Submissions by Darkbee (DB)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I try to write poetry on a wide variety of topics, sometimes easily accessible, others requiring a little more thought. I put effort into writing it so you might need to put effort into reading it. I have been published in a few local magazines.
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Aug 2011 1:09pm
8th Aug 2011 1:09pm
Payback's a Bitch
775 reads
8 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
29th Jul 2011 7:25pm
29th Jul 2011 7:25pm
City Hustle Blues
Woke up this mornin',
same routine but different day.
Woke up this mornin',
same routine but different day.
There ain't no job for me around here,
but somehow gotta make my pay.
There are sirens in the distance
always somethin' goin' down.
There are sirens in the distance
always somethin' goin' down.
funny thing to me is
ain't no cop when you need one around.
There's a hooker on the corner.
There's a beggar down the street.
There's a hooker on the corner.
There a beggar down the street,
he's rootin' through a trash can,...
same routine but different day.
Woke up this mornin',
same routine but different day.
There ain't no job for me around here,
but somehow gotta make my pay.
There are sirens in the distance
always somethin' goin' down.
There are sirens in the distance
always somethin' goin' down.
funny thing to me is
ain't no cop when you need one around.
There's a hooker on the corner.
There's a beggar down the street.
There's a hooker on the corner.
There a beggar down the street,
he's rootin' through a trash can,...
914 reads
11 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Jul 2011 7:03pm
22nd Jul 2011 7:03pm
Save Your
For Mike's "Minutiae" challenge.
The forgotten, dirty bronze
so hard to keep tabs on
swallowed by earth-tones couch,
in wishing-well-washing-machine,
or in a decorative shelf-piece.
Why is there always one in some
ornament on a shelf?
I'm glad of the times you hide in my jean pocket,
under the rubber mat on the center console,
or cower in quiet corner of floor mats,
after I've filled up my vehicle with momentary spasm
causing the tiniest of overages.
Save me.
In the checkout line,
I give...
The forgotten, dirty bronze
so hard to keep tabs on
swallowed by earth-tones couch,
in wishing-well-washing-machine,
or in a decorative shelf-piece.
Why is there always one in some
ornament on a shelf?
I'm glad of the times you hide in my jean pocket,
under the rubber mat on the center console,
or cower in quiet corner of floor mats,
after I've filled up my vehicle with momentary spasm
causing the tiniest of overages.
Save me.
In the checkout line,
I give...
881 reads
12 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Jul 2011 8:57pm
20th Jul 2011 8:57pm
Train of Thought
For Jack's "Triolet" challenge.
As hills roll by aboard the train
I think of you with deep regret
joyous smiling my lips do feign
As hills roll by aboard the train
wind mocks lone church's weather vane
empty silence when last we met
As hills roll by aboard the train
I think of you with deep regret
Triolet by DB (07/20/2011)
As hills roll by aboard the train
I think of you with deep regret
joyous smiling my lips do feign
As hills roll by aboard the train
wind mocks lone church's weather vane
empty silence when last we met
As hills roll by aboard the train
I think of you with deep regret
Triolet by DB (07/20/2011)
#regret
#triolet
870 reads
7 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Jul 2011 7:25pm
19th Jul 2011 7:25pm
Stillness
small
sack
steeps
green leaves
stewing
steam spirals
from glazed ceramic
steeping
still...
By DB (07/19/2011)
sack
steeps
green leaves
stewing
steam spirals
from glazed ceramic
steeping
still...
By DB (07/19/2011)
712 reads
8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Jul 2011 5:30pm
15th Jul 2011 5:30pm
Poems About Clouds
Fluffy, cotton balls rolling by aimlessly.
The Chaise Lounges of gods and
trampolines of naughty sky spirits.
inanimate, yet immortal,
they speak to watchers in found, familiar shapes.
The age-old story of the sun-side sky.
Dank, vaguely translucent droplets colliding in quiet chaos.
Virtually weightless cradles no weight and
no rebound, just earth bound for the weighted.
They dissipate in forceful collapse
with no thoughtful intent or utterance.
The book, long been written but always worth rereading.
By DB...
The Chaise Lounges of gods and
trampolines of naughty sky spirits.
inanimate, yet immortal,
they speak to watchers in found, familiar shapes.
The age-old story of the sun-side sky.
Dank, vaguely translucent droplets colliding in quiet chaos.
Virtually weightless cradles no weight and
no rebound, just earth bound for the weighted.
They dissipate in forceful collapse
with no thoughtful intent or utterance.
The book, long been written but always worth rereading.
By DB...
669 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Jul 2011 9:20pm
14th Jul 2011 9:20pm
One in a Million
A grain of sand,
unique among the seemingly infinite,
but lost all the same
found among others
gold, brown, white and black,
but each neighboring speck no more significant than the prior
insignificant, at the mercy
of the whipping winds,
to be displaced as they see fit
the grain, at rest, is home
but solitude takes no interest in sharing feelings,
one particle among millions
a grain of sand,
no more, no less.
