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!
wild west some days
sat up in the explosion
tasting corrosion
smelling rust
eyes refusing to bleed
another dreamer defeated
eroded in coffee creamer
watching young nights
get older, in exhaled smoke
filling rooms
through reflections
of refractions
from laptop night lights
facing a full length mirror
existing in a wooden box
without any serious locks
cracks
won't deny anything - either
the paint work, a disaster
better served as plain plaster
the years
tattooed
like...
tasting corrosion
smelling rust
eyes refusing to bleed
another dreamer defeated
eroded in coffee creamer
watching young nights
get older, in exhaled smoke
filling rooms
through reflections
of refractions
from laptop night lights
facing a full length mirror
existing in a wooden box
without any serious locks
cracks
won't deny anything - either
the paint work, a disaster
better served as plain plaster
the years
tattooed
like...
#LifeStruggles
#narrative
#MentalHealth
#aging
#metaphor
238 reads
2 Comments
This Girl Is On Fire
Well I'm Pascal
you know me
the alter ego of Ali P
I'm fire and ice
desire at a price
and after hours
I come out, carefree
My favorite song
is Alicia Keys
I do prefer demin
but there must be a thong
my Jimmy Choos
are burgundy
(shoes with divinity)
In winter I get
to wear a coat
and scarf
suspenders
and my bra
that's when
rooms gets warm
because baby
I transform
into hell fire
(a girl of desire)
shopping is a blast ...
you know me
the alter ego of Ali P
I'm fire and ice
desire at a price
and after hours
I come out, carefree
My favorite song
is Alicia Keys
I do prefer demin
but there must be a thong
my Jimmy Choos
are burgundy
(shoes with divinity)
In winter I get
to wear a coat
and scarf
suspenders
and my bra
that's when
rooms gets warm
because baby
I transform
into hell fire
(a girl of desire)
shopping is a blast ...
#husband
#funny
#metaphor
229 reads
2 Comments
goosebumps facing the anesthetist
in the sounds
of wheels
on the bed of steel
resounding through
hollow echoes
of quiet halls
between
I. C. U.
and
I'll see you
soon
filling the sanitized air
that hard lump in the
throat
brimming yet
vacant
strapped to the
white sheet
wired to VAD*
-yet protesting
flat in supine
glaring at surgical light
counting to nine
fighting the night
heart racing
to a state of chilled
euphoric flight
of wheels
on the bed of steel
resounding through
hollow echoes
of quiet halls
between
I. C. U.
and
I'll see you
soon
filling the sanitized air
that hard lump in the
throat
brimming yet
vacant
strapped to the
white sheet
wired to VAD*
-yet protesting
flat in supine
glaring at surgical light
counting to nine
fighting the night
heart racing
to a state of chilled
euphoric flight
#dark
#home
#emotional #StreamOfConsciousness
#emotional #StreamOfConsciousness
242 reads
Of 2022
filled our minds
with words
from books
seems leaders
never read
not once before
in history
not once before
in history
did either side
win the war;
not even.in their head
with words
from books
seems leaders
never read
not once before
in history
not once before
in history
did either side
win the war;
not even.in their head
#war
#peace
511 reads
3 Comments
stories that began as something else and then
sometimes
you need to punch doors
to make a point
spelling vulnerability
in hand crafted
street art
confidence
isn't everything it was
cracked up to be
just as
faking it till you make it
is just a cliché'
used by people
who haven't made it
to make you feel
inadequate
...
you need to punch doors
to make a point
spelling vulnerability
in hand crafted
street art
confidence
isn't everything it was
cracked up to be
just as
faking it till you make it
is just a cliché'
used by people
who haven't made it
to make you feel
inadequate
...
#nature
#narrative
#PowerOfWords
#magic
#metaphor
275 reads
5 Comments
Smoke Signals
I'm leaving a Long stemmed
rose and Acorn
on the table at the coffee shoppe'
with a note pad and pen
Yet again
in the hope
as a clock work orange
was Left next to
majnun's twist
that you'll consider
smoke rings in the Atmosphere
a reason to
build a bonfire
or try morse code
to Call home
with finger in the air
like e.t.
On Not The Average Communication Tower
or a flying bicycle
Making kinetic...
rose and Acorn
on the table at the coffee shoppe'
with a note pad and pen
Yet again
in the hope
as a clock work orange
was Left next to
majnun's twist
that you'll consider
smoke rings in the Atmosphere
a reason to
build a bonfire
or try morse code
to Call home
with finger in the air
like e.t.
On Not The Average Communication Tower
or a flying bicycle
Making kinetic...
