Short Diderot Poems
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4 strings
the curves held
between the limbs
of another
Candide Diderot. ‘24
wicked game.
I saw God, so ... now what?
I wait,
standing in line
at the grand Hopscotch Game
holding the stone in my hand
Candide Diderot. ‘24
The Invisible unpicked the stitches
holding the broken pieces together
like loud music Love spilled like poetry
from the ordinary heart
Candide Diderot. ‘24
“Styx and Stones”
bad entities exist here
we’ve crossed Styx
we learn we’ve reached sure
when stones are thrown
Candide Diderot. ‘25
“The Old Ball Game”
Due to length of narrative, this poem redirects to Candide Diderot’s “Short Story” section.
Candide Diderot. '26
The heart is a panic room
the doors slide shut
super quick
all is silent.
behind the metal walls
there is no music
but you can hear
morse code
Candide Diderot. ‘24
"The Wake-up Call"
some of us woke up far too late;
we were too concerned
about ourselves
and The Great Escape
Candide Diderot. ‘24
Thumb screws its way walking a straight line down the middle of the road hitching a ride on a new page no road kill here life’s a breeze surfing open minds along the torturous wake with all the sweet things
Candide Diderot. ‘24
Shuggie Otis
"The Called"
The Electric resides coursing through all,
dormant, the Primary waits to be ignited,
the impulse Light activated, is called
Candide Diderot. ‘24
The rider's name is Faithful and True.
music goes down
to that sweet place
where virtue rains
in flames
a noble life ...
still slaves,
do what thou wilt
dancing, still in chains
music goes down
to that sweet place
where virtue rains
in flames
Candide Diderot. ‘24
vultures. kanye.
bruised
green purple yellow
poppies bloom a
different kind of
heroin
he bleeds
she bleeds
a heroine
was She
bruised
purple yellow green
poppies blooming
anti-hero
seeds buried
deep planted
unfragrant
and unseen
a heroine
is She
Candide Diderot. ‘24
“ragazzino salta”
face to the wall
reading poetry
slingshot spitballs
little jack horner
sat in his quiet corner
once upon a time
ragazzino salta
your sorry muse, old ‘been,
your lawless circus,
never mine.
Candide Diderot. ‘25
Seaspray hits your face
like a slap, wakes you up
cupped in the prow
dipping up dipping down
watching for fins
coming up dolphins
you lick the salt
from your lips
and speak of love
to the Sun
the anchor, chained,
is stored below deck,
it won’t drop
for a while
Candide Diderot. ‘24
“Tomorrow Already Gone"
Tomorrow
already gone
these stories are for you
you will follow me
before too long
Tomorow
already gone
Candide Diderot. ‘25
Love is Love is Love
lux vitae
"She's mad, but she's magic. There's no lie in her fire."
“Forgotten Memory”
This world of shadows looks for Light
where are the true leaders?
Where are the true leaders?
Analepsis crosses our closed minds.
In each of us something of fire exists
like a forgotten memory.
Like a match it needs to be lit.
Candide Diderot. ‘26
"Walking in The Sky"
When you caught me up in your Blue Sky
I considered madness IS preferrable in some circumstances;
I walked towards you in the astral and found myself falling
“walk across the water to me “, You said,
“but how?” I replied, “when one is walking in Blue Sky?”
Candide Diderot. ‘24
"Americano"
filter-dripped
watered down
weak coffee
artificial
the mood
steaming diluted
swings lower, unfilling;
the wanting
lusciously dark
hot to the tongue
more rapid
complex in richness
animated
scalding and sharp
Expresso
piercing arrow
shoots straight to the heart.
Candide Diderot. ‘25
"Pink and Fleshy"
I’m in your petri dish now
once upon a time I was pink and fleshy
the Other side now draws me closer inside out
to be
close to you,
let me be clear
like your Ghost in the machine
I’m now your shadow
a little on the Left side
of that last supper table
Candide Diderot. ‘24
corporeal.
"Blooming"
I think it’s distracting-
it soothes Her
the other says,
“poems,
are something alien”
to the one reading ;
yet, it soothes Her;
the world is wide open
in all of these moments,
like a split seedling,
somehow, taking all of it in
dying
regeneration
blooming;
rising
Candide Diderot. ‘25
We exist in space and time
invisible, unseen for who we
truly are exchanging
words for thoughts
never face-to-face
but touching just the same
vitriol tossed with the sweetness
fair barter for some form
of kind heaven exchanging
inclement weather
to the vestries of
each others’
netherworlds
divesting
tar and feathers
Candide Diderot. ‘24
head on.
Existentially you think
you know me
having eaten a slice
of my mind
delicious you think
the bubbling froth
of this poetry
peppered with sprinkles
of rising undertones
the sugar depth charged
unstirred, yet
touch the lip of my cup
you’d feel the burn
the tongue means to speak
unhoneyed
the kiss stings
the pain
swollen
and
sweet
Candide Diderot. '24
"Goldfish"
The left said we weren’t right
we were catscradles
lost and over-stitched in it all
The right said we were goldfish
in an over-crowded drowning bowl
fed on pronouns and dreams of an equal world
poetry skewered our lives
with the beauty of it all
but we were oblivious
to what was really
calling
Candide Diderot. ‘25
“A Case for the Immaculate Heart”
A case
for the Immaculate Heart;
open and closed.
Close.
Open.
Within.
Candide Diderot. ‘25
Close. v.
Close adv.
Close. adj.
Close. n.
Case. n.
Case in this instance could refer to : Body (vessel)
Alternative title: "A Body for the Immaculate Heart".
That kiss parted lips
like Moses parted the Red Sea
and all the Love in words and deeds
walked out of the darkness
of a cavernous domain
the inner Everest rising
between the time of drowning
the mind climbed
the tongue rolled out
like a red velvet carpet
delivering unsafe passage
into the Heart’s silky sanctuary
Candide Diderot. ‘24
Mount Everest
Moses, Red Sea
Sanctuary
Hazarding a guess
he holds onto his inner rake
like a shining crucifix
raking leaves in his Autumn years
he considers poetry
keeping bees in their hives
is just as sweet as honey
a joy to convert
his favourite hidden hobby
he considers french slang
expensive bonbon candy,
then, next page, he reads:
"les bijoux indiscrets"
ravenous,
he psalms within the margin
Candide Diderot. '24