Submissions by EleazarSwan
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Aug 2024 8:44pm
29th Aug 2024 8:44pm
Bread & War (Palianytsia)
then they said to him, “Now say ‘Shibboleth;’” and he said “Sibboleth”; for he couldn’t manage to pronounce it correctly, then they seized him and killed him at the fords of the Jordan. At that time, forty-two thousand of Ephraim fell.”
Mankind,
Thou tenants of life, and death and strife;
How I have urged thee, spurned thee to love;
How I kneaded thee to know me
And forget the ways of woe
How often I have looked upon you;
Joined you as messengers in your ways
Until the day my word cries out from your hearts
And grows in...
Mankind,
Thou tenants of life, and death and strife;
How I have urged thee, spurned thee to love;
How I kneaded thee to know me
And forget the ways of woe
How often I have looked upon you;
Joined you as messengers in your ways
Until the day my word cries out from your hearts
And grows in...
#apocalypse
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
26th Aug 2024 7:18am
26th Aug 2024 7:18am
[Villanelle 3] A thought of a thought
V: very well, perchance you fancy one of my riddles
Me: ah, the giggles you slay, thou temptress tame. Name thy riddle and watch me play.
V: a question, dear boy; which father wishes you well?
Me: don’t all fathers wish their sons well?
V: do they? Does the father doctor wish you good health?
Me: surely he does
V: yet the profession of the doctor is ultimately salaried by the blood money of sick people
Me: so the doctor does not wish you health.
V: and the father lawyer, does he wish you success?
Me: surely he does, for he succeeds as society...
Me: ah, the giggles you slay, thou temptress tame. Name thy riddle and watch me play.
V: a question, dear boy; which father wishes you well?
Me: don’t all fathers wish their sons well?
V: do they? Does the father doctor wish you good health?
Me: surely he does
V: yet the profession of the doctor is ultimately salaried by the blood money of sick people
Me: so the doctor does not wish you health.
V: and the father lawyer, does he wish you success?
Me: surely he does, for he succeeds as society...
#villanelle
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Aug 2024 4:41am
5th Aug 2024 4:41am
Inspired
Chaos is the language of the lost
But love is the way that breaks through the frost
The cold, hard stone of man may meet
The brightest light that brings him heat
And from that light which rallies yonder
That makes the hearts of men grow fonder
They think of thee, o name unknown
Which all have seen, and all have known
That sacred: “time and time and half a time”
Are rhymes, rhymes and half a rhyme
But love is the way that breaks through the frost
The cold, hard stone of man may meet
The brightest light that brings him heat
And from that light which rallies yonder
That makes the hearts of men grow fonder
They think of thee, o name unknown
Which all have seen, and all have known
That sacred: “time and time and half a time”
Are rhymes, rhymes and half a rhyme
#rhyming
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
5th Aug 2024 4:34am
5th Aug 2024 4:34am
824228 entry 1
What if you got what you asked for?
Your dreams;
All realized
Oh please,
Pray tell
How will you withstand the torrent?
Your dreams;
All realized
Oh please,
Pray tell
How will you withstand the torrent?
#TruthOfLife
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Jul 2024 3:13pm
26th Jul 2024 3:13pm
A beast
What condemns a poet's piece?
What surrounds that feeble feeling
A golden arm or golden fleece;
Or tragedy that leaves us reeling?
A troubled time, a time so near
And far away from their arrears
A debt is paid, a debt is paid
And strikes as eagles so arrayed
O prey; o pray,
Say not that all will come to ash
For as the dust we all will lay
So too this iron tongue will lash
Dost thou recall the iron smoke,
The terror that surpasses dreams?
A day when every nightmare woke
For hell let loose its fiery...
What surrounds that feeble feeling
A golden arm or golden fleece;
Or tragedy that leaves us reeling?
A troubled time, a time so near
And far away from their arrears
A debt is paid, a debt is paid
And strikes as eagles so arrayed
O prey; o pray,
Say not that all will come to ash
For as the dust we all will lay
So too this iron tongue will lash
Dost thou recall the iron smoke,
The terror that surpasses dreams?
A day when every nightmare woke
For hell let loose its fiery...
#dreams
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
22nd Jul 2024 2:13am
22nd Jul 2024 2:13am
A truly ladylike Villian (with occasional remark)
V: let us speak in riddles
Me: aye, and eyes to see
V: you think me mad, for titles and tittles
Me: and t*ts far from the sea
V: you question my poetry, and call them fictions!
Me: I do, my dear, for these predilections:
Me: “your sophist contempt, for those you don’t know; are hardly a reason to put on a show; your lazy endeavor to seem quite as clever; was ever the lever that made me say NEVER;!
V: you mad crazy man, you ludicrous stooge; you orange idolator, crazy and rude!; no wonder you care for a stranger to you; cause ‘Donald’ means...
Me: aye, and eyes to see
V: you think me mad, for titles and tittles
Me: and t*ts far from the sea
V: you question my poetry, and call them fictions!
Me: I do, my dear, for these predilections:
Me: “your sophist contempt, for those you don’t know; are hardly a reason to put on a show; your lazy endeavor to seem quite as clever; was ever the lever that made me say NEVER;!
V: you mad crazy man, you ludicrous stooge; you orange idolator, crazy and rude!; no wonder you care for a stranger to you; cause ‘Donald’ means...
