Submissions by RabbitJunk
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Father. Father to be. Partner. Lover to She.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2012 2:00am
23rd Feb 2012 2:00am
What does it all mean?
But what does it all mean?" said the boy to his grandfather.
"Well, my lad, meaning is subjective to interpretation."
The boy looked blank.
"Well what does THAT all mean, then?" he asked.
The old man smiled sagely; warmly; knowingly at the boy.
"The first thing you must ask yourself is who am I?
Where do I fit into the plan of my life and of those around me
Whose life plans are affected by my choices. "
The boy chose to look puzzled, which made the old man chuckle.
"People all have there own agendas, desires, needs and feelings
So you are...
"Well, my lad, meaning is subjective to interpretation."
The boy looked blank.
"Well what does THAT all mean, then?" he asked.
The old man smiled sagely; warmly; knowingly at the boy.
"The first thing you must ask yourself is who am I?
Where do I fit into the plan of my life and of those around me
Whose life plans are affected by my choices. "
The boy chose to look puzzled, which made the old man chuckle.
"People all have there own agendas, desires, needs and feelings
So you are...
886 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2012 1:34am
23rd Feb 2012 1:34am
I cannot cry.
I cannot cry.
I do not know why,
But even when I try
There is nothing in my
Soulless puppy dog eye
Staring back at you to say "why?"
But no. I do not cry.
I take no advantage. No, not I.
Sigh....
I do not know why,
But even when I try
There is nothing in my
Soulless puppy dog eye
Staring back at you to say "why?"
But no. I do not cry.
I take no advantage. No, not I.
Sigh....
763 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2012 00:11am
22nd Feb 2012 00:11am
If I knew then.
Where would I be now if I knew then,
What I know now about what and when,
And who and where! Dates and places!
An almanac of names and faces!
The right choices to make to change my path,
The words to say to avert the wrath,
Of a dozen lovers over twenty years,
The tissues readied for the tears.
The questions that would never need asked,
The inquisitions need never be tasked,
As most of my life would not exist,
Many lovers would go unkissed.
My life may be that of another,
As my new choices, one or t'other,
Combine to weave...
What I know now about what and when,
And who and where! Dates and places!
An almanac of names and faces!
The right choices to make to change my path,
The words to say to avert the wrath,
Of a dozen lovers over twenty years,
The tissues readied for the tears.
The questions that would never need asked,
The inquisitions need never be tasked,
As most of my life would not exist,
Many lovers would go unkissed.
My life may be that of another,
As my new choices, one or t'other,
Combine to weave...
758 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
21st Feb 2012 10:39am
21st Feb 2012 10:39am
Dark rainbow
Your loving leaves me the colour of a dark rainbow;
Yellows and purples and blacks and red.
The pot of gold at the end of it, though,
Is worth the trials of you in bed.
Your passion leaves me colourful;
Red and black and blue and yellow.
Unaccustomed as I am to this,
You still leave me a happy fellow.
Days pass by but they can still be seen;
Raised welts, red and bruises, blue.
Each wince when I firmly press,
Serves to remind me that I serve you.
With all this said, it doesn't mean
That the colours you leave cannot be hurtful...
Yellows and purples and blacks and red.
The pot of gold at the end of it, though,
Is worth the trials of you in bed.
Your passion leaves me colourful;
Red and black and blue and yellow.
Unaccustomed as I am to this,
You still leave me a happy fellow.
Days pass by but they can still be seen;
Raised welts, red and bruises, blue.
Each wince when I firmly press,
Serves to remind me that I serve you.
With all this said, it doesn't mean
That the colours you leave cannot be hurtful...
673 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Feb 2012 1:45am
21st Feb 2012 1:45am
But is It art?
"But is it art?" my friend exclaimed!
"Art," says I, "need not be framed!
It can be anything! Look around! "
I cast my gaze upon the ground
Where the vision of my eyes
Landed on three French fries.
They lay there forming a single letter
F! Man! This could be no better!
This alliterate example will seal my case
For to it's transient existence gulls will race
Erasing it so none shall find
Except for those who have kept in mind.
"Art," says I, "need not be framed!
It can be anything! Look around! "
I cast my gaze upon the ground
Where the vision of my eyes
Landed on three French fries.
They lay there forming a single letter
F! Man! This could be no better!
This alliterate example will seal my case
For to it's transient existence gulls will race
Erasing it so none shall find
Except for those who have kept in mind.
