Submissions by Honoria
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Feb 2021 4:57am
24th Feb 2021 4:57am
The Fudgeler
Day in
And day out
He would work with a smirk.
The stain on his chair-
The mess on his desk,
A ruse to amuse
And just plain grotesque.
His work, under siege
Could leave no response.
With no-blesse disoblige
And great nonchalance.
One day I did notice
His head was a’ slack,
His eyes were shut tight
And his chair reclined back.
Even less was his yield,
I approached madly and swore
I heard a loud belch, and then a soft snore.
As I poked him he startled
and like a...
And day out
He would work with a smirk.
The stain on his chair-
The mess on his desk,
A ruse to amuse
And just plain grotesque.
His work, under siege
Could leave no response.
With no-blesse disoblige
And great nonchalance.
One day I did notice
His head was a’ slack,
His eyes were shut tight
And his chair reclined back.
Even less was his yield,
I approached madly and swore
I heard a loud belch, and then a soft snore.
As I poked him he startled
and like a...
#rhyming
#TruthOfLife
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39 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Feb 2021 9:12pm
14th Feb 2021 9:12pm
Poor Man, Or Not
He had a nice life.
Yet wanted a wife.
To share all his ups and his downs.
No luck in the city
he went into the town,
and left only ever wearing a frown.
He searched to the north
and then to the south.
Leaving him, sadly, down in the mouth.
“Poor me” said the man,
“Life can’t be this lonely,
all I want is a woman before I end pronely.”
This time I’ll turn right
instead of the left
I’ll see a fair beauty anon and with heft.
Fair maiden! An angel.
Sparkling and sweet.
At last,...
Yet wanted a wife.
To share all his ups and his downs.
No luck in the city
he went into the town,
and left only ever wearing a frown.
He searched to the north
and then to the south.
Leaving him, sadly, down in the mouth.
“Poor me” said the man,
“Life can’t be this lonely,
all I want is a woman before I end pronely.”
This time I’ll turn right
instead of the left
I’ll see a fair beauty anon and with heft.
Fair maiden! An angel.
Sparkling and sweet.
At last,...
#funny
97 reads
29 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Jan 2021 4:42am
30th Jan 2021 4:42am
Prayer
War!
To end all wars-
Begets more war.
Sounds biblical.
Would it only be true
And the Righteous
On either side of an argument
be LISTENERS
Instead of speakers.
Perhaps then
there might be
No More War.
I wonder
If the rules of the game
Are stacked against
The intelligence of the player?
The claims of the holy- for peace
Are matched in scourge of bloodshed by the indignant.
No light-
Or song of prayer
Will end this blight among people.
...
To end all wars-
Begets more war.
Sounds biblical.
Would it only be true
And the Righteous
On either side of an argument
be LISTENERS
Instead of speakers.
Perhaps then
there might be
No More War.
I wonder
If the rules of the game
Are stacked against
The intelligence of the player?
The claims of the holy- for peace
Are matched in scourge of bloodshed by the indignant.
No light-
Or song of prayer
Will end this blight among people.
...
#war
#StreamOfConsciousness
108 reads
36 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
5th Jan 2021 6:37am
5th Jan 2021 6:37am
El Greco!
Was not the name of this diner.
I don’t recall its name anymore.
It was torn down over twenty years ago.
Strangely-
given its prime real estate locale,
nothing has been built in its place.
What’s left are open space memories by those of us who frequented it in its hey day.
I remember its dark faux paneled walls. The fake Corinthian leather seats that made your thighs sweat in summer. Chipped linoleum table tops always sticky from who knows what.
If the cigarette smell didn’t offend you, the sour smell of drunken...
I don’t recall its name anymore.
It was torn down over twenty years ago.
Strangely-
given its prime real estate locale,
nothing has been built in its place.
What’s left are open space memories by those of us who frequented it in its hey day.
I remember its dark faux paneled walls. The fake Corinthian leather seats that made your thighs sweat in summer. Chipped linoleum table tops always sticky from who knows what.
