded eyes’ belie intent,
My efforts hew much closer to the source.
To find his poverty from words’ infest,
Lest oft’ I may betray a truer course.
It cannot liken to his wax & wane,
Of what is ripe in needful harvest tryst.
In twilight chill, the smudge pots in the rain,
Thei
:iconJade-Pandora:Jade-Pandora
:iconjade-pandora:Jade-Pandora 8 2
Literature
Cumulus and Stratus
You think that water is the color blue,  
That ocean currents imitate the wind.  
And where it ends beyond the height of clouds,  
That’s where the sky of me will turn to black  
Where neither air nor astronauts may live.  
Yes I’m the sky and all the rest is air.  
If not for me there’d be no atrium,  
To hold within the weather and the rain  
From where the cumulus and stratus play.  
The teeming life that feeds on coral beds,  
The orca pods who prey on lesser whales,  
As porpoise with their echos guide their young.  
The snow on summits where no birds can reach.  
The forest at its base, bears hibernate.  
The sockeye who return from whence their birth,  
And beneficial run-offs where they spawn.  
The tribe who grazes stock & gathers fruit,  
And nomads follow zebra to the stream.  
The fishermen who cast their nets afar,  
The children who play naked in the surf.
:iconJade-Pandora:Jade-Pandora
:iconjade-pandora:Jade-Pandora 5 3
Literature
Periwinkle
(a nursery tale)
     
     
Near a sleek interstate of the new Now        
Of Today’s city glass towers’ gleam,        
From the day’s perfect rise of Know How,        
And Tomorrow of manicured dreams:        
     
Stood the sprawl of an old shanty town        
Where lush trees & green grass never grew;        
Shown no mercy; a dry trodden frown        
Like the tough shanty dwellers it drew.        
     
But for all of a dirty-faced soul        
Passing time in the cardboard & shake,        
Moved an odd, mystic child of the shoal        
Picking mussels & shells for the take.        
     
And the name, Periwinkle, or Jill,      
:iconJade-Pandora:Jade-Pandora
:iconjade-pandora:Jade-Pandora 6 7
Literature
Sometimes
There’s sometimes —  
When the coffee flows    
When the showers fall,  
And I don’t feel a thing.  
 
‘Cause that’s when —  
You would reach for me  
When I hear you call,  
And I’m remembering.  
 
It’s that time —  
Then I feel the eyes  
Of a summer’s night,  
Peering through autumn’s spring.  
 
Taking me —  
Through the years ago  
In a lover’s flight,  
Longing to hear you sing.  
 
 
You know that    
Love’s a case of hit and miss —  
When the moon is high    
When the sun is low,  
And sometimes, baby    
I need more words than this.
 
 
 
Searching for —  
More than just a need  
That I hope you feel,  
Trying to reach the sky.  
 
Believing —  
If I plant a seed  
And to
:iconJade-Pandora:Jade-Pandora
:iconjade-pandora:Jade-Pandora 6 5
Literature
ECSTATIC (feat. Ecstasy*)
There comes a time  
When lovers are just friends without a means.  
 
It’s not too long  
Before you find romance is just a scene.  
 
Reality  
Becomes a fact that steals all your dreams.  
 
And then they die  
When you believe there’s nothing in between...  
 
 
You make me ecstatic —  
Even when I’m feelin’ sad  
Just because I know the truth.  
 
You got me ecstatic —  
Desperation setting in,  
Has no bite without a tooth.  
 
You spell out ecstatic —  
In the dictionary there’s  
A picture just like you.  
 
I feel you, ecstatic —  
Taking over me and there’s  
Just nothing I can do...  
 
 
 
There comes a time  
When lovers are just friends without a means.
:iconJade-Pandora:Jade-Pandora
:iconjade-pandora:Jade-Pandora 3 0
Literature
A Favorite Song
( a Sonnet )
🎼A boy dropped in a dime and chose B2,
The bubbles in the juke lit up the place.
He grabbed his date & show’d me what to do,
I swayed with love’s abandon on my face.
🎼To hear our favorite song for the first time,;
’Twas never meant to be the one we heard.
To dance w’ perfect guy in perfect rhyme,
I listen’d to, lip-syncing ev’ry word.
🎼The way he studied me in like was such;
He loved the way the music fill’d my dress.
We moved around without a single touch;
A curious reaction nonetheless.
🎼We often change the words of how it’s sung;  
This song will always be our number one.  
:iconJade-Pandora:Jade-Pandora
:iconjade-pandora:Jade-Pandora 8 7
Literature
Sermon
30/30
Loosen’d bondage, silken laces,
Sin in hallow’d satin places,
Tender kisses tasting traces
From her lover’s oral graces.
Drifting dunes like sandy beaches,
What he wants of her he reaches.
In the scent & shade of peaches
Is the sermon that she preaches.
Leaning forward gently touching
Trails of salty tears of weeping.
Render’d lover I am dreaming;
Moon has secret, am I sleeping?

As his breath meets w’ her sighing,
Pressing closest, deepest finding;
Yes, my love, you have me flying
As the moon, with us, is rising.
:iconJade-Pandora:Jade-Pandora
:iconjade-pandora:Jade-Pandora 10 9
Literature
Gossip 'Cross the Table
29/30
(With a smattering of Alphabetical Alliterations)    
   
THE BARNSTABLE STOCK & TRADE      
(Founded circa: 1822) $1.25 US, $1.62 CAN/a copy.      
Circulation: 8,703. Add 12 more if you count the cardboard settlement on the river bottom under the 4th Street bridge.    
   
Today’s forecast was set for hot.  This evening will be less hot.  
There’ll be a quarter moon on the wane.  Tomorrow’s first light will be at 5:32AM.    
Bringing you the latest in our daily evening special edition.    
         = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =    
   
Some of you might still be wondering why we went exclusively evening last month.  Here’s the most recent example:      
   
• Liberty, our luscious transplant with the overbite lisp who moved here fro
:iconJade-Pandora:Jade-Pandora
:iconjade-pandora:Jade-Pandora 2 1
Literature
Black Market Friday
28/30
It’s ev’ry month I come collect my pay
For po’ems I submit each thirty days,
With bottle caps’ & buttons’ colors gay
I bank inside a jar and hide away.
And when it’s time I add a little more,
Then jog into the DA general store
To parlay w’ the clerk what I can score
Who smiles & asks me what the rush is for.
I say there is no time for me to waste,
Apologizing for my shopper’s haste.
I need to buy a toothbrush I misplaced
To rid my teeth of food I still can taste.
But tell me of your specials for the day
I can avail, and then I must away.
“I’ve china glass that chime when breezes sway
And paper parasols that give you shade.
Huarache sandals made of hide that stray’d,
And compasses to help you find your way.”
 
