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.
Go Gone Gong
the booming sound
exploding hearts
an emotion to be remembered
there goes a narrow lucky few
finding what to do
a solo performance gets the hay
elsewhere big bands play
all the music in the air
shows the dissipation
my own be bop palpitations
Poem by: M.E.L.
exploding hearts
an emotion to be remembered
there goes a narrow lucky few
finding what to do
a solo performance gets the hay
elsewhere big bands play
all the music in the air
shows the dissipation
my own be bop palpitations
Poem by: M.E.L.
501 reads
0 Comments
Ideal Folly
juggling practices of perverted outlet
I see all the melons on the freezer isle
catching glances
sizable chances
those aren't pudding cups
putting tubs back
on the shelf
read the ingredients in my pants
I've got yours memorized now madam
shows of smiles
interest while
noticed beguiling
stacks on piles
my own dangling nonsense
a twisted trip
numbers given
later rubber days
she robs my sock drawer
of all its matches
exclaiming my own
YES YES YES
modern romance
Poem by: M.E.L.
I see all the melons on the freezer isle
catching glances
sizable chances
those aren't pudding cups
putting tubs back
on the shelf
read the ingredients in my pants
I've got yours memorized now madam
shows of smiles
interest while
noticed beguiling
stacks on piles
my own dangling nonsense
a twisted trip
numbers given
later rubber days
she robs my sock drawer
of all its matches
exclaiming my own
YES YES YES
modern romance
Poem by: M.E.L.
587 reads
2 Comments
Arrogance Swallow
638 reads
5 Comments
Irresponsive
those beautiful supple breasts
forever seem to stiffen by the second
mirror shows no breath
idiotically the last thing checked is pulse
none there leaves me walking last into that bathroom
for the rest of my life
I snort a line and yell for an ambulance
no sirens scream back
drugged up and hopeless
rigor mortis creeps into my mind
as the idea of an inevitability
for those who love the high
she's as lite as a lighter
...
forever seem to stiffen by the second
mirror shows no breath
idiotically the last thing checked is pulse
none there leaves me walking last into that bathroom
for the rest of my life
I snort a line and yell for an ambulance
no sirens scream back
drugged up and hopeless
rigor mortis creeps into my mind
as the idea of an inevitability
for those who love the high
she's as lite as a lighter
...
646 reads
5 Comments
fart fart fart
all day long most days
I fart fart fart
take off my shoes
things smell worse
not a good start
to the end of a date
no one wants to hear
my mouth's true ark
I'm a disaster
on roller skates
we piggy down some food
fart fart some more
most hoarders don't approve
of an unexpected bore
even in my sleep
I fart fart fart with a
grumble grumble grumble
morning breath fumbles
my spongy heart
how is this in self poems
I am not mere flatulence ...
I fart fart fart
take off my shoes
things smell worse
not a good start
to the end of a date
no one wants to hear
my mouth's true ark
I'm a disaster
on roller skates
we piggy down some food
fart fart some more
most hoarders don't approve
of an unexpected bore
even in my sleep
I fart fart fart with a
grumble grumble grumble
morning breath fumbles
my spongy heart
how is this in self poems
I am not mere flatulence ...
603 reads
2 Comments
Shattering Capacity
not just words
the world of dog
pushing all day
blind eye I saw
panting understanding
spewing ignorance
at least there goes
the suspension bridge
idiot speaking
genius mouth shut
most lives miss
precisely what
it is
the mental state known
oh yes need not no mind
there goes the manners
a seesaw unkind
Poem by: M.E.L. (accompanied painting entitled Fractal Spiral also by m.e.l.)
if you were truly aware of your own mental state
I believe you would mind
just not your manners
the world of dog
pushing all day
blind eye I saw
panting understanding
spewing ignorance
at least there goes
the suspension bridge
idiot speaking
genius mouth shut
most lives miss
precisely what
it is
the mental state known
oh yes need not no mind
there goes the manners
a seesaw unkind
Poem by: M.E.L. (accompanied painting entitled Fractal Spiral also by m.e.l.)
if you were truly aware of your own mental state
I believe you would mind
just not your manners
586 reads
4 Comments
Dandelion Dreams
858 reads
4 Comments
Fangs of a Handshake
a turning heal isn't always seen
coals blackened as butt meets eye
thanks to the trust
uncaring for what caresses temporarily
as it is made into a useless conjunction
for the waste of disgust
baring what being becomes
the mars of betrayal
leafing off an oozing ear
and the bleeding heart pumps no more
nice to meet a gracious greeting
within the question mark of why
flesh tears as the pupil peals back
a lack of vision relies on hind sight
naivety comes such as familiar seasons
remorse can leave like snow ...
coals blackened as butt meets eye
thanks to the trust
uncaring for what caresses temporarily
as it is made into a useless conjunction
for the waste of disgust
baring what being becomes
the mars of betrayal
leafing off an oozing ear
and the bleeding heart pumps no more
nice to meet a gracious greeting
within the question mark of why
flesh tears as the pupil peals back
a lack of vision relies on hind sight
naivety comes such as familiar seasons
remorse can leave like snow ...
459 reads
3 Comments
coursing hands
so small her coursing hands
seemingly through my being
not feeling the poison
inside that place past my breaking point
twinkle twinkling little toes
with her not a square inch of a problem
for my mouth
with four legs of no race
hair falls to intertwine
slipping loose is such a mixed pleasure
such that can only be partially artificial
coursing coursing
the only forced things
come with a mix
pleasure and pain
those coursing little hands
how I want...
seemingly through my being
not feeling the poison
inside that place past my breaking point
twinkle twinkling little toes
with her not a square inch of a problem
for my mouth
with four legs of no race
hair falls to intertwine
slipping loose is such a mixed pleasure
such that can only be partially artificial
coursing coursing
the only forced things
come with a mix
pleasure and pain
those coursing little hands
how I want...
635 reads
2 Comments
Loving Like A Brick Wall
interchange of indifference for the effect
choices which one can't make
for someone else's vomit
washed up carcass to the brain stem
through a straw
nothing at all in everything's palm
to fall on an illgotten rememberance
taken as absolute from another man's
undying hand
the jagged brittle edge
waiting to fall apart for no new beginning
never knew the flame that destroyed its life story
no matter a forseen legacy
for the love
brutality...
choices which one can't make
for someone else's vomit
washed up carcass to the brain stem
through a straw
nothing at all in everything's palm
to fall on an illgotten rememberance
taken as absolute from another man's
undying hand
the jagged brittle edge
waiting to fall apart for no new beginning
never knew the flame that destroyed its life story
no matter a forseen legacy
for the love
brutality...
618 reads
5 Comments
Military Killed the Ish
whatever's on the dot
ish is when I'll be there
ish is where things are
we need more to go around
cushion rhyming scars
I won't damn those military blues
at least they can howl with your momma
there's different ways for any type of jerk
brown foot white eyed granola bread then
tough tough tough
not an impressive act
the commonalities of red
sing a retort of splat
for death with no point
military killed the ish
to turn bitch on a joint
now there's plastic in everyone's mouth ...
ish is when I'll be there
ish is where things are
we need more to go around
cushion rhyming scars
I won't damn those military blues
at least they can howl with your momma
there's different ways for any type of jerk
brown foot white eyed granola bread then
tough tough tough
not an impressive act
the commonalities of red
sing a retort of splat
for death with no point
military killed the ish
to turn bitch on a joint
now there's plastic in everyone's mouth ...
561 reads
4 Comments
flowers in her hair
926 reads
3 Comments
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