Submissions by Peanut
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th May 2021 9:57pm
30th May 2021 9:57pm
and perhaps
tempted hearts
enthusiastic minds
and
ignorant egos
pave roads
for young stallions
wearing masks
and thornless roses
with long stems
carrying the letter
sealed with a kiss
is just
pouting selfies
in gold glitter dust
now
wearing 2021
well suited
to the knees
enthusiastic minds
and
ignorant egos
pave roads
for young stallions
wearing masks
and thornless roses
with long stems
carrying the letter
sealed with a kiss
is just
pouting selfies
in gold glitter dust
now
wearing 2021
well suited
to the knees
#metaphor
#meditation
#pandemic
236 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
12th May 2021 9:53pm
12th May 2021 9:53pm
Now She Writes Hate
when she wrote
love
in careful
vocabulary
with meticulous
hand
on parchment
she had ground
to pulp
dried
lay bare
in the
soft autumn
shadows
of a warm
sunset
each comma
had grace
each cap
stood firm
then she
dropped the pen
watched it fall
studied the velocity
as it rolled along
the yellowood
floor
and out the door
that was when
it began
love
in careful
vocabulary
with meticulous
hand
on parchment
she had ground
to pulp
dried
lay bare
in the
soft autumn
shadows
of a warm
sunset
each comma
had grace
each cap
stood firm
then she
dropped the pen
watched it fall
studied the velocity
as it rolled along
the yellowood
floor
and out the door
that was when
it began
#love
#hate
#UnrequitedLove
#hurt
#Romanticism
284 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd May 2021 12:31pm
2nd May 2021 12:31pm
No One Could Speak
Your mask covered
more of your face
Mine covered more
of my neck
We saw each other
I knew you by your eyes
It seemed
unethical
to acknowledge
-x-
more of your face
Mine covered more
of my neck
We saw each other
I knew you by your eyes
It seemed
unethical
to acknowledge
-x-
#LifeStruggles
#home
#silence #pandemic
#silence #pandemic
202 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
19th Apr 2021 6:27pm
19th Apr 2021 6:27pm
undescribed
i remember
the first time that
nominally open switch
closed
all that was left
was paper
bare
baron
broken
lived, cleared
erased
pressed
clean
and there were
no
words
the first time that
nominally open switch
closed
all that was left
was paper
bare
baron
broken
lived, cleared
erased
pressed
clean
and there were
no
words
#identity
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection
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0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Mar 2021 8:48pm
25th Mar 2021 8:48pm
Waves
I'm sure it's
all worked out
Efficiency
Production
Growth
Have they stopped
to ask
how it would look
with sacrifice
and humanity?
Some well oiled machines
work better
with gas in the tank
It's not popular
when it includes
a heartfelt magical
engine
in B flat!
all worked out
Efficiency
Production
Growth
Have they stopped
to ask
how it would look
with sacrifice
and humanity?
Some well oiled machines
work better
with gas in the tank
It's not popular
when it includes
a heartfelt magical
engine
in B flat!
#music
#respect
#metaphor #responsibility
#metaphor #responsibility
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2021 8:03pm
3rd Mar 2021 8:03pm
f**k [IT]
I don't know [IT]
Not from a bar of Palmolive soap
[IT's] sat
opposite a similarly
ridiculous figure
But [IT]
But [IT] does
But [IT] fucking cackles
I've considered closing
though
the other twenty
shouldn't be penalised!
The problem is [IT]
And [IT]
And [IT] does
And [IT] fucking cackles
Calling last round
Fuck this
Let [IT]
go home
and fuck [IT]
and [IT's] cackle
alone
My ears can't
they just can't.
Not from a bar of Palmolive soap
[IT's] sat
opposite a similarly
ridiculous figure
But [IT]
But [IT] does
But [IT] fucking cackles
I've considered closing
though
the other twenty
shouldn't be penalised!
The problem is [IT]
And [IT]
And [IT] does
And [IT] fucking cackles
Calling last round
Fuck this
Let [IT]
go home
and fuck [IT]
and [IT's] cackle
alone
My ears can't
they just can't.
