Submissions by DylanThomasPirateM
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm not just fuckin' around, puttin' my feelings to pen; I'm a craftsman.I'm very good, in my humble opinion. With time, feel free, to peruse my whole collection; comments, both good and ill, are always welcome.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Jun 2013 11:56am
24th Jun 2013 11:56am
Pragmatic Damage
It really doesn't matter.
Self preservation, condescension.
anger or spite, you got a better situation.
You gave it some thought, figure you never shoulda let 'em in.
If you turn your back on former lovers or friends,
You're not living in the city of god, but that of man.
See, i've been spit on and kicked by the ones who i've been loved by.
I've tried my best but couldn't pass the tests, so many tears have i cried.
To the crowds, they don't give a shit that i answer honest while the world lies.
There's not a friend in the world i wouldn't shed...
Self preservation, condescension.
anger or spite, you got a better situation.
You gave it some thought, figure you never shoulda let 'em in.
If you turn your back on former lovers or friends,
You're not living in the city of god, but that of man.
See, i've been spit on and kicked by the ones who i've been loved by.
I've tried my best but couldn't pass the tests, so many tears have i cried.
To the crowds, they don't give a shit that i answer honest while the world lies.
There's not a friend in the world i wouldn't shed...
788 reads
8 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
20th Jun 2013 9:21am
20th Jun 2013 9:21am
The Sermons of A Deacon Named Chesterfield Rambo III, episode 1
WICKED RANT #77: SEA BISCUITS AND WATER
Recently, upon discussing childhoods, a friend asked "Did you know you were poor? Were you hungry?"
yeah, i picked up we poor pretty quick. yeah, i was hungry. we ate rice and beans with ketchup a lot of the time. we'd walk across town with a shopping cart on the first and load up with welfare food: powdered milk, govn't cheese(which a lot of people who've never seen it reference in jokes), jello. one christmas eve, my mom was in jail, my dad was i don't know where, the electricity was shut off, and we were made cream cheese...
Recently, upon discussing childhoods, a friend asked "Did you know you were poor? Were you hungry?"
yeah, i picked up we poor pretty quick. yeah, i was hungry. we ate rice and beans with ketchup a lot of the time. we'd walk across town with a shopping cart on the first and load up with welfare food: powdered milk, govn't cheese(which a lot of people who've never seen it reference in jokes), jello. one christmas eve, my mom was in jail, my dad was i don't know where, the electricity was shut off, and we were made cream cheese...
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LOVE POEM
Published
18th Jun 2013 9:31am
18th Jun 2013 9:31am
She Warbles When She Flies
Tonight, i'm dressed in shadows, again
These weightless stalkers from then
I dance alone with the same song
Chords from the past to last the night long
The same song i've cried to a thousand times
And try my best to pretend
I may keep dry eyes through the end
I loved her, i love her still
Insult, i don't mean, but
I don't believe you know what i mean
I love her the exact same
I think her name and my heart is clean
And then the truth
A torrent of pain, that i may never again
Beck the call of my whippoorwill
It's the same...
These weightless stalkers from then
I dance alone with the same song
Chords from the past to last the night long
The same song i've cried to a thousand times
And try my best to pretend
I may keep dry eyes through the end
I loved her, i love her still
Insult, i don't mean, but
I don't believe you know what i mean
I love her the exact same
I think her name and my heart is clean
And then the truth
A torrent of pain, that i may never again
Beck the call of my whippoorwill
It's the same...
758 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Jun 2013 1:29pm
9th Jun 2013 1:29pm
MONKEY AND BIRD
Monkey and Bird were the best of friends. When the sun shined, Monkey would stroll the alleys and backways of the jungle with Bird on his head; small Bird's red feathers like a cherry atop a Dutch chocolate cupcake. When the rains came, Monkey would tuck Bird under his arm, in the most gentle of ways; Bird's little red head poking out like the tongue of a Vaudevillian's blackface; giving the whole jungle a raspberry. For cover, Monkey would scale their favorite banana tree, and find dry safety and a break from the wind under its broadest leaf. Monkey would think of fire, that most mystical of...
