Submissions by Seed
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction My poems are all over the map, mostly free verse. Influenced by everything I see, hear, and read. Don't know what I'm doing, but love doing it! Joined a couple of poetry groups & try to attend workshops to become a better writer. All just for fun!
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Aug 2019 3:27pm
24th Aug 2019 3:27pm
My Imprssion(ism)
Early this morning all the windows
were covered with water droplets.
Perhaps it was caused by lowering
the thermostat last night so we could
sleep in the cool crisp air?
Maybe it was because it rained
sometime during the night while we slept?
Looking through the windows now
only gives an idea of what is outside.
The glass is translucent or opaque
Not clear and transparent as normal,
offering a portrait like one of those
art movements I should have learned
in school, but I wasn’t paying attention
because it was...
were covered with water droplets.
Perhaps it was caused by lowering
the thermostat last night so we could
sleep in the cool crisp air?
Maybe it was because it rained
sometime during the night while we slept?
Looking through the windows now
only gives an idea of what is outside.
The glass is translucent or opaque
Not clear and transparent as normal,
offering a portrait like one of those
art movements I should have learned
in school, but I wasn’t paying attention
because it was...
#rain
#morning
83 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Jul 2019 8:54pm
14th Jul 2019 8:54pm
Rumors of Our Demise
They came from across the great water
On ships many times larger than our dugout canoes
We welcomed them and showed them our ways
What to plant, what to eat, how to hunt, how to survive
They brought their horses, their thunder stick guns, and firewater
Their brought measles, scarlet fever, smallpox, and tuberculosis
To the Iroquois, the Delware, the Shawnee, the Creek, and the Cherokee
There were stories and rumors of our demise
They moved west in wagons coming more and more
They killed off the buffalo herds and trapped the beavers...
On ships many times larger than our dugout canoes
We welcomed them and showed them our ways
What to plant, what to eat, how to hunt, how to survive
They brought their horses, their thunder stick guns, and firewater
Their brought measles, scarlet fever, smallpox, and tuberculosis
To the Iroquois, the Delware, the Shawnee, the Creek, and the Cherokee
There were stories and rumors of our demise
They moved west in wagons coming more and more
They killed off the buffalo herds and trapped the beavers...
#historical
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Jul 2019 11:47pm
7th Jul 2019 11:47pm
Lord of Cupcakes
Let me relieve you of this cupcake
made by a grocery store baker
and iced by repetitive motion,
A yellow swirl of icing
that reminds me of the cosmic universe
as it enters the black hole of my mouth
. . . and just like that it all ended.
Who knew the universe was nothing more
than batter and sugar, cheap and unhealthy?
Only the grocery store baker
had the time and inclination
to contemplate such an existence
as they squeezed the bag
and rotated the miniature cake
as the maker,
the artist, the creator, ...
made by a grocery store baker
and iced by repetitive motion,
A yellow swirl of icing
that reminds me of the cosmic universe
as it enters the black hole of my mouth
. . . and just like that it all ended.
Who knew the universe was nothing more
than batter and sugar, cheap and unhealthy?
Only the grocery store baker
had the time and inclination
to contemplate such an existence
as they squeezed the bag
and rotated the miniature cake
as the maker,
the artist, the creator, ...
#funny
#philosophical
62 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Jul 2019 12:06pm
7th Jul 2019 12:06pm
Time
Time is a commodity
I can no longer afford
When I was young
the concept of time
had little meaning
The days seemed to last forever
Upon occasion,
I was magically transported through time,
falling asleep on the sofa,
but waking up in my own bed.
I liked the way my mother
would wake me in the mornings,
rubbing my back softly
and saying “Come on sweetie,
It is time to get up.
You have to get ready
and go to school”.
As an adult, alarms would wake me
to...
I can no longer afford
When I was young
the concept of time
had little meaning
The days seemed to last forever
Upon occasion,
I was magically transported through time,
falling asleep on the sofa,
but waking up in my own bed.
