Submissions by Loafer (Lorenzo A. Fernandez Jr.)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
A misanthropic poet-writer.
ANGER POEM
Published
8th Jul 2013 7:05am
8th Jul 2013 7:05am
Mighty Chief
Major or Chief,
Don’t panic.
In your studio
You’re a one-man gang.
Now you flinch
At the sight of a dope
Holding a stick.
Don’t panic.
In your studio
You’re a one-man gang.
Now you flinch
At the sight of a dope
Holding a stick.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Jul 2013 6:48am
8th Jul 2013 6:48am
Dust Mites
Tiny bugs crawling
Over my unshaven head
Like a billion Chinese.
Over my unshaven head
Like a billion Chinese.
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Jan 2013 7:30am
24th Jan 2013 7:30am
Sunny Days
Sunny days are fading
And soon over. Rain,
Clouds appear in the afternoon.
The wind rips my meat, nips it
With its mixed breath.
I must go down
To the cellar
To relive the heat.
And soon over. Rain,
Clouds appear in the afternoon.
The wind rips my meat, nips it
With its mixed breath.
I must go down
To the cellar
To relive the heat.
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ANGER POEM
Published
10th May 2012 11:40pm
10th May 2012 11:40pm
Monkey Singing
Brown, almost black,
destined to ape the white,
I’m a monkey.
Low but feeling high,
I can jump over the sky.
I’m a monkey.
Like other monkeys
I twist my tongue
or trill my r’s and other consonants.
I’m a monkey.
I have hope and blinking eyes.
I turn my hair gold with dyes.
I’m a monkey.
I try to sing in fashion
but I’m centuries behind.
I’m a monkey . . . naturally.
destined to ape the white,
I’m a monkey.
Low but feeling high,
I can jump over the sky.
I’m a monkey.
Like other monkeys
I twist my tongue
or trill my r’s and other consonants.
I’m a monkey.
I have hope and blinking eyes.
I turn my hair gold with dyes.
I’m a monkey.
I try to sing in fashion
but I’m centuries behind.
I’m a monkey . . . naturally.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Apr 2012 10:19am
2nd Apr 2012 10:19am
Reenactment
A man carries a cross
While others take turns
Splitting his red back:
A reenactment.
While others take turns
Splitting his red back:
A reenactment.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Mar 2012 8:34am
25th Mar 2012 8:34am
Pull of Gravity
Withered brown leaves fall—
Not yet autumn, but only
Pull of gravity.
Not yet autumn, but only
Pull of gravity.
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ANGER POEM
Published
25th Mar 2012 8:31am
25th Mar 2012 8:31am
For the Dogs
I don’t desire wealth, nor fame.
It’s only for the dung-eating dogs.
It’s something that is freely given
To all good boys who don’t beg
and work under Old Nick’s barnyard.
Theirs is the heaven.
It’s only for the dung-eating dogs.
It’s something that is freely given
To all good boys who don’t beg
and work under Old Nick’s barnyard.
Theirs is the heaven.
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STORY POEM
Published
10th Mar 2012 7:37pm
10th Mar 2012 7:37pm
Let’s Face It
We greet each other.
We talk but only about the weather
And morning news.
Nothing is new
Though something in our eyes
Is showing: a love that is
Budding and pulsating. Ah, the love,
We don’t seem to notice it
Lest we be oppressed
But that’s a denial of
Everything we built.
We talk but only about the weather
And morning news.
Nothing is new
Though something in our eyes
Is showing: a love that is
Budding and pulsating. Ah, the love,
We don’t seem to notice it
Lest we be oppressed
But that’s a denial of
Everything we built.
727 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
5th Mar 2012 1:27am
5th Mar 2012 1:27am
A Clown
I have no more wild acts,
No more funny steps
Of yesterday’s run.
I must be a clown
Growing old upstage,
Still floodlit but cued to bend,
Fears and tears winning
At this losing end.
No more funny steps
Of yesterday’s run.
I must be a clown
Growing old upstage,
Still floodlit but cued to bend,
Fears and tears winning
At this losing end.
774 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
1st Mar 2012 8:50am
1st Mar 2012 8:50am
Lovers’ Flight
Two birds glide in a cool, cloudy sky.
One is white; the other, black,
But never mind: They don’t fight.
They dream, sing, float together,
Both ready to love.
Soon they’ll pull out of their bond
Once on dreary land. They’ll quarrel
And tear each other’s wings,
Both knowing the flight is over.
One is white; the other, black,
But never mind: They don’t fight.
They dream, sing, float together,
Both ready to love.
Soon they’ll pull out of their bond
Once on dreary land. They’ll quarrel
And tear each other’s wings,
Both knowing the flight is over.
841 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
26th Feb 2012 8:29am
26th Feb 2012 8:29am
Angel
Chick lady, full of spice,
You're my bride. Dark eyes,
Red hair, pink thighs
That wrap around mine
All day and night--all these
Proclaim you're an angel,
Heaven-sent to make feel good,
Any time I feel bad.
You're my bride. Dark eyes,
Red hair, pink thighs
That wrap around mine
All day and night--all these
Proclaim you're an angel,
Heaven-sent to make feel good,
Any time I feel bad.
1083 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
24th Feb 2012 8:40pm
24th Feb 2012 8:40pm
Rain
We walk together,
Our shoulders touch every now and then,
The rain pouring down your umbrella.
The cold bites. We hardly talk.
But we find pleasure
In smelling the rain.
Our shoulders touch every now and then,
The rain pouring down your umbrella.
The cold bites. We hardly talk.
But we find pleasure
In smelling the rain.
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