But do you carry anything in stock
That’s off the record, just in case I gawk?
“There’s lingerie made of grape-flavored mesh,
And Cuban stogies sent from Bangladesh.
The fis
:iconJade-Pandora:Jade-Pandora
:iconjade-pandora:Jade-Pandora 6 4
Literature
Death By Cheerios
27/30
The honey-nut variety  
From half a dozen of its ilk.  
Just bone dry without any milk,  
No almond, soy or coconut.  
I honestly can’t say the words.  
I’m eating it like raisin turds.  
There goes one flying by my face,  
I tried to toss it, missed a space.  
I’ll never find it on the rug,  
These bastards do me like a drug!  
And 6 months later, petrified,  
I’ll find it laying where it died.  
It tried committing suicide,  
With other brothers mummified.  
It’s really gross, I’ll relocate  
Just ‘cause of something that I ate.  
I’ll catch my death because I froze  
In my car eating Cheerios!  
:iconJade-Pandora:Jade-Pandora
:iconjade-pandora:Jade-Pandora 3 3
Literature
Moon Child
26/30
Each night of overcast protection  
When the air is filled with coastal haze,  
Light of fair orb’s rising reflection  
Is seeking while hidden from my gaze.  
She graces each day, ev’ry ev’ning,  
Hoping notes of my love she will find.  
Sending tears of stars while believing,  
Praying for my words the sweet’st kind.  
I peer in the mist for my ember,  
As my thoughts tell her listen be still.  
On nights you think I won’t remember,  
But of course, dear child, I always will.  
My love, Moon’s affection, I’ve missed you  
As the tides in me still ebb & flow.  
How can I cease doing what’s nat’ural  
While your Mother’s embrace tells me so?  
For until there’s nothing left to scribe,
Till the restless tides give in, and die.  
:iconJade-Pandora:Jade-Pandora
:iconjade-pandora:Jade-Pandora 7 0
Literature
He Never Saw Me (At The Club)
25/30  
He never saw me come to him
With music smoke rings in my hair.
Where others mingled on the rim,
While sitting at a table there.
So unaware how women stalk,
To cross the room where he was at.
With tabby stripes of stealthy walk,
As if to slink more like a cat.
But here I was beside his chair,
A color strobe lit up my face
Just as he turn’d look’d up to stare,
And so did others in the place.
I moved & leaned to let him guess.
His eyelids lower’d from the scent,
The sparkl’d mesh of cocktail dress
And hemline raised to please a gent.
I saw his interest start to pique
And let him have some time to think.
He pull’d me to him on the sneak
As bourbon spill’d from toppl’d drink.
I felt my chance to dance had come.
A waitress came & went just then.
A glass he’d ordered, coke and rum,
And held it to my lips, “Say when”.
Don’t think that I’m that kind of girl,
I said, and brush’d his drink aside.
:iconJade-Pandora:Jade-Pandora
:iconjade-pandora:Jade-Pandora 4 3
Literature
ECLIPSE
24/30
(a Sonnet of betrayal from long ago)
I scan galactic coastlines that reckon,
Stretching endlessly through time warpage thus.
For how your pale crusades lull and beckon,
As I seek parallels in quietus.
While my own floats free near your fingertips
With each passing nano second's death knell,
Doub'ling the length from my scarified hips
Where a flaming phoenix once rose and fell.
There never were past lives serenity,
Since the way I think there are no seashores.
Nor siren song's echo’d meant so for me,
Why ergo I'm drifting further from yours.
And there's no more time for night's passing ships
To distant equators.  Make sail!  Eclipse!
:iconJade-Pandora:Jade-Pandora
:iconjade-pandora:Jade-Pandora 3 0
Literature
Atrium
23/30
( a Sonnet )
The pinks of upper desert where I go,
The season slakes its thirst ‘ere mesa bleed.
When brash santanas barrel bending low,
To scorch and turn all into tumbleweed.
But come a blight the wind of colder days,
And raises twice the altitude of hush.
A hidden veil to bring a new moon phase,
This constellation arc of whisper’d rush.
And never was the nape of sky so deep,
From where I watch and see a universe.
To be all this and nevermore to sleep,
But dreams are how I’m able to traverse.
So clear the ‘scape it lets in all the light,
The atrium of sky, its starry night.
:iconJade-Pandora:Jade-Pandora
:iconjade-pandora:Jade-Pandora 5 2
Literature
Empty Bowl
22/30
“Strength does not come from winning. Your struggles develop your strengths. When you go through hardships and decide not to surrender, that is strength.”
When I’d been diagnosed,
It was the first string of
Medical jab & sting
Over the years
In longer worms
Of consequences
From that first recognition.
But it was the first one, as it
Fled the doctor's lips
Like a gypsy moth.
His stolen words,
Crude & mute,
That flew in my ear
With rice flour wings.
Before then, I was immortal,
Afraid of nothing nada nil.
Even spiders that spin
Caught in a web.
Denying wee things.
Now I had tiny creatures
Secretly growing inside me.
I'd rather have had a bowl of
Goldfish or a puppy my own
And make it my friend.
My friend would be
Middle-aged
In dog years by now,
Taking care of me instead.
But that's just it. I am still here
And my friend never was.
Yet an influence to me
In many ways
As is a dog prone,
To give my pause paws
When it’s one of those days
Which are
:iconJade-Pandora:Jade-Pandora
:iconjade-pandora:Jade-Pandora 4 0
Literature
APACHE
21/30
In middle school it was, as I recall
When I first saw him on the playground race.
A band of other boys were chasing him
As he was galloping the sand pit run.
I know it does, but yes, you heard me right,
This braying boy was slapping on his haunch.
That’s why I swear I heard a pony shout,
A shrill bone whistle as he whoop’d about.
The next time I was walking home from class,
I hadn’t any money for the bus.
Before I knew it there he was again
With gravel flying, barefoot, as he passed.
It's funny how much time would fly till when
He eyed me at a Pow Wow barbecue.
And circled ‘round me to the beat of drums
To show off on the day we finally met.
In senior year there was no time to waste.
He told me he had joined a month before,
Enlisting in the U.S. Army Corp,
So we would only have that night to spend.
So we went to a Taos Motel 6
Where we would absolute each other's first.
And that was last we were together since
While he was in a place that he called
:iconJade-Pandora:Jade-Pandora
:iconjade-pandora:Jade-Pandora 4 1

