Submissions by Marks
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
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Riddles...
Riddles at dawn
They are souls...
Souls coming back...
To relive it all again
And the day...
The day's previous life...
Cannot red carpet them
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Riddles...
Riddles at dawn
They are souls...
Souls coming back...
To relive it all again
And the day...
The day's previous life...
Cannot red carpet them
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#philosophical
397 reads
4 Comments
19 Verses
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No rest for the hopes
Feeling hollow but not lonely
A world gathering
Both literally...
And metaphorically
Can't you see...
Can't you see...
Can't you see this poor poem
Rhyme without inspiration
Rhyme with the pulsation of misery
COVID-19...
COVID-19 ...
COVID-19... echoing
Echoing in the quarantines
Echoing in the anxiety...
The hopeful anxiety
The hopeful anxiety of thinking...
Each day is the one with a peaceful message
Each day brings the cure for this disease
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No rest for the hopes
Feeling hollow but not lonely
A world gathering
Both literally...
And metaphorically
Can't you see...
Can't you see...
Can't you see this poor poem
Rhyme without inspiration
Rhyme with the pulsation of misery
COVID-19...
COVID-19 ...
COVID-19... echoing
Echoing in the quarantines
Echoing in the anxiety...
The hopeful anxiety
The hopeful anxiety of thinking...
Each day is the one with a peaceful message
Each day brings the cure for this disease
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#despair
#suffering
545 reads
8 Comments
Turbulent Murk
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Looking over the roofs of buildings
I see the fog puffing into the air
The underside of the fog is flat and featureless
Like a sheet of mirror reflecting the city
Turbulent murk...
It is a magic low-lying cloud
And I bear a gloomy tunnel right through it
Because the haze tries to be a naked nymph
Mist
Drizzle
Rain
Mizzle running down straight...
... on my windowpane
I will let the raindrops become poems
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Looking over the roofs of buildings
I see the fog puffing into the air
The underside of the fog is flat and featureless
Like a sheet of mirror reflecting the city
Turbulent murk...
It is a magic low-lying cloud
And I bear a gloomy tunnel right through it
Because the haze tries to be a naked nymph
Mist
Drizzle
Rain
Mizzle running down straight...
... on my windowpane
I will let the raindrops become poems
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#inspirational
493 reads
10 Comments
A Train
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A woman dressed in gray ...
Asleep
A dark train carriage
Fantasy
The black exterior landscape
Sudden empathy
She must be depressive
So depressive ... that she does not exist
Then she is my type
Sweet depravity ...
A station... Another station ...
Passing like my spermatozoons
In the erotic dream ...
That I have inserted in her desolation.
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A woman dressed in gray ...
Asleep
A dark train carriage
Fantasy
The black exterior landscape
Sudden empathy
She must be depressive
So depressive ... that she does not exist
Then she is my type
Sweet depravity ...
A station... Another station ...
Passing like my spermatozoons
In the erotic dream ...
That I have inserted in her desolation.
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#gothic
706 reads
14 Comments
Double Risk
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Restless soul,... eccentric
I cannot dream myself adrift
So I know I am someone else
Fragile peace
Truce and war are siamese twins
Ambivalence
Double risk
Double apparition...
Double presence
True memories become false
Collision of paramnesias and lucid dreams
Restless soul, ... eccentric
I cannot dream myself adrift
So feel like I am in danger
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Restless soul,... eccentric
I cannot dream myself adrift
So I know I am someone else
Fragile peace
Truce and war are siamese twins
Ambivalence
Double risk
Double apparition...
Double presence
True memories become false
Collision of paramnesias and lucid dreams
Restless soul, ... eccentric
I cannot dream myself adrift
So feel like I am in danger
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#meditation
396 reads
2 Comments
Unwritten Love
I always keep love in my heart
Kindness in words creates verses
An imaginary dialogue on a poetic kiss
The things we do for love...
... like writing a poem
... like freeing the lover as well as the beloved
I am supposed to write a love poem
It is not good for the man to be unwritten
It is not good for the poem to be alone
Someone will make a critic suitable for my soul
Is it better to be read than loved?
Why is poetry associated with romantic love ?
Why not ?
Kindness in words creates verses
An imaginary dialogue on a poetic kiss
The things we do for love...
... like writing a poem
... like freeing the lover as well as the beloved
I am supposed to write a love poem
It is not good for the man to be unwritten
It is not good for the poem to be alone
Someone will make a critic suitable for my soul
Is it better to be read than loved?
Why is poetry associated with romantic love ?
Why not ?
#romantic
543 reads
5 Comments
My Deep Eccentricity
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Traffic semaphore
A controversial metaphor
Green zone
Green light for diplomatic bags
Rumours become poems
Red light
Corridors of power
Oval versions of Washington
A storm-racked ocean of buildings
Talking to the moon
As if in an interrogation room
So I cast out any embassy
To measure my deep eccentricity
Because I will never be sick...
Of having to take orders from political freaks
Well-read and well-travelled
Drive on,... drive on,... a song on the...