#villanelle
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Jul 2024 00:23am
21st Jul 2024 00:23am
Future Deep - 2024
I exist in a universe not your own:
Behold the seagulls, behold the crows;
Rows of grain, and field of gain
Feigning their success with the rest;
Besting each other like husband and lover
The secrets uncover like gold to discover
No wonder we smolder
The rain may be older
But boulders break shoulders;
And though earth is older
We children are bolder
And though we may hold her
She beckons her soldiers
No army she bolsters, with pistols in holsters
We sing and we toast her, for boasting we boast her!
...
Behold the seagulls, behold the crows;
Rows of grain, and field of gain
Feigning their success with the rest;
Besting each other like husband and lover
The secrets uncover like gold to discover
No wonder we smolder
The rain may be older
But boulders break shoulders;
And though earth is older
We children are bolder
And though we may hold her
She beckons her soldiers
No army she bolsters, with pistols in holsters
We sing and we toast her, for boasting we boast her!
...
#philosophical
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LOVE POEM
Published
19th Jul 2024 2:59am
19th Jul 2024 2:59am
If Love is what it’s meant to be
My love, thou distant friend:
When all of us is at its end
And nothing grows but words of rhyme
And every sun reverses time
When every moon is clothed in gold
As newer things are counted old
Then, my love, perhaps we’ll see
If love is what it’s meant to be
If love is what it’s meant to be
Then, my love, perhaps we’ll see
As newer things are counted old;
When every moon is clothed in gold
And every sun reverses time
And nothing grows but words of rhyme;
When all of us is at its end
O my love, thou distant friend ...
When all of us is at its end
And nothing grows but words of rhyme
And every sun reverses time
When every moon is clothed in gold
As newer things are counted old
Then, my love, perhaps we’ll see
If love is what it’s meant to be
If love is what it’s meant to be
Then, my love, perhaps we’ll see
As newer things are counted old;
When every moon is clothed in gold
And every sun reverses time
And nothing grows but words of rhyme;
When all of us is at its end
O my love, thou distant friend ...
#friendship
#love
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Jun 2024 4:54am
1st Jun 2024 4:54am
Regarding May & other months
I truly hate this weather
Whether it’s raining or sunny
Honey is produced everyday;
Everyday even without me
Flee from terror, you sacred beast!
Feast not upon petal and flower
But power, in every age and hour
Shower us with your graceful love
Love! What a concept of mind
Grind the wheel stone until you have enough
Rough hands wake the slumbering artists
Large fists rouse the slumbering patrons
Matrons of honor upon your purple petal;
Mettle with me, as you’ll always be
Just a flea
Free to hop...
Whether it’s raining or sunny
Honey is produced everyday;
Everyday even without me
Flee from terror, you sacred beast!
Feast not upon petal and flower
But power, in every age and hour
Shower us with your graceful love
Love! What a concept of mind
Grind the wheel stone until you have enough
Rough hands wake the slumbering artists
Large fists rouse the slumbering patrons
Matrons of honor upon your purple petal;
Mettle with me, as you’ll always be
Just a flea
Free to hop...
#love
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SELF POEM
Published
1st Jun 2024 4:41am
1st Jun 2024 4:41am
5-7-5
A new chapter now arises
Like fires that quench the cold night
Alight as a kingdom rises
Like fires that quench the cold night
Alight as a kingdom rises
#LifeCycle
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SELF POEM
Published
16th Oct 2023 5:15am
16th Oct 2023 5:15am
Tired
Sleep is like my enemy
He allies himself with restlessness
In his wisdom, he abandons me
He has handed me over to exhaustion
Oh sleep, why dost thou evade me?
Why, like a shadow, are you absent
From the light of my life?
Why do you stand aloof from me?
In my anger, I deserted you
In my youth, I despised you
In my pride, I ignored you
Yet now I call to you, and your voice eludes me
Truly I have reaped what I have sowed
He allies himself with restlessness
In his wisdom, he abandons me
He has handed me over to exhaustion
Oh sleep, why dost thou evade me?
Why, like a shadow, are you absent
From the light of my life?
Why do you stand aloof from me?
In my anger, I deserted you
In my youth, I despised you
In my pride, I ignored you
Yet now I call to you, and your voice eludes me
Truly I have reaped what I have sowed
#sleep
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Oct 2023 5:58pm
9th Oct 2023 5:58pm
The Son Sets on His Home
Maranatha, with my whole heart, Maranatha”
Come and see, the devastation given me;
Blood and oil, deep in the soil
The air reeks of hatred
Come and see, the prayers that are given me
“Let them perish, o let them perish”
“Save us, o mighty salvation, save us”
The air reeks of prayers
Come and see, the rocks who run and flee
“To the mountains! To the desert!
There will our safety be”
But you, Judea, have not seen safety
For it is a swallow, a pelican in the wilderness;
Nowhere to be found
Nowhere to...
Come and see, the devastation given me;
Blood and oil, deep in the soil
The air reeks of hatred
Come and see, the prayers that are given me
“Let them perish, o let them perish”
“Save us, o mighty salvation, save us”
The air reeks of prayers
Come and see, the rocks who run and flee
“To the mountains! To the desert!
There will our safety be”
But you, Judea, have not seen safety
For it is a swallow, a pelican in the wilderness;
Nowhere to be found
Nowhere to...
#war
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