686 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Jun 2013 10:48pm
7th Jun 2013 10:48pm
Not Much More Than a Thorn in Your Side
Not Much More Than a Thorn in Your Side
Self proclaimed happy people
Such prideful people
You think it's in you
You'll show more pride
Than the most courageous vet
Whose stormed the tide of Normandy
You'll say you've always been that way
You don't know why
You've always looked on the brighter side
You get to be happy
Do you understand
You get to be happy
It's out of your hands
Those mountains you feel
You've hurdled through life
Not much more
Than bumps in the sand
Lifted by lives
Of...
Self proclaimed happy people
Such prideful people
You think it's in you
You'll show more pride
Than the most courageous vet
Whose stormed the tide of Normandy
You'll say you've always been that way
You don't know why
You've always looked on the brighter side
You get to be happy
Do you understand
You get to be happy
It's out of your hands
Those mountains you feel
You've hurdled through life
Not much more
Than bumps in the sand
Lifted by lives
Of...
580 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Jun 2013 8:55pm
5th Jun 2013 8:55pm
THE BALLAD OF THE MISGUIDED CANADIAN
What?
You've pissed me off now
Now shut the fuck up
Now go on and suck
My west african sized
Caucasoid cock
You dozy
Moronic
Canadian
Cunt.
Keep it up
I'll hop on a plane
And switch up your luck
I'll run your head through
The next window pane
And slice up your neck
Til all the blood's drained
Every drop
Til all of your syrup
Runs down the drain
Then palming your skull
Dickhead severed from limbs
I'll pull out your tongue
And make you lick it all up
You done fucked up now
By silencing...
You've pissed me off now
Now shut the fuck up
Now go on and suck
My west african sized
Caucasoid cock
You dozy
Moronic
Canadian
Cunt.
Keep it up
I'll hop on a plane
And switch up your luck
I'll run your head through
The next window pane
And slice up your neck
Til all the blood's drained
Every drop
Til all of your syrup
Runs down the drain
Then palming your skull
Dickhead severed from limbs
I'll pull out your tongue
And make you lick it all up
You done fucked up now
By silencing...
648 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Jun 2013 9:13am
5th Jun 2013 9:13am
Mightn't've
If I'd been a cowboy, it might've ended well.
Somewhere on the ramble, I'm sure I'd have to sell
My guns along the highway. My coins to the table
To make a gambler's double, I'd double debts to pay.
Prob'ly shrink and slink away.
It mightn't've ended well.
What If I'd been a sailor? I think it might've ended well.
From August to May,
For a searat of man drifting through eternal blue,
Aboard the finest Debris.
I might've called the shanties.
From daybreak to storm's set, lines stay taught,
Over rhythm unbroken.
But, oh, there's a...
Somewhere on the ramble, I'm sure I'd have to sell
My guns along the highway. My coins to the table
To make a gambler's double, I'd double debts to pay.
Prob'ly shrink and slink away.
It mightn't've ended well.
What If I'd been a sailor? I think it might've ended well.
From August to May,
For a searat of man drifting through eternal blue,
Aboard the finest Debris.
I might've called the shanties.
From daybreak to storm's set, lines stay taught,
Over rhythm unbroken.
But, oh, there's a...
698 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Jun 2013 9:01am
5th Jun 2013 9:01am
A Pirate Boy and a Siren Girl
Did you know?
When the rains fall and the winds blow,
When the skies cascade and the leaves swirl
Echos slow
And soft, but true
Water colors green and blue,
A story of both past and new,
'Tween a pirate boy and a siren girl.
The air and sea were one.
All was dark and frightful.
The clouds crackled golden vulcan and icy mist was every breath and a constant Creaking from bow to stern whispered of a sailor's death and Neptune's final nightfall.
How he wished to be home again,
A cigar, some gin, a favorite friend,...
When the rains fall and the winds blow,
When the skies cascade and the leaves swirl
Echos slow
And soft, but true
Water colors green and blue,
A story of both past and new,
'Tween a pirate boy and a siren girl.
The air and sea were one.
All was dark and frightful.
The clouds crackled golden vulcan and icy mist was every breath and a constant Creaking from bow to stern whispered of a sailor's death and Neptune's final nightfall.
