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
29th May 2020 1:15pm
29th May 2020 1:15pm
Frank
It's not often
that I'm awoken by my screaming wife
as I peel my hungover face
from the pillow
my sticky tongue off the floor
only to look out my window
to find a homeless man
sleeping in my backyard
curled up next to a fallen dead tree.
Bloody from his own sullied ways
lost in the brush
far from home,
from anything familiar
a stampede of sadness in his eyes
carrying only a bag of frozen pizzas
and little memory
of his past
or his drowning future.
Frank shakes the crusted leaves
off his...
that I'm awoken by my screaming wife
as I peel my hungover face
from the pillow
my sticky tongue off the floor
only to look out my window
to find a homeless man
sleeping in my backyard
curled up next to a fallen dead tree.
Bloody from his own sullied ways
lost in the brush
far from home,
from anything familiar
a stampede of sadness in his eyes
carrying only a bag of frozen pizzas
and little memory
of his past
or his drowning future.
Frank shakes the crusted leaves
off his...
#homelessness
300 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th May 2020 9:57pm
25th May 2020 9:57pm
Hungry Vermin
All at once
hundreds of squirrels
rush into my basement
through
a broken window
with empty cheeks
gnarly green teeth
vicious yellow eyes
each screeching
and scuttling
and scratching
at my ankles
knees
face and eyes
frothing for free bird seed.
Greedy bastards.
hundreds of squirrels
rush into my basement
through
a broken window
with empty cheeks
gnarly green teeth
vicious yellow eyes
each screeching
and scuttling
and scratching
at my ankles
knees
face and eyes
frothing for free bird seed.
Greedy bastards.
#food
295 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th May 2020 2:02pm
20th May 2020 2:02pm
Memorial Day
With nothing but blues skies and high temps
rolling across this beautiful state the next five days,
I predict all caution will be cast aside,
forgotten, ignored
between now and next week
and the Lakes and Mountains will be infested
with infected Flatlanders (I'm a born Flatlander)
and there will be fights/arrests/beatings
between virus science believers and Trump lickers
and the streets will be lined with stumbling drunkards
and the beaches will be covered with blotchy unmasked sows
and collectively we will "roll the dice" ...
rolling across this beautiful state the next five days,
I predict all caution will be cast aside,
forgotten, ignored
between now and next week
and the Lakes and Mountains will be infested
with infected Flatlanders (I'm a born Flatlander)
and there will be fights/arrests/beatings
between virus science believers and Trump lickers
and the streets will be lined with stumbling drunkards
and the beaches will be covered with blotchy unmasked sows
and collectively we will "roll the dice" ...
#anxiety
314 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th May 2020 1:20pm
19th May 2020 1:20pm
Sundogs and Rivet Heads
The bookshelf is littered with bearded heathens
wolves who once prowled the earth
writhing with intent
with fish breath
with doubt
their decadent features
leather worn from thought
from illusion
from cravings
The Sundogs and Rivet Heads
divine psalms once remembered
long burned out by love
by hope
by indulgence
lives on to warm
the only corner of the room
where the mice won't hide.
wolves who once prowled the earth
writhing with intent
with fish breath
with doubt
their decadent features
leather worn from thought
from illusion
from cravings
The Sundogs and Rivet Heads
divine psalms once remembered
long burned out by love
by hope
by indulgence
lives on to warm
the only corner of the room
where the mice won't hide.
#books
517 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th May 2020 00:20am
19th May 2020 00:20am
The Delicacy of Time
The delicacy of time
forever owned the aging duchess,
towing along the bow-legged sow
on Brighton Street.
Bending at her ravaged toes
with curled tears of dread,
the mongrel wept in silence,
knowing that this
is as good
as it's ever going to get.
forever owned the aging duchess,
towing along the bow-legged sow
on Brighton Street.
Bending at her ravaged toes
with curled tears of dread,
the mongrel wept in silence,
knowing that this
is as good
as it's ever going to get.
#disappointment
323 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th May 2020 4:17pm
16th May 2020 4:17pm
Maggie
Leaning into yet another evening
wafting through this new existence
considering whether to waste a gorgeous evening
torn up in my dimly lit basement
watching a Ralph Steadman documentary
listening to Towns Van Zandt
smoking overpriced sage
drinking milk powder and cheap vodka
or
plod through the VA parking lot
fatter than ever
but happy as can be
with my sweet pup, Maggie.
wafting through this new existence
considering whether to waste a gorgeous evening
torn up in my dimly lit basement
watching a Ralph Steadman documentary
listening to Towns Van Zandt
smoking overpriced sage
drinking milk powder and cheap vodka
or
plod through the VA parking lot
fatter than ever
but happy as can be
with my sweet pup, Maggie.
