Submissions by RobAzza
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Rob Azevedo is a writer and radio host from Manchester NH. He has a new book out called "Notes From The Last Breath Farm: A Music Junkies Quest To Be Heard."
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Aug 2020 9:32pm
29th Aug 2020 9:32pm
Kids In Cages
That little girl's tears are screaming,
and the boy, the one who isn't old
enough to grow hair on his arms,
his innards are enflamed with terror.
The eyes on that toddler, the one
in the baby blue shirt gripping the cage
with one-inch fingers that are now
turning blue, his heart is crying,
day and night, night and day,
for Mama.
Those two sisters, the ones with bare feet
and dark circles under their eyes, they
were just cornered by four teenaged boys,
bent on taking their anger out on someone.
That...
and the boy, the one who isn't old
enough to grow hair on his arms,
his innards are enflamed with terror.
The eyes on that toddler, the one
in the baby blue shirt gripping the cage
with one-inch fingers that are now
turning blue, his heart is crying,
day and night, night and day,
for Mama.
Those two sisters, the ones with bare feet
and dark circles under their eyes, they
were just cornered by four teenaged boys,
bent on taking their anger out on someone.
That...
#FeelingTrapped
#culture
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Aug 2020 6:06pm
19th Aug 2020 6:06pm
Finger The Vein
only the cursed doubt
the thickness of their bloodline,
whilst the revered whisper behind
broken backs with blazing clarity
all the mistaken parables of
so-called Paradise, now
doused with heated veins,
encased with worn pelts
and high-waters,
ravaged by the caustic winds of
honey and rage, the doubters
finger their veins for a pulse,
as those with high-regard
frolic aimlessly among the
crimson tides of love and hope,
mournfully passing by the downhearted.
the thickness of their bloodline,
whilst the revered whisper behind
broken backs with blazing clarity
all the mistaken parables of
so-called Paradise, now
doused with heated veins,
encased with worn pelts
and high-waters,
ravaged by the caustic winds of
honey and rage, the doubters
finger their veins for a pulse,
as those with high-regard
frolic aimlessly among the
crimson tides of love and hope,
mournfully passing by the downhearted.
#confusion
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1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Aug 2020 8:55pm
17th Aug 2020 8:55pm
Cute Left Town
no, no....don't do that.
don't curl your teeth with girlish twang
cute left town years ago.
no, not that, don't do that either.
don't pout deliberately, begging for favor from strangers.
your backsides not as high as it used to be.
no, love, please, don't do that.
don't float about on broken wings.
your feet don't fly like they used too.
mercy, no, what is that you're doing now?
that bed of feathers you once adorned is now filled with flames.
rise out of the past, make friends with your leathery...
don't curl your teeth with girlish twang
cute left town years ago.
no, not that, don't do that either.
don't pout deliberately, begging for favor from strangers.
your backsides not as high as it used to be.
no, love, please, don't do that.
don't float about on broken wings.
your feet don't fly like they used too.
mercy, no, what is that you're doing now?
that bed of feathers you once adorned is now filled with flames.
rise out of the past, make friends with your leathery...
#MovingOn
451 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Aug 2020 6:05pm
13th Aug 2020 6:05pm
Turning On The Wasp
From the gallows I emerge
dwarfed by fading grace,
pawing at the earth's cruel conscience,
unwilling, at first, to counter
the swarming
wasps viciously sucking
at my fragile dome,
needling my eyes with venomous
stout, eager to brake from the chains
of indulgence, I soon turn
on the wasp
and pin it's chocking greed
to a bloody cross stained with sin,
draining the heathen
of its flaming footprints
as it sinks deep into
the oiled earth, wingless
and diseased.
dwarfed by fading grace,
pawing at the earth's cruel conscience,
unwilling, at first, to counter
the swarming
wasps viciously sucking
at my fragile dome,
needling my eyes with venomous
stout, eager to brake from the chains
of indulgence, I soon turn
on the wasp
and pin it's chocking greed
to a bloody cross stained with sin,
draining the heathen
of its flaming footprints
as it sinks deep into
the oiled earth, wingless
and diseased.
