Submissions by Atehequa
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Old backwoodsman, poet, artist and storyteller
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Oct 2011 6:08pm
15th Oct 2011 6:08pm
The Fora
Deceivers, shills and the greedy at heart
Never paid enough for the humanity you lack
Cockroaches at night crawling out of a crack
Never seeing the hay for the needle in the stack
Those fools not on to you from the start
Finding worms in the flour while sifting through it all
Ever ready with the standard quick witted one liners
And those depressingly dissatisfied constant whiners
The seemingly innocent polls and questions of data miners
More gift wrapped bullshit than one could ever call
Plenty of fresh open minds to close and lock...
Never paid enough for the humanity you lack
Cockroaches at night crawling out of a crack
Never seeing the hay for the needle in the stack
Those fools not on to you from the start
Finding worms in the flour while sifting through it all
Ever ready with the standard quick witted one liners
And those depressingly dissatisfied constant whiners
The seemingly innocent polls and questions of data miners
More gift wrapped bullshit than one could ever call
Plenty of fresh open minds to close and lock...
622 reads
0 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
14th Oct 2011 11:50pm
14th Oct 2011 11:50pm
The Path Ahead
The time has come for me to journey
From the places I well know
So many sights I have yet to see
Deep inside myself I shall go
Leaving a world of angry eyes
Away from the constant woe
And all the betrayal and lies
Everything I have come to know
Good spirits, please guide me
For I am weary from long strife
A mysterious journey to set me free
From all the fears I have known in life
Leaving love, hate, friend or foe
And those who never held me dear
Upon this journey I shall go
As the path ahead is clear
...
From the places I well know
So many sights I have yet to see
Deep inside myself I shall go
Leaving a world of angry eyes
Away from the constant woe
And all the betrayal and lies
Everything I have come to know
Good spirits, please guide me
For I am weary from long strife
A mysterious journey to set me free
From all the fears I have known in life
Leaving love, hate, friend or foe
And those who never held me dear
Upon this journey I shall go
As the path ahead is clear
...
661 reads
0 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
14th Oct 2011 00:39am
14th Oct 2011 00:39am
A Treeless Valley
High above him, several circling hawks
Wings and tails spread, issuing their shrill cries
Slow swirl, their aerial song and dance, perhaps in warning
Having hardly a good feeling concerning his surroundings
A treeless valley of drought dead brown fields and mud
Apprehensively, the traveler forded muddy river water
The fog slowly drifting down from higher elevations
Turning his mount, he looked back at the distant wooded ridges
Awash in autumn colors, faintly calling him back
Fire orange and yellow, splashes of crimson red
Days of wet weather in...
Wings and tails spread, issuing their shrill cries
Slow swirl, their aerial song and dance, perhaps in warning
Having hardly a good feeling concerning his surroundings
A treeless valley of drought dead brown fields and mud
Apprehensively, the traveler forded muddy river water
The fog slowly drifting down from higher elevations
Turning his mount, he looked back at the distant wooded ridges
Awash in autumn colors, faintly calling him back
Fire orange and yellow, splashes of crimson red
Days of wet weather in...
785 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Oct 2011 11:46pm
12th Oct 2011 11:46pm
Forever Your Own
Do not fret fellow poetic friends
Your critics are naught without you
Scrutinizing creativity to no ends
Is all they have to do
Words penned are forever your own
Heed not what the lot of them say
Care not what they critique or condone
Choose not to be their prey
Pen in hand and up half the night
Blissful passion, darkness or black rage
From your own minds these words you write
Ink flowing upon the page
All new poets who are willing to share
Do not be discouraged by a cawing crow
A part of your soul you will have to bare...
Your critics are naught without you
Scrutinizing creativity to no ends
Is all they have to do
Words penned are forever your own
Heed not what the lot of them say
Care not what they critique or condone
Choose not to be their prey
Pen in hand and up half the night
Blissful passion, darkness or black rage
From your own minds these words you write
Ink flowing upon the page
All new poets who are willing to share
Do not be discouraged by a cawing crow
A part of your soul you will have to bare...
