Submissions by Chingillas
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2020 2:42am
22nd Mar 2020 2:42am
Here we are Again
Here we are again
The war it’s always been
And though we’ve always tried
Though we’ve always sinned
We’ll come back alive
We’ll be back to win.
And here we are again
The war it’ll always be
I’m getting tired now
Flesh and bone you’ll see
Oh so tired now
Don’t be thin as me.
Cause here we are again
The day that wouldn’t end
Said ‘You’ll come back to life’
‘You’ll come back as kin.’
The war it’s always been
And though we’ve always tried
Though we’ve always sinned
We’ll come back alive
We’ll be back to win.
And here we are again
The war it’ll always be
I’m getting tired now
Flesh and bone you’ll see
Oh so tired now
Don’t be thin as me.
Cause here we are again
The day that wouldn’t end
Said ‘You’ll come back to life’
‘You’ll come back as kin.’
#TruthOfLife
#humankind
#philosophical #tradition
#philosophical #tradition
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2020 10:04pm
22nd Feb 2020 10:04pm
Happy Accidents
For reasons
More obvious than love
We fuss
Infinity now
That at any moment
Someone might
Call my bluff
Man gets caught up
In his existence
But it is enough for
Man to be
Told
‘I exist too’
More obvious than love
We fuss
Infinity now
That at any moment
Someone might
Call my bluff
Man gets caught up
In his existence
But it is enough for
Man to be
Told
‘I exist too’
#identity
#LifeStruggles
#humankind #LifeCycle
#humankind #LifeCycle
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
15th Feb 2020 2:00am
15th Feb 2020 2:00am
We Hold Poems
We hold poems
Like tiny hands,
Reaching up to pull God down,
One hand after the other,
Endlessly
Grasping,
Glorifying our existence
By shaming our downfall.
Yet, these hands do not see the hand that
Dismisses,
The hand that points outward within,
The hand whose mercy
Must be fear,
Putting us in our place
As definite and temporal,
As the scrubbers of his golden feet,
Shinier with each polishing.
Trembling before him
I tug at his robe
Begging him not to let me fall,
For surely at this...
Like tiny hands,
Reaching up to pull God down,
One hand after the other,
Endlessly
Grasping,
Glorifying our existence
By shaming our downfall.
Yet, these hands do not see the hand that
Dismisses,
The hand that points outward within,
The hand whose mercy
Must be fear,
Putting us in our place
As definite and temporal,
As the scrubbers of his golden feet,
Shinier with each polishing.
Trembling before him
I tug at his robe
Begging him not to let me fall,
For surely at this...
#God
#fate
#mythology
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Jan 2020 4:48am
21st Jan 2020 4:48am
The Movement of the Mouth
And to think the word that left us
Was ever our own, ever ours, it becomes.
Words grip the iron teeth
What mawkish
We caress,
Projecting enmity
On false enemies.
The movement of the mouth
Makes no ideas
But the air speaks
To shut us up.
My breath
Smudged in writing
Lies dying
On a paper
And of this Dwindling
Fluid in escape,
Evaporating into the
Wind of our breath,
The breath of our word,
A word is not yet spoken,
For it forever dwindles.
Was ever our own, ever ours, it becomes.
Words grip the iron teeth
What mawkish
We caress,
Projecting enmity
On false enemies.
The movement of the mouth
Makes no ideas
But the air speaks
To shut us up.
My breath
Smudged in writing
Lies dying
On a paper
And of this Dwindling
Fluid in escape,
Evaporating into the
Wind of our breath,
The breath of our word,
A word is not yet spoken,
For it forever dwindles.
#PowerOfWords
#philosophical
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SELF POEM
Published
20th Jan 2020 11:05pm
20th Jan 2020 11:05pm
The Enemy's Name
II.
Not some single figurine, some deity,
Not a constant, but personalities -
Building character unto this display.
A display which at any point may contain
Agents of democracy, agents of duty.
Willed sacrifice, shameful enterprise
Composing.
III.
The possibilities, never outcomes nor complete,
The regrets and the hopes – short precedence.
Hungry for more, a bitter taste,
The bit between my teeth
That I cannot remove.
The celebrated in silence,
The onlooker once looked on.
IV.
The transgression...
Not some single figurine, some deity,
Not a constant, but personalities -
Building character unto this display.
A display which at any point may contain
Agents of democracy, agents of duty.
Willed sacrifice, shameful enterprise
Composing.
III.
The possibilities, never outcomes nor complete,
The regrets and the hopes – short precedence.
Hungry for more, a bitter taste,
The bit between my teeth
That I cannot remove.
The celebrated in silence,
The onlooker once looked on.
IV.
The transgression...
#courage
#identity
#SelfReflection
#acceptance
#tolerance
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Jan 2020 5:08am
20th Jan 2020 5:08am
Dwelling
We are land creatures, | (One) Whose
Dragged out of the sea | Tongue moistens
And thrown into the air, | No words,
Past the clouds. | Ears echo
When we turn and face | No memory.
This thrust, | And eyes
We see only a(n) | Play
Amorphous daunt. | No disguise.
Dragged out of the sea | Tongue moistens
And thrown into the air, | No words,
Past the clouds. | Ears echo
When we turn and face | No memory.
This thrust, | And eyes
We see only a(n) | Play
Amorphous daunt. | No disguise.
#home
#earth
#sky
#nature
#evolution
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Jan 2020 5:02am
20th Jan 2020 5:02am
The Beauty of Strangers
There are tongues
That speak to us more
Sincerely and closely
Than ever could one’s mother,
Than ever dared our brethren
Among us.
There are signed confessions brought forth
One can only make out
To a stranger,
Determined secrets revealed
Without our knowing,
While attaining from them
A self they will never meet.
There are jaded eyes
That replenish us anew,
Hold us still and
Challenge our humanity,
Resetting the game in no-one's favor.
There are backward glances
Looking forward beyond, ...
That speak to us more
Sincerely and closely
Than ever could one’s mother,
Than ever dared our brethren
Among us.
There are signed confessions brought forth
One can only make out
To a stranger,
Determined secrets revealed
Without our knowing,
While attaining from them
A self they will never meet.
There are jaded eyes
That replenish us anew,
Hold us still and
Challenge our humanity,
Resetting the game in no-one's favor.
There are backward glances
Looking forward beyond, ...
#friendship
#humankind
#philosophical #tolerance
#philosophical #tolerance
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