Submissions by Kingvirky
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Varying moods create the canvas to which I express myself with words... Words are the vehicle to which I offload my heart's burdens.
Goodbyes are Hard
I will not attempt to sound poetic
But when Joy and grief are the ingridients
Of the main dish
We are left with powerful rhetorics like...
Why create bonds
Why go through it all.
Change is constant so too is the pain.
Far from sight and the heart follows.
In the air, the land, the people
Whenever we leave there is a portion of us
Never to be returned.
Change is constant so too is the pain
Goodbyes are hard,
Far from sight and the heart follows.
How many more times shall we go down this lane
My heart is glad...
But when Joy and grief are the ingridients
Of the main dish
We are left with powerful rhetorics like...
Why create bonds
Why go through it all.
Change is constant so too is the pain.
Far from sight and the heart follows.
In the air, the land, the people
Whenever we leave there is a portion of us
Never to be returned.
Change is constant so too is the pain
Goodbyes are hard,
Far from sight and the heart follows.
How many more times shall we go down this lane
My heart is glad...
#love
#strength
#marriage
#memories
#aging
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Echos through time
I remember how we met,
No fireworks,
No pizazz,
No warning...
But at the crossroads of time
Our moving trains collided
and I fell in love with you.
Was it destiny that I saw you that day?
Billions of choices but it had to be you.
Don't tell me it was luck...
Don't tell me it was planned...
Don't tell me anything.
For as lines cross in this
complex web of stories we call life.
Don't try to explain it.
Echos reverberating through time;
Seed time and harvest,
Action and inaction,
Choices upon...
No fireworks,
No pizazz,
No warning...
But at the crossroads of time
Our moving trains collided
and I fell in love with you.
Was it destiny that I saw you that day?
Billions of choices but it had to be you.
Don't tell me it was luck...
Don't tell me it was planned...
Don't tell me anything.
For as lines cross in this
complex web of stories we call life.
Don't try to explain it.
Echos reverberating through time;
Seed time and harvest,
Action and inaction,
Choices upon...
#love
#universe
#God
#fate
#TruthOfLife
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Waiting for Tomorrow
My ashtray drips with burnt cigars
"The patient dog eats the fattest bone"
But my broken teeth had dampened
The taste for such delicacies.
But I was once young, handsome, passionate.
I was told of a day of prophecy
When things would get better
And we became leaders-
"Leaders of tomorrow".
The teachers and clerics said so,
The government in their speeches and publishings.
Even our parents.
Did they lie?
Yesterday I was young
Today I am old and disillusioned.
Burnt cigars, ashtrays
and grave distaste...
"The patient dog eats the fattest bone"
But my broken teeth had dampened
The taste for such delicacies.
But I was once young, handsome, passionate.
I was told of a day of prophecy
When things would get better
And we became leaders-
"Leaders of tomorrow".
The teachers and clerics said so,
The government in their speeches and publishings.
Even our parents.
Did they lie?
Yesterday I was young
Today I am old and disillusioned.
Burnt cigars, ashtrays
and grave distaste...
#anger
#confusion
#despair
#disappointment
#emptiness
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Birthday poem
Sweet talk often leaves us bitter,
Lip service with five star ratings.
Big talks of grandeur leaving small impressions.
Songs of bliss that end up as a tool to deceive.
What happened to "do what you say?"
I heard a faint echo from the distance
I moved closer and it became a melody
A beat, a rhyme, a roar.
I can't really describe it.
You said nothing but it was loud and clear.
It drew us all to you.
Your kindness,
Your sacrifice,
Your dedication to the people.
They screamed louder than the finest speech.
...
Lip service with five star ratings.
Big talks of grandeur leaving small impressions.
Songs of bliss that end up as a tool to deceive.
What happened to "do what you say?"
I heard a faint echo from the distance
I moved closer and it became a melody
A beat, a rhyme, a roar.
I can't really describe it.
You said nothing but it was loud and clear.
It drew us all to you.
Your kindness,
Your sacrifice,
Your dedication to the people.
They screamed louder than the finest speech.
...
#kindness
#strength
#father
#men
#inspirational
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The Rains are here
Here to lash out
Her age old temper.
Here to vent
With the fury of five months.
Here to thunder and shout
And drench all in her path.
Here to bless and bring life
To distant parched lands.
Here to relax and bring cool
From the scorching summer sun.
If you must cross her path,
Which you will,
Get protection,
For she is no respecter of persons,
Be warned,
The rains are here!
Her age old temper.
Here to vent
With the fury of five months.
Here to thunder and shout
And drench all in her path.
Here to bless and bring life
To distant parched lands.
Here to relax and bring cool
From the scorching summer sun.
If you must cross her path,
Which you will,
Get protection,
For she is no respecter of persons,
Be warned,
The rains are here!
#happiness
#motivational
#rain
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Oh woman
A thunder,
A stream.
A ray,
A beam.
An enigma is the woman.
How do you prove the naysayers wrong... everytime.
How do you make the best in us shine.
How do you make a house a home.
How do you feed five thousand with five loaves.
How do you make sweet music with broken strings.
How do you make a forest with withered seeds.
Insurmountable.
Continuing the cycle of Time.
Spreading love and life.
Beautiful,
Strong,
Wise...
Let me be drunk in your awe.
Let me dance to your tunes ...
A stream.
A ray,
A beam.
An enigma is the woman.
How do you prove the naysayers wrong... everytime.
How do you make the best in us shine.
How do you make a house a home.
How do you feed five thousand with five loaves.
How do you make sweet music with broken strings.
How do you make a forest with withered seeds.
Insurmountable.
Continuing the cycle of Time.
Spreading love and life.
Beautiful,
Strong,
Wise...
