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!
Pretend
In fantasy I bring her waist to my warm embrace
I dream of the door of love’s tavern
To sip the nectar of love until full
I imagine the smell of her hair
And the taste of her skin
But she is not mine and it is not meant to be
So I pretend until my desire is satisfied
I dream of the door of love’s tavern
To sip the nectar of love until full
I imagine the smell of her hair
And the taste of her skin
But she is not mine and it is not meant to be
So I pretend until my desire is satisfied
#love
#lust
#erotic
#dreams
#lover
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5 Comments
Cowboy
I want to be a cowboy
Are there still cowboys anymore?
Maybe in Texas or Montana
Well, then I want to be a cowboy
I want to wear a cowboy hat that is dirty with work and stained with experience
A hat that has been stepped on by cattle
I want to wear western shirts that are tattered and torn
I want to wear dusty blue jeans with copper rivets
I want a pair of trusty cowboy boots that fit like well-worn gloves
I want to have bowlegs and walk with a limp fresh off the trail with stories to tell
I want to grow an obscenely large mustache that...
Are there still cowboys anymore?
Maybe in Texas or Montana
Well, then I want to be a cowboy
I want to wear a cowboy hat that is dirty with work and stained with experience
A hat that has been stepped on by cattle
I want to wear western shirts that are tattered and torn
I want to wear dusty blue jeans with copper rivets
I want a pair of trusty cowboy boots that fit like well-worn gloves
I want to have bowlegs and walk with a limp fresh off the trail with stories to tell
I want to grow an obscenely large mustache that...
#LifeGoals
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2 Comments
Odes
Ode to a Cricket
Prickly
Violinist
Knows the temperature outside
I serenade the moon as the old day falls asleep and the new day rises and yawns
Ode to Clouds
Billowy
Shapes
Molecules of water
I see the dreams that you pretend are real then shift and fade into something else
Ode to Driftwood
Smooth
Wood
Buffeted by water, rocks, and sand
You know not where I’m from, nor can imagine the journey I’ve endured, that makes you see me as art born out of water
Ode to Old Friends ...
Prickly
Violinist
Knows the temperature outside
I serenade the moon as the old day falls asleep and the new day rises and yawns
Ode to Clouds
Billowy
Shapes
Molecules of water
I see the dreams that you pretend are real then shift and fade into something else
Ode to Driftwood
Smooth
Wood
Buffeted by water, rocks, and sand
You know not where I’m from, nor can imagine the journey I’ve endured, that makes you see me as art born out of water
Ode to Old Friends ...
#nature
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2 Comments
Beginning to Fall Apart
Young and athletic,
built and toned
Years of sports
and hard work
At some point
I became the husband,
the dad and the boss
relegated to desk jobs
and sitting on the couch
Did I just let my body go
Or is this how middle-age
is supposed to look?
Now upon rare occasion
I still look at myself
in the mirror
and remember
my glory days
I give myself
a wink and say,
“You’ve still got
the body of a god,
unfortunately
it’s Buddha.”
Oh well, you might as well
make the best of it ...
built and toned
Years of sports
and hard work
At some point
I became the husband,
the dad and the boss
relegated to desk jobs
and sitting on the couch
Did I just let my body go
Or is this how middle-age
is supposed to look?
Now upon rare occasion
I still look at myself
in the mirror
and remember
my glory days
I give myself
a wink and say,
“You’ve still got
the body of a god,
unfortunately
it’s Buddha.”
Oh well, you might as well
make the best of it ...
#LifeStruggles
459 reads
3 Comments
Kingfisher
Walking the windy path that follows
A meandering stream of silver water
The creek is full and clear
Its floor of large flat stones,
Slippery moss covered ledges
Providing few places to hide
Small fish hover, meditating
And there, a Kingfisher perched above on a branch
That magnificent blue bird wearing a necklace of pearl
Crowned with a cobalt Mohawk and a chest of white
Cruising just above the water chattering his call
Before lighting on another limb
Did his song make the silver fish tremble with fear?
Did the shadow of his...
A meandering stream of silver water
The creek is full and clear
Its floor of large flat stones,
Slippery moss covered ledges
Providing few places to hide
Small fish hover, meditating
And there, a Kingfisher perched above on a branch
That magnificent blue bird wearing a necklace of pearl
Crowned with a cobalt Mohawk and a chest of white
Cruising just above the water chattering his call
Before lighting on another limb
Did his song make the silver fish tremble with fear?
Did the shadow of his...
#birds
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1 Comment
Loving Me
Loving me is not as hard as you make it out to be
Especially if you’re paying attention
Love is not a game, but there are rules you need to learn
Understand what makes me happy and the things I want
I will gladly do the same for you
Then we can find common ground through compromise
And surprise by thinking outside the box
Look for opportunities to satisfy
Go out of your way to say, “I care”
Tell me often how much you love me
Speak in a language I can understand
Better yet, don’t tell, show
Don’t think, just feel
When you work it...
Especially if you’re paying attention
Love is not a game, but there are rules you need to learn
Understand what makes me happy and the things I want
I will gladly do the same for you
Then we can find common ground through compromise
And surprise by thinking outside the box
Look for opportunities to satisfy
Go out of your way to say, “I care”
Tell me often how much you love me
Speak in a language I can understand
Better yet, don’t tell, show
Don’t think, just feel
When you work it...
