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
8th Dec 2012 3:30pm
8th Dec 2012 3:30pm
The Tiredness of Apathy
It’s funny how apathy comes and goes with moods while they pass
Into another moment we go for something new to care for
All the while conserning gravity effects you
And your past as it often knows
It isn’t just the clouds that push the weather
You know about what’s dripping into rising cracks
Can’t tripping obserdities kill others while they laugh
At a goof or a missed step when it’s the heat that’s often the cause
Of what we care for when we’re hungry and have no pause or patience for a but
Isn’t the answer sometimes just a big old sleeping...
Into another moment we go for something new to care for
All the while conserning gravity effects you
And your past as it often knows
It isn’t just the clouds that push the weather
You know about what’s dripping into rising cracks
Can’t tripping obserdities kill others while they laugh
At a goof or a missed step when it’s the heat that’s often the cause
Of what we care for when we’re hungry and have no pause or patience for a but
Isn’t the answer sometimes just a big old sleeping...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Dec 2012 2:13am
8th Dec 2012 2:13am
untitled
breathing for the masses
touching them burns
seething for the grass kids
love hurts but yet still yearns
every breath spit back in hate
never letting the fallen fall
choking on the grapes
breathing for the masses
soon they’ll be awake
they throw eager glass fits
the fits fall and break
to heal soul
Poem by:
M.E.L.
Accompanied painting entitled Furious Grass (also by M.E.L.)
touching them burns
seething for the grass kids
love hurts but yet still yearns
every breath spit back in hate
never letting the fallen fall
choking on the grapes
breathing for the masses
soon they’ll be awake
they throw eager glass fits
the fits fall and break
to heal soul
Poem by:
M.E.L.
Accompanied painting entitled Furious Grass (also by M.E.L.)
562 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Dec 2012 2:06am
8th Dec 2012 2:06am
Cactus Climbing Stairs
leaves fall
ever they may, on the ground
in the desert green is sparse
innocence dies
in the eyes of youth
though virginity can live on
there's a rifle for every fawn
a grain of salt rules a slug
laws control those willing to plummet for masters
those to climb
find art through suffering and anarchy
geography is birthed by less
diseases fall, empires fall, and allegiances fall so countries are born
leaves fall on summer days with the sound
in the city there is water
no matter what the dirt says
at night men...
ever they may, on the ground
in the desert green is sparse
innocence dies
in the eyes of youth
though virginity can live on
there's a rifle for every fawn
a grain of salt rules a slug
laws control those willing to plummet for masters
those to climb
find art through suffering and anarchy
geography is birthed by less
diseases fall, empires fall, and allegiances fall so countries are born
leaves fall on summer days with the sound
in the city there is water
no matter what the dirt says
at night men...
722 reads
3 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Dec 2012 6:05pm
7th Dec 2012 6:05pm
If I were a Frog I'd be a Toad
oh I leap and leap
smell a buzzing
then I eat
the lily pads lay down in the water
I splash around and slush them under
Poem by:
M.E.L.
Accompanied painting entitled Rain Forest Parking Lot (also by M.E.L.)
smell a buzzing
then I eat
the lily pads lay down in the water
I splash around and slush them under
Poem by:
M.E.L.
Accompanied painting entitled Rain Forest Parking Lot (also by M.E.L.)
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STORY POEM
Published
7th Dec 2012 5:54pm
7th Dec 2012 5:54pm
Sure Bukowski's Funnier than Me But I Bet I'm A Better Lay
636 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
7th Dec 2012 1:42am
7th Dec 2012 1:42am
A Voice of Constant Change
not deranged
aware of my own contradictions
who's to say
pressure's wrong
a song's pride
negatively jests
a lawyer plants a seed
then fucks a bowl
of salt
rhythm, as if
we can't all get
along
dig up my life's
ambition not given
to the idiotic
measure
of a technological picnic
Poem by:
M.E.L.
Accompanied painting entitled Confusion (also by M.E.L.)
aware of my own contradictions
who's to say
pressure's wrong
a song's pride
negatively jests
a lawyer plants a seed
then fucks a bowl
of salt
rhythm, as if
we can't all get
along
dig up my life's
ambition not given
to the idiotic
measure
of a technological picnic
Poem by:
M.E.L.
Accompanied painting entitled Confusion (also by M.E.L.)
486 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
7th Dec 2012 1:39am
7th Dec 2012 1:39am
Crikey
crickity crack
says an old man's longing want
not for lack of strength
pushing against the fall of never
fun house mirror of once usefully ground
by the mass's putrid denial
all to droop and sag
used up bathroom's mucky bag
rag bleached so hard to make teeth swell
tell Hell “You don't exist.”
watch tripping on wells
then we all dwell in a telling realm of crikey
and holey shit
Poem by:
M.E.L.
