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.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Apr 2022 5:47am
14th Apr 2022 5:47am
Up Sell - Part 3
Diphthong, please,
don’t encourage further purchases.
We’ve already spent
twenty thousand Orwell’s
and sixty five Verne’s
Thank you for your services.
But you’re unsympathetic to our
Financial concerns.
I beg to differ
Saving you money
Has been top of my mind
The entire time
my dogged sales perseverance
Is magnanimous not phony
An Installation of this kind
is not covered by insurance.
That said
I have one final offer
A vision, hearing upgrade.
Perfect sighted eyes ...
don’t encourage further purchases.
We’ve already spent
twenty thousand Orwell’s
and sixty five Verne’s
Thank you for your services.
But you’re unsympathetic to our
Financial concerns.
I beg to differ
Saving you money
Has been top of my mind
The entire time
my dogged sales perseverance
Is magnanimous not phony
An Installation of this kind
is not covered by insurance.
That said
I have one final offer
A vision, hearing upgrade.
Perfect sighted eyes ...
#funny
#humankind
#scifi
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3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
9th Apr 2022 5:48am
9th Apr 2022 5:48am
Perpetual Pugilist - Second Fight
In spite of cacophony
from humanity packed arena
loneliness pervading
completely lost without my trainer
promoter, trying to fill the void,
provided a replacement
one, though in my corner stood
made clear, as in the ashen fable,
they preferred fighters from their stable
constantly disparaging
memory of his former coach
betting against him every round
destroying confidence with reproach
shaking head as blows resound
persuading me to take a dive
If I wanted to survive.
promoter meekly looking on ...
from humanity packed arena
loneliness pervading
completely lost without my trainer
promoter, trying to fill the void,
provided a replacement
one, though in my corner stood
made clear, as in the ashen fable,
they preferred fighters from their stable
constantly disparaging
memory of his former coach
betting against him every round
destroying confidence with reproach
shaking head as blows resound
persuading me to take a dive
If I wanted to survive.
promoter meekly looking on ...
#depression
#childhood
#family
#betrayal
#LifeStruggles
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SELF POEM
Published
8th Apr 2022 4:11am
8th Apr 2022 4:11am
Perpetual Pugilist - First Fight
Bell sounds
debut bout commences
shoot from the corner
palooka arms flailing
no instinct for attack
unschooled in defenses
opponent observing
foe’s naivete
pulls punches, backpedals
engages young rival
in peekaboo play
Maturing, more tempered
with each subsequent round
opponent intensifies blows
memorizing moves
by patient coach taught
survival instinct
wisely nurtured, grows
now counters and fends off
more punches than not
Preparing for seventh round
tragedy strikes
when...
debut bout commences
shoot from the corner
palooka arms flailing
no instinct for attack
unschooled in defenses
opponent observing
foe’s naivete
pulls punches, backpedals
engages young rival
in peekaboo play
Maturing, more tempered
with each subsequent round
opponent intensifies blows
memorizing moves
by patient coach taught
survival instinct
wisely nurtured, grows
now counters and fends off
more punches than not
Preparing for seventh round
tragedy strikes
when...
#love
#LifeStruggles
#memories #LifeCycle
#memories #LifeCycle
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1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Apr 2022 4:00am
8th Apr 2022 4:00am
The Show Must Go On - Part 3
Illicit tube confiscated
TV’s back panel
by keyed-lock secured
Sisters obsessed
with romance banal
by Dad’s new measures
could not be deterred
Asked again
to aid their defiance
My role in their plan,
Second story man
The key to their bliss
Was in parent’s bedroom locked
Along with english tea and taffy cookies
With cat-like dexterity
I climbed on the roof,
scampered across wood shingles
to mom and dad’s window
Hidden behind tall elm tree
screen removed,
window pane slid open
The...
TV’s back panel
by keyed-lock secured
Sisters obsessed
with romance banal
by Dad’s new measures
could not be deterred
Asked again
to aid their defiance
My role in their plan,
Second story man
The key to their bliss
Was in parent’s bedroom locked
Along with english tea and taffy cookies
With cat-like dexterity
I climbed on the roof,
scampered across wood shingles
to mom and dad’s window
Hidden behind tall elm tree
screen removed,
window pane slid open
The...
