Submissions by Jordan (D.O.C.)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Primary Interests -- Brain, Reason, Facts, Truths, Wisdom, Ethics, Preventionism, Efilism, Antinatalism
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Nov 2023 5:03pm
25th Nov 2023 5:03pm
Yea Big
So few of us divine the length and width of joy unbound
inside the plastic swimming pool in which no child yet drowned.
inside the plastic swimming pool in which no child yet drowned.
#TruthOfLife
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Nov 2023 8:22pm
23rd Nov 2023 8:22pm
Remains
A magpie pinched the remembrance of roses
of trellis
and nightingales the bed forsook.
of trellis
and nightingales the bed forsook.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Nov 2023 6:40pm
15th Nov 2023 6:40pm
The Soul-Crushing Cosmos
"No rational intelligence rants against reality."
-- the poet a non-romanticist
*
From simple things, all complex things evolve,
the simplest things the quantum dust in space,
the force and matter bits which soundly solve
the genesis of us, the human race --
the "you" and "me" reduced comprising naught,
save space and tiny quantum building blocks,
the atoms, chemicals, and cellules wrought
by evolution's process orthodox --
the undirected flux without a brain,
and thus without...
-- the poet a non-romanticist
*
From simple things, all complex things evolve,
the simplest things the quantum dust in space,
the force and matter bits which soundly solve
the genesis of us, the human race --
the "you" and "me" reduced comprising naught,
save space and tiny quantum building blocks,
the atoms, chemicals, and cellules wrought
by evolution's process orthodox --
the undirected flux without a brain,
and thus without...
#TruthOfLife
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Nov 2023 5:27pm
12th Nov 2023 5:27pm
On the Final Curtain Call
My skills in reason having come of age,
should I prefer to exit from the stage,
I wish to bow out quick sans any pain --
assisted by a pill and world humane.
*
#TruthOfLife
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Nov 2023 4:20pm
11th Nov 2023 4:20pm
Native Soiled
"How is it most cultures are generally alike?"
-- the culture of a Rational Ethics,
the sole exception to the rule
*
How could a humpbacked shaggy-haired wild ox
disdain to be among the Native stocks
to offer up its innards, skin, and flesh,
all making wholesome Native snacks sliced fresh?
How could the creature balk or hem and haw
on being asked to give its organs raw
to nuke in secs a healthy Native treat,
like but a bit of minced neat's tongue or teat?
How could the brute let out a hue and cry ...
-- the culture of a Rational Ethics,
the sole exception to the rule
*
How could a humpbacked shaggy-haired wild ox
disdain to be among the Native stocks
to offer up its innards, skin, and flesh,
all making wholesome Native snacks sliced fresh?
How could the creature balk or hem and haw
on being asked to give its organs raw
to nuke in secs a healthy Native treat,
like but a bit of minced neat's tongue or teat?
How could the brute let out a hue and cry ...
#TruthOfLife
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Nov 2023 9:56pm
9th Nov 2023 9:56pm
The Definitive Divinatory Celebration of Nuts
Each Samhain Eve beneath the harvest moon,
the eerie turnip lanterns being lit,
in circles round the dark frondescence strewn,
we village folk ignite the sacred pit;
Then as the songs to tongs suffuse the skies
to banish evil spirits into night,
I hurry near the bonefire in disguise
my nuts to lay upon an ember bright;
"Yours Truly" scrawled across the bigger nut,
"Brad Pitt" in letters teeny on the small,
its skin tone, like the age spot on Brad's butt,
pea green, as seen in Legends...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Nov 2023 8:45pm
8th Nov 2023 8:45pm
One Picture Is Worth Two Six-Line Stanzas in Iambic Pentameter
or
Carl, Edgar, Robert, and Oscar -- The Boys in Her Shadow
*
Upon a dark and dreary windswept night,
my evil shadow self, Edwina Hyde,
desiring hard to get a wee bit tight,
against my wishes took me for a ride,
till speeding through a changing yellow light,
she stopped at Starbucks on the wilder side.
