Submissions by BobbyJames
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Been writing since I was sixteen to get the thoughts out of my head so I could sleep. Wasn't anyone to talk to so I kept on talking to me. Writing eventually became something more in college when people started listening. It's been unreal and I love it.
SELF POEM
Published
25th Nov 2022 9:19pm
25th Nov 2022 9:19pm
The Queen and I
This is the first
A Faggot you say?
Where may I inhale the English smoke-stack
Down where you protect The Queen?
Nancy's boots shake the Earth.
Do you know what they'll do?
I lean into my toilet paper-stuffed bra;
Carinatum, I am a Gypsy.
these San Jacinto fingers slide
down empire state thighs.
I'll take a chicken-shit knee for you.
You're proper, of course.
Down, I crouch
to see eye to eye
The golf ball to Hurricane.
Oh you…
How shall I address You?
This magnifying glass is...
A Faggot you say?
Where may I inhale the English smoke-stack
Down where you protect The Queen?
Nancy's boots shake the Earth.
Do you know what they'll do?
I lean into my toilet paper-stuffed bra;
Carinatum, I am a Gypsy.
these San Jacinto fingers slide
down empire state thighs.
I'll take a chicken-shit knee for you.
You're proper, of course.
Down, I crouch
to see eye to eye
The golf ball to Hurricane.
Oh you…
How shall I address You?
This magnifying glass is...
#hate
#erotic
#transgender
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SELF POEM
Published
25th Nov 2022 9:15pm
25th Nov 2022 9:15pm
Sunshine
Last night, you blew a kiss,
Your arm was hoisted by the ref.
The catch of a lifetime,
like you were raised for the roses.
I awoke, expecting
the brush of horse hair on guts to sooth me.
Only silence from your tiny coffin.
You were slouched at the kitchen table,
taped hand, hugging the bottle.
Fat Lip, fate in one swollen red eye,
your love...
You weren't much
for books, no looker, not even a talker.
You were born to play.
So your mother and father made-believe.
Your uncle said it sounded...
Your arm was hoisted by the ref.
The catch of a lifetime,
like you were raised for the roses.
I awoke, expecting
the brush of horse hair on guts to sooth me.
Only silence from your tiny coffin.
You were slouched at the kitchen table,
taped hand, hugging the bottle.
Fat Lip, fate in one swollen red eye,
your love...
You weren't much
for books, no looker, not even a talker.
You were born to play.
So your mother and father made-believe.
Your uncle said it sounded...
#love
#hate
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Aug 2021 10:37am
2nd Aug 2021 10:37am
The Smallest Wish
In the moment you are enchanted
by a dream that is greater than life,
dandelions may find you--
Laying beneath the ash-tree--wondering
if they really come true.
You may find yourself
rowing into a painted ocean
for the chance to live in that moment
forever.
You've prepared almost everything for your journey
before stepping into the gallery.
The only thing you left behind
was your will.
And so you gaze at the dimensions
of your potential fate as it pertains
to one of many, yet none are as real ...
by a dream that is greater than life,
dandelions may find you--
Laying beneath the ash-tree--wondering
if they really come true.
You may find yourself
rowing into a painted ocean
for the chance to live in that moment
forever.
You've prepared almost everything for your journey
before stepping into the gallery.
The only thing you left behind
was your will.
And so you gaze at the dimensions
of your potential fate as it pertains
to one of many, yet none are as real ...
#symbolism
242 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
20th Dec 2019 8:24am
20th Dec 2019 8:24am
Disappointing My Imagination
I've placed a dunce-hat on my imagination and sent him to the corner for writing a story instead asking for advice. There's a huge stack of books, and the one he's picked-up is on discipline. The choice is his to persuade or obey, but for some reason, this book has a hold on him.
I tell my imagination time-out is over, but he won't leave the corner.
"Wouldn't you like to go outside and play with your classmates?"
I announce that it's time for arts and crafts. He flips another page. I show him my finger painting.
"What do you think?"
"What...
I tell my imagination time-out is over, but he won't leave the corner.
"Wouldn't you like to go outside and play with your classmates?"