Traffic semaphore
A controversial metaphor
Green zone
Green light for diplomatic bags
Rumours become poems
Red light
Corridors of power
Oval versions of Washington
A storm-racked ocean of buildings
Talking to the moon
As if in an interrogation room
So I cast out any embassy
To measure my deep eccentricity
Because I will never be sick...
Of having to take orders from political freaks
Well-read and well-travelled
Drive on,... drive on,... a song on the...
#politics
#war
#meditation
460 reads
6 Comments
Truce
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Bus station...
I create space in myself,...
What could come in and fill it up?
As if in slow motion...
I create emptiness in myself
It is like vomiting air
Who could come and fill it up?
Something inside me always rebels
And it neither picks up nor drops off passengers
Nobody owns it but me
Once trapped by my evasion,...
I have to stick with the peace I feel
Relief from reality ... ... and life
A kiosk newsstand,... a book by William S. Burroughs
It is not a void ... It is a...
Bus station...
I create space in myself,...
What could come in and fill it up?
As if in slow motion...
I create emptiness in myself
It is like vomiting air
Who could come and fill it up?
Something inside me always rebels
And it neither picks up nor drops off passengers
Nobody owns it but me
Once trapped by my evasion,...
I have to stick with the peace I feel
Relief from reality ... ... and life
A kiosk newsstand,... a book by William S. Burroughs
It is not a void ... It is a...
#LifeChangingMoment
#SelfReflection
#meditation #SelfDiscovery
#meditation #SelfDiscovery
530 reads
8 Comments
Tribute to a TV-viewer
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Tribute to a TV-viewer
Angelina Jolie: "My name is Evelyn Salt"
Foreknowledge of ...
Open-minded enough
Foreknowledge of ...
This intricate poem with Houdini verses
Foreknowledge of ... question ? marks
Foreknowledge of ... question ? marks
Open-minded enough
Obey those voices inside your head...
You know those voices are not yours
Stay informed...
And the movie *The Bone Collector* ...
The killer replicates the crimes from a fictional story
"You know who Lincoln Rhyme is?"
Deep...
Tribute to a TV-viewer
Angelina Jolie: "My name is Evelyn Salt"
Foreknowledge of ...
Open-minded enough
Foreknowledge of ...
This intricate poem with Houdini verses
Foreknowledge of ... question ? marks
Foreknowledge of ... question ? marks
Open-minded enough
Obey those voices inside your head...
You know those voices are not yours
Stay informed...
And the movie *The Bone Collector* ...
The killer replicates the crimes from a fictional story
"You know who Lincoln Rhyme is?"
Deep...
#inspirational
383 reads
2 Comments
Poemless
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Relaxing through meditation...
Its imagery and locutions
A phenomenon and exact science blended
All is tidy and predictable...
Spooky, creepy and perfect
Books turning into a female silhoutte in a library...
Life occurs due to secrets and rumors
But it is like being grieving survivors
Forming clues and thoughts with slowness
From a distorted happiness
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Relaxing through meditation...
Its imagery and locutions
A phenomenon and exact science blended
All is tidy and predictable...
Spooky, creepy and perfect
Books turning into a female silhoutte in a library...
Life occurs due to secrets and rumors
But it is like being grieving survivors
Forming clues and thoughts with slowness
From a distorted happiness
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#dark
#gothic
#philosophical
576 reads
8 Comments
Snake Charmer
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Wisdom
Glory
Keep calm
Cold-blooded
Snake charmer
Speculative and manipulative...
The task is not too difficult
The pungi takes advantage of its pitches
They are true lies captured in the wild
Inheritated gaps ... Inheritated lifetime
Wisdom
Glory
Keep calm
Cold-blooded
Snake charmer
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Wisdom
Glory
Keep calm
Cold-blooded
Snake charmer
Speculative and manipulative...
The task is not too difficult
The pungi takes advantage of its pitches
They are true lies captured in the wild
Inheritated gaps ... Inheritated lifetime
Wisdom
Glory
Keep calm
Cold-blooded
Snake charmer
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#secrets
#meditation
435 reads
6 Comments
Sliding Moonroof
Sliding moonroof
I blinked my eyes and time was gone...
Lying behind me on the highway...
Peaceful evening
I turn my whistling into melody...
It sounds like an advertisement for a mortuary
How to build a car in infinite streets
Goals that rhyme with roof and steering wheel:...
Hood, proof, aloof, ensuining silence and lucid dream
Hopes disappear safely into the roof lining
The car detaches itself from me in search of my personal guide
It is like experiencing the real Harvard's Graduate School of Design
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I blinked my eyes and time was gone...
Lying behind me on the highway...
Peaceful evening
I turn my whistling into melody...
It sounds like an advertisement for a mortuary
How to build a car in infinite streets
Goals that rhyme with roof and steering wheel:...
Hood, proof, aloof, ensuining silence and lucid dream
Hopes disappear safely into the roof lining
The car detaches itself from me in search of my personal guide
It is like experiencing the real Harvard's Graduate School of Design
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#depression
#hope
#dark #meditation
#dark #meditation
409 reads
4 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by Marks