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
5th May 2020 3:19am
5th May 2020 3:19am
Hornets Touch
Murderous hornet
I'll take you on
for I have met your kind before.
You struck me down
among the sounds
a fiddle plays
the widow mourns.
Smashed to the ground
where I was found
a sack of dung in my draws.
My eyes rolled back
tied to the tracks
twilight shows its glow no more.
Rolled over quick
"This fat ass is thick!"
cried Jimmy, the resident theft.
"Look through his pockets."
"Be gone with that locket."
O Jimmy, I'll creep in your sleep.
The slow hand of death ...
I'll take you on
for I have met your kind before.
You struck me down
among the sounds
a fiddle plays
the widow mourns.
Smashed to the ground
where I was found
a sack of dung in my draws.
My eyes rolled back
tied to the tracks
twilight shows its glow no more.
Rolled over quick
"This fat ass is thick!"
cried Jimmy, the resident theft.
"Look through his pockets."
"Be gone with that locket."
O Jimmy, I'll creep in your sleep.
The slow hand of death ...
#bees
425 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st May 2020 3:14pm
1st May 2020 3:14pm
Gnomes in the Garden
Mindless hump, down in the dumps
The dragon throwing daggers from all sides.
A pagans dance, the rulers stance
The sky begets her own resistance.
It rains again, these blistering winds
The wolves howl beyond the tree line.
Hunger first, then eat the curse
Cut through these darkened days.
Where is he? How 'bout she?
And what of the gnome in the garden.
His unkempt face, his snail like pace
Mother curses the jockey from the foyer.
She knows the game, she's cut the same
Her son sold into silence.
He can't...
The dragon throwing daggers from all sides.
A pagans dance, the rulers stance
The sky begets her own resistance.
It rains again, these blistering winds
The wolves howl beyond the tree line.
Hunger first, then eat the curse
Cut through these darkened days.
Where is he? How 'bout she?
And what of the gnome in the garden.
His unkempt face, his snail like pace
Mother curses the jockey from the foyer.
She knows the game, she's cut the same
Her son sold into silence.
He can't...
#escape
335 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Apr 2020 2:02pm
30th Apr 2020 2:02pm
Prison Whites
My prison whites
once worn by a rapist
riding high up my ass
are crooked
rusted out
and
twisted yellow
revealing me for the brute I am
as the thin fabric
suffocates my crotch
my undercarriage
my freedom
all while dictating my days
and endless nights.
once worn by a rapist
riding high up my ass
are crooked
rusted out
and
twisted yellow
revealing me for the brute I am
as the thin fabric
suffocates my crotch
my undercarriage
my freedom
all while dictating my days
and endless nights.
#FeelingTrapped
337 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
28th Apr 2020 5:07pm
28th Apr 2020 5:07pm
Snaggle Tooth
Two sour-faced virgins
lap at the wet mud
beneath their feet
and curse the
snaggle-toothed gentry,
all covered in scabs
and boils
and liver spots,
fast asleep
under the bridge
wrapped in rags
on a starless night
consumed with gas
with spite
with sperm
during a pandemic
and brag about their purity.
lap at the wet mud
beneath their feet
and curse the
snaggle-toothed gentry,
all covered in scabs
and boils
and liver spots,
fast asleep
under the bridge
wrapped in rags
on a starless night
consumed with gas
with spite
with sperm
during a pandemic
and brag about their purity.
#bullying
#pandemic
343 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2020 6:12pm
23rd Apr 2020 6:12pm
"Innocence Dashed"
You tossed my salad
and
my innocence
You bled on my face
and
my boyish dreams
You broke my honor, my trust
and
cast doubt, fear and lies upon me
You stole my God
and
my weekly expurgations
You crushed my will
and
my hand as I reached through the door
My sleep gone
My sanity crumbled
My love doomed
My hopes banished
All in all, not a bad week of losing
and
my innocence
You bled on my face
and
my boyish dreams
You broke my honor, my trust
and
cast doubt, fear and lies upon me
You stole my God
and
my weekly expurgations
You crushed my will
and
my hand as I reached through the door
My sleep gone
My sanity crumbled
My love doomed
My hopes banished
All in all, not a bad week of losing
#conflict
332 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Apr 2020 1:34pm
22nd Apr 2020 1:34pm
Lazlo
Have you lost your senses, Lazlo?
