Submissions by M-E_Ninny-L (michael edward lanier)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm not an intellectual, I don't like notions of superiority. Just an artist who tries to keep things simple, I have to call myself a complex minimalist in today's inpatient world.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Nov 2012 3:23pm
30th Nov 2012 3:23pm
Shapely Admiration
the goddess of dead flowers
burnt stems and hurt gems
turned them from curt hymns
dried over to hurt sober
with shown trims of flown gyms
cotton and wine silk and tried
clovers of go overs in groves of ill noters
stumbled heals of hour peals
tumbled feel of dying fields
the kept breeze of suction's tease
pushing steeds to dumbfounded glee
turning over the go unders go over
to perforate the turn over by leaving the left over
Poem by:
M.E.L.
burnt stems and hurt gems
turned them from curt hymns
dried over to hurt sober
with shown trims of flown gyms
cotton and wine silk and tried
clovers of go overs in groves of ill noters
stumbled heals of hour peals
tumbled feel of dying fields
the kept breeze of suction's tease
pushing steeds to dumbfounded glee
turning over the go unders go over
to perforate the turn over by leaving the left over
Poem by:
M.E.L.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Nov 2012 11:38pm
29th Nov 2012 11:38pm
Belong-less
I am a kumquat
dark green is my favorite color
I bear small thorns
I hate the bearing of a dollar
I get along with all kinds
I need a drink every once in a while
to smile
I’d hitchhike with a broken bike, just to spread my squalor
I am not a kumquat, I wish I was
kumquats sell and are exotic
I have the cell of my memories of adolescence
I am trapped under the thumb of being battered and bruised
I would be high class, if not for my attitude
I have an empty wallet, I...
dark green is my favorite color
I bear small thorns
I hate the bearing of a dollar
I get along with all kinds
I need a drink every once in a while
to smile
I’d hitchhike with a broken bike, just to spread my squalor
I am not a kumquat, I wish I was
kumquats sell and are exotic
I have the cell of my memories of adolescence
I am trapped under the thumb of being battered and bruised
I would be high class, if not for my attitude
I have an empty wallet, I...
572 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
29th Nov 2012 11:28pm
29th Nov 2012 11:28pm
Small Losses and Straws
I cried when my Nina Simone CD broke
because that’s what I am
just worse than the CD
now I can’t hear her voice
her blues gave me a rich man’s choice
now I’ve got those blues worse than I could ever choose
I felt like putting on the Sex Pistols and smashing shit up
that won’t do, all my stuff is already so used
I guess I’ll just settle for Billie Holiday
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M.E.L.
because that’s what I am
just worse than the CD
now I can’t hear her voice
her blues gave me a rich man’s choice
now I’ve got those blues worse than I could ever choose
I felt like putting on the Sex Pistols and smashing shit up
that won’t do, all my stuff is already so used
I guess I’ll just settle for Billie Holiday
Poem by:
M.E.L.
530 reads
2 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
29th Nov 2012 3:20pm
29th Nov 2012 3:20pm
Kelly Had Some Nice Shoes Back in the Day (ending)
670 reads
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
29th Nov 2012 3:16pm
29th Nov 2012 3:16pm
Kelly Had Some Nice Shoes Back in the Day (chapters 1-5)
775 reads
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ANGER POEM
Published
29th Nov 2012 3:12am
29th Nov 2012 3:12am
Rub on Kings
war in a far off galaxy is great
because there’s war right here and it’s great
sprouted by great men being great
an eraser is great
I’m not a fucking eraser
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M.E.L.
because there’s war right here and it’s great
sprouted by great men being great
an eraser is great
I’m not a fucking eraser
Poem by:
M.E.L.
