Submissions by Pishashee
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
"One of the heads of the beast seemed to have had a fatal wound, but the fatal wound had been healed. The whole world was filled with wonder and followed the beast." From the book of Revelation... (Steller poetry)
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Nov 2023 4:04am
3rd Nov 2023 4:04am
One page I Write (OPIW)
The darkness
in the business
with the contrast of light,
It never stops.
I make it to 635,
Northbound,
Its got stories;
that stretch of hiway.
Every night,
We keep each other's secrets -
5 minutes to Argentine.
I ask them,
They ask me;
What lead you here?
in the business
with the contrast of light,
It never stops.
I make it to 635,
Northbound,
Its got stories;
that stretch of hiway.
Every night,
We keep each other's secrets -
5 minutes to Argentine.
I ask them,
They ask me;
What lead you here?
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#passion
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SELF POEM
Published
10th Aug 2023 00:14am
10th Aug 2023 00:14am
Faith
I didn't know what path to take. The Will, or the character within me, was still unspoken. So weak. Blind measure, blind means. I knew only of faith. I walked with faith in the dark soft light, forever borrowing her gracious heart for strength. We were lonely in the silence of unspoken things. I did believe. Any path would have lead me.
#uplifting
#philosophical
#symbolism
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Jul 2023 1:27am
9th Jul 2023 1:27am
Radical Clown
Eastside edition
I remember thinking how
I wanted to be different.
I didn't want to teach moral code;
i didn't know if i had any,
per se, as an underlying current,
although, it could be
effective in that manner,
if the science is proven,
or, if the critical thinking
would occur, on the whole.
You can get anything down
at Moe's: candied cigarettes,
cinnamon square-heads,
a pint of whiskey at 4 in the morning.
Yea, its on that side of town.
We're all lonely here. ...
I remember thinking how
I wanted to be different.
I didn't want to teach moral code;
i didn't know if i had any,
per se, as an underlying current,
although, it could be
effective in that manner,
if the science is proven,
or, if the critical thinking
would occur, on the whole.
You can get anything down
at Moe's: candied cigarettes,
cinnamon square-heads,
a pint of whiskey at 4 in the morning.
Yea, its on that side of town.
We're all lonely here. ...
#uplifting
#luck
#meditation
#wisdom
#PersonalGrowth
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2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Jun 2023 8:49am
30th Jun 2023 8:49am
angelfish misinformed
Going into the world,
as
such
a
fish
that have fin spines,
and swim bladders without ducks,
I wanted to know the study of
Dao
(ism)s
and how the philosophy
unfolds, and finds
(within you) itself
as you take the journey.
Sometimes the still waters,
Sometimes still the storm.
as
such
a
fish
that have fin spines,
and swim bladders without ducks,
I wanted to know the study of
Dao
(ism)s
and how the philosophy
unfolds, and finds
(within you) itself
as you take the journey.
Sometimes the still waters,
Sometimes still the storm.
#birth
#water
#shadows #LifeCycle
#shadows #LifeCycle
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2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th May 2023 10:17am
28th May 2023 10:17am
Can ya believe it...
The last thing
I remember hearing is,
"don't put the banana in the Ice Box."
The next thing I know,
we were in Springfield.
I remember hearing is,
"don't put the banana in the Ice Box."
The next thing I know,
we were in Springfield.
#passion
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th May 2023 6:38pm
10th May 2023 6:38pm
Life as Subtle Art
In Man's undertone,
he says this,
but I feel that,
here's the good part,
here's the bad part,
all written within us
waiting to be filled
with a language
that describes
the pleasure and pain
of our existence,
today only a breath,
but I do not hold it,
for what is the use of the Passion,
I pass through the experience.
he says this,
but I feel that,
here's the good part,
here's the bad part,
all written within us
waiting to be filled
with a language
that describes
the pleasure and pain
of our existence,
today only a breath,
but I do not hold it,
for what is the use of the Passion,
I pass through the experience.
#learning
#wisdom
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Jan 2023 11:10pm
19th Jan 2023 11:10pm
The Good Omen
It was in the moment
the longest I had
ever seen flying
through the blackness
Inside my heart
I felt its offering, running,
I stretched out my hand
and touched the poetry of it.
the longest I had
ever seen flying
through the blackness
Inside my heart
I felt its offering, running,
I stretched out my hand
and touched the poetry of it.
#nature
#epic
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Dec 2022 1:02am
25th Dec 2022 1:02am
The Train Assist
It's Christmas eve,
Im waiting alongside
the RR tracks,
tucked away, and
a far distance from
the bustles of December.
The snow is quiet,
there are gobs of robins
looking for berries
as my company kept,
like little holiday
shoppers packed
in and around the thickets,
singing Carol of the Bells,
Joyous, I suddenly hear
the toll of the giant
rolling toward the coordinates,
I look up to see the
Locomotive bending
around the steel rails,
slow to an end,
...
Im waiting alongside
the RR tracks,
tucked away, and
a far distance from
the bustles of December.
The snow is quiet,
there are gobs of robins
looking for berries
as my company kept,
like little holiday
shoppers packed
in and around the thickets,
singing Carol of the Bells,
Joyous, I suddenly hear
the toll of the giant
rolling toward the coordinates,
I look up to see the
Locomotive bending
around the steel rails,
slow to an end,
...
#travel
#passion
#trains #job
#trains #job
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6 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
12th Dec 2022 6:31pm
12th Dec 2022 6:31pm
Everyday the Sunrise
I am with my comforting flock,
out - through - out the city
we fly on stained wings,
and with a broken heart,
feeling old as we tarry in the fields
each day I know the sunrise,
all around the merchant's square,
we drive going back and forth
colors moving through each part
of the loop as the sun falls
in a disguise my treasure
lay deep in the shadows
left behind in a strange land
where I know nothing at all,
trapped in the ambitious mind
never to live any legend
...
out - through - out the city
we fly on stained wings,
and with a broken heart,
feeling old as we tarry in the fields
each day I know the sunrise,
all around the merchant's square,
we drive going back and forth
colors moving through each part
of the loop as the sun falls
in a disguise my treasure
lay deep in the shadows
left behind in a strange land
where I know nothing at all,
trapped in the ambitious mind
never to live any legend
...
#strength
#courage
#tolerance
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Oct 2022 6:16am
5th Oct 2022 6:16am
Humans & Hurricanes
I once reversed
a hurricane,
using only my mind.
I remembered
brainstorming,
myself in kind.
a hurricane,
using only my mind.
I remembered
brainstorming,
myself in kind.
#happiness
#strength
#success
305 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Sep 2022 10:03pm
24th Sep 2022 10:03pm
The Handyman
The drawer
pull needed
fixing —
I said let me
help you
Charlie
he said no.
I don't want to
complain about
Charlie being
slow, but
yesterday,
he went out
to the garage
for a little screw,
and was gone
for hours &
hours
the old pro.
pull needed
fixing —
I said let me
help you
Charlie
he said no.
I don't want to
complain about
Charlie being
slow, but
yesterday,
he went out
to the garage
for a little screw,
and was gone
for hours &
hours
the old pro.
#nostalgia
350 reads
5 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Jul 2022 3:02pm
13th Jul 2022 3:02pm
Sunflowers of Chernobyl
Im grateful for the
sunflowers of Chernobyl,
whose will I cannot bend.
Just by being
here and standing
in all the negative
energy of our soils,
and growing —
returning beauty
to the atmosphere.
sunflowers of Chernobyl,
whose will I cannot bend.
Just by being
here and standing
in all the negative
energy of our soils,
and growing —
returning beauty
to the atmosphere.
#flowers
#nature
#gratitude
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