Have you not noticed the way she stares at your wart-torn face?
Such contempt! Such spite!
You’re hideous, your teeth stink
She’d rather spit in your eye than into a filthy gutter
Don’t waste time pondering your future
There is none !!!
Ponder death instead
Wade into the black sea
Stare into the fiery lake
Forgive your birth star
Free her of your natural misery
So, you’re saying I should ask her out? ...
Have you not noticed the way she stares at your wart-torn face?
Such contempt! Such spite!
You’re hideous, your teeth stink
She’d rather spit in your eye than into a filthy gutter
Don’t waste time pondering your future
There is none !!!
Ponder death instead
Wade into the black sea
Stare into the fiery lake
Forgive your birth star
Free her of your natural misery
So, you’re saying I should ask her out? ...
#dating
395 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
20th Apr 2020 1:43pm
20th Apr 2020 1:43pm
"For Now"
The cancer is alive
Deep down in my blood...it boils
I have no hair...just scraps and hard veins
My tongue hangs to the floor
My eyes are slits
My teeth bleed
My nose is crusted
My ribs are torn
My knuckles peel
My skins gone gray
My eyes gone black
My toes curl into each other
My ass bleeds
My breath tastes like a hooker’s armpit
But I’m alive...for now.
Deep down in my blood...it boils
I have no hair...just scraps and hard veins
My tongue hangs to the floor
My eyes are slits
My teeth bleed
My nose is crusted
My ribs are torn
My knuckles peel
My skins gone gray
My eyes gone black
My toes curl into each other
My ass bleeds
My breath tastes like a hooker’s armpit
But I’m alive...for now.
#cancer
430 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Apr 2020 2:22pm
17th Apr 2020 2:22pm
"Silence"
Now, the weeks go by and it is what it is.
A new beginning, the “New Normal.”
A much needed trimming of the fat maybe.
The bloat we’ve carried for two decades has had its say.
We’ve gorged our faces,
Stuffed our guts,
Seduced our egos,
And none of us are innocent of this profound sense of neediness.
The phone, the posts, the face grabs,
The mangled, manicured pool-side toe shots,
The texts, the updates, the long lines of staged cleavage.
Now! Now! Now! I Want It Now!
That constant in-your-face means of communication...
A new beginning, the “New Normal.”
A much needed trimming of the fat maybe.
The bloat we’ve carried for two decades has had its say.
We’ve gorged our faces,
Stuffed our guts,
Seduced our egos,
And none of us are innocent of this profound sense of neediness.
The phone, the posts, the face grabs,
The mangled, manicured pool-side toe shots,
The texts, the updates, the long lines of staged cleavage.
Now! Now! Now! I Want It Now!
That constant in-your-face means of communication...
#silence
289 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Apr 2020 9:53pm
16th Apr 2020 9:53pm
"The Little Things"
It feels good to miss things again
Some things, I guess.
Like a friend who's usually always around
But now, they’re not.
Or eating lunch at your regular lunch joint
But now, you can’t.
Because the place is closed
Or that reckless distraction you always figured owned you
Then realized, it doesn’t.
But you crave it more than anything
You know, the little things.
Some things, I guess.
Like a friend who's usually always around
But now, they’re not.
Or eating lunch at your regular lunch joint
But now, you can’t.
Because the place is closed
Or that reckless distraction you always figured owned you
Then realized, it doesn’t.
But you crave it more than anything
You know, the little things.
#IMissYou
276 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
16th Apr 2020 9:26pm
16th Apr 2020 9:26pm
"Before You Ask"
Before you ask, she beat me for years,
The bishop's daughter, the screaming nymph.
Nobody called the cops
Or heard her growl and scratch and punch.
Nobody knocked at my front door
When she beat me with her tiny fists,
Her heels and leather boots.
As I slept
As I drove
As I ate
When I dared to dream the nightmare away
When I snored
When I drank
When she drank
When I begged.
If I wept.
When I fought back.
She...
The bishop's daughter, the screaming nymph.
Nobody called the cops
Or heard her growl and scratch and punch.
Nobody knocked at my front door
When she beat me with her tiny fists,
Her heels and leather boots.
As I slept
As I drove
As I ate
When I dared to dream the nightmare away
When I snored
When I drank
When she drank
When I begged.
If I wept.
When I fought back.
She...
#LifeStruggles
355 reads
7 Comments
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