729 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Oct 2011 11:47pm
11th Oct 2011 11:47pm
Wavering Banner of Shame
Under no wavering banner of shame
Having not much in mind to pursue
All that is passed along the path
Nature’s bountiful beautify and sudden wrath
Never should we speak ill of her name
She is not here for us to subdue
Tread upon her kindness for too long
To her true nature she will always keep
Darkening sky from a calm pleasant blue
Everyone of your blows she will return to you
You take her kindness all too wrong
While hurting her ever so deep
Much too haughty and ill of manner
The court never lacks an entertaining fool
Upon...
Having not much in mind to pursue
All that is passed along the path
Nature’s bountiful beautify and sudden wrath
Never should we speak ill of her name
She is not here for us to subdue
Tread upon her kindness for too long
To her true nature she will always keep
Darkening sky from a calm pleasant blue
Everyone of your blows she will return to you
You take her kindness all too wrong
While hurting her ever so deep
Much too haughty and ill of manner
The court never lacks an entertaining fool
Upon...
770 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
11th Oct 2011 1:03am
11th Oct 2011 1:03am
Walk into the shadows with the coming of night
The times and places our hearts do keep
Never to be foolishly tossed away
Memories that allow us to laugh or weep
Happy recollections or dark dismay
A sunny afternoon turned grim gloomy grey
Sitting silently for hours in dark wild places
Clarity in reflection, the future begins to fray
Hearing many voices, but seeing no faces
Walk in shadows with the coming of night
At day’s end dusk’s gloomy blending
Naught but a child lost in this terrible plight
Loosing your way and forever descending
Into a dark vale, never dreamed of before...
Never to be foolishly tossed away
Memories that allow us to laugh or weep
Happy recollections or dark dismay
A sunny afternoon turned grim gloomy grey
Sitting silently for hours in dark wild places
Clarity in reflection, the future begins to fray
Hearing many voices, but seeing no faces
Walk in shadows with the coming of night
At day’s end dusk’s gloomy blending
Naught but a child lost in this terrible plight
Loosing your way and forever descending
Into a dark vale, never dreamed of before...
743 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Oct 2011 5:12pm
10th Oct 2011 5:12pm
Farewell to a Friend
Oh if we could only chirp like birds
Having a good wind carry our words
As those looking in from the outer dark
Resist the urge for an occasional bark
Once wise, vigorous and walking the land
Now dotard, ungainly, barely able to stand
Is something feeding off of you ?
From that first long spellbound gawk
A fat mouse embracing the hungry hawk
Feeding well, not even leaving a bone
You are only a stain, all but unknown
Tightly twisted lust instead of true love
Too little below and not much above
Do you know what’s feasting on you ?
...
Having a good wind carry our words
As those looking in from the outer dark
Resist the urge for an occasional bark
Once wise, vigorous and walking the land
Now dotard, ungainly, barely able to stand
Is something feeding off of you ?
From that first long spellbound gawk
A fat mouse embracing the hungry hawk
Feeding well, not even leaving a bone
You are only a stain, all but unknown
Tightly twisted lust instead of true love
Too little below and not much above
Do you know what’s feasting on you ?
...
666 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Oct 2011 4:47pm
10th Oct 2011 4:47pm
Down at the NWO
Platinum haired hussies extrude the news
Beautiful faces sculptured over ugly souls
Fair and balanced red clad leggy whores
Stiletto heels and quick beaver shots
How they blossom in front of the cameras
And what goes on behind closed doors
Uncle Sam, well he got laid off
His top hat and snazzy suit they sent
Far south of the Mexican border
Lady Liberty is now in hock
She pawned her crown and torch
Down at the New World Order
Elected leaders are now selling souls
Already they've sold too many lives and dreams
For...
Beautiful faces sculptured over ugly souls
Fair and balanced red clad leggy whores
Stiletto heels and quick beaver shots
How they blossom in front of the cameras
And what goes on behind closed doors
Uncle Sam, well he got laid off
His top hat and snazzy suit they sent
Far south of the Mexican border
Lady Liberty is now in hock
She pawned her crown and torch
Down at the New World Order
Elected leaders are now selling souls
Already they've sold too many lives and dreams
For...
