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
12th Jan 2013 7:17am
12th Jan 2013 7:17am
The Good Ol' Days
How hard it is to navigate the currents of these days
When most every word sails upon cold, electric waves
No quills to dip, no stamps to press
Christ, even typing is done with our thumbs!
How can true meaning not succumb
In this futuristic haze?
It always was, and not long ago
A man could thrive by his wits and his tongue
Articulation would separate the savvy from dumb
Now, all you need is LOL
'Cuz we all sound the same, be ye prince or ye bum
No love letters written, no sweet songs to be sung
The world's...
When most every word sails upon cold, electric waves
No quills to dip, no stamps to press
Christ, even typing is done with our thumbs!
How can true meaning not succumb
In this futuristic haze?
It always was, and not long ago
A man could thrive by his wits and his tongue
Articulation would separate the savvy from dumb
Now, all you need is LOL
'Cuz we all sound the same, be ye prince or ye bum
No love letters written, no sweet songs to be sung
The world's...
655 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
11th Jan 2013 4:27am
11th Jan 2013 4:27am
As a Rhino
It really was a sight to see,
We ran the loop so gracefully.
My 'mate deserves more praise than me,
The ball flew like an arrow.
And icy rain was all the air
For thirty boys of fitness fair;
For Berkeley's boys with blood to spare
For want of being hero.
But, time was very thin by then.
All hope was drown and sodden when
One last try! we'll rally 'gain!
Through Tongan fury we go!
And with a pass, we had some space.
And with a step, there was a race.
And with a shoulder, he fell in place
And all our side aglow.
...
We ran the loop so gracefully.
My 'mate deserves more praise than me,
The ball flew like an arrow.
And icy rain was all the air
For thirty boys of fitness fair;
For Berkeley's boys with blood to spare
For want of being hero.
But, time was very thin by then.
All hope was drown and sodden when
One last try! we'll rally 'gain!
Through Tongan fury we go!
And with a pass, we had some space.
And with a step, there was a race.
And with a shoulder, he fell in place
And all our side aglow.
...
595 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Jan 2013 4:23am
11th Jan 2013 4:23am
Sun?
Sun?
Uneasy are we.
Yes, blessed shine.
All warmth, all strength, all life.
Father of all life, all divine!
But, how drab, really?
Left to he,
Weary monotony.
Silent, singeing clockwork.
Winds whistle and tickle.
Rain's our blood,
Crisp voice, a comfort all alive.
Relief,
More days trickle.
Snow, portal to another.
All dynamic actors.
Complex,
Sudden, fleeting, intriguing.
Sun, none.
They say
His rays'll
Burn all away one day.
That's ok,
We'll be one.
Moth to flame.
Were I to...
Uneasy are we.
Yes, blessed shine.
All warmth, all strength, all life.
Father of all life, all divine!
But, how drab, really?
Left to he,
Weary monotony.
Silent, singeing clockwork.
Winds whistle and tickle.
Rain's our blood,
Crisp voice, a comfort all alive.
Relief,
More days trickle.
Snow, portal to another.
All dynamic actors.
Complex,
Sudden, fleeting, intriguing.
Sun, none.
They say
His rays'll
Burn all away one day.
That's ok,
We'll be one.
Moth to flame.
Were I to...
661 reads
9 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
8th Jan 2013 6:10pm
8th Jan 2013 6:10pm
Karma
While walking to work this morning, I passed the most beautiful family waiting at a bus stop. The mother was, maybe, 35 years old. Her clothes were inexpensive and modest, but draped her perfectly, showing obvious forethought and pride. Her skin was clean and smooth, interrupted only by a few finely scored creases on her forehead, indicating obvious intelligence. Her eyes were wide and sharp and bright, with the look of obvious kindness.
She had two children with her, a daughter not yet old enough for school, and a boy coming of age, perhaps recently interested in girls. They both had...
She had two children with her, a daughter not yet old enough for school, and a boy coming of age, perhaps recently interested in girls. They both had...
