Submissions by Ely (E.A.Rothwell)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
If I could explain, I would have... but then I would not need to write the poem... art happens... sometimes it comes easy, often not. I can't explain.
"Heavy on the scene"
Going to a concert at the old Straight Theatre...one night back in '66…
The guys in the band were friends of mine...and I was on the list…
I got to the guard who was on the gate …he checked his board for my name.
It's not here he said...and looked once more...the girl at his side did the same.
Maybe it's listed with someone else said the young lady...as they looked once more...
But my name wasn't there…'twas abundantly clear...and the chick was becoming...inured
She looked hard at the guard and said...sotto voce..."Ray,...
The guys in the band were friends of mine...and I was on the list…
I got to the guard who was on the gate …he checked his board for my name.
It's not here he said...and looked once more...the girl at his side did the same.
Maybe it's listed with someone else said the young lady...as they looked once more...
But my name wasn't there…'twas abundantly clear...and the chick was becoming...inured
She looked hard at the guard and said...sotto voce..."Ray,...
#historical
#nonfiction
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4 Comments
All brothers be...
We are all brothers
slave or free...
for I can see…
myself in thee.
With that responsibility...
my brother's keeper I must be.
slave or free...
for I can see…
myself in thee.
With that responsibility...
my brother's keeper I must be.
#love
#kindness
#brother
352 reads
3 Comments
Our police are running rampant...
Our police are running rampant..
over rights sworn to uphold.
Every nut case in the nation
is rushing to unfold…
the latest lethal weapon
It's an 'orror to behold.
And who do we thank for getting us...
into this frightful mess?
Why, it's obese orange Cheeto-man clothed in fancy dress.
over rights sworn to uphold.
Every nut case in the nation
is rushing to unfold…
the latest lethal weapon
It's an 'orror to behold.
And who do we thank for getting us...
into this frightful mess?
Why, it's obese orange Cheeto-man clothed in fancy dress.
#corruption
#politics
#greed #hypocrisy
#greed #hypocrisy
341 reads
4 Comments
Coffee cure
Nothing will cure a kid of drinking coffee...like drinking coffee...
#childhood
#coffee
#senryu
502 reads
7 Comments
So soon I forget
So soon I forget
what I went to go get..
when I forgot
where I could find it...not...
...again...
what I went to go get..
when I forgot
where I could find it...not...
...again...
#memories
#WritingPoetry
#aging
290 reads
4 Comments
Rude Limerick
We're stuck with a POTUS named Trump.
who decided he needed to dump
by the side of the road he
proceeds to unload the
monstrous full moons of his rump...
who decided he needed to dump
by the side of the road he
proceeds to unload the
monstrous full moons of his rump...
#politics
#limerick
321 reads
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Monkey see...monkey do
I had me a dream the other night
I was gonna eat Trump's brain...
but when I opened up his skull...
by flipping back his hair
...there…
were nothing there...
I was gonna eat Trump's brain...
but when I opened up his skull...
by flipping back his hair
...there…
were nothing there...
#dreams
#philosophical
269 reads
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Honky White Trash Kitty-cat
I was sitting in my easy chair
my feet upon the pouf…
heels resting on a cushion…
'twas the best beneath this roof
Deep into a mystery
I was buried in the book…when
round the corner Honky came
he had that cat-crazed look...
He galloped through the dining room and pelted down the hall...by the time he reached the living room
speed had him in it's thrall...
Here is where... I red my book... as Honk came round the corner
headed for the cushion...on the pouf
next to my feet…
Yon cat leapt up into the air ...
my feet upon the pouf…
heels resting on a cushion…
'twas the best beneath this roof
Deep into a mystery
I was buried in the book…when
round the corner Honky came
he had that cat-crazed look...
He galloped through the dining room and pelted down the hall...by the time he reached the living room
speed had him in it's thrall...
Here is where... I red my book... as Honk came round the corner
headed for the cushion...on the pouf
next to my feet…
Yon cat leapt up into the air ...
#cats
#animals
#nature #funny
#nature #funny
416 reads
2 Comments
I want my reality back...
Damnit...I want my reality back...
tired of Trump's cock and bull tales...
Coated in chocolate bullshit, they are...
no matter...it still tastes like what it is...
excretory material pumped out by our nether regions.
tired of Trump's cock and bull tales...
Coated in chocolate bullshit, they are...
no matter...it still tastes like what it is...
excretory material pumped out by our nether regions.
#LifeStruggles
#disappointment
325 reads
4 Comments
New Normal
I'm not liking this new normal…
not one bit...
I was just now coming to grips with this...getting old...
shit...is for the birds.
not one bit...
I was just now coming to grips with this...getting old...
shit...is for the birds.
#aging
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All about focus
It's all about focus...a matter of where and how much...what we look at and what we can see…
What we transmit to paper…
between you and me.
We are the ones...who make the choice…
where to bring focus... where to raise voice.
What we transmit to paper…
between you and me.
We are the ones...who make the choice…
where to bring focus... where to raise voice.
#WritingPoetry
#philosophical
#choices
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The child chooses..
Sure...the child gets to choose…
but you choose his choices...
That's the way we do it...so...
Late one Saturday morning
a lady stopped by my studio...with her little boy…
She said to her four year old son…
Hey Johnny, wanna have your portrait done?
I cringed...cause I knew what was coming.
Well...as you might expect... Johnny said…"No!"...
Having exhausted her quiver with that one arrow… the lady was lost.for words.
So...I quickly signaled her over ...that...
we might have a chat…
...
but you choose his choices...
That's the way we do it...so...
Late one Saturday morning
a lady stopped by my studio...with her little boy…
She said to her four year old son…
Hey Johnny, wanna have your portrait done?
I cringed...cause I knew what was coming.
Well...as you might expect... Johnny said…"No!"...
Having exhausted her quiver with that one arrow… the lady was lost.for words.
So...I quickly signaled her over ...that...
we might have a chat…
...
#mother
#conflict
#art #son
#art #son
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