Submissions by Namyh
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
enjoy writing poetic creations requiring a step out of the box or the norm, enjoy reading the earnest poetic works of others
Go on Faith!
Go on Faith!
Scorched sand sizzled hot with a blister.
Rising heat sucked the air out the day
and the motionless Sun, like an unblinking eye,
poked bones and my brains in its way.
I buckled to my knees from exhaustion
and my face hit the sand full flat.
Without water, each breath was a dry pain hurting
and my blood thickened more from its lack.
A pump handle shimmered in the day’s heat
and I focused crawling to it ‘cross the land.
Hanging there was a sign “Go North five feet.
Dig for water in a box in the...
Scorched sand sizzled hot with a blister.
Rising heat sucked the air out the day
and the motionless Sun, like an unblinking eye,
poked bones and my brains in its way.
I buckled to my knees from exhaustion
and my face hit the sand full flat.
Without water, each breath was a dry pain hurting
and my blood thickened more from its lack.
A pump handle shimmered in the day’s heat
and I focused crawling to it ‘cross the land.
Hanging there was a sign “Go North five feet.
Dig for water in a box in the...
#identity
#confessional
#LifeGoals
#MyInspiration
#myself
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God’s Fingerprint
God’s Fingerprint
On the Sistine, Michaelangelo painted God’s fingered thrust
giving with love the gift of Life to Man fresh from dust.
First breath, beneath the heavens! Second breath, on land and sea!
From then ‘til now, a thrusted finger sculpts Man’s destiny.
Not long ago, Instinct was his primal need and guide
when smells repelled, fires frightened and lightning made him hide
and stars up in the heavens were just punctures in the night
while reflections in the water were the ghosts he could not fight.
Then lightning struck...
On the Sistine, Michaelangelo painted God’s fingered thrust
giving with love the gift of Life to Man fresh from dust.
First breath, beneath the heavens! Second breath, on land and sea!
From then ‘til now, a thrusted finger sculpts Man’s destiny.
Not long ago, Instinct was his primal need and guide
when smells repelled, fires frightened and lightning made him hide
and stars up in the heavens were just punctures in the night
while reflections in the water were the ghosts he could not fight.
Then lightning struck...
#religion
#God
#faith
#fate
#spiritual
239 reads
2 Comments
6 Minute Football
6 Minute Football
The night was a bucket of blackness splashed on a canvas of stars,
homebound in my green Chevy pickup on a backroad emptied of cars.
I could see a house light in the distance, thru trees, like a flickering flame.
I gunned the engine, raced up the road for tonight’s great football game.
Upon stopping, I looked in my mirror and saw some reflections of light.
It was only my buddies bringing the beer, pretzels & chips for the night.
We watched the game, talked and ate, laughing in our work-day duds....
The night was a bucket of blackness splashed on a canvas of stars,
homebound in my green Chevy pickup on a backroad emptied of cars.
I could see a house light in the distance, thru trees, like a flickering flame.
I gunned the engine, raced up the road for tonight’s great football game.
Upon stopping, I looked in my mirror and saw some reflections of light.
It was only my buddies bringing the beer, pretzels & chips for the night.
We watched the game, talked and ate, laughing in our work-day duds....
#happiness
#hope
#motivational
#inspirational
#uplifting
95 reads
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A Rush of Lust
A Rush of Lust
I was caught in an orgasmic rush of Lust
that burned my soul into ashened dust.
It gripped like a current plummeting within
as blood cells roasted in sizzling sin.
Hot images flipped thru my mind like pages.
Nerve endings fired their synaptic rages.
Breath was shortened ‘til there was hardly none
as I gasped for air in each Love stunned lung!
My veins expanded for blood in and out.
Nostrils flared for the oxygen drought.
My pores burst open to release the sweat
that would cool the body’s...
I was caught in an orgasmic rush of Lust
that burned my soul into ashened dust.
It gripped like a current plummeting within
as blood cells roasted in sizzling sin.
Hot images flipped thru my mind like pages.
Nerve endings fired their synaptic rages.
Breath was shortened ‘til there was hardly none
as I gasped for air in each Love stunned lung!
My veins expanded for blood in and out.
Nostrils flared for the oxygen drought.
My pores burst open to release the sweat
that would cool the body’s...