It merely is.
By DB (07/14/2011)
unique among the seemingly infinite,
but lost all the same
found among others
gold, brown, white and black,
but each neighboring speck no more significant than the prior
insignificant, at the mercy
of the whipping winds,
to be displaced as they see fit
the grain, at rest, is home
but solitude takes no interest in sharing feelings,
one particle among millions
a grain of sand,
no more, no less.
It merely is.
By DB (07/14/2011)
688 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Jul 2011 8:55pm
12th Jul 2011 8:55pm
Behind the Curtain
For anandosen's "Raught-Caught" challenge
You charm the light
with every click.
You own the catwalk
with every step.
You steal eyes
with every glance,
but it is a deserted glance
from behind the curtain.
Your world is dirty, and not Hefner dirty,
but stained with shoe prints:
of step-stool giants with scarves and stripes,
who look over you and down at you
when it suits the season,
and high-heel indentations,
not quite sharp enough to pierce the skin
but leave behind small scars just the same. ...
You charm the light
with every click.
You own the catwalk
with every step.
You steal eyes
with every glance,
but it is a deserted glance
from behind the curtain.
Your world is dirty, and not Hefner dirty,
but stained with shoe prints:
of step-stool giants with scarves and stripes,
who look over you and down at you
when it suits the season,
and high-heel indentations,
not quite sharp enough to pierce the skin
but leave behind small scars just the same. ...
957 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Jul 2011 7:53pm
10th Jul 2011 7:53pm
LOL on the Text Line
For Violet's "I want Cliche'... A Terrible Challenge" challenge
FML!!!
sup babe?
dat bitch callie
wat she done?
startin roomerz
bout u?
nah, bout ur mom. yeah bout me!!
wat she say?
i fcked Luke Chambers in the locka room
its true tho!
i know but i dont want ppl thinkin ima slut
ur my slut tho
Lukey, ur such a jerk sumtimes. lol <3
FML!!!
sup babe?
dat bitch callie
wat she done?
startin roomerz
bout u?
nah, bout ur mom. yeah bout me!!
wat she say?
i fcked Luke Chambers in the locka room
its true tho!
i know but i dont want ppl thinkin ima slut
ur my slut tho
Lukey, ur such a jerk sumtimes. lol <3
966 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
5th Jul 2011 4:21pm
5th Jul 2011 4:21pm
Dead Line
Bowie and Mercury sang it best;
pushing down on me
red-tape-express ride
through paper mountains
all downhill from here.
Bring on the Clone Army.
I'll type, while myself dictates,
faster than a Japanese bullet.
All aboard!
Slow motion train-wreck captivates all,
except scurrying rat-riders.
Tickets please!
pushing down on me,
under pressure.
By DB (07/05/2011)
For LunaObscura's "The Great Decline" challenge.
pushing down on me
red-tape-express ride
through paper mountains
all downhill from here.
Bring on the Clone Army.
I'll type, while myself dictates,
faster than a Japanese bullet.
All aboard!
Slow motion train-wreck captivates all,
except scurrying rat-riders.
Tickets please!
pushing down on me,
under pressure.
By DB (07/05/2011)
For LunaObscura's "The Great Decline" challenge.
808 reads
10 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Jul 2011 3:50pm
5th Jul 2011 3:50pm
The Tale of the Young Apprentice
Grandpa
head rests on hand
eyes glancing this way and
that, as he surveys the chess board.
Thinking.
Grandpa
taught him to play.
A boy of about six
too many pieces on the board
poor boy.
Grandpa
died and the boy
wept. He played on and still.
He has a son, there will be no
checkmate.
Cinquains By DB (09/08/2006)
head rests on hand
eyes glancing this way and
that, as he surveys the chess board.
Thinking.
Grandpa
taught him to play.
A boy of about six
too many pieces on the board
poor boy.
Grandpa
died and the boy
wept. He played on and still.
He has a son, there will be no
checkmate.
Cinquains By DB (09/08/2006)
684 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Jun 2011 7:29pm
30th Jun 2011 7:29pm
Quit While You're Ahead
When your arrogance
has more passport stamps than you do,
you know it's time to quit.
When your ego
has its own shadow, casting over
those you look, frown, upon,
It's time to call it a day.
If humility, all disheveled
walked up to you in the Subway and
asked for some change,
merely enough for a cup of Joe,
would you have any to spare?
If the selfless, visibly anxious
tapped you on the shoulder
and asked you for directions,
to the nearest place of worship.
Would you proclaim them
your followers, and continue on...
has more passport stamps than you do,
you know it's time to quit.
When your ego
has its own shadow, casting over
those you look, frown, upon,
It's time to call it a day.
If humility, all disheveled
walked up to you in the Subway and
asked for some change,
merely enough for a cup of Joe,
would you have any to spare?
If the selfless, visibly anxious
tapped you on the shoulder
and asked you for directions,
to the nearest place of worship.
Would you proclaim them
your followers, and continue on...
1095 reads
12 Comments
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