Accompanied painting entitled Abstract Ghost (also by M.E.L.)
says an old man's longing want
not for lack of strength
pushing against the fall of never
fun house mirror of once usefully ground
by the mass's putrid denial
all to droop and sag
used up bathroom's mucky bag
rag bleached so hard to make teeth swell
tell Hell “You don't exist.”
watch tripping on wells
then we all dwell in a telling realm of crikey
and holey shit
Poem by:
M.E.L.
Accompanied painting entitled Abstract Ghost (also by M.E.L.)
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ANGER POEM
Published
6th Dec 2012 5:36pm
6th Dec 2012 5:36pm
The Categories of Crying
Tears of joy are a punch in my face
I’ve seen sprawling stumps covering dead forests
I’ve given a dead man CPR in the rain
I was beaten as a child and look forward to my grave
I need to puke when I see a happy man cry
I’ll be relieved at the end though I don’t want to die
Just been waiting
I’ve pounded my fists on wet concrete and had dry eyes
I’ve lived, suffered, and torn tears from the sky
Poem by:
M.E.L.
Accompanied painting entitled Flattering Organ (also by M.E.L.)
I’ve seen sprawling stumps covering dead forests
I’ve given a dead man CPR in the rain
I was beaten as a child and look forward to my grave
I need to puke when I see a happy man cry
I’ll be relieved at the end though I don’t want to die
Just been waiting
I’ve pounded my fists on wet concrete and had dry eyes
I’ve lived, suffered, and torn tears from the sky
Poem by:
M.E.L.
Accompanied painting entitled Flattering Organ (also by M.E.L.)
549 reads
4 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Dec 2012 5:24pm
6th Dec 2012 5:24pm
I Love it When Hot Coffee Burns My Lips
loving small things has saved my life
to thwart the end’s just to behave
I’ve seen my life minuscule saved
dry bones love no home
I’ve loved sharp knives
I’ve loved strainers and kitten kisses
love seems obsolete these days
perhaps for love of the grave
a passenger pigeon plays
with loving loved love
Poem by: M.E.L.
Accompanied painting entitled Dark Hearts Series # unknown (also by M.E.L.)
to thwart the end’s just to behave
I’ve seen my life minuscule saved
dry bones love no home
I’ve loved sharp knives
I’ve loved strainers and kitten kisses
love seems obsolete these days
perhaps for love of the grave
a passenger pigeon plays
with loving loved love
Poem by: M.E.L.
Accompanied painting entitled Dark Hearts Series # unknown (also by M.E.L.)
547 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Dec 2012 5:02pm
5th Dec 2012 5:02pm
Tight Quarters
a wonderland of frustration
there’s no one to help
then there’s so much cool shit
you have to insulate your pipes
just like you have to take your meds
medications have to be adjusted
chemicals help to handle heavenly touch
the more special you are the more problems you have
poetry is a line that stands alone
a garbled mess unsearched
searched
poetry speaks
you have to walk on knives
or shut down in slow suicide
it’s so hard sometimes that heavy lies die
die means the in German
whether you’ll enjoy it is...
there’s no one to help
then there’s so much cool shit
you have to insulate your pipes
just like you have to take your meds
medications have to be adjusted
chemicals help to handle heavenly touch
the more special you are the more problems you have
poetry is a line that stands alone
a garbled mess unsearched
searched
poetry speaks
you have to walk on knives
or shut down in slow suicide
it’s so hard sometimes that heavy lies die
die means the in German
whether you’ll enjoy it is...
584 reads
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SONG LYRICS
Published
5th Dec 2012 4:49pm
5th Dec 2012 4:49pm
Hard Sale
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DRUGS POEM
Published
5th Dec 2012 1:43am
5th Dec 2012 1:43am
Drunken Fisherman Lonely and Stoned
drifting in mud sometimes is how it seems
losing lunge capacity every second away from land
hardly ever swimming treading over life
a bit of poison in every breath
then there's the beauty of the deep
the darkness hardly looming until it's forced
the final inhale of a lonely fisherman is muffled by the tide
Poem by:
M.E.L.
Accompanied painting entitled Lonely Fisherman (also by M.E.L.)
losing lunge capacity every second away from land
hardly ever swimming treading over life
a bit of poison in every breath
then there's the beauty of the deep
the darkness hardly looming until it's forced
the final inhale of a lonely fisherman is muffled by the tide
Poem by:
M.E.L.
Accompanied painting entitled Lonely Fisherman (also by M.E.L.)
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