#hope
#earth
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1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Aug 2020 1:35pm
11th Aug 2020 1:35pm
Waves of Love
Shoeless, maybe,
with only cotton in his pockets,
a rowdy toenail hanging
awkwardly from out of a sandal
once worn
by his late uncle,
he slides headlong
into the tide as dusk fades
in slants across his bookish
ass, now damp with sand
from the Atlantis breakers.
You study his determined grin as he
mounts his sled and
gasps for fresh breath, pounding
at the current, his mouth
washed with salt, his bulbous
nose thrashed in the cutting sea,
as you wait and watch
curling your toes into the sand, ...
with only cotton in his pockets,
a rowdy toenail hanging
awkwardly from out of a sandal
once worn
by his late uncle,
he slides headlong
into the tide as dusk fades
in slants across his bookish
ass, now damp with sand
from the Atlantis breakers.
You study his determined grin as he
mounts his sled and
gasps for fresh breath, pounding
at the current, his mouth
washed with salt, his bulbous
nose thrashed in the cutting sea,
as you wait and watch
curling your toes into the sand, ...
#FallingInLove
#FirstLove
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3 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Aug 2020 3:47pm
5th Aug 2020 3:47pm
Cosmic Debris
My face is full of your cosmic debris,
cemented deep into the fabric of my being
you embrace and shock the masses
with covert power and wonder,
with crushing prowess,
with resilience to myth
or wealth.
Silently, you dictate my disposition,
mining your way into my consciousnesses,
deepening the well of endearment
while strengthening the will
of all created
here and beyond.
Whether we like it or not.
cemented deep into the fabric of my being
you embrace and shock the masses
with covert power and wonder,
with crushing prowess,
with resilience to myth
or wealth.
Silently, you dictate my disposition,
mining your way into my consciousnesses,
deepening the well of endearment
while strengthening the will
of all created
here and beyond.
Whether we like it or not.
#universe
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Aug 2020 10:44pm
4th Aug 2020 10:44pm
You See Me
All you rank strangers
dragged and whipped about,
you don't deserve my tears,
they will boil first before I
set gaze upon your broken
smiles as you whisper
and hint at my rotten luck.
You see the birthmarks of
my sins, the scars that flame
from my bloodless arms,
my buckled knees, my chinless
jaw, you see!
You see me faded
out, licking the curb at midnight,
fighting the nod as quarters
fly faceless into the ruined gutter
beneath my empty cup.
You see me there
in your nightmares, ...
dragged and whipped about,
you don't deserve my tears,
they will boil first before I
set gaze upon your broken
smiles as you whisper
and hint at my rotten luck.
You see the birthmarks of
my sins, the scars that flame
from my bloodless arms,
my buckled knees, my chinless
jaw, you see!
You see me faded
out, licking the curb at midnight,
fighting the nod as quarters
fly faceless into the ruined gutter
beneath my empty cup.
You see me there
in your nightmares, ...
#homelessness
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2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
30th Jul 2020 9:47pm
30th Jul 2020 9:47pm
Never Again
The flowing gown of our
barren past lays in ruin beneath
a broken shell of skin and bone,
evading all love, will, hope, desire
-- the crux of our faded glory --
for I claim you
only to lose you,
and love you
only to watch you burn
as my spine rips from gilded cage
and blackheads burst
across my squandered knees, crying,
"Never again! Never!"
Until the next time.
barren past lays in ruin beneath
a broken shell of skin and bone,
evading all love, will, hope, desire
-- the crux of our faded glory --
for I claim you
only to lose you,
and love you
only to watch you burn
as my spine rips from gilded cage
and blackheads burst
across my squandered knees, crying,
"Never again! Never!"
Until the next time.
#breakup
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3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
29th Jul 2020 6:18pm
29th Jul 2020 6:18pm
FEAR
I don't ignore you, I fear you.
You want to call it ego?
Go for it.
Want to say I'm jammed up
and stuck on my own jive?