#anger
262 reads
3 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
9th Feb 2021 10:55am
9th Feb 2021 10:55am
work In progress
sweat drips
like piss
flowing from that concrete
statue
no one knows
what it's called;
but it happens to fill
as a water feature
anywhere
a guy
with an idea and
a bucket of grout
to fill the cracks in the
tiles
finds a nine by nine space
in a park
that musky smell from
work boots
having spent a day
laboring
in a cold steel factory
which exists
because
damn, we have to make something
-anything
no one actually gives a shit ...
like piss
flowing from that concrete
statue
no one knows
what it's called;
but it happens to fill
as a water feature
anywhere
a guy
with an idea and
a bucket of grout
to fill the cracks in the
tiles
finds a nine by nine space
in a park
that musky smell from
work boots
having spent a day
laboring
in a cold steel factory
which exists
because
damn, we have to make something
-anything
no one actually gives a shit ...
#masculinity
174 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
19th Jan 2021 5:58pm
19th Jan 2021 5:58pm
She
is in search
of
unconditional love
conditionally
of course
it meets her
conditions
of
unconditional love
conditionally
of course
it meets her
conditions
#love
#relationships
#UnrequitedLove
259 reads
7 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Nov 2020 7:38pm
2nd Nov 2020 7:38pm
In Time Spent Well, She
laughed with a cackle.
Most regularly, when the wine bottle
was getting stale
Her long, sharp, black, nails
suffocated the glass neck
while her face poured sadness
in raindrops of smudged mascara
and worn lipstick
The worst type of drunk woman
I had ever fallen on
after the sixteenth beer.
The bar stank of stale smoke
and the splattered blood
of teenagers
reenacting old Western saloon movies,
in search of some kind of
validation, ...
Most regularly, when the wine bottle
was getting stale
Her long, sharp, black, nails
suffocated the glass neck
while her face poured sadness
in raindrops of smudged mascara
and worn lipstick
The worst type of drunk woman
I had ever fallen on
after the sixteenth beer.
The bar stank of stale smoke
and the splattered blood
of teenagers
reenacting old Western saloon movies,
in search of some kind of
validation, ...
#hate
#loneliness
#identity
#LifeStruggles
#metaphor
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2 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
1st Sep 2020 10:51pm
1st Sep 2020 10:51pm
90 Something Blatent...
truth, has a grit
filled in soil and stone;
thick, course, and dirty.
It lives rough
in some hearts
whose faces wear lines
twisted as gravel roads,
which leave honest living
in scars and stretch marks.
Yellow nicotine infected skin
reflecting faded ink
of 40 year old
tattoos
(once dark and pretty,
now stretched and worn
to shreds and threads.)
Netty was one of those women.
She wore
the odd beard hair in grey
and spoke with the
word...
filled in soil and stone;
thick, course, and dirty.
It lives rough
in some hearts
whose faces wear lines
twisted as gravel roads,
which leave honest living
in scars and stretch marks.
Yellow nicotine infected skin
reflecting faded ink
of 40 year old
tattoos
(once dark and pretty,
now stretched and worn
to shreds and threads.)
Netty was one of those women.
She wore
the odd beard hair in grey
and spoke with the
word...
#alcohol
#narrative
#aging
#metaphor
#wisdom
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LOVE POEM
Published
20th Aug 2020 6:58am
20th Aug 2020 6:58am
For the love
In the ghetto streets
of Orange Grove
where the feet
of Jozi's hungry drove
carts of plastic
or paper sheet
Lived the haunting
of a spell binding
prison
in tunnels
unwinding
of Orange Grove
where the feet
of Jozi's hungry drove
carts of plastic
or paper sheet
Lived the haunting
of a spell binding
prison
in tunnels
unwinding
#homelessness
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Jul 2020 7:18pm
27th Jul 2020 7:18pm
Kintsugi
To thine be the glory"
exclaimed the Emporer
"I've taken the binary!"
replied the first lady
"We'll keep her"
voted the public
as they replaced it
in taxes
and invisible clothes
exclaimed the Emporer
"I've taken the binary!"
replied the first lady
"We'll keep her"
voted the public
as they replaced it
in taxes
and invisible clothes
#corruption
#politics
#greed
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