Submissions by Pishashee
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
The writer smiles, ash on their fingers: “Chaos, I borrowed your teeth to bite eternity. Now eat.”
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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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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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
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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
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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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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Jul 2022 6:58pm
10th Jul 2022 6:58pm
Humans
..and think of the
lovely Greeks.
And more so, what
were thier reasons to
tell thier stories.
Pandora would say,
yes there are evils
in the world,
and they sting at you badly.
But isn't it a lovely story,
where through your
pain & misery
of what you found,
just by being human,
that there is hope?
...the story of Paris, and in
his contentment of being
only a shepherd, in a remote
part of the world.
We cannot win for losing.
And yet we...
lovely Greeks.
And more so, what
were thier reasons to
tell thier stories.
Pandora would say,
yes there are evils
in the world,
and they sting at you badly.
But isn't it a lovely story,
where through your
pain & misery
of what you found,
just by being human,
that there is hope?
...the story of Paris, and in
his contentment of being
only a shepherd, in a remote
part of the world.
We cannot win for losing.
And yet we...
#mythology
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Jun 2022 9:17pm
30th Jun 2022 9:17pm
Lunatic Fringe
Understanding the
Lunatic Fringe
In how I felt,
In poetry I was young again
and fashioning the
Muse on Hippocrene
as tulpa, Pegasus?
Was it real?
Did it make any sense?
Waking and remembering
who I am. I wrote it down
as time rode in on
the white sea horse.
Horse not made of myth,
But Horse made
out of consciousness.
Praise the Ancients,
Dare the Lunatic Fringe.
Lunatic Fringe
In how I felt,
In poetry I was young again
and fashioning the
Muse on Hippocrene
as tulpa, Pegasus?
Was it real?
Did it make any sense?
Waking and remembering
who I am. I wrote it down
as time rode in on
the white sea horse.
Horse not made of myth,
But Horse made
out of consciousness.
Praise the Ancients,
Dare the Lunatic Fringe.
#mythology
#mystery
#PopCulture
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