Submissions by MalcolmG (Malcolm Gladwin)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm certainly complex filled with layers , introverted extrovert or whichever way pleases , I like authentic and original thoughts , don't care how messy it is as Iong as provokes me to consider things I wouldn't usually, somewhat of spontaneous writer
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2024 9:29pm
2nd Dec 2024 9:29pm
A Life of Contradictions
Change is the constant; the rhythm of time never ceases its cycle.
Longing for peace, yet preparing for war in the shadows of fear.
Walls that we build to protect us will also confine us in silence.
Happiness drifts as we chase it, elusive and fading from view.
Richest in gold, yet the poorest in spirit, the heart remains hollow.
Independence demands that we lean on the strength of another.
Leaders are strong when their hearts lay exposed to the winds of destruction.
Trying to blend, we are lost in the masses; ourselves disappear.
Knowledge...
Longing for peace, yet preparing for war in the shadows of fear.
Walls that we build to protect us will also confine us in silence.
Happiness drifts as we chase it, elusive and fading from view.
Richest in gold, yet the poorest in spirit, the heart remains hollow.
Independence demands that we lean on the strength of another.
Leaders are strong when their hearts lay exposed to the winds of destruction.
Trying to blend, we are lost in the masses; ourselves disappear.
Knowledge...
#TruthOfLife
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Dec 2024 11:27pm
1st Dec 2024 11:27pm
The Art of Moaning...
Oh, the moans, those bedroom refrains,
part opera, part way to manage the strains.
Is it ecstasy? Or just her clever ploy
to stroke your ego while she’s mildly annoyed?
You think her cries are applause for your skill,
but she might just be aiming to shorten the drill.
A symphony of "ahhs" to speed up the show,
or perhaps a melodic way to say, "Go baby Go!”
When the tempo shifts and you’re off the track,
a moan might say, “Slow down, Jack.”
Too rough? Too fast? Too much improv?
Her “ahem” is her way of saying,...
part opera, part way to manage the strains.
Is it ecstasy? Or just her clever ploy
to stroke your ego while she’s mildly annoyed?
You think her cries are applause for your skill,
but she might just be aiming to shorten the drill.
A symphony of "ahhs" to speed up the show,
or perhaps a melodic way to say, "Go baby Go!”
When the tempo shifts and you’re off the track,
a moan might say, “Slow down, Jack.”
Too rough? Too fast? Too much improv?
Her “ahem” is her way of saying,...
#love
#lover
#sex
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Dec 2024 10:52pm
1st Dec 2024 10:52pm
Life is ...
Life’s a game with no reset,
a spilled wine comedy,
where plans unravel like your favorite pants.
“Don’t dream of tomorrow,” they say,
but today’s a gray blur of emails and sighs,
Netflix judging you from its endless scroll.
“It’s ten percent events, ninety percent reaction,”
but my math's bad,
and distractions win the day.
They tell me to “create myself” and “make it sweet,”
but what’s sweet in surviving deadlines
while the beach dreams of me instead?
“Dance in the rain,”
but umbrellas are expensive,
and the...
a spilled wine comedy,
where plans unravel like your favorite pants.
“Don’t dream of tomorrow,” they say,
but today’s a gray blur of emails and sighs,
Netflix judging you from its endless scroll.
“It’s ten percent events, ninety percent reaction,”
but my math's bad,
and distractions win the day.
They tell me to “create myself” and “make it sweet,”
but what’s sweet in surviving deadlines
while the beach dreams of me instead?
“Dance in the rain,”
but umbrellas are expensive,
and the...
#LifeStruggles
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Dec 2024 2:07pm
1st Dec 2024 2:07pm
Things Beautiful...
Through our delicate sight, the world unveils its radiant art in colours,
A magnificent magical canvas of nature’s grand design.
Mountains boldly rise, statuesque and beautifully contoured,
Kissed by clouds, their resplendent mighty peaks shine,
Distant quiet Valleys cradle bending rivers, their cool flowing waters entrancing almost hypnotic,
Whispering tales of time to the fair earth below.
The ocean soothing waves, alluring and mesmerizing,
Holds mysteries in its secret shallows and radiant depths.
Each ripple and wave, a fetching embrace of the...
A magnificent magical canvas of nature’s grand design.
Mountains boldly rise, statuesque and beautifully contoured,
Kissed by clouds, their resplendent mighty peaks shine,
Distant quiet Valleys cradle bending rivers, their cool flowing waters entrancing almost hypnotic,
Whispering tales of time to the fair earth below.