Favourites

My universe... by MartaC My universe... :iconmartac:MartaC 376 62 Space Explosion Backgrounds by GraphicAssets Space Explosion Backgrounds :icongraphicassets:GraphicAssets 1,656 62 Neon Melt by burningmonk Neon Melt :iconburningmonk:burningmonk 194 25 Seijinshiki by burningmonk Seijinshiki :iconburningmonk:burningmonk 303 32 Soba Chef by burningmonk Soba Chef :iconburningmonk:burningmonk 168 20 Bright colors of summer by Daykiney Bright colors of summer :icondaykiney:Daykiney 94 14 Bavaro by IvanAndreevich Bavaro :iconivanandreevich:IvanAndreevich 376 18 spring chills by Apofiss spring chills :iconapofiss:Apofiss 4,396 51 Decisions by IvanAndreevich Decisions :iconivanandreevich:IvanAndreevich 235 8 Braving the Stairs by Ulprus Braving the Stairs :iconulprus:Ulprus 6 2 Sending love error message by Hekkoto Sending love error message :iconhekkoto:Hekkoto 116 27 Transcend by IvanAndreevich Transcend :iconivanandreevich:IvanAndreevich 255 7 Tenderness by NB-Photo Tenderness :iconnb-photo:NB-Photo 488 41 orange by jay-birds orange :iconjay-birds:jay-birds 6 0 Giant Cat Photoshop Manipulation by redchilliworx Giant Cat Photoshop Manipulation :iconredchilliworx:redchilliworx 4 0 The lady and The Tiger by Nikola096 The lady and The Tiger :iconnikola096:Nikola096 6 0

Faved Articles and Journals

Journal
Celebrating 18 Years of DeviantArt!
It's DeviantArt's 18th Birthday, and we want to celebrate with you. Check out our festive challenge and Artist Evolution Spotlight to see how you can get involved AND how to get our special Birthday Badge!
GET THE BADGE

18th BirthdayArtist Evolution
Twitter
Facebook
Google+
On August 7th, eighteen years ago, DeviantArt opened its digital doors to bring artists and art enthusiasts from around the globe together. From that day forward, we set out to entertain, inspire, and empower the artist in all of us. No matter where you are on your artistic journey — whether you joined 18 minutes, months, or years ago — we're proud to be part of your Internet life and can't wait to see what the next eighteen years bring!
As D
:iconHeidi:Heidi
:iconheidi:Heidi 1,790 5,630
Journal
Best Of NaPoWriMo 2018
:wave: Hey guys! As promised, here is the overall "Best Of" edition for NaPo 2018. :la: Note, some of these may be repeats as some pieces I featured previously are ones I just want to show again. Also, some people may show up more than once. I want to try to include poems from everyone who submitted, so I hope I manage to get everyone in. I'm literally scrolling through every folder and reading to see what strikes me, or what I remember finding striking in the past month. At any rate, you know what to do. :heart:
Best of NaPoWriMo 2018:


Gentle by MysticalPoetburial shroud by Parsat
the yankees bounce back by doodlerTMBond Night by ShadowedAcolyteCraft by ShadowedAcolyteBad Actor by Hades-Flower
s(e)oul by XxFlameFrost101xXNaPo 2018 Days 8-14 by Medoriko
:iconMedoriko:Medoriko
:iconmedoriko:Medoriko 22 19
Journal
Best of NaPo 2018 Week 4
Here you go guys :heart: You know the drill. 
Best of NaPo: Week 4


Sermon by Jade-PandoraPoems 22-28 of Letters by hyung-ie
xxvi. by Glasses-And-Bladesdo you even know you do by hypermagicalNaPoWrimo #28 (2018) by AtypicalLilyDay 2 by MysticalPoet
XXIX. there is no fear in love by philologieRa'ad by noorelvendreaming by creativelyclicheand the ocean was deep blue by StarryStarrySky7267
NaPoWriMo Day 25: Light Pollution by CherryBerry545The war of the unsheathed weapons(30/30) by oviedomedinaBlurry Sky by Ladnavarxxvii. don't you know you can't win them all by xfuture-boundx
Napowrimo 2018 Week 4 by Darkfang8901NaPoWriMo Day 26 - And I Dont Know Why by EnzymeDeviceNaPo 2018 Days 22-30 by Medoriko
I'll be posting a "Best of NaPo 2018" overall edition this week as well, so keep your eyes peeled for that. 
:heart:
:iconNaPoWriMo: 
:iconMedoriko:Medoriko
:iconmedoriko:Medoriko 22 18
Journal
Best of NaPo 2018 Week 3
Here you go :giggle: Now that Week 2 AND 3 are now posted, we're all caught up.
Quick note! Don't forget, if you're trying to participate in the NaPo Commenting Contest (which honestly you should) any pieces featured on Challenge winner journals  AND pieces featured in my weekly "Best Of" (like this one) count for double points. So keep that in mind. They're all out to get me... If you do comment on these for that purpose, try to remember to star those when you note the group with your comments at the end of the month! 
For more info, see here: NaPo Comment Contest!
You know the drill! Take a gander and show some love below. :heart:
Best of NaPo: Week 3

:iconMedoriko:Medoriko
:iconmedoriko:Medoriko 25 16
Journal
Best of NaPo 2018 Week...2?
I guess I didn't do a "Best of Week 2?" :lmao: Like, I could have sworn I did. :faint: So! I will post Week 2 right now, and I will do Week 3 tomorrow. Also, to make up for this I'll try to make both features longer this time :) And maybe by then I will find where my brain went. :lol: 
Quick note! Don't forget, if you're trying to participate in the NaPo Commenting Contest (which honestly you should) any pieces featured on Challenge winner journals  AND pieces featured in my weekly "Best Of" (like this one) count for double points. So keep that in mind. They're all out to get me... If you do comment on these for that purpose, try to remember to star those when you note the group with your comments at the end of the month! 
For more info, see here: NaPo Comment Contest!
Anyway, you know the deal. Show these guys some love. :love:
Best of NaPo 2018:
:iconMedoriko:Medoriko
:iconmedoriko:Medoriko 22 19
Journal
Midspring Kigo
Spring - Summer - Autumn - Winter - New Year - Rainy - Dry
Early Spring - Midspring - Late Spring
:iconthe-haiku-club:the-haiku-club
:iconthe-haiku-club:the-haiku-club 2 0
Journal
Global Saijiki: Autumn
Spring - Summer - Autumn - Winter - New Year - Rainy - Dry
The fall of the year is not merely the fall of the leaves but the fall of the vital powers in all natural things including man.  We feel it in ourselves and are thus and thus only able to see it in things outside.
The Milky Way is most clearly seen and deeply felt in this month, but it is the Moon that is the soul of autumn.  The sun we take for granted,
:iconthe-haiku-club:the-haiku-club
:iconthe-haiku-club:the-haiku-club 2 0
Journal
Global Saijiki: Spring
Spring - Summer - Autumn - Winter - New Year - Rainy - Dry
Early Spring - Midspring - Late Spring
:iconthe-haiku-club:the-haiku-club
:iconthe-haiku-club:the-haiku-club 2 0
Journal
Another Octacula Approaches
       