Go ahead, sister.
call me a curse
call me a fink
call me beggar
call me a twink.
Let it rip, let it roar,
let you words beat me for what
I came for.
You! You! You!
I came for you,
you dagger loving demon.
you callous minks of wonder.
you delicious morsel of cocoa.
I'm inflamed with jealousy
I'll tongue your toes
I'll eat out the cheese
because
never and not, I...
You want to call it ego?
Go for it.
Want to say I'm jammed up
and stuck on my own jive?
Go ahead, sister.
call me a curse
call me a fink
call me beggar
call me a twink.
Let it rip, let it roar,
let you words beat me for what
I came for.
You! You! You!
I came for you,
you dagger loving demon.
you callous minks of wonder.
you delicious morsel of cocoa.
I'm inflamed with jealousy
I'll tongue your toes
I'll eat out the cheese
because
never and not, I...
#relationships
378 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
28th Jul 2020 3:29pm
28th Jul 2020 3:29pm
Hammer's Touch
Monday arrives with a hammers touch,
ready to scorch this fair earth
in which I wallow on this dewy humid morn.
My mouth is dry as a litter box and
equally foul as I wash the night from my
tongue and gums and fall headlong into
the shower as the water boils at my awkward frame.
Unwilling to bend towards the light,
I mop, wash and dab at my pits
and cracks as I finger my memories
for pleasure and bark at the black thoughts
crowning my mood with a rack of poisonous thorns.
While every shallow echo of the weekend
comes roaring back...
ready to scorch this fair earth
in which I wallow on this dewy humid morn.
My mouth is dry as a litter box and
equally foul as I wash the night from my
tongue and gums and fall headlong into
the shower as the water boils at my awkward frame.
Unwilling to bend towards the light,
I mop, wash and dab at my pits
and cracks as I finger my memories
for pleasure and bark at the black thoughts
crowning my mood with a rack of poisonous thorns.
While every shallow echo of the weekend
comes roaring back...
#morning
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SELF POEM
Published
27th Jul 2020 1:14pm
27th Jul 2020 1:14pm
Cooked Me Well
You cooked me well, good sir,
with fragments of fire born from lust.
Twisted and torpedoed throughout my loins,
the crushing sense of wonder fails to wane
even on the most deserted of nights.
When hollowed sounds of skipping toads
break the silent grip of shuttered night,
and when the gallops cease to kick
at the token-eyed sparrow
twisting about my latest plight,
till then I confess my allegiance
to each brilliant sky, dawn or midnight.
For it is the stars that truly own me.
Not even myself.
with fragments of fire born from lust.
Twisted and torpedoed throughout my loins,
the crushing sense of wonder fails to wane
even on the most deserted of nights.
When hollowed sounds of skipping toads
break the silent grip of shuttered night,
and when the gallops cease to kick
at the token-eyed sparrow
twisting about my latest plight,
till then I confess my allegiance
to each brilliant sky, dawn or midnight.
For it is the stars that truly own me.
Not even myself.
#TedHughes
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Jul 2020 9:25pm
15th Jul 2020 9:25pm
Candyland
You housed me for years
along the banks of the Mystic River,
among the Colonial brick
and manicured lawns in Candyland,
where you narrowed my horizons
and suffocated my desires.
You were cryptic in your lessons,
shallow in your perspective,
cautious with your criticisms
as I narrowed my search
for normalcy.
You sharpened my fangs
when I needed them dulled.
You limited my mind
when I needed it to expand.
You broke my spirit
when I needed it to soar.
You trapped me in negativity
when I needed...
along the banks of the Mystic River,
among the Colonial brick
and manicured lawns in Candyland,
where you narrowed my horizons
and suffocated my desires.
You were cryptic in your lessons,
shallow in your perspective,
cautious with your criticisms
as I narrowed my search
for normalcy.
You sharpened my fangs
when I needed them dulled.
You limited my mind
when I needed it to expand.
You broke my spirit
when I needed it to soar.
You trapped me in negativity
when I needed...
#home
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