Submissions by Mrd
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Wannabe.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Jun 2024 4:59am
2nd Jun 2024 4:59am
tin horn sorcerers
we live day by day
within the binary
of black and white
256 shades
of discernment
crunched into
the brutal limitation
of black & white
this &that
up & down
and when
it all begins
to fall apart
the default position of
this good
that bad
becomes
the heuristic
from which
we midwife
the world
with its shimmering skin
into black and white existence
what tin horn
sorcerers
we become
and who would have...
within the binary
of black and white
256 shades
of discernment
crunched into
the brutal limitation
of black & white
this &that
up & down
and when
it all begins
to fall apart
the default position of
this good
that bad
becomes
the heuristic
from which
we midwife
the world
with its shimmering skin
into black and white existence
what tin horn
sorcerers
we become
and who would have...
#LifeAsAWriter
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th May 2024 4:25pm
29th May 2024 4:25pm
what a guy, prometheus
who brought us fire
back in the day
before we even knew how
to spell it
and ignited the ire
of zeus whoevah-the-fuck
who gave old prometheus
hell for it
and thereupon
caused an eagle
to tear apart
the liver
of said pro-me/the-us
each day
before regenerating it
for the next day's
repeatedly told
choke-the-chicken
spank-the-monkey
episode
thereby teaching us
not to fuck with
the divine rights
or...
back in the day
before we even knew how
to spell it
and ignited the ire
of zeus whoevah-the-fuck
who gave old prometheus
hell for it
and thereupon
caused an eagle
to tear apart
the liver
of said pro-me/the-us
each day
before regenerating it
for the next day's
repeatedly told
choke-the-chicken
spank-the-monkey
episode
thereby teaching us
not to fuck with
the divine rights
or...
#satirical
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th May 2024 7:02pm
26th May 2024 7:02pm
hart crane
whose name i have heard
for decades
(and only just now
begun
to
read)
in my search options list
does not appear
until the letter "c"
is added
to hart (space) c
and even then
is 5th on the list
so,
5th on the list,
i apologize in advance
for neglecting you
all these years
and i have to say
it pains me
to see
that there in
"searches related to hart crane"
is
"hart crane suicide"
and...
for decades
(and only just now
begun
to
read)
in my search options list
does not appear
until the letter "c"
is added
to hart (space) c
and even then
is 5th on the list
so,
5th on the list,
i apologize in advance
for neglecting you
all these years
and i have to say
it pains me
to see
that there in
"searches related to hart crane"
is
"hart crane suicide"
and...
#WritingPoetry
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6 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
23rd May 2024 00:05am
23rd May 2024 00:05am
absurd city: work-in-progress
rosy-fingered dawn
with its tendrilled
smoke-filled face
turns away from us now
gathers its whirling
unhemmed robes
from up and down
north south
there then
and refuses to issue forth again
lies in a heap, expires,
and already it's half-past ten
let me sing to you,
absurd city
awash with your surreal rubble
the bones of children
hung out on drooping ...
with its tendrilled
smoke-filled face
turns away from us now
gathers its whirling
unhemmed robes
from up and down
north south
there then
and refuses to issue forth again
lies in a heap, expires,
and already it's half-past ten
let me sing to you,
absurd city
awash with your surreal rubble
the bones of children
hung out on drooping ...
#suffering
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st May 2024 10:53am
21st May 2024 10:53am
the weather report
..and now...the weather report
brought to you by your own
man on the scene
cucker tarlson
exhumed and dragged
kicking and screaming
from a place of the
ultimately fucked-up
but willing to do it
just.this.one.more.time
for you rat-fucking
low-info wannabes
with your hands in
your panties
and your bump-stocked ar-15s
filled with high-capacity
magazines
loaded with weapons-grade
viagra
first, the weather report.
navalny is still dead
but who gives a fuck;
vladimir kara-murza...
brought to you by your own
man on the scene
cucker tarlson
exhumed and dragged
kicking and screaming
from a place of the
ultimately fucked-up
but willing to do it
just.this.one.more.time
for you rat-fucking
low-info wannabes
with your hands in
your panties
and your bump-stocked ar-15s
filled with high-capacity
magazines
loaded with weapons-grade
viagra
first, the weather report.
navalny is still dead
but who gives a fuck;
vladimir kara-murza...
#dark
#despair
#frustration
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th May 2024 8:26am
11th May 2024 8:26am
Navalny Stares at Us
for betty
here in eternity
the is, the am, the are
are always happening
while the then and when
yammer at windows
and doors
demanding ingress,
you know
the drill, jill
the now
sometimes lollygagging
and others
like friday night paychecks
off and gone
just like that
with next-time promises
shoved in pockets
filled with embarrassments
the is of the rock of sisyphus
forever rolls down
like jack
tumbling with jill
down the hill
how...
here in eternity
the is, the am, the are
are always happening
while the then and when
yammer at windows
and doors
demanding ingress,
you know
the drill, jill
the now
sometimes lollygagging
and others
like friday night paychecks
off and gone
just like that
with next-time promises
shoved in pockets
filled with embarrassments
the is of the rock of sisyphus
forever rolls down
like jack
tumbling with jill
down the hill
how...