How he wished to be home again,
A cigar, some gin, a favorite friend,...
687 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Jun 2013 8:14pm
3rd Jun 2013 8:14pm
All's I'm Sayin' Is
Your flourishes
They make you you
But oh
They get you in trouble too
I'm not saying
It isn't true
A spade is a spade
A jew's a jew
But most don't want to hear that shit
They just don't see the humor in it
I don't know
Maybe how they were raised
Drank weak milk
From their mama's tit
It's not that you say
What they're not thinking
Especially when
We've all been drinking
It's just that there are
These standards and norms
Unless your comments
Take an acceptable form ...
They make you you
But oh
They get you in trouble too
I'm not saying
It isn't true
A spade is a spade
A jew's a jew
But most don't want to hear that shit
They just don't see the humor in it
I don't know
Maybe how they were raised
Drank weak milk
From their mama's tit
It's not that you say
What they're not thinking
Especially when
We've all been drinking
It's just that there are
These standards and norms
Unless your comments
Take an acceptable form ...
766 reads
9 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th May 2013 4:35am
14th May 2013 4:35am
AISLE 1, SEAT 7
Come ye
Come all, all who can
Come celebrate the life
Of a most incorrigible man
Commemorate the strife
Bystand the curtain call
Unencumbered by child or wife
Buy your ticket for the fall
For all's led to this moment
But this moment leads nowhere at all
And all the moments before
Amount to nothing at all
Come see
Come quick, all who care
Come witness the mighty machine
In this state of disrepair
A spectacal to be seen
No doubt you'll stop and stare
If only for a moment
At his muscles weak and lean...
Come all, all who can
Come celebrate the life
Of a most incorrigible man
Commemorate the strife
Bystand the curtain call
Unencumbered by child or wife
Buy your ticket for the fall
For all's led to this moment
But this moment leads nowhere at all
And all the moments before
Amount to nothing at all
Come see
Come quick, all who care
Come witness the mighty machine
In this state of disrepair
A spectacal to be seen
No doubt you'll stop and stare
If only for a moment
At his muscles weak and lean...
877 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th May 2013 11:33pm
6th May 2013 11:33pm
PALS
He was one of the sweetest men
And sharp as a razor
A smart man lives in a dumb world
Sometimes it can be unbearable
This erosion of faith in humanity
Every now and then you meet someone
who impresses
Who can pluck the truth
And tie it to other truths
And connect concepts
Like love and sorrow and penguins
And remind you of yourself
He was a writer
I was a writer
We'd trade fictitious realities
Dark absurdities and silly abnormalities
Always with a grin
Finding the humor and beauty
The funny and beautiful parts
Of a...
And sharp as a razor
A smart man lives in a dumb world
Sometimes it can be unbearable
This erosion of faith in humanity
Every now and then you meet someone
who impresses
Who can pluck the truth
And tie it to other truths
And connect concepts
Like love and sorrow and penguins
And remind you of yourself
He was a writer
I was a writer
We'd trade fictitious realities
Dark absurdities and silly abnormalities
Always with a grin
Finding the humor and beauty
The funny and beautiful parts
Of a...
724 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Apr 2013 9:02am
21st Apr 2013 9:02am
Hunter S Thompson Liked Cocaine
Hunter S Thompson liked cocaine
He liked it very much
He also fancied orange juice
But
Not nearly as much as cocaine
Cursed worded men who see the truth
Cry to the world in vain
They'll curse the world until they're
Blue
And then they'll curse their brain
Sometimes then
This brain
Held dear
So frighteningly clear as their's and true
Might be frightened from the pitch
As a coward from the slain
Hunter S Thompson liked his brain
But the world he could do without
So he'd do coke, weed,...
He liked it very much
He also fancied orange juice
But
Not nearly as much as cocaine
Cursed worded men who see the truth
Cry to the world in vain
They'll curse the world until they're
Blue
And then they'll curse their brain
Sometimes then
This brain
Held dear
So frighteningly clear as their's and true
Might be frightened from the pitch
As a coward from the slain
Hunter S Thompson liked his brain
But the world he could do without
So he'd do coke, weed,...
1172 reads
13 Comments
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