Let me be drunk in your awe.
Let me dance to your tunes ...
#strength
#mother
#sister
#women
#gratitude
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Solace
Sitting, staring...
Staring at all my eyes can see.
Alone, as usual.
Waiting...
But Waiting for no one in particular.
The dust is irritating.
The rustling of dry twigs
serenade the landscape.
Strange melodies they make.
Like a choir of discordant singers
Singing a song of perturbed scales.
But it is here I find solace.
No visual appeal
Or aesthetic charm.
But It is here I find peace.
The wind is dry
And the landscape resonates with eerie
Melodies.
But it is here I make sense...
Staring at all my eyes can see.
Alone, as usual.
Waiting...
But Waiting for no one in particular.
The dust is irritating.
The rustling of dry twigs
serenade the landscape.
Strange melodies they make.
Like a choir of discordant singers
Singing a song of perturbed scales.
But it is here I find solace.
No visual appeal
Or aesthetic charm.
But It is here I find peace.
The wind is dry
And the landscape resonates with eerie
Melodies.
But it is here I make sense...
#motivational
#inspirational
#trees
#nature
#meditation
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The Peacock
He spreads his plumage for all to see,
Exaggerating every nuance
Struting and stomping the ground beneath his feet.
He offends you
So you call him proud.
He walks majestically
Unfazed by your peering eyes
Or your judgmental cries
Dancing to a distant tune beyond your senses.
So you call him proud
He doesn't fit into your regular conventions
He enjoys the spotlight
He doesn't care about your notions
He is just being himself
So you call him proud
He is all you aspire to be;
Confident, majestic,...
Exaggerating every nuance
Struting and stomping the ground beneath his feet.
He offends you
So you call him proud.
He walks majestically
Unfazed by your peering eyes
Or your judgmental cries
Dancing to a distant tune beyond your senses.
So you call him proud
He doesn't fit into your regular conventions
He enjoys the spotlight
He doesn't care about your notions
He is just being himself
So you call him proud
He is all you aspire to be;
Confident, majestic,...
#jealousy
#hate
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
#fear
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Circles and Cycles
Powerful tides hit the shore line.
The sun disappears
Into the misty curtains
Of the sky.
Relief.
We sigh in respite as the evening breeze
Cools our tired heads and
Relaxes our nerves from
The sweltering heat,
Bliss.
But we go to bed knowing that
We are in an endless loop
And the next day the
Cycle restarts
Again.
The sun disappears
Into the misty curtains
Of the sky.
Relief.
We sigh in respite as the evening breeze
Cools our tired heads and
Relaxes our nerves from
The sweltering heat,
Bliss.
But we go to bed knowing that
We are in an endless loop
And the next day the
Cycle restarts
Again.
#hope
#sun
#morning
#night
#wind
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Hot noons and cold nights
Why do I even brush and bathe?
When I'll just get dirty again.
Tryin' na sleep these days
Is one heck of a shit show.
And even when I sleep,
All my dreams are blank.
How do I write?,
When my mind's all scrambled...
Been blaming d' weather
(doing a terrible job of lying to myself)
Maybe it's really the heat,
Or the cold, lonely nights... I dunno.
Maybe I need a vacation
To Paris or the bahamas
(lol, like I can afford any)
Seriously
I need inspiration - badly!
When I'll just get dirty again.
Tryin' na sleep these days
Is one heck of a shit show.
And even when I sleep,
All my dreams are blank.
How do I write?,
When my mind's all scrambled...
Been blaming d' weather
(doing a terrible job of lying to myself)
Maybe it's really the heat,
Or the cold, lonely nights... I dunno.
Maybe I need a vacation
To Paris or the bahamas
(lol, like I can afford any)
Seriously
I need inspiration - badly!
#loneliness
#summer
#frustration
#emptiness
#boredom
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Tepid Dreams
Is it the dust?
Is it the cold?
Is it the scorching sun?
Did the elements hold a combined session
To rob me of my soul?
I once knew a man who dreamt of touching the sun
And having a feast with celestial biengs.
Youthful,
Fiery,
Bright.
Now when I close my eyes
All I see are bills,
Unpaid taxes,
Unresolved crisis...
Where is the cradle of zeal,
That I may drink.
All I have are tepid thoughts.
Can I dare to dream again?
Is it the cold?
Is it the scorching sun?
Did the elements hold a combined session
To rob me of my soul?
I once knew a man who dreamt of touching the sun
And having a feast with celestial biengs.
Youthful,
Fiery,
Bright.
Now when I close my eyes
All I see are bills,
Unpaid taxes,
Unresolved crisis...
Where is the cradle of zeal,
That I may drink.
All I have are tepid thoughts.
Can I dare to dream again?
#hope
#frustration
#disappointment
#emptiness
#boredom
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Random thoughts 1
Stop running around
Chasing these quick fixes.
They leave you worse.
I know of the near misses
The unfulfilled wishes
and the things that give your heart stitches.
The past is past.
You thought he was an Angel.
He wasn't.
Heartbroken- learn to let go.
Eventually you realise everything is temporal
Including your bills.
So be happy and enjoy life's thrills.
Remember, too much kills.
Love with all your heart
and if your love is trashed,
Their loss.
Stop trying to impress
your...
Chasing these quick fixes.
They leave you worse.
I know of the near misses
The unfulfilled wishes
and the things that give your heart stitches.
The past is past.
You thought he was an Angel.
He wasn't.
Heartbroken- learn to let go.
Eventually you realise everything is temporal
Including your bills.
So be happy and enjoy life's thrills.
Remember, too much kills.
Love with all your heart
and if your love is trashed,
Their loss.
Stop trying to impress
your...
#happiness
#sadness
#love
#humankind
#aging
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