#choices
326 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th May 2020 3:54pm
13th May 2020 3:54pm
The Stranger
The distant stranger
arrived tethered to his past
to his convictions
anchored to his guilt
consumed with loss
with tragedy
with doubt
and joined the Spanish ramblers
careening high across the crusted plains
only to be met by another stranger
equally tethered, convicted and loathsome
and he never felt more at home.
arrived tethered to his past
to his convictions
anchored to his guilt
consumed with loss
with tragedy
with doubt
and joined the Spanish ramblers
careening high across the crusted plains
only to be met by another stranger
equally tethered, convicted and loathsome
and he never felt more at home.
#home
320 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
11th May 2020 11:37pm
11th May 2020 11:37pm
'She Threw Me Right Out'
Yeah, she threw me right out
tossed a belt in my face
kicked my ass down the stairs
buddy beware
calling me a "big waste."
Yeah, she threw me right out
I headed back into town
creepin' around
actin' the clown
throwin' the big hammer down
Pride ain't got the best of me
good times my priority
I told her I never slept with Sweet Marie
Yeah, she threw me right out
onto a dusty dance floor
lookin' to score
women galore
just another thing that I'm sorry for
yeah, just...
tossed a belt in my face
kicked my ass down the stairs
buddy beware
calling me a "big waste."
Yeah, she threw me right out
I headed back into town
creepin' around
actin' the clown
throwin' the big hammer down
Pride ain't got the best of me
good times my priority
I told her I never slept with Sweet Marie
Yeah, she threw me right out
onto a dusty dance floor
lookin' to score
women galore
just another thing that I'm sorry for
yeah, just...
#MovingOn
363 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th May 2020 8:14pm
10th May 2020 8:14pm
The Blue's Ain't Dead
Penniless, from the crowded stage
the yellow-eyed blues man
sets off rockets with his red guitar
as the tangled wino's huddle
over small glasses of rye
and pick at each others teeth
as the short order cooks stare
longingly at the tramps backstage
lined up to swallow tongues
while the valet stacks lines of powder
on some strangers dash
and plugs his nose
cursing the skies shouting,
"The Blues Ain't Dead!"
"The Blues Ain't Dead!"
the yellow-eyed blues man
sets off rockets with his red guitar
as the tangled wino's huddle
over small glasses of rye
and pick at each others teeth
as the short order cooks stare
longingly at the tramps backstage
lined up to swallow tongues
while the valet stacks lines of powder
on some strangers dash
and plugs his nose
cursing the skies shouting,
"The Blues Ain't Dead!"
"The Blues Ain't Dead!"
#music
#curse
450 reads
1 Comment
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
8th May 2020 2:02am
8th May 2020 2:02am
Shallows Of The Mind
Falling is easy
getting up can be worse
pillars collapsing
whole life in reverse.
Meat gone rotten
baby left unbathed
love long forgotten
been raining for days.
Trouble and turmoil
late night killers for sure
tension's exhausting
can't take it no more.
Piled high, piled wide
these troubles of mine
born deep into the muddy
shallows of my mind
Get out my jaw
no room for rent round here
every beds been called on ...
getting up can be worse
pillars collapsing
whole life in reverse.
Meat gone rotten
baby left unbathed
love long forgotten
been raining for days.
Trouble and turmoil
late night killers for sure
tension's exhausting
can't take it no more.
Piled high, piled wide
these troubles of mine
born deep into the muddy
shallows of my mind
Get out my jaw
no room for rent round here
every beds been called on ...
#redemption
386 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th May 2020 1:36pm
6th May 2020 1:36pm
"Soaked To The Bone"
Rootless, the old poet moves lonely
through the Blue Hills
with his beloved hound Mather,
lapping lazily at the river bed
while staring at the poets chipped teeth
and the cigarette that melts between his lips,
casting shadows over his past,
now soaked to the bone.
through the Blue Hills
with his beloved hound Mather,
lapping lazily at the river bed
while staring at the poets chipped teeth
and the cigarette that melts between his lips,
casting shadows over his past,
now soaked to the bone.
#memories
#nostalgia
367 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
6th May 2020 1:13pm
6th May 2020 1:13pm
The Myth
The myth we carry within us
is not always the truth.
And never was supposed to be.
is not always the truth.
And never was supposed to be.
#mythology
386 reads
2 Comments
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