If the cigarette smell didn’t offend you, the sour smell of drunken...
#friendship
#memories
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36 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2020 3:39am
2nd Dec 2020 3:39am
Senryu Menu II
(K)
Why do we fear things?
In the end it comes around
to what it will be.
(L)
If you had been at
liberty to speak, would you
have said you love me?
(M)
I see a future
devoid of pain and sorrow
T’would I live that long.
(N1)
I’m afraid you’ve seen
me through such dirty lenses.
A shadow of dust-
***
(N2)
I am to the world.
Merely swept into the bin
and lost forever.
(O)
Praying and hoping,
my wish, at last was granted. ...
Why do we fear things?
In the end it comes around
to what it will be.
(L)
If you had been at
liberty to speak, would you
have said you love me?
(M)
I see a future
devoid of pain and sorrow
T’would I live that long.
(N1)
I’m afraid you’ve seen
me through such dirty lenses.
A shadow of dust-
***
(N2)
I am to the world.
Merely swept into the bin
and lost forever.
(O)
Praying and hoping,
my wish, at last was granted. ...
#WritingPoetry
#senryu
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SELF POEM
Published
22nd Nov 2020 5:51pm
22nd Nov 2020 5:51pm
Alas, before you I stand alone
Alas, before you I stand alone,
Amidst no one else to adore;
There is no friend where I am blown,
This lonely abyss, and tuneless shore.
I’ve come to accept myself, aged and sore.
Within the looking glass I appeal once again;
Not by much, but little more
To become yet anew or, perhaps to begin.
Thus resigned to the world, I raise the curtain
Harnessed and trussed attached to my yoke.
What I’ll ne’er share, is with the devil I’d bargain{d};
Simultaneously smiling as I seethe and choke.
...
Amidst no one else to adore;
There is no friend where I am blown,
This lonely abyss, and tuneless shore.
I’ve come to accept myself, aged and sore.
Within the looking glass I appeal once again;
Not by much, but little more
To become yet anew or, perhaps to begin.
Thus resigned to the world, I raise the curtain
Harnessed and trussed attached to my yoke.
What I’ll ne’er share, is with the devil I’d bargain{d};
Simultaneously smiling as I seethe and choke.
...
#SelfWorth
#LordByron
206 reads
31 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
18th Nov 2020 7:50am
18th Nov 2020 7:50am
Dear Diary,
I’m a grown woman with the mental age of a twelve year old tween.
I’ve started reading and writing poetry. Dont ask. I don’t know why? Kind of wish I was better at it. There are a shit ton of people on here who know what they’re doing. I’m not one of them.
I ate my weight in cookies today because I was mad. Super mature decision. I’m sure I’ll throw them up later.
I’m working over time to present the world a nice version of me. Epic. Fail. I want a drink and I wish I smoked. But that’s dumb I’d just end up with a headache and stinky breath....
I’ve started reading and writing poetry. Dont ask. I don’t know why? Kind of wish I was better at it. There are a shit ton of people on here who know what they’re doing. I’m not one of them.
I ate my weight in cookies today because I was mad. Super mature decision. I’m sure I’ll throw them up later.
I’m working over time to present the world a nice version of me. Epic. Fail. I want a drink and I wish I smoked. But that’s dumb I’d just end up with a headache and stinky breath....
#confessional
#honesty
#bittersweet
198 reads
45 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
15th Nov 2020 5:10am
15th Nov 2020 5:10am
Ballerina
Your strength
created by
endless hours
of class
at the barre.
Cruel,
intense,
exacting
to exhibit
delicately
exquisite
technique.
Dizzying
Fouetté,
Piqué
chaîné turns.
Precision
Échappé,
Développé,
Jeté‘s
rehearsed
long past
what the
human body
can tolerably
endure.
Breathless
in beauty
as you hold
arabesque en pointe
defying
gravity.
Orchestra
left,
center
and right ...
created by
endless hours
of class
at the barre.
Cruel,
intense,
exacting
to exhibit
delicately
exquisite
technique.