#culture
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Apr 2024 10:46pm
22nd Apr 2024 10:46pm
the ants are back_18/30
after a winter
of snooze
they busily send out
sorties to scout out
the land
of my kitchen
They congregate
in the pan
stacked upon another
the food hidden
from the one
revealed to the other
thanks to the ants
and me
I do not want
to kill these little bastards
so I sweep them off
as best I can
letting them fall
through the air
like bungee-jumpers
without the bungees
I feel a slight
twinge of guilt:
can we not co-exist?
Do...
of snooze
they busily send out
sorties to scout out
the land
of my kitchen
They congregate
in the pan
stacked upon another
the food hidden
from the one
revealed to the other
thanks to the ants
and me
I do not want
to kill these little bastards
so I sweep them off
as best I can
letting them fall
through the air
like bungee-jumpers
without the bungees
I feel a slight
twinge of guilt:
can we not co-exist?
Do...
#Christmas
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6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Apr 2024 4:17am
18th Apr 2024 4:17am
knives out
17/30
knives out
it's the season
of knives out
here in red state
of ain't
democrats are
an endangered species
so the red-hats
are duking it out
savaging each other
for not being MAGA-enough
coddling crimminuls too much
(meaning at all)
not building the wall
high enough
or soon enough
or long enough
and accusing one
of supporting BLM
another of wanting
immediate support for Ukraine
even though
she was born there ...
knives out
it's the season
of knives out
here in red state
of ain't
democrats are
an endangered species
so the red-hats
are duking it out
savaging each other
for not being MAGA-enough
coddling crimminuls too much
(meaning at all)
not building the wall
high enough
or soon enough
or long enough
and accusing one
of supporting BLM
another of wanting
immediate support for Ukraine
even though
she was born there ...
#NaPoWriMo2024
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1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
9th Apr 2024 10:05pm
9th Apr 2024 10:05pm
Disappearance
9/30
Sunday night,
desperate for sleep,
I pushed you away
when you crawled up
and tried to sleep
between my thighs
I am old, sweet cat,
your weight obstructs
the flow of blood
I turned this way, that,
and drifted off--
Did I, perhaps, leave you offended?
You awoke at first light
demanding I open the kitty door
and off you went
all gray stealth of smoke
disappearing into the hazy day, ...
Sunday night,
desperate for sleep,
I pushed you away
when you crawled up
and tried to sleep
between my thighs
I am old, sweet cat,
your weight obstructs
the flow of blood
I turned this way, that,
and drifted off--
Did I, perhaps, leave you offended?
You awoke at first light
demanding I open the kitty door
and off you went
all gray stealth of smoke
disappearing into the hazy day, ...
#anxiety
#despair
#fear #NaPoWriMo2024
#fear #NaPoWriMo2024
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SELF POEM
Published
9th Apr 2024 1:58am
9th Apr 2024 1:58am
overdosing on the stairs
sixteen years old
and beautiful
straight off the farm
the wood stove
the outhouse
left behind for
the big city.
meets a handsome
marine in gorgeous
dress blues who
comes home with her
into the kitchen
standing up
resisting
pushed up against
the kitchen sink
by my biological
father who after
the planting of
winter wheat
after the
obligatory...
and beautiful
straight off the farm
the wood stove
the outhouse
left behind for
the big city.
meets a handsome
marine in gorgeous
dress blues who
comes home with her
into the kitchen
standing up
resisting
pushed up against
the kitchen sink
by my biological
father who after
the planting of
winter wheat
after the
obligatory...
#mother
#father
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SELF POEM
Published
8th Apr 2024 3:08am
8th Apr 2024 3:08am
Brain Scan: Bradford Pears in the Reception Room
for Betty
Yesterday we drove 12 miles
for my brain scan
past trees blown down
freshly cut stumps
arboreal surgeons in carhart coats
lobotomizing those who
once were
but now are otherwise.
We drive on.
The brain scan is important.
Hallucinations can be signs
of something dangerous.
The wind came stampeding through
as the weather-woman ...
Yesterday we drove 12 miles
for my brain scan
past trees blown down
freshly cut stumps
arboreal surgeons in carhart coats
lobotomizing those who
once were
but now are otherwise.
We drive on.
The brain scan is important.
Hallucinations can be signs
of something dangerous.
The wind came stampeding through
as the weather-woman ...
#SelfDiscovery
#NaPoWriMo2024
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Apr 2024 1:05am
7th Apr 2024 1:05am
once all this was magic
6/30
once all this was magic
each had a voice
and a song
magical voice
all things of note
and interest
crying out:
I have a story,
listen,
tell it,
and Gai'a was there
recording in the shorthand of song
these lyrics divine
of the plasma singing
and the primal stuffness singing
and the darkness
playing vast cellos
of emptiness
which sang song cycles of darkness
coming, going,
and...
once all this was magic
each had a voice
and a song
magical voice
all things of note
and interest
crying out:
I have a story,
listen,
tell it,
and Gai'a was there
recording in the shorthand of song
these lyrics divine
of the plasma singing
and the primal stuffness singing
and the darkness
playing vast cellos
of emptiness
which sang song cycles of darkness
coming, going,
and...
#mythology
#NaPoWriMo2024
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