Submissions by JohnnyBlaze
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
has left the building
[ X-Mas 2021 ] The reclamation of miser Ablewordzy Scrounge
It's December 24th
once again; I've yet to
find any words flowing
naturally from this pen
as if a migrating throng
of birds flocking with purpose
destination in mind
Instead, mocking me
knocking at the door?
A host of ghostly Jacob Marley
carolers informing that there's
more work to be done on this tale
and that so much daylight
has been wasted
How miserably unkind!
"It's all HUMBUG!" I wail
through the frosted foyer window
"I am too old and beyond hope!
Go, and redeem...
once again; I've yet to
find any words flowing
naturally from this pen
as if a migrating throng
of birds flocking with purpose
destination in mind
Instead, mocking me
knocking at the door?
A host of ghostly Jacob Marley
carolers informing that there's
more work to be done on this tale
and that so much daylight
has been wasted
How miserably unkind!
"It's all HUMBUG!" I wail
through the frosted foyer window
"I am too old and beyond hope!
Go, and redeem...
#Christmas
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
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[ On Poetry ] The reason why I can't get into your poetry
is not by any architectural design
of mine or other out-of-towners
curious about your self service cafes
and dramatic threatrical stagings
but rather its Mayor's withholding
of the Key to Centri City
Tis an uninviting metropolis
populated with You-you-you
attractions erected upon
a Me-me-me theme
offering nothing
bold, exciting, new
for the average visitor . . .
Truth is, we've been there
done...
of mine or other out-of-towners
curious about your self service cafes
and dramatic threatrical stagings
but rather its Mayor's withholding
of the Key to Centri City
Tis an uninviting metropolis
populated with You-you-you
attractions erected upon
a Me-me-me theme
offering nothing
bold, exciting, new
for the average visitor . . .
Truth is, we've been there
done...
#WritingPoetry
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[ Minimal Isms ] Word Misers
As if volcanic offerings af'fording little lava
despite climate changed Winters featuring
few if any fluffy f l a k e s now these dayings . . .
what joy to the world is there when
cheapskate Scrooges with minimalistic sayings
cling to their dreadful penny weighings
despite climate changed Winters featuring
few if any fluffy f l a k e s now these dayings . . .
what joy to the world is there when
cheapskate Scrooges with minimalistic sayings
cling to their dreadful penny weighings
#winter
#fire
#WritingPoetry #minimalist
#WritingPoetry #minimalist
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[ Short Shorts ] Because they said so
When you insist that everything
a person puts to paper is poetry
I am left with little choice
but to take you at your words
a person puts to paper is poetry
I am left with little choice
but to take you at your words
#WritingPoetry
#minimalist
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[ On Creativity ] Meteoracle
I came into this world
bearing gifts, blazing trails;
a comet lighting up the night
sky writing and thawing out
still life drawing; streaking
in the speaking of my truth
but often in slow burns, frustrated
Regardless of how fraught
with talent and knowledge we are
obstacles are self taught
slowing us down
causing for difficult-to-break
sound barriers
bearing gifts, blazing trails;
a comet lighting up the night
sky writing and thawing out
still life drawing; streaking
in the speaking of my truth
but often in slow burns, frustrated
Regardless of how fraught
with talent and knowledge we are
obstacles are self taught
slowing us down
causing for difficult-to-break
sound barriers
#art
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[ On Poetry ] Being writers
or writer beings, I suppose
haunting and passing through
with their poetries n prose
ghosts aren't any body then
remaining after they die
novice to expert or even
medium, same as you and I
when performing our readings
haunting and passing through
with their poetries n prose
ghosts aren't any body then
remaining after they die
novice to expert or even
medium, same as you and I
when performing our readings
#death
#ghosts
#LifeAsAWriter #WritingPoetry
#LifeAsAWriter #WritingPoetry
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[ On Poetry ] A poetry critiquer is
a creature of habit
dedicated
! not to be confused with a critic
a different critter altogether
altogether not there in the head !
