Submissions by Aquaheal
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
There is a ship called tyranny.Her hull is made of tar baby.Her flag does say “My way is fair.”And port to port she ships her ware.Men do fight her, and do fail.For as they win, her flag will sail.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Jun 2022 00:59am
2nd Jun 2022 00:59am
Meal time musings
What on earth now, will I eat;
on ugly tray and dirty seat.
The meals served here, are often fine,
with sometimes little wait in line.
Some staff are nice, but some are rude,
as they stay busy, with the food.
The call to eat comes loud and clear,
for those who have the speaker near.
For those who do not hear the call,
they likely will not eat at all.
At dinning time, one must be quick,
and little care goes to the sick.
The staff here work for little pay,
as many here see slow decay.
...
on ugly tray and dirty seat.
The meals served here, are often fine,
with sometimes little wait in line.
Some staff are nice, but some are rude,
as they stay busy, with the food.
The call to eat comes loud and clear,
for those who have the speaker near.
For those who do not hear the call,
they likely will not eat at all.
At dinning time, one must be quick,
and little care goes to the sick.
The staff here work for little pay,
as many here see slow decay.
...
#food
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Jun 2022 4:35pm
1st Jun 2022 4:35pm
Summer comes
Summer comes, as spring will leave.
Gone are coat and thickened sleeve.
The day boils hot; The sun does bake.
And soon we'll yearn, for winters break.
The trees showcase their healthy leaf,
as cold drinks give the soul relief.
A happy but a scorching time,
that makes the cooler air sublime.
The feel of sweat will often rest;
between the arms and on the chest.
Now thunderstorms will drench the earth,
as lightning bolts are given birth.
Clear blue skies, are often seen;
as grass sings loud its...
Gone are coat and thickened sleeve.
The day boils hot; The sun does bake.
And soon we'll yearn, for winters break.
The trees showcase their healthy leaf,
as cold drinks give the soul relief.
A happy but a scorching time,
that makes the cooler air sublime.
The feel of sweat will often rest;
between the arms and on the chest.
Now thunderstorms will drench the earth,
as lightning bolts are given birth.
Clear blue skies, are often seen;
as grass sings loud its...
#happiness
#beauty
#summer
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st May 2022 8:11pm
31st May 2022 8:11pm
This place
How shall I, describe this place;
this jail of boring dull embrace,
with green facade, while flowers bloom,
between two streets of dirty fume?
The stench here slowly goes away,
as some will talk, and some will pray.
Some are kind and some are mean,
and some are very heard and seen.
A place of good and bad it seems,
a bed of dirty stranger dreams,
as color caught within the grey,
permeates most every day.
Sometimes, the sound, of music plays,
with songs of old and Christian praise.
Here deprivation has its...
this jail of boring dull embrace,
with green facade, while flowers bloom,
between two streets of dirty fume?
The stench here slowly goes away,
as some will talk, and some will pray.
Some are kind and some are mean,
and some are very heard and seen.
A place of good and bad it seems,
a bed of dirty stranger dreams,
as color caught within the grey,
permeates most every day.
Sometimes, the sound, of music plays,
with songs of old and Christian praise.
Here deprivation has its...
#beauty
#home
#heaven
#hell
#dirty
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th May 2022 4:41pm
30th May 2022 4:41pm
The Poison
Poison, poison, flowing through;
quite deep is all its sting.
My gosh, my gosh, What will I do?
What horror will it bring?
Right now I feel so very free,
but never does this last.
The good times that should come to me,
can go downhill quite fast.
There was a time when I was sad,
and blue times filled the day.
Thinking back I would be glad,
to go back to that way.
In those days, the poisoned dread,
was not within my brain;
making me wish I were dead,
and driving me insane.
Yes, the poisons...
quite deep is all its sting.
My gosh, my gosh, What will I do?
What horror will it bring?
Right now I feel so very free,
but never does this last.
The good times that should come to me,
can go downhill quite fast.
There was a time when I was sad,
and blue times filled the day.
Thinking back I would be glad,
to go back to that way.
In those days, the poisoned dread,
was not within my brain;
making me wish I were dead,
and driving me insane.
Yes, the poisons...
#anger
#love
#death
#frustration
#despair
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th May 2022 8:38pm
29th May 2022 8:38pm
A Dirty World of Hurting Souls
How does one cope, when few will care?
I see this problem everywhere.
It's like a wall of solid brick,
that you can pound and you can kick.
It burns within the soul like ice,
and vengeance hides its dirty price.
When Love runs dry, one can despair,
and anger often shuns repair.
Twisted souls can then be made,
where bitterness is firmly laid.
How does the heart undo the pain,
that makes so many go insane?
Within each act of cruelty,
there must be lack of empathy.
Please Love come down and save the day,
so darkness does...
I see this problem everywhere.
It's like a wall of solid brick,
that you can pound and you can kick.
It burns within the soul like ice,
and vengeance hides its dirty price.
When Love runs dry, one can despair,
and anger often shuns repair.
Twisted souls can then be made,
where bitterness is firmly laid.
How does the heart undo the pain,
that makes so many go insane?
Within each act of cruelty,
there must be lack of empathy.
Please Love come down and save the day,
so darkness does...
#anger
#love
#suffering #hurt
#suffering #hurt
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
29th May 2022 5:01pm
29th May 2022 5:01pm
Serenity's tides
Peace, the calm before the storm;
a gentle breeze has taken form.
I know not what; I know not when;
as time does ease the state I'm in.
The bliss does come; the birds do sing;
I am just fine with everything.
But memories of days gone past,
tell me that this cannot last.
Certainly the soul will shift.
This ease of mine will likely lift.
So in the changing of the mind,
I wonder what new feel I find.
So my mood goes all around,
as I hope it will abound.
a gentle breeze has taken form.
I know not what; I know not when;
as time does ease the state I'm in.
The bliss does come; the birds do sing;
I am just fine with everything.
But memories of days gone past,
tell me that this cannot last.
Certainly the soul will shift.
This ease of mine will likely lift.
So in the changing of the mind,
I wonder what new feel I find.
So my mood goes all around,
as I hope it will abound.
#happiness
#peace
#meditation
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