Then ordered she a coffee large sans cream
to go with my small bagel toasted plain,
and in what seemed a dream within a dream,
we gorged on sin at each new Starbucks chain --
while...
Carl, Edgar, Robert, and Oscar -- The Boys in Her Shadow
*
Upon a dark and dreary windswept night,
my evil shadow self, Edwina Hyde,
desiring hard to get a wee bit tight,
against my wishes took me for a ride,
till speeding through a changing yellow light,
she stopped at Starbucks on the wilder side.
Then ordered she a coffee large sans cream
to go with my small bagel toasted plain,
and in what seemed a dream within a dream,
we gorged on sin at each new Starbucks chain --
while...
#TruthOfLife
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Nov 2023 11:19pm
5th Nov 2023 11:19pm
Hell's Potty
or
The Sundry Usages of Heaven's Bean Pot
*
On scarfing beans in heaven's bean pot hosts of fat cherubic tots
got naught but nausea fraught with farts plus fiendish cases of the trots . . .
*
Warning
Successive to lectin causing all hell to break loose, be sure to thoroughly scour
heaven's bean pot.
The Sundry Usages of Heaven's Bean Pot
*
On scarfing beans in heaven's bean pot hosts of fat cherubic tots
got naught but nausea fraught with farts plus fiendish cases of the trots . . .
*
Warning
Successive to lectin causing all hell to break loose, be sure to thoroughly scour
heaven's bean pot.
#TruthOfLife
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Nov 2023 8:34pm
4th Nov 2023 8:34pm
When the Spirit Moves Me
A Sonnet of Love to Animal Magnetism
*
The beaver is the beast that I prefer,
though some suspect my choice a little queer,
still I adore its lustrous shiny fur,
as well as its resolve to persevere;
it holds its talents rare in high esteem,
it grinds sans interruption day and night,
it knows to work together as a team,
and best of all it has a goal in sight;
quite vocal it communicates with sounds,
each grunt and bark and moan uniquely cute,
while oft we grunt and bark and moan in rounds,
if I should get...
*
The beaver is the beast that I prefer,
though some suspect my choice a little queer,
still I adore its lustrous shiny fur,
as well as its resolve to persevere;
it holds its talents rare in high esteem,
it grinds sans interruption day and night,
it knows to work together as a team,
and best of all it has a goal in sight;
quite vocal it communicates with sounds,
each grunt and bark and moan uniquely cute,
while oft we grunt and bark and moan in rounds,
if I should get...
#TruthOfLife
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Nov 2023 4:57pm
2nd Nov 2023 4:57pm
Bundles of Joy in the Bag
So few of us enjoy the little hidden joys of life --
like being not bagged baby parts of Middle-Eastern strife.
*
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
31st Oct 2023 7:31pm
31st Oct 2023 7:31pm
Freedom Lost and Found --
Epitaph
*
I found my goodness when I lived unfree;
I found my freedom when they buried me.
*
*
I found my goodness when I lived unfree;
I found my freedom when they buried me.
*
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
31st Oct 2023 6:38pm
31st Oct 2023 6:38pm
On Samhain --
The Absence of His Presence
*
Upon the autumn twilight o'er the fen
along the silent pond in grave repose
resound the scolds of each keen winter wren
while purple-loosestrifes frostbit waste in woes --
as yet a gaze enframed by pearl-laced snow
within a silver pool of brittle glass
reveals a cailín essences ago
ere forty springtides lone brief came to pass --
and round the eyes slow withered noonlit skin,
the damask of the cheek soft fading died,
a grimace fixed and wry cold-blooded grin
the golden time and brilliant...
*
Upon the autumn twilight o'er the fen
along the silent pond in grave repose
resound the scolds of each keen winter wren
while purple-loosestrifes frostbit waste in woes --
as yet a gaze enframed by pearl-laced snow
within a silver pool of brittle glass
reveals a cailín essences ago
ere forty springtides lone brief came to pass --
and round the eyes slow withered noonlit skin,
the damask of the cheek soft fading died,
a grimace fixed and wry cold-blooded grin
the golden time and brilliant...
#TruthOfLife
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