Submissions by BatPowers (Bat Powers)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write from a simple point of view, from the people and events around me.
Karma comes knocking
Cornfields and cattle spurs
road meandering onwards
bitter wind making the snow dance
come upon st. charles
ice cream shop sign says
closed for the season
more road more towns
some of these places
look to have committed
some kind of self treason
empty school
can almost see
children playing
turn the corner
nothing but graffiti and weeds
this isn’t the inner city
this is the land of
family values and character
monster trucks side by sides
with a lincoln
parked in that garage
payed...
road meandering onwards
bitter wind making the snow dance
come upon st. charles
ice cream shop sign says
closed for the season
more road more towns
some of these places
look to have committed
some kind of self treason
empty school
can almost see
children playing
turn the corner
nothing but graffiti and weeds
this isn’t the inner city
this is the land of
family values and character
monster trucks side by sides
with a lincoln
parked in that garage
payed...
#corruption
#depression
#money #poverty
#money #poverty
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4 Comments
Love
Child has gone missing
rains pour heavy onto the pavement
sirens wailing as the tires
hum through the slick wet night
all festivities seem misplaced
a pink scarf frayed ominous
found on the banks of the Cass
a women made of equal parts
focus and despair
shows us a picture
of a family
child with a pink scarf
matching bow in her hair
this was her yesterday
time locked in place
first responder approaches
she falls to her knees
found her in the pavilion
crying for her mom
Love
...
rains pour heavy onto the pavement
sirens wailing as the tires
hum through the slick wet night
all festivities seem misplaced
a pink scarf frayed ominous
found on the banks of the Cass
a women made of equal parts
focus and despair
shows us a picture
of a family
child with a pink scarf
matching bow in her hair
this was her yesterday
time locked in place
first responder approaches
she falls to her knees
found her in the pavilion
crying for her mom
Love
...
#love
42 reads
3 Comments
Meus Solitarius
Smoldering red from the distance
fire from the city below
hands calloused from the atmosphere
with no place left to go
throw down the card win the hand
pour a glass of something top shelf
yah top shelf on ice that’d be nice
the night took the day
now it takes me
breeze comes from the maples
taking its bygone leaves
with every memory
that ever mattered
here i am
fire from the city below
hands calloused from the atmosphere
with no place left to go
throw down the card win the hand
pour a glass of something top shelf
yah top shelf on ice that’d be nice
the night took the day
now it takes me
breeze comes from the maples
taking its bygone leaves
with every memory
that ever mattered
here i am
#LifeCycle
59 reads
7 Comments
Late Night Party Games
Put to a blade of submission
me! wide open for your eyes to peer
chair of fire strapped to retribution
light up the sky with dust and fear
lavender and coal black
scent of musk and floral despair’s
touch of a finger to the flesh
watch me burn
come up for air
touch of a finger to the flesh
watch you burn
come up for air
late night party games
fuck it why not
burn!
me! wide open for your eyes to peer
chair of fire strapped to retribution
light up the sky with dust and fear
lavender and coal black
scent of musk and floral despair’s
touch of a finger to the flesh
watch me burn
come up for air
touch of a finger to the flesh
watch you burn
come up for air
late night party games
fuck it why not
burn!
#lover
#lust
#orgasm
179 reads
6 Comments
Tragedy
a season of ripened fruit
no taste of sugar
to my tongue
did drip
no taste of sugar
to my tongue
did drip
#crush
#lust
124 reads
1 Comment
When you know you know
We waited to see the streetlights take over at the end of this hideous dream
running in slow motion as the street sweeper sweeps
i wonder now what could have been done different
now we're dirt in the cracks and seams
rubble of porcelain and broken dishes
stretching as far as the eye can see
give it a week and all the bitchin
we'll come back around
after it takes its toll
to find ourselves
blistering from the heat
freezing from the cold
waiting
on bronze aged myths
that will take us home
sad really ...
running in slow motion as the street sweeper sweeps
i wonder now what could have been done different
now we're dirt in the cracks and seams
rubble of porcelain and broken dishes
stretching as far as the eye can see
give it a week and all the bitchin
we'll come back around
after it takes its toll
to find ourselves
blistering from the heat
freezing from the cold
waiting
on bronze aged myths
that will take us home
sad really ...
#emotional
#grief
144 reads
10 Comments
Longtime Baby
Been a long time since that ship had sailed
been a long time
long time baby
i remember when i drank from your well
been a long time
been a long time baby
the man i was now an empty shell
been a long time
a long time baby
you're as beautiful now still as frail
been a long time
a long time baby
too long i'm sorry
been a long time
long time baby
i remember when i drank from your well
been a long time
been a long time baby
the man i was now an empty shell
been a long time
a long time baby
you're as beautiful now still as frail
been a long time
a long time baby
too long i'm sorry
#conflict
#redemption
#regret
161 reads
4 Comments
Gas Station Cheeseburgers
I like gas station cheeseburgers
those red hot burritos too
the sun coming to shine on my back yard
got a woodpecker and squirrel, they think they own the place
i suppose they probably do
like getting high in my basement
listening to David Byrne and John Prine
i like the things that just pop in
yah I think that works just fine
got an old house and two old dogs
we are all rotting together
i like this person I've become
i like that I got better
got an old '78' K5 blazer
it's rotting too
but I like the way...
those red hot burritos too
the sun coming to shine on my back yard
got a woodpecker and squirrel, they think they own the place
i suppose they probably do
like getting high in my basement
listening to David Byrne and John Prine
i like the things that just pop in
yah I think that works just fine
got an old house and two old dogs
we are all rotting together
i like this person I've become
i like that I got better
got an old '78' K5 blazer
it's rotting too
but I like the way...
#learning
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
#healing
#SelfWorth
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7 Comments
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