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DARK POEM
Published
29th Nov 2012 3:02am
29th Nov 2012 3:02am
Duck Pistol
gristle stair steps fatty gutter overflow tip toe head to
cemetery to drink catalogues' refuse under L temporary over time
grave shift for the retarded freeze flow of nobody knows
tombstones break diarrhea drizzles down off the roof to an easel
the pedophile laughs in the steeple
unaware of what's waiting in a trunk
pieces of a bamboo stretcher
caput cause that's just gangstah
soldier profit benefit fortune stupid
warriors are sacrificial not cupid
gristle stair steps fatty gutter overflow Duck Pistol
Poem by:
M.E.L.
cemetery to drink catalogues' refuse under L temporary over time
grave shift for the retarded freeze flow of nobody knows
tombstones break diarrhea drizzles down off the roof to an easel
the pedophile laughs in the steeple
unaware of what's waiting in a trunk
pieces of a bamboo stretcher
caput cause that's just gangstah
soldier profit benefit fortune stupid
warriors are sacrificial not cupid
gristle stair steps fatty gutter overflow Duck Pistol
Poem by:
M.E.L.
562 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Nov 2012 7:04pm
28th Nov 2012 7:04pm
untitled
objects of sex of objectification
nonsense obsessed from soul mutilation
torn at the fence of tearing contempt
seen by the sense of showing the tense
releasing the dense by holding the kempt
to give to the fence that tears at the sense
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M.E.L.
nonsense obsessed from soul mutilation
torn at the fence of tearing contempt
seen by the sense of showing the tense
releasing the dense by holding the kempt
to give to the fence that tears at the sense
Poem by:
M.E.L.
559 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Nov 2012 6:52pm
28th Nov 2012 6:52pm
Schlepped Home from the Store
brandishing a bruise later to be found
though earlier ignored
stowing to the clearing of the bound
kept in cold slept with the bored
easy to take from the slowing of the down
schlepped home from the store
after picked from home ground
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M.E.L.
though earlier ignored
stowing to the clearing of the bound
kept in cold slept with the bored
easy to take from the slowing of the down
schlepped home from the store
after picked from home ground
Poem by:
M.E.L.
514 reads
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Nov 2012 6:08am
28th Nov 2012 6:08am
For A Reason
unfolded
creased and crumpled
scalded
too drunk to stumble
clouds come
clouds go
not everyone in the audience
is ready for the show
twisted in
twisted out
here comes the climax
all ready to shout
a lump in the throat
cough comes out
roll on
roll on
little girl on her skates
mommy ready
to perforate
twist in
twist out
wayward home
lay back on your pillow
comfort indeed
lay back in your silence
a gong fears no heed
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M.E.L.
creased and crumpled
scalded
too drunk to stumble
clouds come
clouds go
not everyone in the audience
is ready for the show
twisted in
twisted out
here comes the climax
all ready to shout
a lump in the throat
cough comes out
roll on
roll on
little girl on her skates
mommy ready
to perforate
twist in
twist out
wayward home
lay back on your pillow
comfort indeed
lay back in your silence
a gong fears no heed
Poem by:
M.E.L.
540 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
28th Nov 2012 5:33am
28th Nov 2012 5:33am
The Comfort of Sin
thrust and thrust and thrust
it’s safer to be in the arms of an open gust
safer than it is to give your soul to an accountant
who’ll stir it in a bowl with the rest of the ounces
thrust slow at first inch by inch
don’t give it all till there’s a need for a wrench
thrust only the willing
some sins are mortal and bar more than a seed
don’t cum solely there will come a time
thrusting faster and faster as long as you mind
this can take you far, for and from yourself
thrusting inside the being and soul of someone else
pull weeds and till soil, or...
it’s safer to be in the arms of an open gust
safer than it is to give your soul to an accountant
who’ll stir it in a bowl with the rest of the ounces
thrust slow at first inch by inch
don’t give it all till there’s a need for a wrench
thrust only the willing
some sins are mortal and bar more than a seed
don’t cum solely there will come a time
thrusting faster and faster as long as you mind
this can take you far, for and from yourself
thrusting inside the being and soul of someone else
pull weeds and till soil, or...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Nov 2012 1:10pm
24th Nov 2012 1:10pm
Window Panes #1
these cracked and broken panes hold a view to my soul
not just one piece
every point of every fold
if I be long and am
don't judge of me this placement
never chose to paint
only ran at the danger
life is not one gasp
every breath to make two strangers
things may turn so easily
I am never bobble
M.E.L. poem
not just one piece
every point of every fold
if I be long and am
don't judge of me this placement
never chose to paint
only ran at the danger
life is not one gasp
every breath to make two strangers
things may turn so easily
I am never bobble
M.E.L. poem
552 reads
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