#family
#funny
#memories
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3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Apr 2022 5:16am
6th Apr 2022 5:16am
Trapped
You claim to be stuck
In a 1950’s marriage.
That’s how your feeling
I’ve no wish to disparage.
However, I just don’t understand.
Were you made to dress
In long, pleated, skirts
with Betty Crocker coiffure?
fold my laundry, iron my shirts
Keep the household spic and span?
In twenty nine Falls, Winters,
Springs, and Summers,
I have requested
nary one load of my laundry be washed
or for one single wrinkle be smoothed.
No line of separation ever drawn
between what is man and what is woman’s work.
Your freedom...
In a 1950’s marriage.
That’s how your feeling
I’ve no wish to disparage.
However, I just don’t understand.
Were you made to dress
In long, pleated, skirts
with Betty Crocker coiffure?
fold my laundry, iron my shirts
Keep the household spic and span?
In twenty nine Falls, Winters,
Springs, and Summers,
I have requested
nary one load of my laundry be washed
or for one single wrinkle be smoothed.
No line of separation ever drawn
between what is man and what is woman’s work.
Your freedom...
#sadness
#family
#LifeStruggles #LifeChangingMoment
#LifeStruggles #LifeChangingMoment
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Apr 2022 4:53am
5th Apr 2022 4:53am
The Show Must Go On - Part 2
Home for lunch
father checks
TV’s temperature.
“Who’s been watching?
The box is warm”
Risking, at the very least,
stern, impassioned lecture
I plead guilty
to the cord swapping caper.
Instead of penalty
or vitriolic scorn,
thinking my solution clever
father smiled, with laughter shook
The TV blocking game’s afoot.
Removing an integral vacuum tube,
was papa’s next move.
Underestimating television fanatics.
close study of the schematic,
glued to the back of the set,
revealed...
father checks
TV’s temperature.
“Who’s been watching?
The box is warm”
Risking, at the very least,
stern, impassioned lecture
I plead guilty
to the cord swapping caper.
Instead of penalty
or vitriolic scorn,
thinking my solution clever
father smiled, with laughter shook
The TV blocking game’s afoot.
Removing an integral vacuum tube,
was papa’s next move.
Underestimating television fanatics.
close study of the schematic,
glued to the back of the set,
revealed...
#family
#funny
#memories
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2022 6:30am
3rd Apr 2022 6:30am
The Show Must Go On - Part1
Summer mornings,
before leaving for work,
Dad removed the TV's power cord.
At the time, we though
what a jerk!
What do we do if we’re bored?
Four sisters driven
by soap opera addiction
agitated the house
with sad protestation.
Desperate to calm
estrogenic roil,
discovered unique
power solution.
cord from blender
plugged in TV supplied
power to view
peace to render.
Personally, soap’s watching
was the opposite of fun.
Except when goddess Laura
graced the screen
long hair,...
before leaving for work,
Dad removed the TV's power cord.
At the time, we though
what a jerk!
What do we do if we’re bored?
Four sisters driven
by soap opera addiction
agitated the house
with sad protestation.
Desperate to calm
estrogenic roil,
discovered unique
power solution.
cord from blender
plugged in TV supplied
power to view
peace to render.
Personally, soap’s watching
was the opposite of fun.
Except when goddess Laura
graced the screen
long hair,...
#family
#funny
#memories
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4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2022 4:50am
3rd Apr 2022 4:50am
Parting
This morning,
before work,
it was over there
I stack-of-bibles swear!
the pillow-top queen
now nowhere is seen
where’s our bed?
you mean my bed?
moved to the new place
So begins the bifurcation
with Solomon-like precision
twenty-nine years
of accumulation
stuff of long forgotten dreams
equitably redistributed
half in place remains
half reassembled
in a smallish bungalow
a quarter mile away
Quick to adopt
new love-language
of amicable dissolution ,
no,...
before work,
it was over there
I stack-of-bibles swear!
the pillow-top queen
now nowhere is seen
where’s our bed?
you mean my bed?
moved to the new place
So begins the bifurcation
with Solomon-like precision
twenty-nine years
of accumulation
stuff of long forgotten dreams
equitably redistributed
half in place remains
half reassembled
in a smallish bungalow
a quarter mile away
Quick to adopt
new love-language
of amicable dissolution ,
no,...
