Submissions by ReggiePoet (Reggie)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
An inner passion drives me to the pen, not something that I sought, or thought was mine; and it was very late in my life when I found my joy in meter and in rhyme!
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Nov 2018 11:18pm
16th Nov 2018 11:18pm
As I Trod to Town
Twas a frosty morn’ as I trod to town
The path, familiar to my furrowed brow
Against a cold wind, my heated frown,
Annoyed by chill and bearing down,
I stayed my course anyhow!
My reason to venture into the wind—
I have forgotten long years ago.
But through discomfort of self-discipline,
My ego refuses to ever rescind,
‘cause I proudly conquered that snow!
I’ll tell you this story, again and again,
‘till my presence you’ll gladly avoid!
Plain-spoken words with no hint of chagrin ...
The path, familiar to my furrowed brow
Against a cold wind, my heated frown,
Annoyed by chill and bearing down,
I stayed my course anyhow!
My reason to venture into the wind—
I have forgotten long years ago.
But through discomfort of self-discipline,
My ego refuses to ever rescind,
‘cause I proudly conquered that snow!
I’ll tell you this story, again and again,
‘till my presence you’ll gladly avoid!
Plain-spoken words with no hint of chagrin ...
#WritingPoetry
#RobertFrost
446 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Oct 2018 11:15pm
2nd Oct 2018 11:15pm
A Buck
A man is rich in proportion to the number of things he can afford to let alone." --Henry David Thoreau
The early autumn evening air, now warm
Belies the morning's chill upon the pond
The beauty of this day does not conform
To certainty of winter's coming bond.
A buck emerges, stooping for a drink
The rut this year, put off by fall's delay
His calm demeanor shows he does not think
To worry over winter, cold and grey.
The wisdom in this moment, warm and clear
Brings more than fleeting pleasure to my soul
The...
The early autumn evening air, now warm
Belies the morning's chill upon the pond
The beauty of this day does not conform
To certainty of winter's coming bond.
A buck emerges, stooping for a drink
The rut this year, put off by fall's delay
His calm demeanor shows he does not think
To worry over winter, cold and grey.
The wisdom in this moment, warm and clear
Brings more than fleeting pleasure to my soul
The...
#nature
#sonnet
#learning #HenryDavidThoreau
#learning #HenryDavidThoreau
1016 reads
10 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Sep 2018 11:59pm
26th Sep 2018 11:59pm
Curse of Hammurabi
Intensity surrounds this place
Discomfort that I can’t define
An aura that is borne of hate
A loathsome, vile demonic shrine
Nefarious filth linger here
Where decent folk can’t bear to tread
I'm terrorized by coffin’s bier
Or, is that just a desk, instead?
An evil minion rooks my fate—
Invoking Curse of Hammurabi
Intimidating as I wait
In line here, in my bank branch lobby!
Discomfort that I can’t define
An aura that is borne of hate
A loathsome, vile demonic shrine
Nefarious filth linger here
Where decent folk can’t bear to tread
I'm terrorized by coffin’s bier
Or, is that just a desk, instead?
An evil minion rooks my fate—
Invoking Curse of Hammurabi
Intimidating as I wait
In line here, in my bank branch lobby!
#anxiety
#funny
652 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Sep 2018 6:08pm
23rd Sep 2018 6:08pm
The Show Must Go On
The elites of this world play a devious game
Stealing history’s truth for their self-serving aims
As the curtain goes up and their actors appear
Their deception’s effect leaves our minds steeped in fear
We’ve been taught to believe in our system of rule
With no comprehension it’s merely their tool
To distract us away from the battles they wage
The truth of our world is a theater stage!
Now the curtains grow threadbare, with light showing through
Exposing a few of the lies that they spew
But the actors can draw our attention away
By...
Stealing history’s truth for their self-serving aims
As the curtain goes up and their actors appear
Their deception’s effect leaves our minds steeped in fear
We’ve been taught to believe in our system of rule
With no comprehension it’s merely their tool
To distract us away from the battles they wage
The truth of our world is a theater stage!
Now the curtains grow threadbare, with light showing through
Exposing a few of the lies that they spew
But the actors can draw our attention away
By...
