Submissions by Scarypoet
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
15th Jun 2019 11:22am
15th Jun 2019 11:22am
Stepfather
Neither
ever truly got
the other
Truth is
I kinda' hated him
at times
Now
I find myself
repeating his jokes
Now
I ask questions
with his voice
You only see mountains
when they become
distant
I miss him
like blood
ever truly got
the other
Truth is
I kinda' hated him
at times
Now
I find myself
repeating his jokes
Now
I ask questions
with his voice
You only see mountains
when they become
distant
I miss him
like blood
#love
#respect
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DRUGS POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2017 11:55am
23rd Feb 2017 11:55am
Far from Florida
A steamy day in Southeast Asia
he cried for his mother
they gave him morphine
it was the best they could do
war is never convenient
for sons who must fight
but morphine is always at hand
telling sweet lies
the rice paddy
a Florida orange grove
with smudge pots and their smoky blanket
chasing away the chill
that comes with the tearing
he cried for his mother
they gave him morphine
it was the best they could do
war is never convenient
for sons who must fight
but morphine is always at hand
telling sweet lies
the rice paddy
a Florida orange grove
with smudge pots and their smoky blanket
chasing away the chill
that comes with the tearing
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DARK POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2017 11:43am
23rd Feb 2017 11:43am
There
Nowhere
is a real place
You
live there
and
in spite of what foolish Christians
tell one another-
they cannot one day
visit you-
there
I told this
to someone who
never liked me-
they cried
No shit
is a real place
You
live there
and
in spite of what foolish Christians
tell one another-
they cannot one day
visit you-
there
I told this
to someone who
never liked me-
they cried
No shit
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Aug 2013 11:23am
17th Aug 2013 11:23am
Behold a Star
Last night
in Hackensack
a birth
born of a poet
words on a wall
no bright star in the sky
no wise men
or shepherds to be
sore afraid
just a burst of poetic energy
sprayed in midnight blue
on the wall of the cop shop
Today
the reviews are in
critics wearing sunglasses
and guns
thumbs down
crosses at the ready
searching for the bastard
who fucked
their virgin wall
in Hackensack
a birth
born of a poet
words on a wall
no bright star in the sky
no wise men
or shepherds to be
sore afraid
just a burst of poetic energy
sprayed in midnight blue
on the wall of the cop shop
Today
the reviews are in
critics wearing sunglasses
and guns
thumbs down
crosses at the ready
searching for the bastard
who fucked
their virgin wall
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2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
16th Aug 2013 11:48am
16th Aug 2013 11:48am
Much Needed Rain
I saw him sitting under the cover of the carport
smoking
Just staring out toward the street
maybe
I thought
listening to the clattering of raindrops
rain is a big deal around here
we get so little these days
Heart attack
is what they said
must have hit about three p.m.
I did not see the ambulance
or his lifeless body sprawled on the concrete
or his sobbing wife
a quick moment in time
passing without notice
death is not a big deal around here
we get so much of it these days
Guilt
is what I feel
wish I...
smoking
Just staring out toward the street
maybe
I thought
listening to the clattering of raindrops
rain is a big deal around here
we get so little these days
Heart attack
is what they said
must have hit about three p.m.
I did not see the ambulance
or his lifeless body sprawled on the concrete
or his sobbing wife
a quick moment in time
passing without notice
death is not a big deal around here
we get so much of it these days
Guilt
is what I feel
wish I...
607 reads
3 Comments
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