Submissions by RevolutionAL (Alistair Plint)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
poe-tree is my home, away from home. I scribble a hell of a lot. some I put here / some I don't. depends how I feel on the day!
What Point?
The little heads
lay sleeping
in my bed
(half a snore each)
they tend to do that
when these crazy
cold viruses
hit them
sideways
They bring them
home from school
School is a hot topic
slouching in the top of
my limited intellect
and I love the
half snore
I can sit here
spraying my thoughts
on leaves in
color; freely
I can hear
they are innocuous
Damn lucky we are
that they are
healthy; Things in the
hometown are rough
the...
lay sleeping
in my bed
(half a snore each)
they tend to do that
when these crazy
cold viruses
hit them
sideways
They bring them
home from school
School is a hot topic
slouching in the top of
my limited intellect
and I love the
half snore
I can sit here
spraying my thoughts
on leaves in
color; freely
I can hear
they are innocuous
Damn lucky we are
that they are
healthy; Things in the
hometown are rough
the...
#children
#parent
#LifeStruggles
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The End [Part Two]
Depressive Growth
Macrobiotic
passionate indignant
injury
blending esoterically
in our core
and it haemorrhages
Discharge
in fine fettle
before it extinguishes
through disintegration
like a static implosion
through
earnest
melancholy
Macrobiotic
passionate indignant
injury
blending esoterically
in our core
and it haemorrhages
Discharge
in fine fettle
before it extinguishes
through disintegration
like a static implosion
through
earnest
melancholy
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The End [Part One.]
Discussing Anguish
So ostensibly
the good book
delivered the law
of the process
It vowed that
to fulfil the covenant
He (the man)
would leave his
Father and Mother
and meet her
(the woman)
They would become
one (singular)
flesh.
This is why
grief
does not only
apply to death
or why we
might feel
like a limb
is AWOL
Walking in circles
in the pitch black
hole
But misery is
temporary
just easier
to deal...
So ostensibly
the good book
delivered the law
of the process
It vowed that
to fulfil the covenant
He (the man)
would leave his
Father and Mother
and meet her
(the woman)
They would become
one (singular)
flesh.
This is why
grief
does not only
apply to death
or why we
might feel
like a limb
is AWOL
Walking in circles
in the pitch black
hole
But misery is
temporary
just easier
to deal...
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10 Comments
Dedicated To The Passage.
The coffee pot is empty
the lingering
after breath
is as good as the
freshly brewed
steam
that filled this kitchen’s
early morning air
Hear her coming
heels
give her away
Playing the wooden staircase
like a percussion instrument
Perfectly timed
bass doubles
sing
her welcome
While weltering
winter leaves
spread across
the frosty ground
whistle
the announcement
of her arrival
The cat hides, behind the door
...
the lingering
after breath
is as good as the
freshly brewed
steam
that filled this kitchen’s
early morning air
Hear her coming
heels
give her away
Playing the wooden staircase
like a percussion instrument
Perfectly timed
bass doubles
sing
her welcome
While weltering
winter leaves
spread across
the frosty ground
whistle
the announcement
of her arrival
The cat hides, behind the door
...
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4 Comments
Tramp Stamp .
It was; completely
surprising
Just happened
drinking your words
a passion
an addiction
Discussing them
ended
(can’t explain that)
live them
wear them
like
ink
Well designed
and
forever
-x-
surprising
Just happened
drinking your words
a passion
an addiction
Discussing them
ended
(can’t explain that)
live them
wear them
like
ink
Well designed
and
forever
-x-
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7 Comments
I can’t find a plural for the word “you”.
If we
just
lay it out
on a table
The truth would be
something as ridiculous
as you stole
my marriage
[and I loved it]
I’d do it again too…
over
and
over
It’s most likely
that my pen
wrote the future
in a history context
I’m not claiming to be Houdini
but
she’d have stayed
if I never met you
or
studied your panties
while I
wrote
her goddam
end
You’re just a bucket of lust
that’s why I love
you
Then again
I don’t write the truth
I do...
just
lay it out
on a table
The truth would be
something as ridiculous
as you stole
my marriage
[and I loved it]
I’d do it again too…
over
and
over
It’s most likely
that my pen
wrote the future
in a history context
I’m not claiming to be Houdini
but
she’d have stayed
if I never met you
or
studied your panties
while I
wrote
her goddam
end
You’re just a bucket of lust
that’s why I love
you
Then again
I don’t write the truth
I do...