Stamp made by the formidable and fierce HugQueen - go give love!
Welcome To the Third, Annual

Welcome to the third year of Octacula! In honour of October and all it cree-eights, Octacula shall reign throughout the entirety of the month. Whether it's the tenth month or the eighth (Oct as in eight baby).
Octacula features eight forms divided into two groups. The first group consists of:
:ninjabattle::matrixfight: Form-idable Foes :matrixfight::ninjabattle:
Chant Royal: The Chainsaw Wielding Psychopath
The Chant Royal is a murderous French form, invented by Christine de Pizan and Charles D'Orléans in the 15th century. It consists of five 11-line stanzas with the rhyme scheme [a-b-a-b-c-c-d-d-e-d-E] (E is a refrain) and either a 5-line [d-d-e-d-E] or a 7-line [c-c-d-d-e-d-E] envoi (finishing stanza). The biggest obstacle in a
:iconProjectDFC:ProjectDFC
:iconprojectdfc:ProjectDFC 8 13
Journal
Spotlight! Getting to know...
So, for those of you who have been keeping track, the lovely Lauren has been owed this interview for quite a while now... :blush: It was a prize from LiliWrites' 2015 DDSuggestionDrive
At any rate, I set out to try to ask some questions that hadn't been asked of Lauren before. She's been interviewed a lot! You can find information on her here: 
Demonstrably Deviant: Issue VIII by LiliWrites 
WayWords (5) by LiteratureRoadtrip
Amazing Deviants (19): SilverInkblot by Gingersanps
:iconRogueMudblood:RogueMudblood
:iconroguemudblood:RogueMudblood 7 17
Journal
Art Treats
For all the writers out there, please feel free to join my new group, New Latitudes
http://new-latitudes.deviantart.com/


love you avenue by LancelotPriceThe Spinning Wheel by WinteroftheSoulthe greeks vi. hecate by SerendiipitiiThe Time Has Come by Jade-PandoraHonestly by WinteroftheSoul
Sweet Boheme by RaipunA Stairway of Thoughts by EuseliaThe Watchman by MikeFShawLacrime di luce by CobaltOfMarchOroboros Splash Page by AldoK
the greeks iv. dionysus by SerendiipitiiFaith and Philosophy by brassteethShanghai by autumn-spiritcicada glory by nawkamanCopla Real by NathanielFlyingOwl
Hell's Legions by annewipfLive your life, like you were dying... by ansdesignFIGHT SPIRIT by puppet-soulBarn owl by KlaraDrielleFirst Moon by adoreluna
ALL WASHED UP by RJBGThe Summer of Love by xlntwtchauspice by tirasunilBeyond The Inside by CalrissianFSteeleThe Breeze by Blacksand459
Reign of Roses by MirellaSantanaJust a Flower by myekehStations by Softyrider62Tree by vimarkAstral Seed by Aramisdream
:iconPoetrymann:Poetrymann
:iconpoetrymann:Poetrymann 21 24
Journal
Anthology Contest Winners and Literature Feature

           
After some deliberation and very close following, now I would like to announce the clear winners of :iconmagicaljoey:'s Anthology Contest II, MagicalJoey's Anthology Contest II - Winners

First Place
PatchworkLynx :iconPatchworkLynx:
with
toxicology // anthology

Other works from their gallery:
           


Second Place 

inkedacrylic :iconinkedacrylic:
with
:iconMalintra-Shadowmoon:Malintra-Shadowmoon
:iconmalintra-shadowmoon:Malintra-Shadowmoon 10 51
Journal
Hidden Gems
I am going to start a series of journals celebrating the literary talent here at DA. Please spend some time reading through the galleries of the writers below:
:icontirasunil:  
:iconmoonbeams:  
:iconpages-of-poems:  
:iconSerendiipitii:   :thumb631725310::thumb550866960:
:iconObsydianDreamer:   Outcast Gospel by ObsydianDreamerOutcast Gospel by ObsydianDreamerEmoticals by ObsydianDreamer
:iconthestoryteller:   Magec e Mawu by TheStoyTellerGoldmilk by TheStoyTellerLionwater by TheStoyTeller
:iconbrassteeth:       The Defenders by brassteethUnclean House by brassteethThe Smokehouse by brassteeth
:iconPoetrymann:Poetrymann
:iconpoetrymann:Poetrymann 6 5
Journal
Monthly Features! #2
Wut up my wonderful members! I thought I'd change things up a bit and feature even more deviations since we only do it every month now :D Do you like how features are now? Tell me what you think in the comments! Now than, let's see this months features! :la:
:iconinkpotplz::iconkittydividerplz::iconkittydivider2plz::iconkittydivider3plz::iconkittydivider4plz::iconquillplz:

:iconinkpotplz::iconkittydividerplz::iconkittydivider2plz::iconkittydivider3plz::iconkittydivider4plz::iconquillplz:

I hope you liked reading this, and again, thank you all so much for being a part of Xx-Book-Worms-xX! :D
:iconXx-Book-Worms-xX:Xx-Book-Worms-xX
:iconxx-book-worms-xx:Xx-Book-Worms-xX 3 18

Critiques

by NemoX7

Hi, Nemo, guess who! I managed my way through the archaic-speak, and the length of this piece, and have come out the other side with an appreciation of your obvious efforts, and also am left, as a reader, with several issues to suggest edits for: The first thing I found myself doing right off as I b...


My admiration for this capture is heightened by #1: the use of black and white film, and #2: the way the photographer has set the lighting on the model’s skin. His choice of light and background brings out a satin tone, giving gradation of grays that impress the viewer with variations across every i...

