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.
static blur
my infinitesimal grasp on what is
screams blaring sirens of all
creator creation creating my translation
of not just the macabre
maggots crawl through the mind of a killer
the throat that I have
gargling the essence of rot
fertilizer born of my hands
blood in the gutter and strands from sparks
butterflies have spots that aren't always perfect circles
my pistol as a child took what can't be given back
self defense doesn't have care for the spirit
hating hate with hatred blocking the gates of fate
then the killer one day sleeps no more
as...
screams blaring sirens of all
creator creation creating my translation
of not just the macabre
maggots crawl through the mind of a killer
the throat that I have
gargling the essence of rot
fertilizer born of my hands
blood in the gutter and strands from sparks
butterflies have spots that aren't always perfect circles
my pistol as a child took what can't be given back
self defense doesn't have care for the spirit
hating hate with hatred blocking the gates of fate
then the killer one day sleeps no more
as...
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Ebb and Soar at the Middle School Poetry Read Off
some choke some garble some gulp some fly
all in the eye of such beautiful souls' cries
the plastic trees lit up in such glory
the Poetry Night sign sparkles
all with white flickering and solid Christmas lights
not just children
triumphant spirits ready for take off
into the everlasting wondrous what's next
question for stuttering fear of the audience
some entities catch a glimpse of fantastic hoorah
all these souls destined for the lovingly static
oh G*d
Poem by:
M.E.L.
(accompanied painting entitled...
all in the eye of such beautiful souls' cries
the plastic trees lit up in such glory
the Poetry Night sign sparkles
all with white flickering and solid Christmas lights
not just children
triumphant spirits ready for take off
into the everlasting wondrous what's next
question for stuttering fear of the audience
some entities catch a glimpse of fantastic hoorah
all these souls destined for the lovingly static
oh G*d
Poem by:
M.E.L.
(accompanied painting entitled...
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Distorted Reprehension
how does denial fly in your face
when a mammal doesn't always lack
human waste stinking up a shout of
fore can often help observation
outside of displacement
we stick our noses as humans
into idiocy such as a foreign ant
go on with back tracking upwards
on the glass which is about to brake
in the face of a misshapen retraction
for a dare isn't always taken in behest
Poem by:
M.E.L.
(accompanied oil painting entitled Jumping Hole also by M.E.L.)
when a mammal doesn't always lack
human waste stinking up a shout of
fore can often help observation
outside of displacement
we stick our noses as humans
into idiocy such as a foreign ant
go on with back tracking upwards
on the glass which is about to brake
in the face of a misshapen retraction
for a dare isn't always taken in behest
Poem by:
M.E.L.
(accompanied oil painting entitled Jumping Hole also by M.E.L.)
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Hind Site Lacks No Whimsy
breaths of contempt show a jaded mirror
glaring what is seen
reflects back toward things held
the self can't always grab onto relation
what we are we often can't tell
sell "I hate you!"
you buy it yourself
red flowers don't mind seeing what's blind
orange skies turn grey
until another exhale
for another's way
and the trials of missteps that
leave us asking
"What's next?"
can't we see where we've been
though we don't know who
the Hell we are
Poem by:
M.E.L.
(accompanied oil painting...
glaring what is seen
reflects back toward things held
the self can't always grab onto relation
what we are we often can't tell
sell "I hate you!"
you buy it yourself
red flowers don't mind seeing what's blind
orange skies turn grey
until another exhale
for another's way
and the trials of missteps that
leave us asking
"What's next?"
can't we see where we've been
though we don't know who
the Hell we are
Poem by:
M.E.L.
(accompanied oil painting...
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Untitled
How simple can an oddity be?
You are not the man in the mirror.
You are not your body or face.
You are not the work you've done.
Life is movement...
You can sit (still?) and
feel the vibrations of silence,
breath, and
eventually fucking awe.
Poem by:
M.E.L.
(accompanied painting entitled Abstract Linear Expression also by M.E.L.)
You are not the man in the mirror.
You are not your body or face.
You are not the work you've done.
Life is movement...
You can sit (still?) and
feel the vibrations of silence,
breath, and
eventually fucking awe.
Poem by:
M.E.L.
(accompanied painting entitled Abstract Linear Expression also by M.E.L.)