#politics
#TruthOfLife
#ArthurRimbaud
784 reads
13 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
12th Sep 2018 2:53am
12th Sep 2018 2:53am
Blue Lotus
Hide away, my psyche
Don’t risk getting feisty
The World won’t understand
Your voice, most likely banned
Wrap it in some verse
Ambiguous or terse
Authority won’t notice
Not unlike Blue Lotus
If you dare to strike a nerve
The nation-state will self-preserve
Except for those who they dismiss
Already on the crazy list
Poetry, Deep Underground
Is, in a word: Profound
The powers who rule over us
Already think that we are nuts!
Don’t risk getting feisty
The World won’t understand
Your voice, most likely banned
Wrap it in some verse
Ambiguous or terse
Authority won’t notice
Not unlike Blue Lotus
If you dare to strike a nerve
The nation-state will self-preserve
Except for those who they dismiss
Already on the crazy list
Poetry, Deep Underground
Is, in a word: Profound
The powers who rule over us
Already think that we are nuts!
#politics
#funny
#WritingPoetry #freedom
#WritingPoetry #freedom
655 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Sep 2018 9:02pm
11th Sep 2018 9:02pm
Secure
Golden Sol has hidden
From an angry purple-orange morn
Revealing feelings now unbidden
A love has died, but who will mourn?
He has not called
She has not spoken
Where they were, once, both enthralled
Now both of them heartbroken
Over oaths they have dissolved
Anger, like a moss, grows thick
in the damp and shade
A hearty cure for those lovesick
At least, that’s what’s displayed
They keep their wounds out of the light
Sunlight will not cure
A better treatment, dry and dark
Cold, but quite secure ...
From an angry purple-orange morn
Revealing feelings now unbidden
A love has died, but who will mourn?
He has not called
She has not spoken
Where they were, once, both enthralled
Now both of them heartbroken
Over oaths they have dissolved
Anger, like a moss, grows thick
in the damp and shade
A hearty cure for those lovesick
At least, that’s what’s displayed
They keep their wounds out of the light
Sunlight will not cure
A better treatment, dry and dark
Cold, but quite secure ...
#sadness
#anger
#breakup
#conflict
#rhyming
618 reads
7 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Sep 2018 10:29pm
5th Sep 2018 10:29pm
The Watchman
The watchman, lonely, in his tower
Is ever vigilant
Awake, alert at every hour
To guard the innocent
He loves his city more than most
He knows what is at stake
He feels no need to brag or boast
To see a safe daybreak
He knows the Vandals prowl about
Lusting for more loot
He sees a flash! He gives the shout!
His pain is most acute!
He staggers, leaning on the wall
But holds his post, and sees
Vandals charging, in assault!
He gasps in disbelief!
The arrow barely missed his heart
His...
Is ever vigilant
Awake, alert at every hour
To guard the innocent
He loves his city more than most
He knows what is at stake
He feels no need to brag or boast
To see a safe daybreak
He knows the Vandals prowl about
Lusting for more loot
He sees a flash! He gives the shout!
His pain is most acute!
He staggers, leaning on the wall
But holds his post, and sees
Vandals charging, in assault!
He gasps in disbelief!
The arrow barely missed his heart
His...
#strength
#courage
#heroic
497 reads
5 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
24th Aug 2018 11:26pm
24th Aug 2018 11:26pm
Crazy
a story, in verse
It was late, and I was done with meetings,
headed for the bar in the hotel.
My worldview was disturbed by a chance greeting
from a beauty who was nuts as hell!
She seemed lost in thought, a bit confused,
and talking to someone who was not there.
She didn’t sound like she had too much booze,
but more like crazy talk, so I took care!
She argued with some fantasy-borne lover
and criticized some fault I didn’t catch.
Their argument got hot, I looked for cover!
She stopped, and turned, and asked...
It was late, and I was done with meetings,
headed for the bar in the hotel.
My worldview was disturbed by a chance greeting
from a beauty who was nuts as hell!
She seemed lost in thought, a bit confused,
and talking to someone who was not there.
She didn’t sound like she had too much booze,
but more like crazy talk, so I took care!
She argued with some fantasy-borne lover
and criticized some fault I didn’t catch.
Their argument got hot, I looked for cover!
She stopped, and turned, and asked...
#funny
#MentalHealth
618 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
18th Aug 2018 5:00pm
18th Aug 2018 5:00pm
Retired!
Grass to mow! It’s too hot!