Groups

:iconthewriteplace: :icongliitchmonth: :iconmadhatterssociety: :iconmulthaiku: :iconelocutionists:

Friends

Watchers

Visitors

:icondr-vergissmeinnicht:
Dr-Vergissmeinnicht
Aug 5, 2018
8:33 am
:icontwilightsfall:
TwilightsFall
Aug 3, 2018
2:03 pm
:icondogmatickerr:
DogmaticKerr
Aug 1, 2018
10:10 pm
:iconthepokeranger9:
ThePokeRanger9
Jul 31, 2018
11:48 am
:icondragonz696:
dragonz696
Jul 24, 2018
2:24 am
  • Listening to: "Good Morning, Starshine" by Oliver
  • Reading: Lately, some Emily Dickinson
  • Watching: Old game shows on BUZZR with the sound off.
  • Eating: Cantonese takeout! #yummy!
  • Drinking: Crystal Geyser
:iconnapowrimo:
Well I made it - again, wheee!  I'll leave up the outcome of last month right here if any of you want to stop by and read days you didn't see, or to read some of the days again -- until it's time for me to move on to a new journal.  Enjoy! :D
 
The Rut
1/30
A morning chill, the scent is in the air.
The males all lift their heads w’ nostrils flared.
It is the season poets congregate
In open fields to meet and take a mate.
In joining pen w’ pen to no more roam,
To propagate in pairs and make a poem.
The strongest bucks of verse will be a catch
That poet doe’s of equal skill can fetch.
All through the spring the ink of love fulfills,
To flow through veins of passion, creeks & rills.
The poet bucks who lost are feeling hurt:
“I came to write and got a lousy shirt!”
There’s one who’s limping still w’ bloody face.
He looks around to see who’s left to chase,
And bellows loudly at the female strays,
“How do I love thee? Let me count the ways!”
  Easter
2/30
I know we both have been preoccupied,
You probably most times have often said.
It’s not your fault but something we can’t hide
Twix pages that are not meant to be read.
But if we can’t talk, by then, what I want
Is my hollow choc’late Easter bun’ny.
I gotta have it, though that’s what it’s not.
I’m type 2 laughing, sad, ironic’lly.
For chocolate I’ll do almost anything,
The hollowness inside mimics the pain.
And sweets can never full exile its sting,
Like plunge into my thigh like Novocain.
So please fill up my basket to the brim.
I’ll never ask for anything again.
Little Deaths
3/30
(a Sonnet)
While hoping for his call on phone I write,
There’s sound of rain & warmth from vented heat.
I’m coil’d up on the bed bathed in soft light,
And leaves that scatter chatter down the street.
The flicker of a bulb, the wind in flight,
My mind is playing tricks like rising damp.
The walls where shadows watch in dead of night
Keep distant never coming near my lamp.
The Muse is still’d while other thoughts are there,
The gusts of rain are keeping him from speech.
I pause to rest my eyes and tousle hair,
Before he comes I’m sleeping out of reach.
And then to crawl in bed between my hips,
My words for him have dried upon my lips.

Entre vous et moi
4/30
Between you and me —  
 
I much prefer    
A naked space between,  
Don’t you?  
 
The air to circulate    
Amongst the flesh  
Mon cher,  
 
Accommodating    
Everything we touch  
And do.  
 
And when it comes the    
Time to close in tight,  
Mon dieu,  
 
The pleasantries    
Agreeable to form  
Insist.  
 
Will it begin to    
Open other space  
To fill,  
 
To languor leisurely    
In damp and flow,  
To slip.  
 
And so will come    
Another phase of sex  
And us —  
 
The aromatic arts    
Of hidden depth    
Explore,  
 
Inhaling all the    
Vapors humors draw  
From one.  
 
To stimulate the body    
With liqueur    
To sip,  
 
To open spaces wide   &
Dad.
5/30
He always knew what made me blush.  
I’ll always remember his laugh.  
 
He made a chair to rock me in.  
This carpenter I won’t forget.  
 
When he watched me take my first step,  
I could run before I could walk.  
 
He gave me a real microscope.  
I climbed up a tree to watch birds.  
 
He’d take me along when he’d fish.
I’d be on deck fishing for bait.  
 
He gave me bikes, Mom gave me dolls.  
I’m Dad’s little tomboy for keeps.  
 
And as I grew he was the world  
That said I could be anything.  
 
He always was there for us all.
And as he got ill I was there.  
 
He was the one larger than life,  
Tallest of trees, in memories.  
 
He cradled me in his strong arms.  
I warm’d his cold hands as we pray’d.  
 
He’d wait th
Ancient Instincts
6/30
The passing ages raise mountain ranges  
To lofty heights beyond memory,  
Making greater the distance between  
River and lake and honored pastures.  
And every year the geese fly across the  
Deep blue morning of a dying autumn.  
Hunters in the bulrushes blinded by  
The airless sun hearing them pass overhead  
Where the seasons await the spirit flute  
Of their calling, that knife a brilliant sky,  
Following the ghosted pull of fate  
Approaching cliffs split fine as hair  
Of the agile mountain goats who leap  
The narrowing gap that grinds closer,  
Siphoning winds of the ancient instincts  
With their irrepressible forces,  
Or so the abandoned totems  
Of talking trees have always shown.  
As tribal shamans teach that it is the  
Noble way of their kind; a thousand-mile trip  
In an unrelenting, unchanging migration,  
Where only the bravest will find their way

Strays
7/30
She takes one in each time
When she does an alley walk.
A night-time random rhyme
Off a beaten city stalk.
Her evening time is near
After getting off from life.
The alleyways are clear
From the glare of urban strife.
A streetwalker by trade
Might’ve helped pay ev’ry bill,
But she’s a cook and maid
Helping those with what she will.
And so the stray of whim
Gets hot coffee and a bath
That’s free of charge to him,
And a night with her in bed.
A Music Box Dancer
8/30
(a nursery Sonnet)
An earthbound sentiment to what I’ve seen,
With eyes & lips that paint me in a trance.
Cerebral balance floating in between,
This face that’s made of plaster, as I dance.
You twist the key so up on toes I spin,
My graceful arms raised high to catch the sun.
The silence tells of broken heart within,
That never shows the pain to anyone.
To turn in place on endlessly ad hoc,
I tell a secret only known to me.
In finding naught to envy would you mock
That I could never hear the melody.
For once be what an honest girl is like,
A plastic Cinder’s wish at stroke of night.
SUGAR RUSH
9/30
I haven’t been able to say much yet
To your response, a confession of sorts
That has me speechless what to say, I fret.
You suddenly now exist in my world ;
With a comment that begins as regret.
I sit up and blink at what follows next:
I’m a kid in a sweet shop who dares you
For samples of everything on display,
Of candy cane, choc’late & car’mel chew.
A sailor on leave, in port, feeling piss’d
From tankards of ale he’s yet to consume,
With hostess on knee he hasn’t yet  
And tossing my horns ‘midst all of the crash,
A bull with cash in an arcade of glass,
That knows it’s his fifteen minutes of fame.
A stay-at-home mom of three under age
Who hears a loud tapping at the front door
As babe in her arms throws milk on the floor.
It’s Publishers Clearing House, and a crew
With six-figure check as big as a plank,
With chance of a lifetime... what do I do?
I go to your site and read everything
Just on the front page,