I liked the way my mother
would wake me in the mornings,
rubbing my back softly
and saying “Come on sweetie,
It is time to get up.
You have to get ready
and go to school”.
As an adult, alarms would wake me
to...
#LifeStruggles
#LifeCycle
74 reads
7 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Jun 2019 6:44am
18th Jun 2019 6:44am
Octopus Eye
Shortly before midnight
On the evening before the storm
I walked out into the warm air,
Gazing up I saw a cloudy sky.
Clouds moved eerily slow
Like the tentacles in the deep sea’s ebb
And there amidst the clouds
Hung a halo moon,
An octopus eye,
Which watched me
Wary and intent, as if it knew
Something I didn’t.
Ready at any moment to syphon in
The galaxy and through propulsion
Expel star dust as it wisps away
Leaving me standing there
In the ink black night
Yet it stayed, slowly...
On the evening before the storm
I walked out into the warm air,
Gazing up I saw a cloudy sky.
Clouds moved eerily slow
Like the tentacles in the deep sea’s ebb
And there amidst the clouds
Hung a halo moon,
An octopus eye,
Which watched me
Wary and intent, as if it knew
Something I didn’t.
Ready at any moment to syphon in
The galaxy and through propulsion
Expel star dust as it wisps away
Leaving me standing there
In the ink black night
Yet it stayed, slowly...
#moon
#sky
#night
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Jun 2019 10:47pm
14th Jun 2019 10:47pm
Zen Changing Location
Depression is a dark black night
Fear a locked prison cell
Hope is a latter against a wall
Freedom a donkey escaped to the back pasture
Contentment is a dog sleeping in the sun
Happiness a drink of cool water
Love is a woman divine
And poetry, a soothing balm
Fear a locked prison cell
Hope is a latter against a wall
Freedom a donkey escaped to the back pasture
Contentment is a dog sleeping in the sun
Happiness a drink of cool water
Love is a woman divine
And poetry, a soothing balm
#TruthOfLife
#philosophical
69 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Jun 2019 4:50pm
9th Jun 2019 4:50pm
When Summers Lasted Forever
Back when Chevys had fins and gas had lead
When I was a kid and magic seemed real
Firetrucks sirens were loud and summer lasted forever
Fresh cut grass was football games
Homemade bread was my grandmother’s house
Strong coffee was my parents talking to my aunt and uncle
Riding bicycles in the rain and summer seemed to last forever
Garden dirt was grandpa showing what he had planted out back
Dark chocolate was exotic and campfires were adventure
Brownies baking were weekends and fresh towels were time for a shower
Chlorine was swimming pools...
When I was a kid and magic seemed real
Firetrucks sirens were loud and summer lasted forever
Fresh cut grass was football games
Homemade bread was my grandmother’s house
Strong coffee was my parents talking to my aunt and uncle
Riding bicycles in the rain and summer seemed to last forever
Garden dirt was grandpa showing what he had planted out back
Dark chocolate was exotic and campfires were adventure
Brownies baking were weekends and fresh towels were time for a shower
Chlorine was swimming pools...
#childhood
#summer
#LifeCycle
164 reads
9 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Jun 2019 4:12pm
9th Jun 2019 4:12pm
Skyball Mountain
There is a house
Not far off the road
On Skyball Mountain
Where the rooms are all dim
And ghosts gather around
To watch a T.V. that isn’t plugged in,
But that’s okay because
It won’t turn on.
You see, there’s no power
And hasn’t been for years.
The old house sits abandoned
Up on Skyball Mountain
And no one knows why,
But if those walls could talk,
The stories they could tell,
Would scare those ghosts
All the way off Skyball Mountain
So, I guess it’s just as well
Not far off the road
On Skyball Mountain
Where the rooms are all dim
And ghosts gather around
To watch a T.V. that isn’t plugged in,
But that’s okay because
It won’t turn on.