I don’t know what I thought
When I promised to clean up the lawn
Out of gas! Gotta’ go!
Drag my ass, take some dough
Fill this can, so that I can keep on
I am done! Summer’s heat
from the sun has me beat!
Putrid stench from some dead little rat
In the bed by the walk
under dead flower stalks
What’s the use of my owning a cat?
Thowing up, choke and retch,
"Pick it up!" She’ll kvetch
My old hag doesn’t care that I’m tired
So she’ll bitch and she’ll moan
That old witch surely...
I don’t know what I thought
When I promised to clean up the lawn
Out of gas! Gotta’ go!
Drag my ass, take some dough
Fill this can, so that I can keep on
I am done! Summer’s heat
from the sun has me beat!
Putrid stench from some dead little rat
In the bed by the walk
under dead flower stalks
What’s the use of my owning a cat?
Thowing up, choke and retch,
"Pick it up!" She’ll kvetch
My old hag doesn’t care that I’m tired
So she’ll bitch and she’ll moan
That old witch surely...
#wife
#husband
#funny
#aging
#despair
723 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Jul 2018 10:17pm
29th Jul 2018 10:17pm
I Am
I am your mind—the thoughts of secret sin
now foster hunger that you’ve never felt.
You tremble with excitement from within,
from daring hopes, with which you’ve never dealt!
I am your will—the choices that you make
are yours, alone, none other to be pleased.
You’ll pay for every choice, make no mistake!
By strength of will, the fates shall be appeased!
I am your dreams—desires yet fulfilled;
experiences yet to come to pass!
Subconsciously, your mind seeks to be thrilled,
for which your conscious mind will risk...
now foster hunger that you’ve never felt.
You tremble with excitement from within,
from daring hopes, with which you’ve never dealt!
I am your will—the choices that you make
are yours, alone, none other to be pleased.
You’ll pay for every choice, make no mistake!
By strength of will, the fates shall be appeased!
I am your dreams—desires yet fulfilled;
experiences yet to come to pass!
Subconsciously, your mind seeks to be thrilled,
for which your conscious mind will risk...
#happiness
#identity
540 reads
8 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
17th Jul 2018 3:36am
17th Jul 2018 3:36am
Thunder
Your lightning bolts, as you approach,
still fill us all with wonder!
…until we hear you’re getting close!
Are you the god of thunder?
Flash across the summer sky
with fearsome din, intense!
Then, touch the ground from upon high!
We cower, no defense!
Jupiter, or maybe Thor?
You’ve gone by many names…
The last bolt made me cake my drawers!
…and, now the barn’s aflame!
I pray that you will leave me be
and get on your way!
Damn! You split my Walnut tree!
Celestial horseplay!
...
still fill us all with wonder!
…until we hear you’re getting close!
Are you the god of thunder?
Flash across the summer sky
with fearsome din, intense!
Then, touch the ground from upon high!
We cower, no defense!
Jupiter, or maybe Thor?
You’ve gone by many names…
The last bolt made me cake my drawers!
…and, now the barn’s aflame!
I pray that you will leave me be
and get on your way!
Damn! You split my Walnut tree!
Celestial horseplay!
...
#storm
#wind
#fate
471 reads
4 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Jul 2018 3:26am
16th Jul 2018 3:26am
My Poetry?
As a poet, must I choose one path
to follow? Either sacred, or profane?
If not, then shall I dare to risk the wrath
of those whose sensibilities get strained?
Are my poems art, or entertainment?
Or perhaps, might they be something more?
The act of writing poems is most ancient,
predating everything, but sex and war!
I sit, and drink my brandy, as I ponder
who, the hell, it is I’m writing for?
I think of all the hours that I squander,
would they be better spent on booze and whores?
Such questions are best left for greater...
to follow? Either sacred, or profane?
If not, then shall I dare to risk the wrath
of those whose sensibilities get strained?
Are my poems art, or entertainment?
Or perhaps, might they be something more?
The act of writing poems is most ancient,
predating everything, but sex and war!
I sit, and drink my brandy, as I ponder
who, the hell, it is I’m writing for?
I think of all the hours that I squander,
would they be better spent on booze and whores?
Such questions are best left for greater...
#sonnet
#WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection
950 reads
5 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by ReggiePoet (Reggie)