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birds with a penis .
Let me tell you
a little something
about the precious little
bees
doing all that
buzzing and pollen
collecting
Looking for the pretty flowers
flexing their shoulders
with the powers
in their
hormone detectors
At some stage
They raise their butts
[Oh yes they do!]
and then they
Sting!
Just before they
Die
Maybe us
the men in this
unruly world
need to quit
doing the pollen collecting
flexing our shoulders ...
a little something
about the precious little
bees
doing all that
buzzing and pollen
collecting
Looking for the pretty flowers
flexing their shoulders
with the powers
in their
hormone detectors
At some stage
They raise their butts
[Oh yes they do!]
and then they
Sting!
Just before they
Die
Maybe us
the men in this
unruly world
need to quit
doing the pollen collecting
flexing our shoulders ...
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Monster .
You.
You shiver
my mind;
quiver
my intellect,
and
tremor my
imagination.
And you do it -
you, do it
so well.
With-just-one-word...
“ R a p e ”
.
Author note:
This...
You shiver
my mind;
quiver
my intellect,
and
tremor my
imagination.
And you do it -
you, do it
so well.
With-just-one-word...
“ R a p e ”
.
Author note:
This...
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Rock Hard Heart .
She stole my rock
on a Saturday
Cracked the code
that Sunday
Unwrapped the Kevlar
on Monday
and dropped it
Shattered fragments
of ore and core
rock and quarts
scattered across
the floor
Leaving
that
familiar
fading
away
It takes years
to build
a rock hard
heart
Minutes to mine it
Seconds to crush
into powder
No time
at all
to sweep up
and
discard
[.]
on a Saturday
Cracked the code
that Sunday
Unwrapped the Kevlar
on Monday
and dropped it
Shattered fragments
of ore and core
rock and quarts
scattered across
the floor
Leaving
that
familiar
fading
away
It takes years
to build
a rock hard
heart
Minutes to mine it
Seconds to crush
into powder
No time
at all
to sweep up
and
discard
[.]
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A Stain On The Reading Jacket .
There is a bullet
in the
chamber
The lazer sights
have a carefully placed
red dot
focussed on my temple
(it burns like a farmyard branding)
I'm man enough
to take the bullet
coward enough
to leave the spawn
father-less
Wise enough to know
this bullet
won't shoot straight
It will maze
meander
through an eccentric
labyrinth
turn wrong
towards
a two year old
heart
killing an ...
in the
chamber
The lazer sights
have a carefully placed
red dot
focussed on my temple
(it burns like a farmyard branding)
I'm man enough
to take the bullet
coward enough
to leave the spawn
father-less
Wise enough to know
this bullet
won't shoot straight
It will maze
meander
through an eccentric
labyrinth
turn wrong
towards
a two year old
heart
killing an ...
#parent
#LifeStruggles
#parody
#support
#separation
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la dernière chanson d' amour [ With Whitewand6]
block all the rivers
arrest their flow
see it twirl brine
shut down the sea
let the waves die slow
listen to the howl
of ageless secrets
hold the breeze back
watch the flocks collide
headlong without a sound
cover the sun
in a blanket
black as
the habits of nuns
hear the neigh of
the four horses
watch us
wilt
on our earth
allow us to
seep
light set in the motion
within the darkness
celebrate ...
arrest their flow
see it twirl brine
shut down the sea
let the waves die slow
listen to the howl
of ageless secrets
hold the breeze back
watch the flocks collide
headlong without a sound
cover the sun
in a blanket
black as
the habits of nuns
hear the neigh of
the four horses
watch us
wilt
on our earth
allow us to
seep
light set in the motion
within the darkness
celebrate ...
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17 Comments
Tapping Feet And Heels-Pointing-Toes.
These silenced walls
barren
Each flaking
plaster
patch
begs
release
from
the bricks
behind
The paint
is taint
too
A walk through
the door
and
a quick glance
back
at a book
published
in sixty four
Those were the
Brian Adams’
days
Who needs horror
when
the music
is an
original
score
[.]...
barren
Each flaking
plaster
patch
begs
release
from
the bricks
behind
The paint
is taint
too
A walk through
the door
and
a quick glance
back
at a book
published
in sixty four
Those were the
Brian Adams’
days
Who needs horror
when
the music
is an
original
score
[.]...
#identity
#beauty
#politics
#consumerism
#art
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