You see, there’s no power
And hasn’t been for years.
The old house sits abandoned
Up on Skyball Mountain
And no one knows why,
But if those walls could talk,
The stories they could tell,
Would scare those ghosts
All the way off Skyball Mountain
So, I guess it’s just as well
#home
#ghosts
#emptiness
102 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Jun 2019 2:09am
8th Jun 2019 2:09am
What I Know
When it is raining
All I know is that it is raining.
I don't know if it will ever stop.
And if it stops raining
All I know is that it has stopped.
I don't know if it will ever rain again.
There is only what I know
And what I think I know.
In between are the hopes and dreams
That sustain us.
All I know is that it is raining.
I don't know if it will ever stop.
And if it stops raining
All I know is that it has stopped.
I don't know if it will ever rain again.
There is only what I know
And what I think I know.
In between are the hopes and dreams
That sustain us.
#hope
#dreams
#rain
#learning
#wisdom
113 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Jun 2019 1:31am
3rd Jun 2019 1:31am
Rain is not a fashionable event
Rain is not a fashionable event
It drenches and soaks
Cleanses the city
Washes away the arrogance
Levels the playing field
With a gust of straight-line wind
Umbrellas turn inside-out
All conceit removed
Thunder proclaims dominance
The humbled scurry like rats
Inconvenienced and laid bare
Hair and make-up ruined
His $300 shoes squishing
Everyone exposed and made clean
Huddled in shelter they contemplate water
Its power and necessity
Waiting for the rain to stop
As they sit and drip
It drenches and soaks
Cleanses the city
Washes away the arrogance
Levels the playing field
With a gust of straight-line wind
Umbrellas turn inside-out
All conceit removed
Thunder proclaims dominance
The humbled scurry like rats
Inconvenienced and laid bare
Hair and make-up ruined
His $300 shoes squishing
Everyone exposed and made clean
Huddled in shelter they contemplate water
Its power and necessity
Waiting for the rain to stop
As they sit and drip
#rain
#storm
#water
118 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
1st Jun 2019 12:13pm
1st Jun 2019 12:13pm
Heartfelt Life
Sit down and I shall tell you of my father
A thoughtful man, humble and hard working
Read his Bible often as he should
His heart was filled with love for his family
I had always said that he would work until the day he dies
Though I am not a prophet or the son of a prophet
My words proved true when he set his tools
At the feet of Vulcan and gave his heart to God
I was busy elsewhere running errands
The sad word came late to me
I saved my tears as the eldest son
Though my heart was heavy with loss
We gathered around...
A thoughtful man, humble and hard working
Read his Bible often as he should
His heart was filled with love for his family
I had always said that he would work until the day he dies
Though I am not a prophet or the son of a prophet
My words proved true when he set his tools
At the feet of Vulcan and gave his heart to God
I was busy elsewhere running errands
The sad word came late to me
I saved my tears as the eldest son
Though my heart was heavy with loss
We gathered around...
#love
#death
#LifeChangingMoment
117 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st May 2019 10:53pm
31st May 2019 10:53pm
Una Via
Don’t be in too big of a hurry to meet your heroes
You’ll find that amateurs barrow, professionals steal
That they are really just fallible people like you and me
Reality has a way of bringing us down
Crushing our dreams and destroying our fantasies
In the same way she doesn’t care about the things I like
Or how she rates on the Asperger’s scale and I wish she didn’t
Life is not always as if we had imagined
She will never be in love me the way I want her to be
She will never be in love with the language
The way that I am
She...
You’ll find that amateurs barrow, professionals steal
That they are really just fallible people like you and me
Reality has a way of bringing us down
Crushing our dreams and destroying our fantasies
In the same way she doesn’t care about the things I like
Or how she rates on the Asperger’s scale and I wish she didn’t
Life is not always as if we had imagined
She will never be in love me the way I want her to be
She will never be in love with the language
The way that I am
She...
#love
#LifeStruggles
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