Treasure Lost
10/30
You were the boy who ventured to
The depths of my ocean summer’s
Intoxicating dream of you
His feet would touch my very soul.
You’re the one who let me believe
In everything I couldn’t reach,
While underwater you would breathe
And built sand castles on the beach.
A magic time you bathed in waves,
To pulling seaweed from the foam.
Supine you’d float throughout the days,
Till eve’nings when I’d nourish you.
A lovely life while skies were blue,
The sun like dazzle to behold.
The clouds were distant far from view,
And we were safe no breeze blew cold.
A summer’s bliss till it grew old.
The scuttled clouds the sky that churned
From bitter wind, no longer burned
The brilliant sun that was eclipsed.
You dallied in my ocean near,
We loved among the dappled deep
To covet truth we held so dear,
Now treasure lost where dolphins sleep.
Wordsworth @ Woolworth's
11/30
A graceful mother as she walks the aisle
And I with her, a child of six that knows,
In Mary Janes, w’ braided hair & bows.
My eyes inhaling stars in single-file
Of perfume atomizer amber hues
As patrons are attended by their muse.
A perfect manner’d staff that walks the tile
By youthful slender femme of college bent.
Who come to me & spray my wrist w’ scent
That gives a paying guest a sense of style.
I live & breathe a time when we can play
‘Department window-shopping Saturday’.
Until then, I go dance the rising mile,
The heaven’s flight of escalator dates
As Mom will gaze at patterns on the plates.
We lived beyond our means & still she’d smile
It seems she wanted china with no frills,
But I keep wishing plates with daffodils.
She shopped for less at Woolworth’s for a while
There was no dress code at the five-&-dime,
My small allowance let me pay on time
For saving pennies still could be a trial.
This girl w
  (The) First Thing in the Morning 101
12/30
( an erotic Sonnet )  
The first thing in the morning when I wake,  
I see my lover sleeping at my side.  
I sink beneath the sheet his shaft I take  
Between my lips and in my mouth I guide.  
It’s first thing in the morn’ while dawn is dim,  
I hear his shallow breath begin to stir.  
I feel the after-warmth so close to him  
From tangled naked bodies where we were.  
The first thing in the morning is for when,  
While everything around is tinted blue,  
The scent of love within the lion’s den  
We’ll wear upon our skin in all we do.  
That we will keep repeating one on one,  
The first release of day is never done.  

Less A Day Ago
13/30
(a double Sonnet)
There is no telling if I’ve really grown,
And parted ways with sentiment of trust.
The first day certainly when I left home
To forge ahead my future in its thrust.
You followed me my little sister self,
And tried to match my pace w’ ev’ry step.
To tag along my sprite my faerie elf,
Our memo’ries of time you safely kept.
Those first uncertain years I never flinch’d,
For my unfailing courage came w’ youth.
Towards priv’leged immortality I inch’d,
You held your tongue & kept me from the truth.
In hindsight should my age help me to know,
For I was younger, less a day ago.
The opportunities I could not see
In spite a closer distance I was brought,
With reckless choices often taking me
Away from lessons you & I were taught.
My little self, how could I’ve been so dense?
In lessons of the heart I must have skipped.
God pass’d the hat to give me common sense,
But it was lost in transit when they shipped.
  Virgo (Rising) @ Starbucks
14/30
1
Unshaven.
In black and white.
Like cup of Pico Dark,
its evidence in limbo
stretches his senses
waiting in a niche,  
the early wake
with bags of  
roasted whole bean
retail.
2
Pastries.
In glass case display.
He holds a vigil to the
sound of ghost’d speak
watching passers-by
passing time & fail
to piped-in jazz,  
while empty
sipping @ coffee’s
edges.
3
Slow drip.
Thru filter'd mind.
Like a glowing sunrise
from laptop Apple face  
that steels his watch  
in an anxious chill  
like an epitaph,
sans a voice
sans her live warmth  
scented.
 
Fashionista!: You knew she would!
15/30
I’m Fashionista, boys, I have arrived!
I’m wrapp’d in jungle print from head t’ sash.
How lovely that the paparazzi’s thrived,
Be sure to get my best side when you flash!
I’m all a flutter, ask me anything,
For I’m an open cage I offer here.
You see the cuff links that I wear as bling?
Each pair a conquest, and a souvenir!
Excuse me, boys, my Uber is at hand.
You’ll help me with my bags so be a dear
I’m Belaire Motel 6 right on the strand,
I’m famous in New York for my panache.
Oh driver take us somewhere nice to eat,
You look as tasty as I’m sure you are.
You hardly make a profit so I’ll treat,
I love to dine al fresco in the car!
I’m free today, I haven’t any plans,
It must be jet lag, though I came by bus.
I’m sure you heard of me in spite th’ bans,
I’m rich I’ll pay your way don’t make a fuss.
It’s such a lovely day, th’ breeze, th’ sun,
I

Technique is Heaven
16/30
I don’t recall when I’d forgotten how.  
One night it came to me while still in bed.  
 
The heavy quiet, static in my head  
That told me ‘take a picture of yourself’.  
 
You know, a selfie taken privately,  
At least that’s what the static said to me.  
 
And so I did or, drifting, planned to do  
As sleep was setting in, “just for a few”  
I murmured, and then put it on the ‘shelf’.  
 
But when I woke not knowing night or day  
I tried to think of something glib to say  
But shut my mouth my ego’s calling shots:  
 
You think you’re pretty slick, I told myself.  
I guess I am, look what I did, but when?  
 
I haven’t been with anyone but you.  
You still retain the things you knew back then.  
 
“Back then”, a time when I was free to be  
Explorin
Sex and Politics
17/30
Ahhh, dirty sex and politics,
A combo never getting old.
To beat the devil at his game
And leave him standing in the cold.
But tell the truth, it’s all the same,
The Church & State can’t do a thing
When White House staffers get their kicks
While flying high Route 6-6-6.
The sex is bad, or should I talk
From unused prophylactic shock.
When Stormy weather rocks the ship,
She otherwise is well-equipped.
The overuse of eyelash fringe
Takes more than that to make me cringe,
If all that payoff’s meant to be
Cosmetic plastic surgery.
The Donald’s worse from what we’re told,
So Miss, if I may be so bold,
Before you cut him to the quick,
Does Trump have a 2-headed dick?
Generation(s)
18/30
A darkness is witness’d; forces await,
Who ne’er knew that they were blind’d of sight.
Although, ‘twas always their destiny, fate,
Had wandering mind, to seek out the light.
A world, a universe within this blight,
Of which their minion birth’d cannot compare.
The twilight that they know both day & night,
The stars send them clues to breathe in like air!
Shrivel’d pale orbs, useless were, over time,
Space travel’ing from the brain through the void.
‘All is lost’ is not the slope that they climb,
To champion that life shall ne’er be destroy’d.
Instead of hatred you think that they know,
The force instead is filled with empathy.
A gift to human thought begins to grow,
And loving that goes beyond chemistry.