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1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
7th Jan 2013 2:56am
7th Jan 2013 2:56am
Neon Drizzle
Raindrops on the windowsill
Frost rims the pane
Streetlamps drizzle neon
Under Californian rain
Christmas now nearly past
Two thousand twelve will soon be gone
Resolutions offer faith until
Atonements come again
But joy in faith is better still
To the reasoned scowl upon
Those who've failed this year's cast
And refuse to cast again
Redemption reigns and always will
For this year's dusk a new year's dawn
For this year's duck a new year's swan
No sin a Christmas rain can't kill
And rain will fall fast again
-DyMc
Frost rims the pane
Streetlamps drizzle neon
Under Californian rain
Christmas now nearly past
Two thousand twelve will soon be gone
Resolutions offer faith until
Atonements come again
But joy in faith is better still
To the reasoned scowl upon
Those who've failed this year's cast
And refuse to cast again
Redemption reigns and always will
For this year's dusk a new year's dawn
For this year's duck a new year's swan
No sin a Christmas rain can't kill
And rain will fall fast again
-DyMc
663 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
7th Jan 2013 2:49am
7th Jan 2013 2:49am
Autumn's Walk
Not much,
A ragged dirt path
From my grandfather's cabin,
Petering down not much a hill
To a river hosting salmon.
Young i'd skip, her hand in mine
Or chasing fellows as indians.
Giant endless trees, roaring rapids.
Running at 19 with fresh breath and spry limbs;
Each forest's limb familiar,
With ancient favorites
Well suited for a break from the sun.
The river a cool swim.
Slowly walking with stick now,
Not a skip or run.
Yeah,
Has to be counted among my best of friends;
Just the area, this place. ...
A ragged dirt path
From my grandfather's cabin,
Petering down not much a hill
To a river hosting salmon.
Young i'd skip, her hand in mine
Or chasing fellows as indians.
Giant endless trees, roaring rapids.
Running at 19 with fresh breath and spry limbs;
Each forest's limb familiar,
With ancient favorites
Well suited for a break from the sun.
The river a cool swim.
Slowly walking with stick now,
Not a skip or run.
Yeah,
Has to be counted among my best of friends;
Just the area, this place. ...
590 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
6th Jan 2013 6:04pm
6th Jan 2013 6:04pm
Rakes, Part Two
Really think he hears our plead?
^ It's these suits i bought, of the finest tweed!
* A bit on suits, most on weed...
^ Never mind that now!
* So why's the judge wear no pants?
He seems to be a bit undone.
What's with all the incense and chants?
Why's he got a gun?
^ Hush, you fool!
* C'mon, now he's doin' a lil dance!
^ Crazy?
Yes,
But around these parts
He's thought the wisest man that's been.
The streets teem with his sycophants;
He's never bought a gin.
Hold your tongue,
Show respect
Or our asses...
^ It's these suits i bought, of the finest tweed!
* A bit on suits, most on weed...
^ Never mind that now!
* So why's the judge wear no pants?
He seems to be a bit undone.
What's with all the incense and chants?
Why's he got a gun?
^ Hush, you fool!
* C'mon, now he's doin' a lil dance!
^ Crazy?
Yes,
But around these parts
He's thought the wisest man that's been.
The streets teem with his sycophants;
He's never bought a gin.
Hold your tongue,
Show respect
Or our asses...
703 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
6th Jan 2013 5:55pm
6th Jan 2013 5:55pm
Rakes, Part One
And so it was,
Always a question for answer with him;
Always a lesson demanding student,
Eager or not.
* This is how it is?
It's beds and pillows soft?
^ It is and has been;
It will be for you too.
You'll become accustomed,
Enjoy!
These are the finest beds in the house, i was assured.
But not the finest on our ramble, i assure!
* This is a fine bed. the finest in the world, i'm sure.
But, what will i dream of?
^ Even now? the work's been done!
Just... indulge a little, friend. Yes?
The...
Always a question for answer with him;
Always a lesson demanding student,
Eager or not.
* This is how it is?
It's beds and pillows soft?
^ It is and has been;
It will be for you too.
You'll become accustomed,
Enjoy!
These are the finest beds in the house, i was assured.
But not the finest on our ramble, i assure!
* This is a fine bed. the finest in the world, i'm sure.
But, what will i dream of?
^ Even now? the work's been done!
Just... indulge a little, friend. Yes?
The...