#lust
#sex
#erotic
#BDSM
#lover
356 reads
5 Comments
The Flea Trainer
The Flea Trainer
I can see fleas on tiny seesaws,
sitting tiny swings that sway,
contented and bored to just pass the time.
How came they conditioned this way?
First, put the fleas within a jar
then place the lid on top.
The fleas will jump and jump and jump
hitting glass and lid with knocks
and after a while the muscles condition
the jump to avoid the pain
of colliding with lid and glass so hard
over and over again.
You can remove the lid. Let out the fleas,
even put them on swings that sway. ...
I can see fleas on tiny seesaws,
sitting tiny swings that sway,
contented and bored to just pass the time.
How came they conditioned this way?
First, put the fleas within a jar
then place the lid on top.
The fleas will jump and jump and jump
hitting glass and lid with knocks
and after a while the muscles condition
the jump to avoid the pain
of colliding with lid and glass so hard
over and over again.
You can remove the lid. Let out the fleas,
even put them on swings that sway. ...
#identity
#confessional
#LifeGoals
#MyInspiration
#myself
196 reads
5 Comments
The Giggle
The Giggle
In the misty, murky mire of a mangled, marshy mud
rose a Moon betwixt the shadows ‘neath a starry night above.
No bird beat wings. No mouse did squeak. Not even an owl’s hoot
could pierce the stillness clinging to the trees and plants and roots.
I stomped upon a cigarette. The embers fumed and fizzled.
As I turned to go back inside, I swore I heard a giggle;
not large but small, not big but tiny, not huge but very wee,
behind the house down by the marsh’s solitary tree.
I stepped on leaves. I sloshed thru...
In the misty, murky mire of a mangled, marshy mud
rose a Moon betwixt the shadows ‘neath a starry night above.
No bird beat wings. No mouse did squeak. Not even an owl’s hoot
could pierce the stillness clinging to the trees and plants and roots.
I stomped upon a cigarette. The embers fumed and fizzled.
As I turned to go back inside, I swore I heard a giggle;
not large but small, not big but tiny, not huge but very wee,
behind the house down by the marsh’s solitary tree.
I stepped on leaves. I sloshed thru...
#politics
#nature
#TruthOfLife
#humankind
#LifeCycle
185 reads
5 Comments
The Werewolf
The Werewolf
I saw it in the moonbeams, just beneath the star streams,
running like a wild thing as if in chase or flight.
Cold breaths, short breaths, smokes of a night quest
whistled through its fangs making slices of the night.
Wolf made of mankind howled at the moon sign.
Forest eyes blinked their fears across the forest floor.
Squirrel sounds, owl sounds, bird sounds, bat sounds
merged to flee in symphony their voices from the roar.
A smell mixed in wind’s blow made eyes of wolf to seek...
I saw it in the moonbeams, just beneath the star streams,
running like a wild thing as if in chase or flight.
Cold breaths, short breaths, smokes of a night quest
whistled through its fangs making slices of the night.
Wolf made of mankind howled at the moon sign.
Forest eyes blinked their fears across the forest floor.
Squirrel sounds, owl sounds, bird sounds, bat sounds
merged to flee in symphony their voices from the roar.
A smell mixed in wind’s blow made eyes of wolf to seek...
#dark
#gothic
#evil
#scary
#fear
227 reads
4 Comments
Timelessness
Timelessness
Even when the elements split the earth in me
and fling my crumblings into the silent emptiness
of worlds ground to crushed chaos and smashed collision,
your Love will be my beacon thru the rubble
blinking in the nothingness,
dodging past the brokenness
and guiding me ‘til
end of Time.
And when Night caves in from stars sucked out
by Age leaving days and shattered suns
slipping down Eternity at a million midnights per second,
your Love will be my flame in the black wind
blistering in the...
Even when the elements split the earth in me
and fling my crumblings into the silent emptiness
of worlds ground to crushed chaos and smashed collision,
your Love will be my beacon thru the rubble
blinking in the nothingness,
dodging past the brokenness
and guiding me ‘til
end of Time.
And when Night caves in from stars sucked out
by Age leaving days and shattered suns
slipping down Eternity at a million midnights per second,
your Love will be my flame in the black wind
blistering in the...
#love
#relationships
#heartbroken
#romantic
#FallingInLove
311 reads
7 Comments
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