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."
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Jul 2020 6:26pm
13th Jul 2020 6:26pm
Velvet Walls
Escape we must
from the velvet walls of eternity
dashing souls past matted earth
and drying roses
propped as bed sheets upon
our death sacks
with slouched shoulders we crouch
our hungry bones
our sunken cheeks
our borrowed teeth
our braided tongues
we jam a life
into this barren cave
left only to feed off
ourselves
now hollowed bodies of
membrane
bacteria
and the bitter cells of our past
choking at the roots of creation
beautifully rotting in symphony
dreaming the same dream ...
from the velvet walls of eternity
dashing souls past matted earth
and drying roses
propped as bed sheets upon
our death sacks
with slouched shoulders we crouch
our hungry bones
our sunken cheeks
our borrowed teeth
our braided tongues
we jam a life
into this barren cave
left only to feed off
ourselves
now hollowed bodies of
membrane
bacteria
and the bitter cells of our past
choking at the roots of creation
beautifully rotting in symphony
dreaming the same dream ...
#grief
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DRUGS POEM
Published
9th Jul 2020 2:39pm
9th Jul 2020 2:39pm
KISS
If it's my mind you're after
it's already been taken.
A far less beautiful monster
than yourself
already stole me away.
Unlike your ocean blue babies
his eyes were flamed out
in blackness
stuck to a wall
and his tongue bled
to his chin
coating his teeth
and neck.
his chest hairs sang
the songs of wasted nights.
But your eyes shine
not of darkness but of light
and the thought of sharing
nibbles of scant meat
off my soul bone, well,
I say, "Take what's...
it's already been taken.
A far less beautiful monster
than yourself
already stole me away.
Unlike your ocean blue babies
his eyes were flamed out
in blackness
stuck to a wall
and his tongue bled
to his chin
coating his teeth
and neck.
his chest hairs sang
the songs of wasted nights.
But your eyes shine
not of darkness but of light
and the thought of sharing
nibbles of scant meat
off my soul bone, well,
I say, "Take what's...
#music
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DRUGS POEM
Published
8th Jul 2020 7:26pm
8th Jul 2020 7:26pm
Preparations Before The Show
I ate a piece of spiked chocolate
and soon ran to Mars.
I ate a snake-like gummy bear
and started spitting teeth at the mirror.
I smoked cat pee with Trixie the hygienist
and soon tears ran down my cheeks.
I snorted cola off a homeless woman's fingernail
and started quoting Beckett and begging for change.
I drank four beers in the shower
and brushed my teeth with razor blades.
I spiked my hair with baby oil
and cinched my spandex tight around my crotch.
I sucked on a square of poison
and soon...
and soon ran to Mars.
I ate a snake-like gummy bear
and started spitting teeth at the mirror.
I smoked cat pee with Trixie the hygienist
and soon tears ran down my cheeks.
I snorted cola off a homeless woman's fingernail
and started quoting Beckett and begging for change.
I drank four beers in the shower
and brushed my teeth with razor blades.
I spiked my hair with baby oil
and cinched my spandex tight around my crotch.
I sucked on a square of poison
and soon...
#music
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DARK POEM
Published
6th Jul 2020 7:58pm
6th Jul 2020 7:58pm
Dancing Woods
Woods dance with pagans
locked in shadows
with crooked spines
run across hot rocks
carved out
of ghosts
and infants with heads torn
by the bloody claws
of motherless parishioners,
teasing me
with rammed heads,
spitting violently at me
with poison phlegm,
kicking at my ribs picked meatless
circling as I wait for
my child to cry me awake
before the woods swallow me up.
locked in shadows
with crooked spines
run across hot rocks
carved out
of ghosts
and infants with heads torn
by the bloody claws
of motherless parishioners,
teasing me
with rammed heads,
spitting violently at me
with poison phlegm,
kicking at my ribs picked meatless
circling as I wait for
my child to cry me awake
before the woods swallow me up.
