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
11th Dec 2012 2:27pm
11th Dec 2012 2:27pm
squigglies even brings up squigglies
what culture has no right to a domain
are the rednecks in the forest wearing crazy looking sheets
are the satanists in Europe calling me a geek
are there witch doctors in Australia poking needles in my ass
are the wealthy men in Africa only toothless for the past
think about mosquitoes the size of softballs
seasons are diffferent in every ecosystem
there's fighting men in Thailand enjoying soda pop once a year
to survive a place with too much freedom
why feel the need for heavy gear
are men really that stupid ...
are the rednecks in the forest wearing crazy looking sheets
are the satanists in Europe calling me a geek
are there witch doctors in Australia poking needles in my ass
are the wealthy men in Africa only toothless for the past
think about mosquitoes the size of softballs
seasons are diffferent in every ecosystem
there's fighting men in Thailand enjoying soda pop once a year
to survive a place with too much freedom
why feel the need for heavy gear
are men really that stupid ...
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SELF POEM
Published
11th Dec 2012 00:39am
11th Dec 2012 00:39am
untitled
blindness
emptiness
a plastic shell
burning soul
consciousness aspired
tempting the fire
a blessed event
curiosity
temptation
a hole inside my veil
inside out
left alone
an unread withered tale
Poem by:
M.E.L.
Accompanied painting entitled Colorful Drain (also by M.E.L.)
emptiness
a plastic shell
burning soul
consciousness aspired
tempting the fire
a blessed event
curiosity
temptation
a hole inside my veil
inside out
left alone
an unread withered tale
Poem by:
M.E.L.
Accompanied painting entitled Colorful Drain (also by M.E.L.)
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Dec 2012 3:51pm
10th Dec 2012 3:51pm
I Suppose
All hour trees would burn
if it didn't rain
no butter would churn
if it didn't rain
the world would be
a ball of sand
no man could stand
if it didn't rain
only liquid would exist at
the core of our planet
men could only be moles
if it didn't rain
I wouldn't want to live
if it didn't rain
I suppose I might think
I wish G*d would stop the rain
of man's garbage
Poem by:
M.E.L.
Accompanied painting entitled...
if it didn't rain
no butter would churn
if it didn't rain
the world would be
a ball of sand
no man could stand
if it didn't rain
only liquid would exist at
the core of our planet
men could only be moles
if it didn't rain
I wouldn't want to live
if it didn't rain
I suppose I might think
I wish G*d would stop the rain
of man's garbage
Poem by:
M.E.L.
Accompanied painting entitled...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Dec 2012 3:33pm
10th Dec 2012 3:33pm
The Eyes of a Revolutionary
in the mind of a revolutionary
there are many pitfalls
clamoring to correct the contrary
at the sound of any call
the only results vary
like the bounce of a ball
searching for the juice of a berry
never wanting to stall
in the soul of a revolutionary
it’s both warm and cold
they can be quite scary
killing men before they’re old
in their eyes you will be staring
if more than goods you’ve sold
in the heart of a revolutionary
there is a weakened fold
Poem by:
M.E.L.
Accompanied charcoal...
there are many pitfalls
clamoring to correct the contrary
at the sound of any call
the only results vary
like the bounce of a ball
searching for the juice of a berry
never wanting to stall
in the soul of a revolutionary
it’s both warm and cold
they can be quite scary
killing men before they’re old
in their eyes you will be staring
if more than goods you’ve sold
in the heart of a revolutionary
there is a weakened fold
Poem by:
M.E.L.
Accompanied charcoal...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Dec 2012 1:24am
10th Dec 2012 1:24am
untitled
iridescence of coming to
questioning the going from a tapestry of sound
temptation leading to unsteady ground
ever so and so on and then
often led around by an unfamiliar when
through the distance of sailing in the past
the bed is trampled from the fallen tracks
Poem by:
M.E.L.
Accompanied painting entitled Abstract Flowers (also by M.E.L.)
questioning the going from a tapestry of sound
temptation leading to unsteady ground
ever so and so on and then
often led around by an unfamiliar when
through the distance of sailing in the past
the bed is trampled from the fallen tracks
Poem by:
M.E.L.
Accompanied painting entitled Abstract Flowers (also by M.E.L.)