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SELF POEM
Published
6th Jan 2013 7:45am
6th Jan 2013 7:45am
Future's Fodder
Damn the days of future's fodder
The riven plans of today and yester'
Know comes too late to bother
Too late for the bloody-handed jester
What good comes from a good tomorrow
When the next day's good is out on borrow?
From broken high, a stolen middle;
A grin belies the patch worked sorrow.
If only, if only, if this or that
If only: the cry of the guilty brat
The truth will shine through darkest times
The truth's been told and wove of crimes
Many children will wake
And pluck flowers with light in their heart
And so kill...
The riven plans of today and yester'
Know comes too late to bother
Too late for the bloody-handed jester
What good comes from a good tomorrow
When the next day's good is out on borrow?
From broken high, a stolen middle;
A grin belies the patch worked sorrow.
If only, if only, if this or that
If only: the cry of the guilty brat
The truth will shine through darkest times
The truth's been told and wove of crimes
Many children will wake
And pluck flowers with light in their heart
And so kill...
603 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Jan 2013 7:37am
6th Jan 2013 7:37am
A Finely Painted Nothing
Dear woman in my view,
You are beautiful.
Your voice is soft, your words are sweet,
Your mind is clear and thoughtful.
Your heart is clean, your eyes are lustful.
You could love me, I could love you
If not for the love I've burned through.
For me and you, it can't be true.
I've heard the voice that cuts through the din
And wildcat roars of the world,
And even the sugared hums,
So that no dread clank could distort the tone,
No joyous sound could exist
And not be immediately counterfeit
In the...
You are beautiful.
Your voice is soft, your words are sweet,
Your mind is clear and thoughtful.
Your heart is clean, your eyes are lustful.
You could love me, I could love you
If not for the love I've burned through.
For me and you, it can't be true.
I've heard the voice that cuts through the din
And wildcat roars of the world,
And even the sugared hums,
So that no dread clank could distort the tone,
No joyous sound could exist
And not be immediately counterfeit
In the...
841 reads
12 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Jan 2013 8:06pm
5th Jan 2013 8:06pm
October's Falling fast This Year
Send now the rain,
Then thunder came and the tower flowered fire.
From showers
Lightning forks descend the clouds to the mire.
And all around the glen,
Winds bend the treetops to the ground.
Willows will lay low and cringe under these sights and sounds.
But by your side
Faith resides and I'll call this storm a liar.
Let it blow and crackle and glow,
We'll stand and never tire.
Redwoods tall in silvers and blacks,
An unflinching, earthly spire.
We'll stand among the swirling leaves,
The blooms and...
Then thunder came and the tower flowered fire.
From showers
Lightning forks descend the clouds to the mire.
And all around the glen,
Winds bend the treetops to the ground.
Willows will lay low and cringe under these sights and sounds.
But by your side
Faith resides and I'll call this storm a liar.
Let it blow and crackle and glow,
We'll stand and never tire.
Redwoods tall in silvers and blacks,
An unflinching, earthly spire.
We'll stand among the swirling leaves,
The blooms and...
618 reads
4 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Jan 2013 7:53pm
5th Jan 2013 7:53pm
The Swedish Penguin
I'm a penguin, ridin' a wave,
From Antarctic to Sweden.
Long time comin'.
When I get there, to Sweden,
Immabe the cutest motherfucker.
And drippin', shakin',
Doin' the fluff the crest thing,
Doin' the puff the breast thing.
And I'll be smilin', 'cause they'll be smilin',
'Cause look at the oddity.
World's never seen a Swedish penguin,
They never seen nothin's rode a wave that far.
World's never seen nothin' come out of water that cold
And shake himself off and be that fuckin' adorable.
You came from ice, and wind,
And...
From Antarctic to Sweden.
Long time comin'.
When I get there, to Sweden,
Immabe the cutest motherfucker.
And drippin', shakin',
Doin' the fluff the crest thing,
Doin' the puff the breast thing.
And I'll be smilin', 'cause they'll be smilin',
'Cause look at the oddity.
World's never seen a Swedish penguin,
They never seen nothin's rode a wave that far.
World's never seen nothin' come out of water that cold
And shake himself off and be that fuckin' adorable.
You came from ice, and wind,
And...
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