#dreams
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st Jul 2020 2:47pm
1st Jul 2020 2:47pm
Still Burning
she ran her eyes across mine
with legs shining of burnt oils
and a buttocks built out of bedrock
with toes cuts like diamonds
painted with a red shovel glow
digging
deep into flowing loins
battered about wall-to-wall
with waves of dizziness,
cresting with lust,
bulging with desire
i could not meet her stare
well beyond proper
owned by her butter skin
her whip-locked hair
her balloon lips lying at me
owning my thoughts
my vices
my haughty ways
so i slunk, half a man
away
and closed my...
with legs shining of burnt oils
and a buttocks built out of bedrock
with toes cuts like diamonds
painted with a red shovel glow
digging
deep into flowing loins
battered about wall-to-wall
with waves of dizziness,
cresting with lust,
bulging with desire
i could not meet her stare
well beyond proper
owned by her butter skin
her whip-locked hair
her balloon lips lying at me
owning my thoughts
my vices
my haughty ways
so i slunk, half a man
away
and closed my...
#lust
270 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
25th Jun 2020 1:38pm
25th Jun 2020 1:38pm
Spitting Flames and Open Robes
she was spitting flames with her rotten teeth and wandering about
the yard in a loose yellow bathrobe that showed off her folding
knees and i wondered why she smoked so many cheap
cigarettes in the morning as she sank her lips into her coffee
cup and whispered Mississippi John Hurt songs
to herself over the grind and churn of the garbage
trucks and the chirping of the ghetto blue jays picking
at puddles of sewerage from the women's
prison down the road and I wondered why she wore rubber dish gloves
to weed her garden of dread and because i never...
the yard in a loose yellow bathrobe that showed off her folding
knees and i wondered why she smoked so many cheap
cigarettes in the morning as she sank her lips into her coffee
cup and whispered Mississippi John Hurt songs
to herself over the grind and churn of the garbage
trucks and the chirping of the ghetto blue jays picking
at puddles of sewerage from the women's
prison down the road and I wondered why she wore rubber dish gloves
to weed her garden of dread and because i never...
#love
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Jun 2020 2:22pm
24th Jun 2020 2:22pm
Love Before Death
a single checkered cab emerges
from the steamy streets of Times Square
swallowed up with hate and fear
as the radio cracks under pressure
and
the winos scamper to collect soggy cigarettes
and
the hookers pull at their torn, dirty panties
and
the bloated businessman stumbles drunkenly
into the backseat,
blacked out and lonely
as the hustlers taps at their fedoras
pushing their filth on the weak
while the dead-eyed cabbie scans the square
for prey, for love, for companionship
and emerges from the steam mo-hawked ...
from the steamy streets of Times Square
swallowed up with hate and fear
as the radio cracks under pressure
and
the winos scamper to collect soggy cigarettes
and
the hookers pull at their torn, dirty panties
and
the bloated businessman stumbles drunkenly
into the backseat,
blacked out and lonely
as the hustlers taps at their fedoras
pushing their filth on the weak
while the dead-eyed cabbie scans the square
for prey, for love, for companionship
and emerges from the steam mo-hawked ...
#rejection
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2020 2:26pm
22nd Jun 2020 2:26pm
Sake Nights
stumbling down a dark aisle
of an empty restaurant
my brain soaked in sake
my fingers covered in red sauce
the watch on my wrist reads three a.m.
but i'm sure it's much later than that
because i'm panicked
my friends have fled
my woman has disappeared
my teeth ache with homesickness
the bruise on my cheek has swollen
the cracks in my knuckles now bleed
with loss
and all i want
is to be poured into a taxi
and
taken home
but i have no home
i have no woman
no friends
no cash
just an empty...
of an empty restaurant
my brain soaked in sake
my fingers covered in red sauce
the watch on my wrist reads three a.m.
but i'm sure it's much later than that
because i'm panicked
my friends have fled
my woman has disappeared
my teeth ache with homesickness
the bruise on my cheek has swollen
the cracks in my knuckles now bleed
with loss
and all i want
is to be poured into a taxi
and
taken home
but i have no home
i have no woman
no friends
no cash
just an empty...
