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!
Setting Sun
The dawn heals us
Morning rain washes away our pain
And happiness is a clear blue sky
Enjoy the day of glory
Followed by an afternoon of sweet rest
But we’ve yet to dream
Even as the night is falling
So, close your eyes
For we die with the sun
Morning rain washes away our pain
And happiness is a clear blue sky
Enjoy the day of glory
Followed by an afternoon of sweet rest
But we’ve yet to dream
Even as the night is falling
So, close your eyes
For we die with the sun
#LifeCycle
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2 Comments
Sunday Drive
During a drive through the countryside
You say the old barns look like ships
From ancient oceans marooned in the fields
But I say that the barns are like monuments
To hard agrarian work over many long days
When the summer sun hung heat in thick air
And gnats swarmed into a scribbled cloud
As horses with heads down massaged the pasture
With their nimble lips grazing the days away
And the cows knowing the weather would all lie down
On the hillside beneath the trees overlooking the pond
To wait on the coming rain
We talk about the old...
You say the old barns look like ships
From ancient oceans marooned in the fields
But I say that the barns are like monuments
To hard agrarian work over many long days
When the summer sun hung heat in thick air
And gnats swarmed into a scribbled cloud
As horses with heads down massaged the pasture
With their nimble lips grazing the days away
And the cows knowing the weather would all lie down
On the hillside beneath the trees overlooking the pond
To wait on the coming rain
We talk about the old...
#hope
#memories
359 reads
1 Comment
SHE
She gets under my skin
Irritates me like second hand smoke
She burns me down to the ground
She makes me rain
Kisses me on the mouth
Puts color back in my world
Completes me
She
Irritates me like second hand smoke
She burns me down to the ground
She makes me rain
Kisses me on the mouth
Puts color back in my world
Completes me
She
#love
#women
468 reads
7 Comments
If We Make It Through December
If we make it through December
I’ll be living inside my own head
Cabin fever overtaken the bored
In motion without meaning
It will be time to get out
And do something
To find new scenery
Sometimes road dust is the only cure
If we make it through December
I’ll be constantly thinking of you
The thought driving me crazy
Living by the chase and the fire
My imagination running wild
And all I want is to discover you
All your secrets and all of your hidden places
There’s no easy way to capture or kill my desire ...
I’ll be living inside my own head
Cabin fever overtaken the bored
In motion without meaning
It will be time to get out
And do something
To find new scenery
Sometimes road dust is the only cure
If we make it through December
I’ll be constantly thinking of you
The thought driving me crazy
Living by the chase and the fire
My imagination running wild
And all I want is to discover you
All your secrets and all of your hidden places
There’s no easy way to capture or kill my desire ...
#love
#hope
#winter #night
#winter #night
706 reads
8 Comments
Koi Pond
I walk up to a small pond
To see fish,
Orange as a hot poker,
Swim in circles
Just below the surface
Of green water,
Their hopeful lips breaching,
Mouths opened wide,
Glassy-eyed
They have become beggars.
To see fish,
Orange as a hot poker,
Swim in circles
Just below the surface
Of green water,
Their hopeful lips breaching,
Mouths opened wide,
Glassy-eyed
They have become beggars.
#fish
#SelfReflection
534 reads
3 Comments
A Call to the Spirit
The devil melted your heart of gold
Incarcerated poets
You sit in silence
To contemplate the sorrow
And yet your hope longs
To leave your prison cell
To finally have the iron door opened
To abandon your bed empty
To leave those four walls behind
To sweat on their own
To walk the yard one last time
And to be finally on the other side
Of the tall fence crowned with curls
The constantina wire
With its double-edged razors
That have not tasted blood
Yet cut men to their...
Incarcerated poets
You sit in silence
To contemplate the sorrow
And yet your hope longs
To leave your prison cell
To finally have the iron door opened
To abandon your bed empty
To leave those four walls behind
To sweat on their own
To walk the yard one last time
And to be finally on the other side
Of the tall fence crowned with curls
The constantina wire
With its double-edged razors
That have not tasted blood
Yet cut men to their...