696 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
21st Feb 2012 1:20am
21st Feb 2012 1:20am
To do list
To do list for the morning.
Wake up.
Turn off alarming clock.
Waste an hour discussing, in monologue in my head, the benefits of getting out of bed into the cold air of my room.
Enter said cold air.
Find clothes.
Return to bed to put them on.
Wake up.
Turn off emergency back up alarm.
Bemoan my ineptitude in all things relating to rising or rousing my cotton wool headed self towards a state fit to be called a human being.
Wash face and scour teeth in an attempt to become presentable to society then back to bed to let time pass before I need...
Wake up.
Turn off alarming clock.
Waste an hour discussing, in monologue in my head, the benefits of getting out of bed into the cold air of my room.
Enter said cold air.
Find clothes.
Return to bed to put them on.
Wake up.
Turn off emergency back up alarm.
Bemoan my ineptitude in all things relating to rising or rousing my cotton wool headed self towards a state fit to be called a human being.
Wash face and scour teeth in an attempt to become presentable to society then back to bed to let time pass before I need...
701 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Feb 2012 9:48am
20th Feb 2012 9:48am
Layne Staley
Nobody talks of Layne Staley
But they talk of Kurt Cobain daily.
Despite his demise,
Layne opened more eyes,
Yet still gets ignored! That's some fail, eh?
But they talk of Kurt Cobain daily.
Despite his demise,
Layne opened more eyes,
Yet still gets ignored! That's some fail, eh?
1406 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
20th Feb 2012 9:31am
20th Feb 2012 9:31am
Monday
The noise of a thousand seagulls fleeing in terror from a burning kraken in the sky.
Having my eyelids pried open by the the shrieking of the alarm clock, wondering if this is the tail end of a dream or the shattering of an imagination which is already in a fractured state.
Washing my hands in the stream of consciousness and scrubbing my nails with the steel brush of existence.
Parting the curtains to let reality flood in and illuminate my fantasy, revealing it as the sham that it truly is.
Morning has arrived. Oh yes. Here it is right enough.
Too late to take...
Having my eyelids pried open by the the shrieking of the alarm clock, wondering if this is the tail end of a dream or the shattering of an imagination which is already in a fractured state.
Washing my hands in the stream of consciousness and scrubbing my nails with the steel brush of existence.
Parting the curtains to let reality flood in and illuminate my fantasy, revealing it as the sham that it truly is.
Morning has arrived. Oh yes. Here it is right enough.
Too late to take...
793 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
19th Feb 2012 11:00pm
19th Feb 2012 11:00pm
Where did my summer go?
Where did my summer go?
It's gone somewhere I do not know.
For what reason I cannot glean.
For some purpose left unseen.
I took my heart from out my chest
And placed it in your hand to rest.
Into your ears poured my darkest tales
Of past loves lost and epic fails.
All seemed well until the day
Your birthday loomed and you went away
Camping trip, away with your mother
No sign in the photos of you with another.
Yet since your return I've seen you twice,
What'd I do? An explanation would be nice.
It's gone somewhere I do not know.
For what reason I cannot glean.
For some purpose left unseen.
I took my heart from out my chest
And placed it in your hand to rest.
Into your ears poured my darkest tales
Of past loves lost and epic fails.
All seemed well until the day
Your birthday loomed and you went away
Camping trip, away with your mother
No sign in the photos of you with another.
Yet since your return I've seen you twice,
What'd I do? An explanation would be nice.
793 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
19th Feb 2012 10:37pm
19th Feb 2012 10:37pm
Out of sight but not of mind.
I look at the marks upon your legs and wonder how deep the cut really went.
I stare at the crissing and the angry crossing and think of better ways to vent.
The physical marks may fade through time but the mental scars will always stay.
I hope that I can make a mark on you of my own so you can see a better way.
A way of talk, a way of laughter, a way of touching the mind and the flesh and the soul.
Warmer than cold steel and more forgiving than the blade and a better way to fill the hole.
I stare at the crissing and the angry crossing and think of better ways to vent.
The physical marks may fade through time but the mental scars will always stay.
I hope that I can make a mark on you of my own so you can see a better way.
A way of talk, a way of laughter, a way of touching the mind and the flesh and the soul.
Warmer than cold steel and more forgiving than the blade and a better way to fill the hole.
659 reads
0 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by RabbitJunk