#anxiety
#love
#family
#LifeStruggles
#LifeChangingMoment
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3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Apr 2022 2:54pm
1st Apr 2022 2:54pm
Toast
My day of birth shared,
but not selfsame year,
with old high school friend, Steve
and a Dutch master painter
ignominious in life
after death doth receive
stratospheric revere
Interpreter of flowers
heads turned to face sunlight
redefines perception
of dark, star-studded night
self-portraits haunt in disquietude
stark reflections of his brilliant, troubled mind
mustering resolve of pure heroic kind
to paint his world
in breathtaking colored plentitude
Separated by one hundred ‘n’ ten...
but not selfsame year,
with old high school friend, Steve
and a Dutch master painter
ignominious in life
after death doth receive
stratospheric revere
Interpreter of flowers
heads turned to face sunlight
redefines perception
of dark, star-studded night
self-portraits haunt in disquietude
stark reflections of his brilliant, troubled mind
mustering resolve of pure heroic kind
to paint his world
in breathtaking colored plentitude
Separated by one hundred ‘n’ ten...
#anxiety
#love
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#LifeCycle
531 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
7th Mar 2022 12:08pm
7th Mar 2022 12:08pm
Every Step an Everest
Climbing slowly
out of hell
fist fighting anxiety
wrestling depression
mid consequential addiction's
Irresistible spell
Compassionate friends
able hands extending
no longer reach down to assist
exclaim in frustration
“this one is not changing”
summarily crossed-off life’s list
Enter the hero
by divine spark driven
filled with stuff of deity
power-lifts to safety
exhausted downtrodden
showing true love’s
unwavering loyalty
Who came to rescue,
supernatural power wielding? ...
out of hell
fist fighting anxiety
wrestling depression
mid consequential addiction's
Irresistible spell
Compassionate friends
able hands extending
no longer reach down to assist
exclaim in frustration
“this one is not changing”
summarily crossed-off life’s list
Enter the hero
by divine spark driven
filled with stuff of deity
power-lifts to safety
exhausted downtrodden
showing true love’s
unwavering loyalty
Who came to rescue,
supernatural power wielding? ...
#depression
#courage
#SelfHarm
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
569 reads
10 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2022 6:33pm
2nd Mar 2022 6:33pm
Senryu: Triptych, Myth of Permanence
Endless trails end
firmest of foundations fail
savor each moment
Eternal bonds break
are fornever to abide
memories treasured
Cherished for a time
very much alive we part
how now great spirit?
firmest of foundations fail
savor each moment
Eternal bonds break
are fornever to abide
memories treasured
Cherished for a time
very much alive we part
how now great spirit?
#anxiety
#love
#depression
#breakup
#LifeStruggles
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SELF POEM
Published
16th Feb 2022 5:44pm
16th Feb 2022 5:44pm
Haiku cum Free verse: Impatient Aspiration
Sun rarely touches
sapling mid mighty redwoods
how to grow, impress?
Am I to reach such lofty heights?
Be level with or
above the canopy of greatness?
Perhaps ingest
super hormones
to model the god adjacent
Or mature to unique Adonis
Leverage tailor-made potential
Would that be perceived
as simple complacence?
shall I ever impress
or be ever impressed?
I will be who best I am suited
I guess
Photo by ArtHouse Studio from Pexels
sapling mid mighty redwoods
how to grow, impress?
Am I to reach such lofty heights?
Be level with or
above the canopy of greatness?
Perhaps ingest
super hormones
to model the god adjacent
Or mature to unique Adonis
Leverage tailor-made potential
Would that be perceived
as simple complacence?
shall I ever impress
or be ever impressed?
I will be who best I am suited
I guess
Photo by ArtHouse Studio from Pexels
#identity
#LifeStruggles
#nature
#myself
#LifeCycle
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3 Comments
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