Submissions by RJErbacher
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Look at the sunrise and look at the sunset and Cherish all that lies between them, then after the sun sets and before the sun rises stare at the stars, and Remember.
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Apr 2018 6:28am
20th Apr 2018 6:28am
THE LAST LAUGH
God thinks He’s funny
the way He screws with my life
up there laughing His ass off
dolling out heartache and strife.
Well, we’ll see what happens
when at last I lose life and limb
because when I get to heaven
I’m going to beat the crap out of Him.
the way He screws with my life
up there laughing His ass off
dolling out heartache and strife.
Well, we’ll see what happens
when at last I lose life and limb
because when I get to heaven
I’m going to beat the crap out of Him.
#God
#heaven
#frustration
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1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Apr 2018 3:18am
17th Apr 2018 3:18am
Walking The Dog On An Average Evening
I often stop when out at night
To gaze at stars, their wondrous light
And think of God and his design;
Which path to take, which way is right.
My little dog must think it queer
To wonder why I have paused here
Between the tree and garbage can
Without a fire hydrant near.
He gives his leash a poignant tug
My anxious little fair-haired pug.
Nature’s call has been answered quick;
He longs return to his warm rug.
I clean his mess up off the lawn.
The night grows old, I start to yawn. ...
To gaze at stars, their wondrous light
And think of God and his design;
Which path to take, which way is right.
My little dog must think it queer
To wonder why I have paused here
Between the tree and garbage can
Without a fire hydrant near.
He gives his leash a poignant tug
My anxious little fair-haired pug.
Nature’s call has been answered quick;
He longs return to his warm rug.
I clean his mess up off the lawn.
The night grows old, I start to yawn. ...
#dogs
#nature
#SelfReflection
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Apr 2018 12:23pm
9th Apr 2018 12:23pm
FLEETING MOMENTS
Why can’t life be like
crunchy footsteps in the calm snowfall of a quiet midnight
with the smell of a fireplace wafting from the cabin afore you
the gray chill from the moisture seeping out of a thick afternoon rainstorm
from the safety of a covered porch and the arms of a loved one
the orange sky that diminishes the heat of a late evening summer’s day
as you ride fast with the breeze in your face and nothing real important to do
crunchy footsteps through the golden leaves of an invigorating new dawn
making that warm sweater and...
crunchy footsteps in the calm snowfall of a quiet midnight
with the smell of a fireplace wafting from the cabin afore you
the gray chill from the moisture seeping out of a thick afternoon rainstorm
from the safety of a covered porch and the arms of a loved one
the orange sky that diminishes the heat of a late evening summer’s day
as you ride fast with the breeze in your face and nothing real important to do
crunchy footsteps through the golden leaves of an invigorating new dawn
making that warm sweater and...
#hope
#inspirational
#earth #nature
#earth #nature
444 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Apr 2018 7:32am
8th Apr 2018 7:32am
Questions
what happens when you can’t live up to Mr. Kipling’s “If” list
what do you do when you can’t follow Mr. God’s commandments
how do you function when societies restrictions are too arduous
how do you cope when life sucks the spirit out of every orifice
where can you go when you need a place to hide from everyone
where do you turn when the rat race disqualifies you from the run
when will we be able to get over that wall
when will true love finally conquer all
why does life make you cry
why can’t it be simple
why?
what do you do when you can’t follow Mr. God’s commandments
how do you function when societies restrictions are too arduous
how do you cope when life sucks the spirit out of every orifice
where can you go when you need a place to hide from everyone
where do you turn when the rat race disqualifies you from the run
when will we be able to get over that wall
when will true love finally conquer all
why does life make you cry
why can’t it be simple
why?
#LifeStruggles
#frustration
#confusion
375 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Apr 2018 7:54am
7th Apr 2018 7:54am
While They Sleep
There is more to it then wine
shared with friends
some good ones and others.
When things were fresh
and I was filled with
a head full of dreams
and my hands full of strength
I looked at the world with hope.
I saw goodness in all
and shared it equally
spread my love around,
but that was then.
Now I see it all differently
when a kiss means something else
and hope is as rare as goodness
and I am spent in every way possible;
left with a head full of thorns
and a handful of nails.
So I guess I will take...
shared with friends
some good ones and others.
When things were fresh
and I was filled with
a head full of dreams
and my hands full of strength
I looked at the world with hope.
I saw goodness in all
and shared it equally
spread my love around,
but that was then.
Now I see it all differently
when a kiss means something else
and hope is as rare as goodness
and I am spent in every way possible;
left with a head full of thorns
and a handful of nails.
So I guess I will take...
#love
#LifeStruggles
#humankind #frustration
#humankind #frustration
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EROTIC POEM
Published
6th Apr 2018 12:24pm
6th Apr 2018 12:24pm
Awake Afterwards
Oppressed by constraint and humidity
the room was wrought with the reek of echoing groans
sheets tangled at the foot of the bed
a frustrated pile of laundry.
Outside the dull sodium street light was just enough
to give the room a sorry glow.
And I watched
a bead of sweat track down a mound of her flesh as it slowly rose and fell
in blissful sleep.
It came to rest in a depression of her body that was simply perfect.
And all I wanted to be was a bug-sized man
walking across the desert of her skin to reach that oasis
that perfect...
the room was wrought with the reek of echoing groans
sheets tangled at the foot of the bed
a frustrated pile of laundry.
Outside the dull sodium street light was just enough
to give the room a sorry glow.
And I watched
a bead of sweat track down a mound of her flesh as it slowly rose and fell
in blissful sleep.
It came to rest in a depression of her body that was simply perfect.
And all I wanted to be was a bug-sized man
walking across the desert of her skin to reach that oasis
that perfect...
#sadness
#women
#sex
#beauty
#sleep
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
6th Apr 2018 3:14am
6th Apr 2018 3:14am
Between
Blood still trickled from his open wounds. The taste of the sword gripped in his teeth was foul, the stain of dried black blood on the blade forced him to work at keeping his gorge down. He was without clothes or armor or adornment. Naked with nary a scabbard. Sweat glistened his muscles as they trembled with the struggle. His fingers searched for purchase, toes curling into fissures of the rock face. His belly scraped the roughness of the stones. Slowly he ascended. Maddeningly slow. The walls curved to either side of him forming a vertical tunnel that rose to the light above. He...
#strength
#religion
#spiritual
#monsters
#redemption
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SELF POEM
Published
6th Apr 2018 2:49am
6th Apr 2018 2:49am
The Poet's Lot
A poet is a lonely soul,
with plume and scroll
happily lost in the forest of words.
with plume and scroll
happily lost in the forest of words.
#WritingPoetry
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