I announce that it's time for arts and crafts. He flips another page. I show him my finger painting.
"What do you think?"
"What...
#inspirational
#PowerOfWords
#confusion
#disappointment
#passion
428 reads
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
15th Nov 2019 6:46am
15th Nov 2019 6:46am
The Bitch and Bastard for Walking Away - Part III
Breathing Underwater
The weather has left me speechless. This slow wash into the harvest peels layers of air. Three down, who am I now?
That's a difficult reach. In any case, reflection isn't a branch to grasp, and ripples are distortions of the past. I no longer recognize sense as property, but this sinking feeling seems to belong.
A piping hot hook between sand and surface fizzles on a wispy lifeline. It's consumed for eventual suffocation when called to answer. I promise of every ounce in motion that hangs in this moment, questions are vain.
This...
The weather has left me speechless. This slow wash into the harvest peels layers of air. Three down, who am I now?
That's a difficult reach. In any case, reflection isn't a branch to grasp, and ripples are distortions of the past. I no longer recognize sense as property, but this sinking feeling seems to belong.
A piping hot hook between sand and surface fizzles on a wispy lifeline. It's consumed for eventual suffocation when called to answer. I promise of every ounce in motion that hangs in this moment, questions are vain.
This...
#identity
#mirror
#narrative
#emptiness
#nonfiction
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
6th Aug 2019 7:36am
6th Aug 2019 7:36am
The Bitch and Bastard for Walking Away - Part II
Shatter-Brain
Judge Rayford: Did you ever skydive? ... Skydive? Did you ever
skydive?
Arthur: No, why?
Judge Rayford: You ought to try it. You might learn something. You
know, I was skydiving once and my main chute didn't open. I
pulled my reserve which didn't open either. There I was, plunging
to the Earth. Just as I hit the tree tops, I discovered the meaning of
life.
Arthur: Which is?
Judge Rayford: It sucks, Arthur! It really sucks!
(...And Justice for All)
...
Judge Rayford: Did you ever skydive? ... Skydive? Did you ever
skydive?
Arthur: No, why?
Judge Rayford: You ought to try it. You might learn something. You
know, I was skydiving once and my main chute didn't open. I
pulled my reserve which didn't open either. There I was, plunging
to the Earth. Just as I hit the tree tops, I discovered the meaning of
life.
Arthur: Which is?
Judge Rayford: It sucks, Arthur! It really sucks!
(...And Justice for All)
...
#inspirational
#MentalHealth
#philosophical #morality
#philosophical #morality
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STORY POEM
Published
6th Aug 2019 3:27am
6th Aug 2019 3:27am
Six
Lucky
S
W
U
NGquick
dodging bul
let
graze
Buffalo Bill
never
sto
pped watch
ov
er
Great
Plains
#eecummings
S
W
U
NGquick
dodging bul
let
graze
Buffalo Bill
never
sto
pped watch
ov
er
Great
Plains
#eecummings
#gratitude
601 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Aug 2019 9:30pm
4th Aug 2019 9:30pm
Wally World
Aisle twenty-five and a half.
climate, null.
Voided the first impulse by having
second-thoughts, as timeless as
no clocks.
Where in-store can when be found?
Even by florescent sun-tiles
I seem to gloss my smile around-- Miles
or Days
this unearthly gaze...
files through a magnifying-glass branded
Common-Sense-
-less I'm amazed to ask
What department is that in?
Better yet, are many excuses in-stock?
Bitter, if I can’t find any
customer
service ...
climate, null.
Voided the first impulse by having
second-thoughts, as timeless as
no clocks.
Where in-store can when be found?
Even by florescent sun-tiles
I seem to gloss my smile around-- Miles
or Days
this unearthly gaze...
files through a magnifying-glass branded
Common-Sense-
-less I'm amazed to ask
What department is that in?
Better yet, are many excuses in-stock?
Bitter, if I can’t find any
customer
service ...
#utopia
#money
#frustration
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STORY POEM
Published
31st Jul 2019 6:14am
31st Jul 2019 6:14am
D.D.R. Star!