Miss Stress
19/30
( Articles 1 through 18 )  
1  
your name  
is merely a #  
to Me.  
2  
My dungeon has  
nothing  
made in the States.  
3  
Euro stitching  
enriches  
making contact.  
4  
A kindness  
for weakness  
you won’t get from me.  
5  
Present nude  
your body,  
assume to Me.  
6  
When you  
disappoint Me—  
the willow switch.  
7  
When you  
disobey Me—  
Cat ‘o nine tails.  
8  
If you’re a good boy,  
I’ll spank  
the sweet spot.  
9  
No safe word  
belongs  
in your mouth.  
10  
A session    
won’t end  
In aftercare.  
11  
you’ll eat  
what you get  
when I say.  
12  
you’ll shit  
where you are  
if I say.  
13  
you’ll drink  
your hot piss
Barnacle
20/30
distant wings out to sea
the loneliest sound ever heard
the call of a gull drifts  
full sail
on the grey of early morn’
I walk the dunes between  
foam-kissed shoreline
misty hillocks of sea grass
that lean  
when incoming waves exhale
dark hair in my eyes
that scan the wandering coast
and the figure of a girl  
who walks
alone and barefoot
straw hair & wind-swept brow  
pale eyes peering  
drawing near
her mouth  
soften’d in acceptance  
passing each other
turning every few steps
watching the other walking
further
with breakers sighing
beach sand draws and pulls  
at my toes and sinking feet
that make their way  
toward the  
shallows hiding secrets
I bend at tide pool’s edge
crabs startle and freeze as I  
peer into her barnacle grave
finding  
my own deep slumber
APACHE
21/30
In middle school it was, as I recall
When I first saw him on the playground race.
A band of other boys were chasing him
As he was galloping the sand pit run.
I know it does, but yes, you heard me right,
This braying boy was slapping on his haunch.
That’s why I swear I heard a pony shout,
A shrill bone whistle as he whoop’d about.
The next time I was walking home from class,
I hadn’t any money for the bus.
Before I knew it there he was again
With gravel flying, barefoot, as he passed.
It's funny how much time would fly till when
He eyed me at a Pow Wow barbecue.
And circled ‘round me to the beat of drums
To show off on the day we finally met.
In senior year there was no time to waste.
He told me he had joined a month before,
Enlisting in the U.S. Army Corp,
So we would only have that night to spend.
So we went to a Taos Motel 6
Where we would absolute each other's first.
And that was last we were together since
While he was in a place that he called

Empty Bowl
22/30
“Strength does not come from winning. Your struggles develop your strengths. When you go through hardships and decide not to surrender, that is strength.”
When I’d been diagnosed,
It was the first string of
Medical jab & sting
Over the years
In longer worms
Of consequences
From that first recognition.
But it was the first one, as it
Fled the doctor's lips
Like a gypsy moth.
His stolen words,
Crude & mute,
That flew in my ear
With rice flour wings.
Before then, I was immortal,
Afraid of nothing nada nil.
Even spiders that spin
Caught in a web.
Denying wee things.
Now I had tiny creatures
Secretly growing inside me.
I'd rather have had a bowl of
Goldfish or a puppy my own
And make it my friend.
My friend would be
Middle-aged
In dog years by now,
Taking care of me instead.
But that's just it. I am still here
And my friend never was.
Yet an influence to me
In many ways
As is a dog prone,
To give my pause paws
When it’s one of those days
Which are
Atrium
23/30
( a Sonnet )
The pinks of upper desert where I go,
The season slakes its thirst ‘ere mesa bleed.
When brash santanas barrel bending low,
To scorch and turn all into tumbleweed.
But come a blight the wind of colder days,
And raises twice the altitude of hush.
A hidden veil to bring a new moon phase,
This constellation arc of whisper’d rush.
And never was the nape of sky so deep,
From where I watch and see a universe.
To be all this and nevermore to sleep,
But dreams are how I’m able to traverse.
So clear the ‘scape it lets in all the light,
The atrium of sky, its starry night.
ECLIPSE
24/30
(a Sonnet of betrayal from long ago)
I scan galactic coastlines that reckon,
Stretching endlessly through time warpage thus.
For how your pale crusades lull and beckon,
As I seek parallels in quietus.
While my own floats free near your fingertips
With each passing nano second's death knell,
Doub'ling the length from my scarified hips
Where a flaming phoenix once rose and fell.
There never were past lives serenity,
Since the way I think there are no seashores.
Nor siren song's echo’d meant so for me,
Why ergo I'm drifting further from yours.
And there's no more time for night's passing ships
To distant equators.  Make sail!  Eclipse!

He Never Saw Me (At The Club)
25/30  
He never saw me come to him
With music smoke rings in my hair.
Where others mingled on the rim,
While sitting at a table there.
So unaware how women stalk,
To cross the room where he was at.
With tabby stripes of stealthy walk,
As if to slink more like a cat.
But here I was beside his chair,
A color strobe lit up my face
Just as he turn’d look’d up to stare,
And so did others in the place.
I moved & leaned to let him guess.
His eyelids lower’d from the scent,
The sparkl’d mesh of cocktail dress
And hemline raised to please a gent.
I saw his interest start to pique
And let him have some time to think.
He pull’d me to him on the sneak
As bourbon spill’d from toppl’d drink.
I felt my chance to dance had come.
A waitress came & went just then.
A glass he’d ordered, coke and rum,
And held it to my lips, “Say when”.
Don’t think that I’m that kind of girl,
I said, and brush’d his drink aside.
Moon Child
26/30
Each night of overcast protection  
When the air is filled with coastal haze,  
Light of fair orb’s rising reflection  
Is seeking while hidden from my gaze.  
She graces each day, ev’ry ev’ning,  
Hoping notes of my love she will find.  
Sending tears of stars while believing,  
Praying for my words the sweet’st kind.  
I peer in the mist for my ember,  
As my thoughts tell her listen be still.  
On nights you think I won’t remember,  
But of course, dear child, I always will.  
My love, Moon’s affection, I’ve missed you  
As the tides in me still ebb & flow.  
How can I cease doing what’s nat’ural  
While your Mother’s embrace tells me so?  
For until there’s nothing left to scribe,
Till the restless tides give in, and die.  
  Death By Cheerios
27/30
The honey-nut variety  
From half a dozen of its ilk.  
Just bone dry without any milk,  
No almond, soy or coconut.  
I honestly can’t say the words.  
I’m eating it like raisin turds.  
There goes one flying by my face,  
I tried to toss it, missed a space.  
I’ll never find it on the rug,  
These bastards do me like a drug!  
And 6 months later, petrified,  
I’ll find it laying where it died.  
It tried committing suicide,  
With other brothers mummified.  
It’s really gross, I’ll relocate  
Just ‘cause of something that I ate.  
I’ll catch my death because I froze  
In my car eating Cheerios!  