The ocean soothing waves, alluring and mesmerizing,
Holds mysteries in its secret shallows and radiant depths.
Each ripple and wave, a fetching embrace of the...
#beauty
#nature
#TruthOfLife
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Nov 2024 1:59pm
30th Nov 2024 1:59pm
The Book of Man
A story book their ingenious invention,
written with dishonest intention,
Penned by scribes with trembling quills,
To carve out myths and codify wills,
A patchwork text of borrowed, made up lore,
Bound to man an enthrall, to preach, implore.
Not a single voice divine, nor a holy pen,
But the schemes of greed, domination by power-hungry men.
Written by the minority they cleverly invent,
for the majority their ambitious intent,
Chosen by those who claim divine favor,
A gift to the few, the masses...
written with dishonest intention,
Penned by scribes with trembling quills,
To carve out myths and codify wills,
A patchwork text of borrowed, made up lore,
Bound to man an enthrall, to preach, implore.
Not a single voice divine, nor a holy pen,
But the schemes of greed, domination by power-hungry men.
Written by the minority they cleverly invent,
for the majority their ambitious intent,
Chosen by those who claim divine favor,
A gift to the few, the masses...
#Christian
#God
#honesty
#religion
#TruthOfLife
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Nov 2024 1:15pm
30th Nov 2024 1:15pm
Thoughts of the Untamed Haiku
Fire's breath on canvas,
Illusive, cruel to adeath,
Whispers pierce the night.
Loom threads lies unseen,
Velvet dusk with molten glow,
Earth hums tales below.
Dark symphony calls,
Void swallows, leaving its mark,
Shadows in the field.
Winds howl through the wild,
Vigil kept beneath the sky,
Heart dares to take flight.
Illusive, cruel to adeath,
Whispers pierce the night.
Loom threads lies unseen,
Velvet dusk with molten glow,
Earth hums tales below.
Dark symphony calls,
Void swallows, leaving its mark,
Shadows in the field.
Winds howl through the wild,
Vigil kept beneath the sky,
Heart dares to take flight.
#TruthOfLife
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
30th Nov 2024 5:15am
30th Nov 2024 5:15am
A Choir of Lies
In the halls of guilt, where coins
sing like crickets in the dark,
their psalms rise, a lattice of smoke
curling from a dying flame.
fear not the sins of others,
rather the sins of their own,
more than the sins of devil,
It's the sins of the Father after all.
The altar gleams, not with divinity,
but with the cold sheen of rivers
choked by gold. Their voices echo,
hollow gourds beaten by the wind,
each note a shard of glass
pressed against the throat of belief.
Abaddon watches like a stormcloud ...
sing like crickets in the dark,
their psalms rise, a lattice of smoke
curling from a dying flame.
fear not the sins of others,
rather the sins of their own,
more than the sins of devil,
It's the sins of the Father after all.
The altar gleams, not with divinity,
but with the cold sheen of rivers
choked by gold. Their voices echo,
hollow gourds beaten by the wind,
each note a shard of glass
pressed against the throat of belief.
Abaddon watches like a stormcloud ...
#Christian
#God
#heaven #religion
#heaven #religion
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
30th Nov 2024 5:15am
30th Nov 2024 5:15am
A Devilish Deal
Come one, come all, the carnival's here!
Bring your soul; there’s no need to fear.
Step right up to the Devil’s stand,
He’ll trade your essence for a sleight of hand.
The Dark One grins, his pitch refined,
“A bargain struck will free your mind!
Forget those rules of guilt and pain,
Just sign this slip and break your chain.”
“But what’s the catch?” you skeptics cry,
“What’s hidden deep within the lie?”
The Devil laughs, his voice a drawl,
“Oh, nothing much… just your mortal thrall.”
Religion gasps, the pews erupt, ...
Bring your soul; there’s no need to fear.
Step right up to the Devil’s stand,
He’ll trade your essence for a sleight of hand.
The Dark One grins, his pitch refined,
“A bargain struck will free your mind!
Forget those rules of guilt and pain,
Just sign this slip and break your chain.”
“But what’s the catch?” you skeptics cry,
“What’s hidden deep within the lie?”
The Devil laughs, his voice a drawl,
“Oh, nothing much… just your mortal thrall.”
Religion gasps, the pews erupt, ...