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LOVE POEM
Published
10th Dec 2012 1:15am
10th Dec 2012 1:15am
Names Faces Obscure Places
sad traces of lost embraces
burnt embers of blackened timber
thrilling tenderly
turning senders from sending winters of broken tender
names faces obscure places
building braces of filling spaces and fallen graces
gingerly
pulling cases of withered faces for killing spaces
silently
names faces obscure places
leaving traces of trying cages
the lost hours can’t afford the broken towers of a wanted love
choppy waters are leaving ...
burnt embers of blackened timber
thrilling tenderly
turning senders from sending winters of broken tender
names faces obscure places
building braces of filling spaces and fallen graces
gingerly
pulling cases of withered faces for killing spaces
silently
names faces obscure places
leaving traces of trying cages
the lost hours can’t afford the broken towers of a wanted love
choppy waters are leaving ...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Dec 2012 5:16pm
9th Dec 2012 5:16pm
untitled
traveling through and back
turning to is coming lack
yearning from denial
burning from benign bile
staying young while coming old
starving truth turning back
Poem by:
M.E.L.
Accompanied painting entitled Psychedelic Boogers (also by M.E.L)
turning to is coming lack
yearning from denial
burning from benign bile
staying young while coming old
starving truth turning back
Poem by:
M.E.L.
Accompanied painting entitled Psychedelic Boogers (also by M.E.L)
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Dec 2012 5:07pm
9th Dec 2012 5:07pm
Idiots and Terror
man walks into a location
he
thinks
it's
a
Taxi
with physics understood
suicide
bombing
is
realization
of
negative
cells
twisted preachers act like presidents
pointing
to
a
place
they'll
only
survey
yielding to stupidity only multiplies mistakes
then
the
idiot
goes boom,
Poem by:
M.E.L.
Accompanied painting entitled Treason (also by M.E.L)
he
thinks
it's
a
Taxi
with physics understood
suicide
bombing
is
realization
of
negative
cells
twisted preachers act like presidents
pointing
to
a
place
they'll
only
survey
yielding to stupidity only multiplies mistakes
then
the
idiot
goes boom,
Poem by:
M.E.L.
Accompanied painting entitled Treason (also by M.E.L)
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Dec 2012 1:18am
9th Dec 2012 1:18am
The Hand that Penned the Butterfly
the pain of awareness, too much to just get drunk
flying birds, prying words, and lying herds
there’s enough of a world to push artists to extinction
but not a drying pen
then
the hand that penned the butterfly dies
carbon inhalation and digital pixilation
what am I to do with you, myself
there’s no shelf big enough for mass hysteria
there’s not enough needles to cure Earth’s depression
too much time for one last therapy session
when you get a cough, off to the doctor you scoff
you can’t heal the...
flying birds, prying words, and lying herds
there’s enough of a world to push artists to extinction
but not a drying pen
then
the hand that penned the butterfly dies
carbon inhalation and digital pixilation
what am I to do with you, myself
there’s no shelf big enough for mass hysteria
there’s not enough needles to cure Earth’s depression
too much time for one last therapy session
when you get a cough, off to the doctor you scoff
you can’t heal the...
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SELF POEM
Published
9th Dec 2012 1:00am
9th Dec 2012 1:00am
untitled
waking up to a field of blue
seeing things through another’s eyes
cleanliness to a despised ape
throwing the tilt of a divine state
touching on the pedals of a raping vine
to give
to stay
to thrive
Poem by:
M.E.L.
Accompanied painting entitled Abstract Dandelions (also by M.E.L.)
seeing things through another’s eyes
cleanliness to a despised ape
throwing the tilt of a divine state
touching on the pedals of a raping vine
to give
to stay
to thrive
Poem by:
M.E.L.
Accompanied painting entitled Abstract Dandelions (also by M.E.L.)
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Dec 2012 3:43pm
8th Dec 2012 3:43pm
A Prayer for the Times
I ash in the pit of a rich man's clock
my heart tells all
beating under the floors I refuse to afford
give my carriage to the poor
never needing much
I feed on the blood of the earth
volunteering my breathe for a child's foliage
unable to kill a baby toad
many crickets have crunched under my throat
I don't deserve a healthy spirit's smoke
nor their explosions
steam rises as tea calms many heads
the right life's one with a chance for what's next
whether closed in jail or jailed without...
my heart tells all
beating under the floors I refuse to afford
give my carriage to the poor
never needing much
I feed on the blood of the earth
volunteering my breathe for a child's foliage
unable to kill a baby toad
many crickets have crunched under my throat
I don't deserve a healthy spirit's smoke
nor their explosions
steam rises as tea calms many heads
the right life's one with a chance for what's next
whether closed in jail or jailed without...
553 reads
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