#love
#LifeStruggles
#earth
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Angels In Eternity
The services of dying priest
have ended
We are now
traveling penitents
who still sin upon occasion
falling into still thinking old
instead of thinking new
A society of hypocrites
Dust covers our feet
with clay made from
the skulls of kings
We are parched
and weather weary
not living by bread alone
We walk the earth praying
sometimes under ruins
treasure may be found
that we may gather jewels
for a crown above
but we are only
the corrupted dust
you...
have ended
We are now
traveling penitents
who still sin upon occasion
falling into still thinking old
instead of thinking new
A society of hypocrites
Dust covers our feet
with clay made from
the skulls of kings
We are parched
and weather weary
not living by bread alone
We walk the earth praying
sometimes under ruins
treasure may be found
that we may gather jewels
for a crown above
but we are only
the corrupted dust
you...
#LifeStruggles
#religion
#heaven
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Abandoned
Thinking, wondering, musing,
The brain electric
Gray matter synapse firing
The spark of an idea
Formulation of thought
Pen put to paper
Writing on the page
Weaving words together
A beginning, middle, and end
Editing and revising
Add, change, delete
Never truly finished,
But finally abandoned
Thus, another poem is born
The brain electric
Gray matter synapse firing
The spark of an idea
Formulation of thought
Pen put to paper
Writing on the page
Weaving words together
A beginning, middle, and end
Editing and revising
Add, change, delete
Never truly finished,
But finally abandoned
Thus, another poem is born
#WritingPoetry
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The Tomb of Hafez
The tomb of Hafez
In Musalla Gardens
On the dry river
With an ocean of blue
In the sky above
With each good rain
Fortune fades,
Narrowed down
To one long sigh
In pale company
Yet the words
Of Hafez
Still remain true
Those who do not read
Are never justified
By the blind
Those who do not learn
Are fools
There is nothing wrong
With being ignorant
But there is something
Seriously wrong
With wanting
To stay that way
In Musalla Gardens
On the dry river
With an ocean of blue
In the sky above
With each good rain
Fortune fades,
Narrowed down
To one long sigh
In pale company
Yet the words
Of Hafez
Still remain true
Those who do not read
Are never justified
By the blind
Those who do not learn
Are fools
There is nothing wrong
With being ignorant
But there is something
Seriously wrong
With wanting
To stay that way
#WritingPoetry
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0 Comments
Plagiarism
Poetry is plagiarism
Derived from thoughts
Or words heard or read
Solomon said,
"There's nothing new
under the sun".
So, I guess
In one way or another
It's all been said before.
Plagiarism!
If in the beginning was the word,
Then all else
May just be the word rearranged.
I say if,
Perhaps in the beginning
There was silence.
In which case,
Rearranging words
Requires the quietude
Of the Psalmist's
“Be still”.
There can be poetry then,
Even in...
Derived from thoughts
Or words heard or read
Solomon said,
"There's nothing new
under the sun".
So, I guess
In one way or another
It's all been said before.
Plagiarism!
If in the beginning was the word,
Then all else
May just be the word rearranged.
I say if,
Perhaps in the beginning
There was silence.
In which case,
Rearranging words
Requires the quietude
Of the Psalmist's
“Be still”.
There can be poetry then,
Even in...
#WritingPoetry
507 reads
3 Comments
Masquerade
Life is a masquerade
Where everyone wears a mask
But the people are not the mask they wear
They all pretend
And they're all afraid
Hiding behind their mask
Living with the constant fear
That others won't like who they really are
They all need to feel loved
Loved so much it hurts
And so they don't risk rejection from anyone
They dare not show their real face
They hold their mask on tight
So tight they can hardly breathe
They go through life suffocating from the facade
Not really trusting, not really living
Barely...
Where everyone wears a mask
But the people are not the mask they wear
They all pretend
And they're all afraid
Hiding behind their mask
Living with the constant fear
That others won't like who they really are
They all need to feel loved
Loved so much it hurts
And so they don't risk rejection from anyone
They dare not show their real face
They hold their mask on tight
So tight they can hardly breathe
They go through life suffocating from the facade
Not really trusting, not really living
Barely...
#LifeStruggles
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5 Comments
Waiting on the Sun to Set on Hitchin
Sitting on a bench atop a hill at Hitchin lavender farm
Waiting on the sun to set
Overlooking the purple and green field of lavender
And nearby garden of golden yellow sunflowers
Patiently waiting on celestial bodies to slowly revolve
I spent my time people watching other visitors to the field
Down in the lowland passenger trains provide some distraction
As they skate by on the tracks at unknown intervals
Beyond the tracks and a line of trees are the rolling hills of the English countryside
A patchwork of green grass and hay stubble gold
It...
Waiting on the sun to set
Overlooking the purple and green field of lavender
And nearby garden of golden yellow sunflowers
Patiently waiting on celestial bodies to slowly revolve
I spent my time people watching other visitors to the field
Down in the lowland passenger trains provide some distraction
As they skate by on the tracks at unknown intervals
Beyond the tracks and a line of trees are the rolling hills of the English countryside
A patchwork of green grass and hay stubble gold
It...
#flowers
#nature
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4 Comments
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