#Christian
#faith
#religion #spiritual
#religion #spiritual
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LOVE POEM
Published
29th Nov 2024 9:14pm
29th Nov 2024 9:14pm
The Wounds of Love
I can't recall what’s real, or if I dream,
A scream resounds within, though silence seems
To choke my voice, to halt my every plea,
This hollow stillness smothers what’s left of me.
Love has left me battered, torn, and blind,
Awaking to a world I cannot find,
A shattered self with nothing left to hold,
Pain’s cruel embrace is all that’s uncontrolled.
I hold my breath and wish for endless sleep,
Oh, God, deliver me, my soul to keep.
Back in the dark, I feel too much to bear,
A pulse, a life, but none to grant me care, ...
A scream resounds within, though silence seems
To choke my voice, to halt my every plea,
This hollow stillness smothers what’s left of me.
Love has left me battered, torn, and blind,
Awaking to a world I cannot find,
A shattered self with nothing left to hold,
Pain’s cruel embrace is all that’s uncontrolled.
I hold my breath and wish for endless sleep,
Oh, God, deliver me, my soul to keep.
Back in the dark, I feel too much to bear,
A pulse, a life, but none to grant me care, ...
#breakup
#hurt
#love
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Nov 2024 5:58pm
29th Nov 2024 5:58pm
The Quiet Engine
There’s a hate in my heart,
buried deep, under liqueur’s burn
and the chill of colombian snow,
strewn across train tracks,
long and wide,
stretching into nowhere.
My family doesn’t see it—
too busy with their own lies.
The preacher, with his sanctified tongue,
wouldn’t dare touch it,
and my friends?
They only skim the surface,
pretending they know me.
Hate hums like a low engine,
alive but dormant,
its rhythm keeping time with my pulse.
I drown it,
I chain it,
but it always stirs,
a...
buried deep, under liqueur’s burn
and the chill of colombian snow,
strewn across train tracks,
long and wide,
stretching into nowhere.
My family doesn’t see it—
too busy with their own lies.
The preacher, with his sanctified tongue,
wouldn’t dare touch it,
and my friends?
They only skim the surface,
pretending they know me.
Hate hums like a low engine,
alive but dormant,
its rhythm keeping time with my pulse.
I drown it,
I chain it,
but it always stirs,
a...
#hate
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LOVE POEM
Published
29th Nov 2024 12:55pm
29th Nov 2024 12:55pm
Love, Oxy and the Morons
Love, a bittersweet embrace,
A deafening silence in its place.
It breathes like the living dead,
Filling hearts with what’s unsaid.
An awfully good yet fragile thing,
Alone together, hearts take wing.
An open secret, bold yet shy,
A virtual reality under the sky.
Jumbo shrimp of grand extremes,
Pretty ugly in broken dreams.
We act naturally, yet lose control,
Cold fire burns within the soul.
Same difference marks every day,
Controlled chaos leads the way.
Sweet sorrow’s kiss, a fleeting touch, ...
A deafening silence in its place.
It breathes like the living dead,
Filling hearts with what’s unsaid.
An awfully good yet fragile thing,
Alone together, hearts take wing.
An open secret, bold yet shy,
A virtual reality under the sky.
Jumbo shrimp of grand extremes,
Pretty ugly in broken dreams.
We act naturally, yet lose control,
Cold fire burns within the soul.
Same difference marks every day,
Controlled chaos leads the way.
Sweet sorrow’s kiss, a fleeting touch, ...
#love
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Nov 2024 7:28am
29th Nov 2024 7:28am
Faded Away
You were my rose,
The beautiful flower that grew in the dark,
All I knew, all I loved,
A light in my emptiness,
A balm for your void.
It felt like a dream,
Building bridges from pain,
Walking through rain,
Dancing in storms,
Bound together,
Broken yet whole.
Each day with you was sunlight spilling through the window,
Chasing shadows away.
We laughed,
We smiled,
Our secrets we whispered,
Our meaning grew deep,
Our love felt eternal.
But then we woke up.
The bridges burned, ...
The beautiful flower that grew in the dark,
All I knew, all I loved,
A light in my emptiness,
A balm for your void.
It felt like a dream,
Building bridges from pain,
Walking through rain,
Dancing in storms,
Bound together,
Broken yet whole.
Each day with you was sunlight spilling through the window,
Chasing shadows away.
We laughed,
We smiled,
Our secrets we whispered,
Our meaning grew deep,
Our love felt eternal.
But then we woke up.
The bridges burned, ...
#breakup
#hurt
#love #relationships
#love #relationships
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