Black Market Friday
28/30
It’s ev’ry month I come collect my pay
For po’ems I submit each thirty days,
With bottle caps’ & buttons’ colors gay
I bank inside a jar and hide away.
And when it’s time I add a little more,
Then jog into the DA general store
To parlay w’ the clerk what I can score
Who smiles & asks me what the rush is for.
I say there is no time for me to waste,
Apologizing for my shopper’s haste.
I need to buy a toothbrush I misplaced
To rid my teeth of food I still can taste.
But tell me of your specials for the day
I can avail, and then I must away.
“I’ve china glass that chime when breezes sway
And paper parasols that give you shade.
Huarache sandals made of hide that stray’d,
And compasses to help you find your way.”
 
But do you carry anything in stock
That’s off the record, just in case I gawk?
“There’s lingerie made of grape-flavored mesh,
And Cuban stogies sent from Bangladesh.
The fis
Gossip 'Cross the Table
29/30
(With a smattering of Alphabetical Alliterations)    
   
THE BARNSTABLE STOCK & TRADE      
(Founded circa: 1822) $1.25 US, $1.62 CAN/a copy.      
Circulation: 8,703. Add 12 more if you count the cardboard settlement on the river bottom under the 4th Street bridge.    
   
Today’s forecast was set for hot.  This evening will be less hot.  
There’ll be a quarter moon on the wane.  Tomorrow’s first light will be at 5:32AM.    
Bringing you the latest in our daily evening special edition.    
         = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =    
   
Some of you might still be wondering why we went exclusively evening last month.  Here’s the most recent example:      
   
• Liberty, our luscious transplant with the overbite lisp who moved here fro
Sermon
30/30
Loosen’d bondage, silken laces,
Sin in hallow’d satin places,
Tender kisses tasting traces
From her lover’s oral graces.
Drifting dunes like sandy beaches,
What he wants of her he reaches.
In the scent & shade of peaches
Is the sermon that she preaches.
Leaning forward gently touching
Trails of salty tears of weeping.
Render’d lover I am dreaming;
Moon has secret, am I sleeping?

As his breath meets w’ her sighing,
Pressing closest, deepest finding;
Yes, my love, you have me flying
As the moon, with us, is rising.




 
:iconleyghan: :Red-flower: Cutie Cry

Pride

I AM PROUD

Made with pride by the DeviantArt community BROWSE ALL ART

Temple of Isis, by Jade Pandora & Elan Hickler

The Flood - Katie Melua

Dois Irmaos - Como Vou Fazer - (Remix)

E Chiove - Andrea Bocelli

"Good reviews are bad for poets..."



"They tend to confirm one in one's own conceit -- unless they praise what you yourself don't like. Also, they make you self-conscious about your virtues -- just as when you praise a child for some natural charm. Also, they create an underground opposition: applause is the beginning of abuse. Also, they deprive you of your own anarchic liberties -- by electing you into the government. Also, they separate you from your devil, which hates being observed and only works happily incognito."

--from Ted Hughes to Anne Sexton, 1967

Jade's "S" Karuta card by moyanII

Loy Kratong - Thai Lantern festival by foureyes



I wrote a Tanka for Bernie when I saw one of his wonderful photographs from his Singapore set - I told him that it came to me like silk flowing over closed eyes:

Loy Kratong - Thai Lantern festival by foureyes
heavenly spirits
launching new stars
to join
the Milky Way arc
of dazzling lights

Review Competition 1.25.13


betwixtthepages

Hi, hon! As part of PoetryOD's Review Competition, I'm going to be reviewing you--as an artist--here in the comments!

"Jade-Pandora is a true haijin master with a flair for mixing the sensuality of an intimate relationship with the subtle romance of unbridled, untamed nature. The amount of imagery begot from just three lines is enough to keep readers enchanted. With a keen eye for detail and creative phrasing, Jade-Pandora's gallery is sure to keep you coming back for more!"

"gypsy"



a poem written for & given to me by my lovely friend literary-love ...

"gypsy"

you dance
with the abandon
of a gypsy,

your words
the golden bells
which knell
an invitation.

the bangles
on your wrists
jingle and ring,
jingle and sing
a resounding hymn,
one that draws my feet
to yours,

teaching me to dance
with the abandon
of a gypsy.

Comments


Add a Comment:
 
:iconvespera:
vespera Featured By Owner Jun 17, 2018  Professional Writer
So, when's a new volume of poetry coming out? (:
Reply
:iconbirthdays:
birthdays Featured By Owner Oct 9, 2017
:woohoo: :party: :iconcakelickplz: !!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!! :iconcakelickplz: :party: :woohoo:

On behalf of the birthdays team, I sincerely apologize that your greeting has arrived late this year.

We hope you had an awesome day with lots of birthday fun, gifts, happiness and most definitely, lots of cake! Here's to another year!

Many well wishes and love from your friendly birthdays team :love:

---
Birthdays Team
This birthday greeting was brought to you by: KoudelkaW
Reply
:iconsawuscimitar74:
SawuScimitar74 Featured By Owner Oct 5, 2017
Happy late Birthday! Hope it was a good one! :D
Reply
:iconmensjedezeemeermin:
MensjeDeZeemeermin Featured By Owner Oct 4, 2017
A life lived with width, breadth, and above all else, depth is the best kind of life, and you have lived another year of such a life.  Take pride in the undeniable achievement of a worthwhile voyage of discovery through time.  May glory and grandeur not be vicarious experiences, may you plumb the depths and find knowledge, beauty and treasure, may your dreams not elude you and may flashes of inspiration and insight linger to enrich your own days and dreams, and the lives of others.  A very happy birthday to you, and you will not be alone in celebrating the happy miracle of your existence.
Reply
:iconoviedomedina:
oviedomedina Featured By Owner Oct 4, 2017
Happy birthday Jade!
Reply
:iconannaivri:
Annaivri Featured By Owner Oct 4, 2017  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Happy birthday! :party:
Reply
:iconladylincoln:
LadyLincoln Featured By Owner Oct 4, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Happy birthday, darling. Sending love :heart:
Reply
:iconjasperinity:
Jasperinity Featured By Owner Oct 4, 2017
Happy birthday! :D
Reply
:iconpennedinwhite:
PennedinWhite Featured By Owner Oct 4, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Have a darling Birthday, dearest! :heart: I hope your day is fantastic!
Reply
Add a Comment: