Submissions by Intractable
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Apr 2017 9:47am
16th Apr 2017 9:47am
Advice to Myself About Teaching
Burnout comes from too much complaining, when you put in too much of yourself and the resulting
cascade comes because you want too much to create calm but try too hard. The result is
drama from sweating the small stuff too much and therein comes discouragement. But
evidence shows that most students still want to become more than they are.
Few are fully formed, but most keep coming back, maybe because you are
granted the right every day to make a difference. Right now you are about
halfway to retirement and still
inspired! But the
January of your...
cascade comes because you want too much to create calm but try too hard. The result is
drama from sweating the small stuff too much and therein comes discouragement. But
evidence shows that most students still want to become more than they are.
Few are fully formed, but most keep coming back, maybe because you are
granted the right every day to make a difference. Right now you are about
halfway to retirement and still
inspired! But the
January of your...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Feb 2017 3:59pm
13th Feb 2017 3:59pm
Rayblaster SciFi Anthem
Porchswing freezeray glimmer… stop!
You’ll hold there for assessment while the postmodern world halts.
Blue bap red yellow smash wham pow!
The masses will scatter as the sky falls now.
Rural tirades about everything but the blaster,
The trigger squeeze to discharge now comes much faster.
The truth is faster speed is really all we need,
While we sit on the chamber pot of material greed.
Science fiction action heroes swim in Hollywood lights,
While destitute throngs writhe in their lonely blight.
This is not an argument that...
You’ll hold there for assessment while the postmodern world halts.
Blue bap red yellow smash wham pow!
The masses will scatter as the sky falls now.
Rural tirades about everything but the blaster,
The trigger squeeze to discharge now comes much faster.
The truth is faster speed is really all we need,
While we sit on the chamber pot of material greed.
Science fiction action heroes swim in Hollywood lights,
While destitute throngs writhe in their lonely blight.
This is not an argument that...
#Fanfiction
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Feb 2017 2:26pm
12th Feb 2017 2:26pm
The Man Store
The saws and drills and siding for men are unloaded by men from trucks built by men and driven by men. Thingmakers produce carbon copies, Schlage silver keys numerous as the manclones who spawn from Chevy and Ford (Chevy and Ford, Chevy and Ford), obese waddles through extra wide lane lines, a destiny of weekend convergence.
Homeowner pride reaps concrete rationalization, women and children not allowed unless the bestowed blessing of not asking questions is dealt like a card.
Shouldn’t there be a sign for that too? Mutters someone…
“All going to plan” means a loss of...
Homeowner pride reaps concrete rationalization, women and children not allowed unless the bestowed blessing of not asking questions is dealt like a card.
Shouldn’t there be a sign for that too? Mutters someone…
“All going to plan” means a loss of...
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DARK POEM
Published
12th Feb 2017 2:24pm
12th Feb 2017 2:24pm
Mark Twain Destroys Earth in 2017
Mark Twain Destroys Earth in 2017
Part 1: Prelude
Charging around parkways and interstates he comes through sunset lemongrass wheat,
A rural spitfire of hayseed patois tumbles through barn door slats and floorboards.
He is vibrant and accelerated! He flies, grifts, and dances, but enough with the homespun reflection! He storms and rises and the sky fills like a bag.
I stumble below with eardrum pressure under a grandiose corncob connection. He takes the sky and puts me back into me, pulls me into place. My eyes, my face with him injected inside, ...
Part 1: Prelude
Charging around parkways and interstates he comes through sunset lemongrass wheat,
A rural spitfire of hayseed patois tumbles through barn door slats and floorboards.
He is vibrant and accelerated! He flies, grifts, and dances, but enough with the homespun reflection! He storms and rises and the sky fills like a bag.
I stumble below with eardrum pressure under a grandiose corncob connection. He takes the sky and puts me back into me, pulls me into place. My eyes, my face with him injected inside, ...
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