617 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Oct 2011 00:21am
10th Oct 2011 00:21am
Too deep in the cup
Acting totally out of misguided intention
Lusty interaction upon a delirious dare
Too deep in the cup to consider prevention
Too deep in the cup to even care
Too deep in the cup, too late in the year
Catbird inhibitions, away they fly
With that first kiss, your senses veer
Warm and wet is better than cold and dry
Deep enough in the cup to sound sincere
Ever embracing what is said to you
Words inspiring passion, words to endear
Even though they are not wholly true
Deep into the shadowy dusk, our fire is lit
Bidding farewell to another...
Lusty interaction upon a delirious dare
Too deep in the cup to consider prevention
Too deep in the cup to even care
Too deep in the cup, too late in the year
Catbird inhibitions, away they fly
With that first kiss, your senses veer
Warm and wet is better than cold and dry
Deep enough in the cup to sound sincere
Ever embracing what is said to you
Words inspiring passion, words to endear
Even though they are not wholly true
Deep into the shadowy dusk, our fire is lit
Bidding farewell to another...
686 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Oct 2011 11:11pm
9th Oct 2011 11:11pm
A place ever dreamed of
A collective soul of weakening wills
Under the full moon you will not dance
Fearing spirits of these wooded hills
Yet in passing, allowing a longing glance
Wandering away from that fearful crowd
To high places where some can only dream
A wooded bank obscured by a low lying cloud
Hovering over a fast falling mountain stream
In the still of dawn comes a soft low breeze
Blowing through your mist-damp raven hair
Turning leaves and needles of ancient trees
A place ever dreamed of, yet never to dare
Under the full moon you will not dance
Fearing spirits of these wooded hills
Yet in passing, allowing a longing glance
Wandering away from that fearful crowd
To high places where some can only dream
A wooded bank obscured by a low lying cloud
Hovering over a fast falling mountain stream
In the still of dawn comes a soft low breeze
Blowing through your mist-damp raven hair
Turning leaves and needles of ancient trees
A place ever dreamed of, yet never to dare
613 reads
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STORY POEM
Published
9th Oct 2011 00:02am
9th Oct 2011 00:02am
Six Knocks
Fret not lost love so far away
When inspiration sits across a small table
Downstream from where river poets bemuse
Minutes away from purchased passion
So fling a foul curse come morning
Or have nothing else to say at all
The lewd poet begging no approval
Whose words are they anyway ?
What we pen and what we say
Words taking a rare few somewhere else
The view from the edge of a king size bed
Warm bawdy thoughts swirl in his head
A thin, short, low-cut silk shift
And a seemingly accidentally dropped hotel cup
“Could you pick that up for...
When inspiration sits across a small table
Downstream from where river poets bemuse
Minutes away from purchased passion
So fling a foul curse come morning
Or have nothing else to say at all
The lewd poet begging no approval
Whose words are they anyway ?
What we pen and what we say
Words taking a rare few somewhere else
The view from the edge of a king size bed
Warm bawdy thoughts swirl in his head
A thin, short, low-cut silk shift
And a seemingly accidentally dropped hotel cup
“Could you pick that up for...
776 reads
0 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
8th Oct 2011 4:07pm
8th Oct 2011 4:07pm
Tsenacommacah
The cold bubbling springs
Cool swift flowing bottom land streams
And broad deep channeled tidal estuaries
All finding their way into the Chesapeake
The eastern edge of a great ancient forest
Stretching from the ocean westward
From the Chesapeake up to the fall line
Along the Powhatan, Pamunkey, Rappahannock and Patawomeck
Swooping Eagles, ospreys and keen-eyed hawks
Gulls, pelicans, tall sharp beaked blue herons and egrets
Fishing, hunting, swooping down with lightning speed
Deer, elk, turkey and numerous covies of quail
Silently...
Cool swift flowing bottom land streams
And broad deep channeled tidal estuaries
All finding their way into the Chesapeake
The eastern edge of a great ancient forest
Stretching from the ocean westward
From the Chesapeake up to the fall line
Along the Powhatan, Pamunkey, Rappahannock and Patawomeck
Swooping Eagles, ospreys and keen-eyed hawks
Gulls, pelicans, tall sharp beaked blue herons and egrets
Fishing, hunting, swooping down with lightning speed
Deer, elk, turkey and numerous covies of quail
Silently...
758 reads
1 Comment
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