Jake Shaw's Blog, page 6

Mother Tongues

I’m a wordsmith
But in Arabic
I don’t know
How to speak

Couldn’t find myself
To your home
Without stumbling
Through language

But no one at the airport
Would know I’m a poet
Nor would a shopkeep
Suspect me in English

Not now, at least
Do I know your tongue
But someday I will know
And it will lash me free

Autumn Boy

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Alpha 6300 w/ Helios 44-2, f/2, 1/3200, ISO-100. 9/27/2018 11:13 AM.

Trash Pandas

While we slept
You saw the bounty

Tents and sleeping bags
Not guarding their cookies

Punching holes in bags
Of cheesy popcorn

Lifting latches on
Our outdoor bins

And you scrambled off
With the most delicious

Of them all:
You had to take the cookies

Baptized

I can’t even drink
Water
Without thinking
Of you

Pouring through my dreams
Washing away
My fantasies
And making yourself my reality

Cleanse my palette
I don’t want to be left
Without the taste of
Something pure on my lips

Nourish me
Keep me alive
For three days
At a time

When I don’t have anything else
My body will still crave you
And the baptisinal thoughts
You dive my mind in

Carve me up like a canyon
Like a river run through
My badlands, photogenic
You’re my companion

Through the thick and...

Eid

You were beaming without a care
Knew I was taking you out
To dinner
But you didn’t know where

Could have ended up
All cuddled up
On my couch downstairs
With Tim Burton movies

But when we arrived
All your friends had
Already been there
To blindside you

Was never that good
At surprise parties
But everyone who knew you
Was ecstatic to be a part

I thought this that morning
As Hunter and I bought decor
And food platters and set up
The room for everyone

So proud was I as I left
To go get you
None t...

Hunter

I stalked prey
Late at night
And just after dawn

They didn’t know me here
The hills, the sustain
The pain of the day

The rush of walking
In another’s shoes
In following the path

The risk associated with
Faking most days
In camouflage

Something that wouldn’t
Be suspicious, or wouldn’t
Stand out

Is it improper
To hunt without
Wearing your pith?

It’s the genetic survivalist
In me praising the brilliance
Of taking truth with a twist

Not lying
But telling half-truths
And leaving the rest behind

Le...

Lake Crescent

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Sony a6300, f/14, 1/80, ISO-100, 23mm. 8/8/2018 6:25 PM.

Unpolarized. I’ll get that one next time.

Autumn at the Summit of North Bend

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Even at the top of Mount Si, the onset of Fall can be felt among the jagged rocks and Canadian jays.

Sony Alpha 6300, f/4, 1/800, ISO-100, 18mm. 9/18/2018 1:09 PM.

Mount Si Memories – Journal 9/20/18

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One of my friends, Guy Larson, is in the midst of a cool little project with nude photography and creative censorship using lewd poetry and scripture. I, of course, offered my poetry to be used in this endeavor, and as such have been revamping some more organization on the back end.

Unfortunately, as a side effect of all this, anyone subscribed to my site for email updates just got bombed by like 19 erotic poems and I do apologize for that. That’s a lot of erotic poems to suddenly flood one’...

Summitting

Yesterday, I finished the fight.