#friendship
#books
312 reads
Corroboration Station
The jury wants the
death penalty
We've got information
packed behind
a murder for hire case
He moves weight
and the distro
hit out for coffee
twenty two
days ago
There's DNA
A 9mm seed planted
in the refrigerator
Three empty
coke bags
hiding in the
underwear drawer
and a burner
in his...
death penalty
We've got information
packed behind
a murder for hire case
He moves weight
and the distro
hit out for coffee
twenty two
days ago
There's DNA
A 9mm seed planted
in the refrigerator
Three empty
coke bags
hiding in the
underwear drawer
and a burner
in his...
#narrative
557 reads
4 Comments
Je T'aime
The sun
spills pettles
accross
her canvass
Legs
bound
in four
strands
Knotted
like the french
plait
in her hair
Heart beats
against my cheeks
as a side drum
waiting for
a trombone
to sound
Fingers entwined
having worked
an honest day
holding on
as if
there will never be
a time
to let go
Her breath
whispering
over skin
in a harmony
that
settles choirs
...
spills pettles
accross
her canvass
Legs
bound
in four
strands
Knotted
like the french
plait
in her hair
Heart beats
against my cheeks
as a side drum
waiting for
a trombone
to sound
Fingers entwined
having worked
an honest day
holding on
as if
there will never be
a time
to let go
Her breath
whispering
over skin
in a harmony
that
settles choirs
...
#love
#ILoveYou
#identity
#lover
#TruthOfLife
1027 reads
10 Comments
With A Click Of A Finger
The morning rumble
spilling from the
coffee grinder
surrounding
smells
of freshly baked
treats
had me returning
I sat on the same stool
at the round Stainless Steel table.
Bit into croissant
sipped on java
looked into crisp
morning mist
planned the day.
I used to sit behind a laptop
in the old days.
These days, I wouldn't cary
a bulky thing like that
around.
Today I'm thinking ...
spilling from the
coffee grinder
surrounding
smells
of freshly baked
treats
had me returning
I sat on the same stool
at the round Stainless Steel table.
Bit into croissant
sipped on java
looked into crisp
morning mist
planned the day.
I used to sit behind a laptop
in the old days.
These days, I wouldn't cary
a bulky thing like that
around.
Today I'm thinking ...
#love
#family
#LifeGoals
#SelfReflection
#metaphor
635 reads
8 Comments
The Soft Serve Van.
It plays the most ridiculous
annologue
badly recorded tune
That ice cream van
doing the rounds
on a Sunday morning
The business side of my brain
shudders when
adding the costs
of fuel
maintenance
a living wage
against the price of a cone
(Have to remind myself that not all business plans
are filled with logic and reason)
But the kids and I have turned
the 9H45 ...
annologue
badly recorded tune
That ice cream van
doing the rounds
on a Sunday morning
The business side of my brain
shudders when
adding the costs
of fuel
maintenance
a living wage
against the price of a cone
(Have to remind myself that not all business plans
are filled with logic and reason)
But the kids and I have turned
the 9H45 ...
#spiritual
#LifeCycle
#metaphor
508 reads
6 Comments
Quatern : Words In Walls
Walls flaking plaster, singing rhetoric
they're undecided, in thier songs
asking for hotdogs, they want cake
leaving us gazing at interior paint.
It's incomprehensible, musical score
walls flaking plaster, singing rhetoric
we've lived through chores, many more,
while the choice was intact, long before.
spoken words, wisdom from inner walls
bricks having held the foundation of
walls flaking plaster, singing rhetoric
chorusing in suezified rhythmic choirs.
fires burn slow from cavities smoking
smouldering, and...
they're undecided, in thier songs
asking for hotdogs, they want cake
leaving us gazing at interior paint.
It's incomprehensible, musical score
walls flaking plaster, singing rhetoric
we've lived through chores, many more,
while the choice was intact, long before.
spoken words, wisdom from inner walls
bricks having held the foundation of
walls flaking plaster, singing rhetoric
chorusing in suezified rhythmic choirs.
fires burn slow from cavities smoking
smouldering, and...
#LifeAsAWriter
470 reads
The Bedroom Eruption
windows raining precipitation
rattling with eagar thunder
distraught in
each lightning bolt
winds wirling
forming a tornado
as the queen size bed
spins
at 350 km an hour
it hits her
toes curl
nails embossed in the pillow
hair dancing in rain
as that cyclone
blows covers, rope, toys, and panties
accross the bedroom floor
to rest
in hail stones
amongst the pictures
from the wall
ornaments from the shelves
and a cracked ...
rattling with eagar thunder
distraught in
each lightning bolt
winds wirling
forming a tornado
as the queen size bed
spins
at 350 km an hour
it hits her
toes curl
nails embossed in the pillow
hair dancing in rain
as that cyclone
blows covers, rope, toys, and panties
accross the bedroom floor
to rest
in hail stones
amongst the pictures
from the wall
ornaments from the shelves
and a cracked ...
#storm
#metaphor
525 reads
11 Comments
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