#night
#homelessness
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Jun 2020 6:05pm
18th Jun 2020 6:05pm
Web Of Forgiveness
The crusty web of forgiveness
weighs heavily on the mind
as I lay in a tomb
of broken glass
beneath a soggy bed of moss
surrounded by finks and fiends
beggars and rambling poets
each loyal to nothing
more or less
than their own cryptic messages
on doubt, loss, hope and love
as a nations faith rots away
the dead meander
and volley gossip
about a life
in which they never knew.
weighs heavily on the mind
as I lay in a tomb
of broken glass
beneath a soggy bed of moss
surrounded by finks and fiends
beggars and rambling poets
each loyal to nothing
more or less
than their own cryptic messages
on doubt, loss, hope and love
as a nations faith rots away
the dead meander
and volley gossip
about a life
in which they never knew.
#forgiveness
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Jun 2020 2:36pm
11th Jun 2020 2:36pm
Treacherous Hump
the treacherous hump weighed down
with beefy neck, feigning spurs, calling
hate love,
light dark,
pain peace,
gimping about with legless breath,
harnessing the populous with viciousness
as they lap down on his fiery dirty bowls
of mouth water
saliva bleeding,
gums rotting
teeth cracked with grease
and tainted eggs -- nothing to behold,
no hope or aspiration
just blasphemy and contempt
a kingdom of lies that burn, burn, burn
as the nation
tears at skin and the old ways
of a generation long past ...
with beefy neck, feigning spurs, calling
hate love,
light dark,
pain peace,
gimping about with legless breath,
harnessing the populous with viciousness
as they lap down on his fiery dirty bowls
of mouth water
saliva bleeding,
gums rotting
teeth cracked with grease
and tainted eggs -- nothing to behold,
no hope or aspiration
just blasphemy and contempt
a kingdom of lies that burn, burn, burn
as the nation
tears at skin and the old ways
of a generation long past ...
#deception
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Jun 2020 2:35pm
2nd Jun 2020 2:35pm
The Keyboard Activist
WE do nothing.
WE are keyboard activists.
WE click our index finger, roll an arrow and click again.
WE do nothing to change anything beyond our bras and whites and our television shows.
WE live in safe neighborhoods.
WE get spooked if a dog barks past ten.
WE have never been in trouble with the law, never been penniless, never been scared to walk down a street.
WE have never been forcefully separated from our ten-year old daughter and watched her caged.
WE have never been gunned down.
WE have never marched, never protested, never did...
WE are keyboard activists.
WE click our index finger, roll an arrow and click again.
WE do nothing to change anything beyond our bras and whites and our television shows.
WE live in safe neighborhoods.
WE get spooked if a dog barks past ten.
WE have never been in trouble with the law, never been penniless, never been scared to walk down a street.
WE have never been forcefully separated from our ten-year old daughter and watched her caged.
WE have never been gunned down.
WE have never marched, never protested, never did...
#ignorance
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th May 2020 7:30pm
30th May 2020 7:30pm
The Jersey Flash
Carved out of a John Ford movie
crusted and torn to perfection
his forearms speak of strength
his lyrics of muscle and hope
undaunted by age
unflappable in his intentions
The Jersey Flash growls
with the angels at night
and sings
for the desperate
for the lost
for the forsaken
then rides off into the Badlands
screaming,
"Is there anybody alive out there!"
crusted and torn to perfection
his forearms speak of strength
his lyrics of muscle and hope
undaunted by age
unflappable in his intentions
The Jersey Flash growls
with the angels at night
and sings
for the desperate
for the lost
for the forsaken
then rides off into the Badlands
screaming,
"Is there anybody alive out there!"
#inspirational
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