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The Vocational School for Evoking Emotion
The Vocational School for Evoking Emotion
Our sign out front says $2.99 buys you a future of nothing, and we at the School for Vocationally Evoking Emotion would like to thank you for all of the blow jobs from your daughters and future wives. We're not just selling an experience we're trading blood for compliments, and it doesn't just sometimes border on suicide, some of us will absolutely kill you.
We've got five wings to our lovely institution and they're all equipped with change buckets. Of course there's a head office, it's the only office besides the...
Our sign out front says $2.99 buys you a future of nothing, and we at the School for Vocationally Evoking Emotion would like to thank you for all of the blow jobs from your daughters and future wives. We're not just selling an experience we're trading blood for compliments, and it doesn't just sometimes border on suicide, some of us will absolutely kill you.
We've got five wings to our lovely institution and they're all equipped with change buckets. Of course there's a head office, it's the only office besides the...
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Nuts at the King's
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He Narrowly Escapes Into the Shower (extreme content)
FIRST HALF - Bones with the Piggy
Steven and Elizabeth were having a dinner party for the five year anniversary of the first time Steven forgot Elizabeth's second poodle's birthday. “Oh my God Steven, look at the price on this green bottle, it's got to be delicious.” Elizabeth was always a lover of the finer pains in life. “Darling, even if my bifocals are correct, I really don't give a damn.” Steven starts to walk forward away from the wine section towards the beer cooler. “Well my Kung Fu's better than yours mother fucker.” Elizabeth plucks the bottle from the shelf and...
Steven and Elizabeth were having a dinner party for the five year anniversary of the first time Steven forgot Elizabeth's second poodle's birthday. “Oh my God Steven, look at the price on this green bottle, it's got to be delicious.” Elizabeth was always a lover of the finer pains in life. “Darling, even if my bifocals are correct, I really don't give a damn.” Steven starts to walk forward away from the wine section towards the beer cooler. “Well my Kung Fu's better than yours mother fucker.” Elizabeth plucks the bottle from the shelf and...
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And So If I Have Not
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Ode to Peace
Ode to Peace
not for hurt
something done
reliant
Poem by:
M.E.L.
Accompanied painting entitled Cross the Line to Peace (also by M.E.L.)
not for hurt
something done
reliant
Poem by:
M.E.L.
Accompanied painting entitled Cross the Line to Peace (also by M.E.L.)
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Itchy
one of my best friends
hated thug life
though he was a gangster
we met as kids
he couldn't stop scratching
up until the end
he scratched his final yet first
annoyance
strap up to his lid
Itchy was a young man
barely 31
not the Itchy I want you to know
I could never do true justice
for his middle, end, or any new beginning
don't send a poet take your own eyes
and never choose Itchy's mobbed up life
Poem by:
M.E.L.
Accompanied painting entitled Take...
hated thug life
though he was a gangster
we met as kids
he couldn't stop scratching
up until the end
he scratched his final yet first
annoyance
strap up to his lid
Itchy was a young man
barely 31
not the Itchy I want you to know
I could never do true justice
for his middle, end, or any new beginning
don't send a poet take your own eyes
and never choose Itchy's mobbed up life
Poem by:
M.E.L.
Accompanied painting entitled Take...
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Red and Blurry
someone's world ends everyday
hauling mistrust
hardly springs back
there's those who don't care
lines outside of streets
perceiving grand levels
marbles, marvels, and bevels
lights flicker on and off
laws matter to peace
in an anarchistic failure
prisons are secure
the dope says nope to hope
so many insects hail to the queen
existence is not only for one measure
hard to cure what's too big
smart not pure
to give a flew to lids
it's good to understand comma but because
then there's all the...
hauling mistrust
hardly springs back
there's those who don't care
lines outside of streets
perceiving grand levels
marbles, marvels, and bevels
lights flicker on and off
laws matter to peace
in an anarchistic failure
prisons are secure
the dope says nope to hope
so many insects hail to the queen
existence is not only for one measure
hard to cure what's too big
smart not pure
to give a flew to lids
it's good to understand comma but because
then there's all the...
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DU Poetry : Submissions by M-E_Ninny-L (michael edward lanier)