Submissions by EleazarSwan
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Trajan and the Last Days of Rome
Trajan built on Roman roads
And gave a secret to the world
A testament to new ideals
And watched an empire unfurl
Aye, and burn; with passion and art
For ever heart and soul in Rome knew well
That ghouls and men share this in part:
They know the roads that lead to hell
And Trajan’s Forum was the last,
And so the last has come to bear;
A harvester to reap, at last,
What grows beneath the leaves so faire
The day is coming, and now has come
When all who, in their graves, will hear
That grace hath not...
And gave a secret to the world
A testament to new ideals
And watched an empire unfurl
Aye, and burn; with passion and art
For ever heart and soul in Rome knew well
That ghouls and men share this in part:
They know the roads that lead to hell
And Trajan’s Forum was the last,
And so the last has come to bear;
A harvester to reap, at last,
What grows beneath the leaves so faire
The day is coming, and now has come
When all who, in their graves, will hear
That grace hath not...
#metaphor
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Razboiul Ukraini
By years end, the war will end
And the small Russian will say “we did it”
And those in this country will blame the sunset
The orange boss from the land of oranges
But it is another ruse
Another means to sew resentment and hatred
Another means to sew division and suspicion
Yet it will remain true
Let those who earnestly seek after Truth
Know the body politik will once again never ratify
Those things which help everyone
Purely because experts say so
And the small Russian will say “we did it”
And those in this country will blame the sunset
The orange boss from the land of oranges
But it is another ruse
Another means to sew resentment and hatred
Another means to sew division and suspicion
Yet it will remain true
Let those who earnestly seek after Truth
Know the body politik will once again never ratify
Those things which help everyone
Purely because experts say so
#responsibility
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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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[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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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DU Poetry : Submissions by EleazarSwan