Submissions by Gahddess_Worship (Osomajestuoso)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Writing poetry is the catalyst in my quest for authenticity and the conduit through which I express my deepest thoughts and emotions.
SELF POEM
Published
14th Sep 2024 3:24pm
14th Sep 2024 3:24pm
Senryu - Ponder 11
A poser perhaps
striving to be the real deal
long journey to self
striving to be the real deal
long journey to self
#hope
#inspirational
#love #respect
#love #respect
77 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2024 7:08pm
23rd Aug 2024 7:08pm
Senryu - Ponder 10
Write erotica?
dare I when it's been so long
sweet, sultry moments
Free downloaded image from Pexels (I modified for that impressionistic look.
dare I when it's been so long
sweet, sultry moments
Free downloaded image from Pexels (I modified for that impressionistic look.
#erotic
#happiness
#loneliness
#love
#sex
124 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Aug 2024 1:51pm
21st Aug 2024 1:51pm
Will It Come To This?
Compelled by latest technology
this poet sees the necessity
to label each piece of my poetry
as “Certified AI Free”
or, for the sake of brevity
CAIF one can easily say
or quizas CIAL
(Say-E-Ah-L)
if I take advantage
of writing in my
favorite foreign language.
I want the reader to know that it's only me.
whom for my verse
should be venerated
better said, appreciated
okay, just tolerated
frankly I'd settle for read
Soon each poet
will have to invent
their own, custom language
until...
this poet sees the necessity
to label each piece of my poetry
as “Certified AI Free”
or, for the sake of brevity
CAIF one can easily say
or quizas CIAL
(Say-E-Ah-L)
if I take advantage
of writing in my
favorite foreign language.
I want the reader to know that it's only me.
whom for my verse
should be venerated
better said, appreciated
okay, just tolerated
frankly I'd settle for read
Soon each poet
will have to invent
their own, custom language
until...
#funny
#PopCulture
#scifi #technology
#scifi #technology
73 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Aug 2024 9:13am
21st Aug 2024 9:13am
If All Goes To Plan
If my life span's at least eighty-three years,
I've seven-thousand, nine-hundred and two
days to laugh, smile, sing, and shed tears
and as many rebirths
for with each Sunrise
a new life is given
a fresh privilege to prove
that I'm perfecting
this grand thing we call living.
I've seven-thousand, nine-hundred and two
days to laugh, smile, sing, and shed tears
and as many rebirths
for with each Sunrise
a new life is given
a fresh privilege to prove
that I'm perfecting
this grand thing we call living.
#happiness
#hope
#LifeCycle #LifeGoals
#LifeCycle #LifeGoals
97 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
19th Aug 2024 9:31pm
19th Aug 2024 9:31pm
Chaos In The C-Suite
This organization must turn around
before we’re summarily run aground
the CEO, the top of the heap
the steward over all aspects
of our once thriving business
is now become our Chief of Excess
Our day-to day operations head
is by impetuousness misled
now considered Chief of Obfuscation
sugarcoating our true corporate condition
blinding the other executives from seeing
our actual, abysmal state of well being
And they who, ostensibly,
maintain our fiscal solvency
are now ordained Chief of Fun
cavalierly...
before we’re summarily run aground
the CEO, the top of the heap
the steward over all aspects
of our once thriving business
is now become our Chief of Excess
Our day-to day operations head
is by impetuousness misled
now considered Chief of Obfuscation
sugarcoating our true corporate condition
blinding the other executives from seeing
our actual, abysmal state of well being
And they who, ostensibly,
maintain our fiscal solvency
are now ordained Chief of Fun
cavalierly...
#aging
#depression
#funny
#LifeStruggles
#SelfReflection
68 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
28th Jul 2024 4:45am
28th Jul 2024 4:45am
Senryu - Haz Lo
Sad to say they died
doing what they didn't love
each moment precious
doing what they didn't love
each moment precious
#dreams
#love
#peace
#risk
#SelfDiscovery
88 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st May 2024 5:06am
1st May 2024 5:06am
Poetry Emulsion
Begin cooking,
on low heat,
The subject, concept, theme, or
fantasy stock.
Prepare and immerse
the grade ‘A’ nouns into the pot
Dice verb veggies.
Julienne starchy root metaphors.
Thinly slice similes
Slowly add them
into the simmering mixture.
Peruse your herb garden
cutting sprigs
of fragrant, colorful adverbs and adjectives
to give all components more flavor.
Season with
the salt of rhythm
Spice with expletives or invectives if you must, but sparingly
not to make the dish too...
on low heat,
The subject, concept, theme, or
fantasy stock.
Prepare and immerse
the grade ‘A’ nouns into the pot
Dice verb veggies.
Julienne starchy root metaphors.
Thinly slice similes
Slowly add them
into the simmering mixture.
