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.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th May 2018 3:30pm
26th May 2018 3:30pm
...autumn-seasons...
What comes to us
... is what we call.
It is that time of year
...when all creatures, great and small,
aware that winter follows fall...
grow restless... and in frantic haste,
seek...
to complete.
... is what we call.
It is that time of year
...when all creatures, great and small,
aware that winter follows fall...
grow restless... and in frantic haste,
seek...
to complete.
#fall
#nature
#LifeCycle
637 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th May 2018 8:44pm
25th May 2018 8:44pm
Once more... with feeling.
An insult goes unrecognized...
...to whom do you award the prize?
...to whom do you award the prize?
#conflict
#learning
#confusion
500 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th May 2018 8:42pm
25th May 2018 8:42pm
Silver Thread
Above a silver thread they soar
To twist and turn on ebon wings...
A dance to greet the pearly dawn...
Performed by wild
and graceful things.
To twist and turn on ebon wings...
A dance to greet the pearly dawn...
Performed by wild
and graceful things.
#dreams
#nature
#LifeCycle #freedom
#LifeCycle #freedom
955 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th May 2018 1:02am
25th May 2018 1:02am
life/desire
We go
through life...
finding out
...what we don't want...
through life...
finding out
...what we don't want...
#motivational
#learning
481 reads
7 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
25th May 2018 00:15am
25th May 2018 00:15am
Cowboy-C.U. Next Tuesday
First thing in the morning,
'cause you got to pee,
you roll over in bed...
and without by-your-leave,
you reach out and grab me.
Put me on... like a sock!
I was deep in a dream
and it comes as a shock... to know...
you were down hanging out with the guys...
recounting our lives...
and describing our sex life in vivid detail...which later you claim ...
'cause you got to pee,
you roll over in bed...
and without by-your-leave,
you reach out and grab me.
Put me on... like a sock!
I was deep in a dream
and it comes as a shock... to know...
you were down hanging out with the guys...
recounting our lives...
and describing our sex life in vivid detail...which later you claim ...
#men
#sex
#bullying
#respect
#disappointment
569 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
24th May 2018 2:07pm
24th May 2018 2:07pm
Words...
They are my magic & cannot be
explained away
as they themselves... explain myself.
explained away
as they themselves... explain myself.
#myself
#PowerOfWords
#art
527 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd May 2018 11:00pm
23rd May 2018 11:00pm
Dear John...Mistakenly Named After Sir John Harrington... Circa 1596
WC? Dunny? Jack? John? Crapper?
Toilet? Lavatory? Loo?
Ain't no lack of terms to choose from...
if shitter just won't do.
The fault lies back in history when the "inhouse" was invented
The name that stuck in the USA
was of a man who didn't... invent it.
So thank you, John... ('Tis true, I see)
just how aptly named ye be...
and if one must...
e-vac-u-ate?
why you are just
(done properly)
the truly perfect place
to be...
Toilet? Lavatory? Loo?
Ain't no lack of terms to choose from...
if shitter just won't do.
The fault lies back in history when the "inhouse" was invented
The name that stuck in the USA
was of a man who didn't... invent it.
So thank you, John... ('Tis true, I see)
just how aptly named ye be...
and if one must...
e-vac-u-ate?
why you are just
(done properly)
the truly perfect place
to be...
#satirical
#frustration
#anger
525 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd May 2018 10:34pm
23rd May 2018 10:34pm
Some Things
Some things we know
we know.
and yet refuse
to know
until we will.
Some things...
I cannot tell you
to know what you will not...
for in time... you will know,
... as I did...
that you cannot go back. Ely
we know.
and yet refuse
to know
until we will.
Some things...
I cannot tell you
to know what you will not...
for in time... you will know,
... as I did...
that you cannot go back. Ely
#SelfReflection
#acceptance
516 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd May 2018 4:34pm
22nd May 2018 4:34pm
Sun Spots
The Sun feels good
upon my back.
It warms the chill away.
But should I venture
out at noon...
the Sunshine beating
down in June
will quickly turn my
tender hide to
chicharrones on the side.
Now, Mother swore that all my spots
were Angel kisses... not the pox...
That I was blessed with Camouflage
to hide the zits... conceal the flaws...
and hide a million sins, they say.
They've pride of place both night and day.
Mine show up best, though, late at night...
They...
upon my back.
It warms the chill away.
But should I venture
out at noon...
the Sunshine beating
down in June
will quickly turn my
tender hide to
chicharrones on the side.
Now, Mother swore that all my spots
were Angel kisses... not the pox...
That I was blessed with Camouflage
to hide the zits... conceal the flaws...
and hide a million sins, they say.
They've pride of place both night and day.
Mine show up best, though, late at night...
They...
#sun
#nature
#myself
533 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st May 2018 4:06am
21st May 2018 4:06am
Bon Apetít ...Limerick
A bistro in old New Orleans...
was well-known for its rice and red beans.
The patrons cut farts
well known in these parts
for blowing the seats off their jeans.
was well-known for its rice and red beans.
The patrons cut farts
well known in these parts
for blowing the seats off their jeans.
#food
#funny
#limerick
582 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st May 2018 1:10am
21st May 2018 1:10am
So Many Words
Well... ain't that just the beauty of the English Language?
There are so many words... and so many ways to use them, that it is possible to communicate with an extraordinary degree of eloquence.
Unfortunately... nowadays... and in spite of our technology... or maybe because of it... a great many of us English speakers have limited experience with the extent of the available vocabulary and cannot conceive of more than one way
to express an idea.
Focus narrows...
Tunnel-vision...
We grow deaf to the voices of others... and dumb.
There are so many words... and so many ways to use them, that it is possible to communicate with an extraordinary degree of eloquence.
Unfortunately... nowadays... and in spite of our technology... or maybe because of it... a great many of us English speakers have limited experience with the extent of the available vocabulary and cannot conceive of more than one way
to express an idea.
Focus narrows...
Tunnel-vision...
We grow deaf to the voices of others... and dumb.
#technology
#PowerOfWords
551 reads
7 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by Ely (E.A.Rothwell)