Dizzying
Fouetté,
Piqué
chaîné turns.
Precision
Échappé,
Développé,
Jeté‘s
rehearsed
long past
what the
human body
can tolerably
endure.
Breathless
in beauty
as you hold
arabesque en pointe
defying
gravity.
Orchestra
left,
center
and right ...
#LifeStruggles
#metaphor
164 reads
35 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
29th Oct 2020 7:24am
29th Oct 2020 7:24am
Fa
I saw him cry
for the first and only time.
His mother’s funeral.
A shocking experience,
filling me with
fear then sadness.
So overwhelmed,
I cried for him.
Not her.
Dad.
for the first and only time.
His mother’s funeral.
A shocking experience,
filling me with
fear then sadness.
So overwhelmed,
I cried for him.
Not her.
Dad.
#father
149 reads
25 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Oct 2020 5:53am
1st Oct 2020 5:53am
Senryu Menu
(A)
Upon reflection
Sadly, it occurs to me
I am no one’s muse.
(B)
It didn’t hurt a bit.
A shot that made people nice.
The prick that cured mean.
(C)
What’s this all about?
I don’t know, can’t you tell me?
Oh god, we’re both lost.
(D)
I need someone who
Will see life as I see it.
Not through a bottle.
(E)
Don’t just read the first
thing you see. Please dig deeper.
I’M in there somewhere.
(F)
Insignificant.
Your comments did make me feel.
I'll...
Upon reflection
Sadly, it occurs to me
I am no one’s muse.
(B)
It didn’t hurt a bit.
A shot that made people nice.
The prick that cured mean.
(C)
What’s this all about?
I don’t know, can’t you tell me?
Oh god, we’re both lost.
(D)
I need someone who
Will see life as I see it.
Not through a bottle.
(E)
Don’t just read the first
thing you see. Please dig deeper.
I’M in there somewhere.
(F)
Insignificant.
Your comments did make me feel.
I'll...
#WritingPoetry
#senryu
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46 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
1st Oct 2020 5:09am
1st Oct 2020 5:09am
Directorial Statement Of Fact
I am
(thoughtful pause)
disenchanted.
With the
notion of fidelity
and allegiance.
Taking a vow,
bending the knee,
blowing bubble kisses
in the air.
(rolling eyes heavenward)
Theatrics! ~~~~~~All of it.
If it isn’t so, then prove it.
(folding arms akimbo)
Put to me
your premise
why some
can maintain
a truth
and promise
while others
can not.
(wagging index finger)
Spare any pontification.
No one can...
(thoughtful pause)
disenchanted.
With the
notion of fidelity
and allegiance.
Taking a vow,
bending the knee,
blowing bubble kisses
in the air.
(rolling eyes heavenward)
Theatrics! ~~~~~~All of it.
If it isn’t so, then prove it.
(folding arms akimbo)
Put to me
your premise
why some
can maintain
a truth
and promise
while others
can not.
(wagging index finger)
Spare any pontification.
No one can...
#lies
#LifeStruggles
#sleep #disappointment
#sleep #disappointment
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20 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2020 3:15am
22nd Sep 2020 3:15am
Suffocation of Marriage
So desperate to please you,
quantity over quality, fearing loss,
sensual in thought but,
more mechanical in reality
the love is still there
where passion is not.
Your spirit’s essence
creates imagined warmth.
For as much as I long for your company,
I’m relieved when we part.
The mental jenga which
wreaks havoc in mind and body,
leaves anguished sentence fragments
when we attempt to reconcile.
What was once unified,
was singularly envisaged
I felt free...
quantity over quality, fearing loss,
sensual in thought but,
more mechanical in reality
the love is still there
where passion is not.
Your spirit’s essence
creates imagined warmth.
For as much as I long for your company,
I’m relieved when we part.
The mental jenga which
wreaks havoc in mind and body,
leaves anguished sentence fragments
when we attempt to reconcile.
What was once unified,
was singularly envisaged
I felt free...
#AliceFulton
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39 Comments
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