Peruse your herb garden
cutting sprigs
of fragrant, colorful adverbs and adjectives
to give all components more flavor.
Season with
the salt of rhythm
Spice with expletives or invectives if you must, but sparingly
not to make the dish too...
#happiness
#love
#obsession #WritingPoetry
#obsession #WritingPoetry
157 reads
12 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
30th Apr 2024 4:48am
30th Apr 2024 4:48am
Cold Comfort-Third Scoop
#childhood
#job
#memories #NaPoWriMo2024
#memories #NaPoWriMo2024
56 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
29th Apr 2024 5:15am
29th Apr 2024 5:15am
Cold Comfort-Second Scoop
The role of an icecream scooper
is not a gig that's easy.
Especially on hot Summer nights
when the store
is super busy.
Customers uttering
dog day's mumbles,
lined up out the door
just to pick a number.
Believe me
icecream is like
scooping granite
when straight
from the walk-in freezer
and we could have used
a stick of dynamite
if someone
ordered Daiquiri Ice.
To prepare milkshakes
we'd slide the steel collar
into a paper cup
and mount it on the blender. ...
is not a gig that's easy.
Especially on hot Summer nights
when the store
is super busy.
Customers uttering
dog day's mumbles,
lined up out the door
just to pick a number.
Believe me
icecream is like
scooping granite
when straight
from the walk-in freezer
and we could have used
a stick of dynamite
if someone
ordered Daiquiri Ice.
To prepare milkshakes
we'd slide the steel collar
into a paper cup
and mount it on the blender. ...
#childhood
#food
#job
#memories
#NaPoWriMo2024
105 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
29th Apr 2024 2:27am
29th Apr 2024 2:27am
Cold Comfort-First Scoop
Yeah, I did my time
on the ice cream scooper line.
On my first day
the most senior server said,
“we'll call him Buffalo Bob.”
supposing the reference
was to the Howdy Doody host
and not to my corpulence.
I was told that
one would likely lose
their affection
for the creamy confection.
Not so in my case.
To this very day
Ice cream ranks
second or third place
in my dessert predilection.
My favorites
an orange sherbert, vanilla
milkshake,
chocolate chip
on a...
on the ice cream scooper line.
On my first day
the most senior server said,
“we'll call him Buffalo Bob.”
supposing the reference
was to the Howdy Doody host
and not to my corpulence.
I was told that
one would likely lose
their affection
for the creamy confection.
Not so in my case.
To this very day
Ice cream ranks
second or third place
in my dessert predilection.
My favorites
an orange sherbert, vanilla
milkshake,
chocolate chip
on a...
#childhood
#food
#love
#memories
#NaPoWriMo2024
88 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
27th Apr 2024 1:06am
27th Apr 2024 1:06am
Nyctophobia
When an impressionable child
darkness I could not abide
Every night when out went the light
petrified I lay in bed
Feeling so vulnerable, so isolated,
Left alone, with no protector
for they were fast asleep
or gone to heaven.
My only safe haven,
an impervious blanket fortress.
When overcome by fear
of creeping, crawling, slithering things;
the gnarly monster hands
reaching up from under the bed
my skinny neck to wring
I would frantically dive
deep under the covers.
Where, yes, it was darker still ...
darkness I could not abide
Every night when out went the light
petrified I lay in bed
Feeling so vulnerable, so isolated,
Left alone, with no protector
for they were fast asleep
or gone to heaven.
My only safe haven,
an impervious blanket fortress.
When overcome by fear
of creeping, crawling, slithering things;
the gnarly monster hands
reaching up from under the bed
my skinny neck to wring
I would frantically dive
deep under the covers.
Where, yes, it was darker still ...
#anxiety
#fear
#NaPoWriMo2024
#night
#peace
104 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Apr 2024 00:25am
26th Apr 2024 00:25am
Mata Furry
On a Spring day,
five years ago,
I heard a loud knocking at my front door.
Approaching to answer,
I heard a faint scratching.
First checking the peep hole,
I saw not a soul.
Then the bell rang.
Carefully, with trepidation,
I opened to see
a pure white bunny staring up at me.
Irresistibly adorable I let the little guy in.
Barely crossing our threshold,
the creature hopped
to our den
as if on a mission.
I said, “well aren't you bold” and...
five years ago,
I heard a loud knocking at my front door.
Approaching to answer,
I heard a faint scratching.
First checking the peep hole,
I saw not a soul.
Then the bell rang.
Carefully, with trepidation,
I opened to see
a pure white bunny staring up at me.
Irresistibly adorable I let the little guy in.
Barely crossing our threshold,
the creature hopped
to our den
as if on a mission.
I said, “well aren't you bold” and...
#animals
#funny
#mystery
#NaPoWriMo2024
#nature
135 reads
2 Comments
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