with a duty civic;
a teacher by example
( often long winded at that
spelling it all out on a chalkboard )
patiently learning lessons ample
from each student during exam;
the most prominent being
Ego, rarely taking advice
except as an insulting slam
dedicated
! not to be confused with a critic
a different critter altogether
altogether not there in the head !
with a duty civic;
a teacher by example
( often long winded at that
spelling it all out on a chalkboard )
patiently learning lessons ample
from each student during exam;
the most prominent being
Ego, rarely taking advice
except as an insulting slam
#WritingPoetry
#learning
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[ Short Shorts ] Salesman
It's none of my business
if they continue buying
the snake oil you're selling
if they continue buying
the snake oil you're selling
#minimalist
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[ Spiritual ] D I S T R I B U T A R Y
Everything desirable
or deemed necessary
pours from an abundance
often referred to as God
greeting you in the flowing
stream your daily existence is
until convinced otherwise
---there is not enough
food on the table
shelter from the elements
pure oxygen for breathing
time to accomplish goals
money in any pocket
physical health
companionship
purpose to Life
Love to go around
And when this happens
misery is experienced
in all of its glorious
abundance as...
or deemed necessary
pours from an abundance
often referred to as God
greeting you in the flowing
stream your daily existence is
until convinced otherwise
---there is not enough
food on the table
shelter from the elements
pure oxygen for breathing
time to accomplish goals
money in any pocket
physical health
companionship
purpose to Life
Love to go around
And when this happens
misery is experienced
in all of its glorious
abundance as...
#universe
#spiritual
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[ On Poetry ] Jacks and Jills
Speaking for myself
I want to read spills
bursting from the dam
poet, carrying me away
in their sudden displacements
of my Life's current
volume
Don't leave me puddled up
as a fishy flopping around
on the ground gasping
for what fills these gills
---pour your heart
and soul through them
but only if you're hills-
ide's inclined to do so
It's not like
you don't have the time
and anything better
to do with it
unless...
I want to read spills
bursting from the dam
poet, carrying me away
in their sudden displacements
of my Life's current
volume
Don't leave me puddled up
as a fishy flopping around
on the ground gasping
for what fills these gills
---pour your heart
and soul through them
but only if you're hills-
ide's inclined to do so
It's not like
you don't have the time
and anything better
to do with it
unless...
#fish
#WritingPoetry
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[ Spiritual ] Taking the scenic route
Finding your path in Life
often requires leaving all the maps
folded up in the glove compartment
To follow a simple compass heading
is best for you in understanding
North won't be at South's expense
especially for us Roundies
not dwelling on a Flat Earth;
we'll just come full circle
after passing through both
but that is neither East nor West
---the road to Success will manifest
in any direction travelled!
Only the mindset that one's destiny
is to be...
often requires leaving all the maps
folded up in the glove compartment
To follow a simple compass heading
is best for you in understanding
North won't be at South's expense
especially for us Roundies
not dwelling on a Flat Earth;
we'll just come full circle
after passing through both
but that is neither East nor West
---the road to Success will manifest
in any direction travelled!
Only the mindset that one's destiny
is to be...
#courage
#inspirational
#fear
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[ On Poetry ] Reading Railroad
Sometimes watching a train
at a crossing can feel like
impatience and exasperation
had enough time to make a baby
in the backseat as
car
after
car
after
car
goes
by
And sometimes, a poem
is a really long ass train
because the author kept
adding
and
adding
and
adding
cars
at every railyard in America
Yet it's inconvenient spacings...
at a crossing can feel like
impatience and exasperation
had enough time to make a baby
in the backseat as
car
after
car
after
car
goes
by
And sometimes, a poem
is a really long ass train
because the author kept
adding
and
adding
and
adding
cars
at every railyard in America
Yet it's inconvenient spacings...
#WritingPoetry
#trains
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4 Comments
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