#strength
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
#prison
#FeelingTrapped
581 reads
4 Comments
Curriculum vitae (the course of my life)
Knowledge speaks, but wisdom listens
As an older generation sits on their porch
Thinking about the speed at which
Their life is consumed
Watching the world go by
Considering their meager future
Embracing the short days
Knowing with all confidence
That the principle of fair returns is guaranteed
When the ground beneath them
Becomes the ground above them
After the last shovel is thrown
Then the unknown will last an eternity
Awaiting the coming judgment without remedy
And I know that I will follow quickly behind
As an older generation sits on their porch
Thinking about the speed at which
Their life is consumed
Watching the world go by
Considering their meager future
Embracing the short days
Knowing with all confidence
That the principle of fair returns is guaranteed
When the ground beneath them
Becomes the ground above them
After the last shovel is thrown
Then the unknown will last an eternity
Awaiting the coming judgment without remedy
And I know that I will follow quickly behind
#death
#LifeCycle
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Sandwich Shop
Tucked away on the wrong side of town
A family of three runs their business
An older couple
And a grown son
Momma is in charge
A tough old broad
Constantly fussing and barking out orders
Her husband, Johnny, stands at the grill
Acting as though he doesn’t hear
He never shows reaction
He just keeps on cooking
His thoughts should never see the light of day
While the son buses tables
Handing out silverware
Pouring more tea
Asking, "How is everything?"
A regular says. The food is good,
But the service is so...
A family of three runs their business
An older couple
And a grown son
Momma is in charge
A tough old broad
Constantly fussing and barking out orders
Her husband, Johnny, stands at the grill
Acting as though he doesn’t hear
He never shows reaction
He just keeps on cooking
His thoughts should never see the light of day
While the son buses tables
Handing out silverware
Pouring more tea
Asking, "How is everything?"
A regular says. The food is good,
But the service is so...
#family
#LifeStruggles
429 reads
3 Comments
Black Oblivion
After the day has broken all of the rules
And finally surrenders to the night
We stand beneath the sky’s black oblivion
Asking foolish and unlearned questions
Looking for answers from sermons long since retired
We are left with only great questions and small answers
Then in quiet observation we realize
That life is not about aligning all the stars of the zodiac
But rather entertaining fallen angels
On their long way down
And providing the certain proof
That no one can love the way we do
Because we feel more deeply
We know that...
And finally surrenders to the night
We stand beneath the sky’s black oblivion
Asking foolish and unlearned questions
Looking for answers from sermons long since retired
We are left with only great questions and small answers
Then in quiet observation we realize
That life is not about aligning all the stars of the zodiac
But rather entertaining fallen angels
On their long way down
And providing the certain proof
That no one can love the way we do
Because we feel more deeply
We know that...
#kindness
#hope
#death #LifeStruggles
#death #LifeStruggles
453 reads
2 Comments
Forsaken Cry (After Auden)
The old masters were never wrong about suffering
though we continuously stumble.
We witness atrocities, then look away
resuming the mundane, shrugging shoulders
for it was no one we knew.
The old masters painted scenes of agony
in the most ordinary places
as if to prove suffering is an isolated experience.
Onlookers see and sympathize,
but they are somehow yet removed,
not quite totally there with the sufferers.
Yes, the old masters understood
the human position of suffering,
how it is...
though we continuously stumble.
We witness atrocities, then look away
resuming the mundane, shrugging shoulders
for it was no one we knew.
The old masters painted scenes of agony
in the most ordinary places
as if to prove suffering is an isolated experience.
Onlookers see and sympathize,
but they are somehow yet removed,
not quite totally there with the sufferers.
Yes, the old masters understood
the human position of suffering,
how it is...
#suffering
#WHAuden
423 reads
2 Comments
Somewhere I'd Like To Be
There is no “reset” button in life
And I really wish there were
Because sometimes I get so frustrated
With everything and everybody
I want the go out for ice cream
And take a left turn and just keep going
Then by hook or crook end up in India
India is third world enough
To leave all of my first world problems behind
I can reinvent myself there
Forget who I was
Be who I want to be
Live in the moment of the here and now
And have a new future lying at my feet
India is far enough away and full of strangers
I...
And I really wish there were
Because sometimes I get so frustrated
With everything and everybody
I want the go out for ice cream
And take a left turn and just keep going
Then by hook or crook end up in India
India is third world enough
To leave all of my first world problems behind
I can reinvent myself there
Forget who I was
Be who I want to be
Live in the moment of the here and now
And have a new future lying at my feet
India is far enough away and full of strangers
I...
#anxiety
#LifeStruggles
455 reads
6 Comments
A Short Memory and a Long Tongue
#lust
#sex
#erotic
#lover
#sensual
829 reads
8 Comments
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