For the better part of my life
I played this dance-dance game
on four flashing arrows
gave all my money to the arcade
Until the Second Coming cinched his belt
I'd never been more amazed
My God, He was something else
Nobody knew his real name
Must've been kin to the Wizard
that deaf, dumb bastard who smelled pinballs
the owner said he was the Trip-Machine King
played Challenge Mode without the bar
Scored Perfect every time
Never lost any Gauge
Not one Boo to cry over
Always selected No Regain
...
I played this dance-dance game
on four flashing arrows
gave all my money to the arcade
Until the Second Coming cinched his belt
I'd never been more amazed
My God, He was something else
Nobody knew his real name
Must've been kin to the Wizard
that deaf, dumb bastard who smelled pinballs
the owner said he was the Trip-Machine King
played Challenge Mode without the bar
Scored Perfect every time
Never lost any Gauge
Not one Boo to cry over
Always selected No Regain
...
#music
#dance
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Jul 2019 11:37pm
30th Jul 2019 11:37pm
A Better Day
It's faulted over meaning,
any property of 'everminds,
closed on a working-holiday,
off with yours in the sky.
Some say It's the only reason
to excuse an affective few
words that cause one to lie
the day none choose to confide,
"It's only you"
It's the underrated review,
black and white movie scenes
washed-up on a backdrop shore.
the message of color-television dreams.
Other's pour It's content, clear
as decisions fill uncertain times
Oh Mon Cheri, the fate of...
any property of 'everminds,
closed on a working-holiday,
off with yours in the sky.
Some say It's the only reason
to excuse an affective few
words that cause one to lie
the day none choose to confide,
"It's only you"
It's the underrated review,
black and white movie scenes
washed-up on a backdrop shore.
the message of color-television dreams.
Other's pour It's content, clear
as decisions fill uncertain times
Oh Mon Cheri, the fate of...
#happiness
#hope
#motivational #inspirational
#motivational #inspirational
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SELF POEM
Published
30th Jul 2019 8:12am
30th Jul 2019 8:12am
Don't Forget Your Coat!
A watched pot never
chills after-thought
deafened
Silence toils, "What's left..."
this condition ails thirty-two,
and below--
Nothing's separate still,
Ice won't freeze regret.
Foggy...
I can't lose quietly
what I choose to...
No exhaustion tires a mess, and
Stagnant won't stay
awake! I already checked
The flame refuses to inspire...
chills after-thought
deafened
Silence toils, "What's left..."
this condition ails thirty-two,
and below--
Nothing's separate still,
Ice won't freeze regret.
Foggy...
I can't lose quietly
what I choose to...
No exhaustion tires a mess, and
Stagnant won't stay
awake! I already checked
The flame refuses to inspire...
#grief
#strength
#hope #emptiness
#hope #emptiness
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
30th Jul 2019 7:16am
30th Jul 2019 7:16am
The Bitch and Bastard for Walking Away - Part I
The Pecan Tree
From this dim-lit porch, the magnified shadows of camouflaged moths and mosquito hawks bounce under the Sylvania bulb. June-bugs buzz on random flights, landing awkwardly on clay-toned bricks, holey screens, piles of junk-mail, and in my uncombed hair. I glaze over miles of Marlboro's cherry-glow into this inner-city jungle.
Sickly ferns arch the cracked walkway beside Empress Wu's colony. Strays find shelter among her dense stalks. A litter of felines pew, possums faint; juicy roaches skitter through crumpled leaves. Dead switch strangles a leaning...
From this dim-lit porch, the magnified shadows of camouflaged moths and mosquito hawks bounce under the Sylvania bulb. June-bugs buzz on random flights, landing awkwardly on clay-toned bricks, holey screens, piles of junk-mail, and in my uncombed hair. I glaze over miles of Marlboro's cherry-glow into this inner-city jungle.
Sickly ferns arch the cracked walkway beside Empress Wu's colony. Strays find shelter among her dense stalks. A litter of felines pew, possums faint; juicy roaches skitter through crumpled leaves. Dead switch strangles a leaning...
#inspirational
#spiritual
#philosophical #nonfiction
#philosophical #nonfiction
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