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!
The Dog Days of Summer
I received a flyer in the mail
Announcing a rabies clinic in the local area
The flyer listed the schedule of dates and locations
Below the schedule was a simple request
“Please have dogs on a leash
And cats in a pillow case or carrier”
I don’t have anything against cats,
But I am a ‘dog person’
So, I did giggle about the cat
In the pillow case
However, after my initial mirth
I thought it was about as classy
As a rat with a gold tooth
The morning of the clinic rolled around
The dogs were all excited when we loaded up ...
Announcing a rabies clinic in the local area
The flyer listed the schedule of dates and locations
Below the schedule was a simple request
“Please have dogs on a leash
And cats in a pillow case or carrier”
I don’t have anything against cats,
But I am a ‘dog person’
So, I did giggle about the cat
In the pillow case
However, after my initial mirth
I thought it was about as classy
As a rat with a gold tooth
The morning of the clinic rolled around
The dogs were all excited when we loaded up ...
#dogs
#funny
481 reads
2 Comments
Seed of a Poem
You are the seed of a poem
An insightful rose,
And the flashing sea
You are just one sin,
A little white lie
Morning’s marine haze
You are a sensual pomegranate,
The sticky honey,
The surf’s salt air
You are the allure of gardenias,
Peach juice running down my arm,
Foam among the waves
You are the dream that makes me smile
You are the reflection of clouds on the surface of the pond
And the call of the open ocean
But you are a language I do not speak
A dirty window obscuring my view ...
An insightful rose,
And the flashing sea
You are just one sin,
A little white lie
Morning’s marine haze
You are a sensual pomegranate,
The sticky honey,
The surf’s salt air
You are the allure of gardenias,
Peach juice running down my arm,
Foam among the waves
You are the dream that makes me smile
You are the reflection of clouds on the surface of the pond
And the call of the open ocean
But you are a language I do not speak
A dirty window obscuring my view ...
#lover
528 reads
4 Comments
My Life on the Moon
Life is lonely
In the quiet vacuum
Of outer space
Family and friends,
Acquaintances and
Strangers drift
In and out of my life
While I am left
Standing on the surface
Of the moon,
Silent and cold
Surrounded by
Black atmosphere
I feel weightless
When I see the one I love,
I smile and beckon her
With out-stretched arms
Then I watch her
Get smaller and smaller
As she gently floats away
Followed by my tears
In the quiet vacuum
Of outer space
Family and friends,
Acquaintances and
Strangers drift
In and out of my life
While I am left
Standing on the surface
Of the moon,
Silent and cold
Surrounded by
Black atmosphere
I feel weightless
When I see the one I love,
I smile and beckon her
With out-stretched arms
Then I watch her
Get smaller and smaller
As she gently floats away
Followed by my tears
#relationships
430 reads
3 Comments
The Writer's Hive
Sitting on a porch or under a tree
Telling stories in the southern tradition
Gathering thoughts and storing up ideas
Like seeds for next year’s planting
Then scattering letters, watering words & harvesting poems
Trying to find a sweet spot in the writer’s hive,
Busy as bees writing in the long hours of the dying day
Creating something that never existed before
Born in the mind’s eye or conceived in a dream,
Overheard in a conversation or read somewhere not remembered
Trying to satisfy self and please my brain,
There is no art...
Telling stories in the southern tradition
Gathering thoughts and storing up ideas
Like seeds for next year’s planting
Then scattering letters, watering words & harvesting poems
Trying to find a sweet spot in the writer’s hive,
Busy as bees writing in the long hours of the dying day
Creating something that never existed before
Born in the mind’s eye or conceived in a dream,
Overheard in a conversation or read somewhere not remembered
Trying to satisfy self and please my brain,
There is no art...
#WritingPoetry
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Changing Horses
You can’t change horses mid-stream
And you can’t ride two horses
With only one ass
So, I’ll keep the horse
I rode in on,
Set the wild one free
Then I’ll leave this
One horse town
Riding off
Into the sunset,
Happy to be
Back in the saddle again
And you can’t ride two horses
With only one ass
So, I’ll keep the horse
I rode in on,
Set the wild one free
Then I’ll leave this
One horse town
Riding off
Into the sunset,
Happy to be
Back in the saddle again
#relationships
#horses
552 reads
5 Comments
The Blue Wheelbarrow
So much depends upon the
laborer
glazed with sweat
working
beside his
black
lunch pale
upon
which he depends,
he
opens it to
find
white chickens
fried,
he smiles
as
he eats,
not
unlike me
as
I write
laborer
glazed with sweat
working
beside his
black
lunch pale
upon
which he depends,
he
opens it to
find
white chickens
fried,
he smiles
as
he eats,
not
unlike me
as
I write
#funny
542 reads
5 Comments
Returning to Bed
Returning to bed
To your bewildered
And confused face
As you raise your head
To see me crawling back in
To get close to you
And share the warmth
Of your body
To conform myself to you
Spooning together
We synchronize our breathing
And lie still as fawns
And quiet as doves
So that I might recover
Some sleep that was lost
When I got up early
Frustrated at being awake
And went to the other room
So I could read and regroup
To take another charge
At sleeping
Knowing that you
Would be...
To your bewildered
And confused face
As you raise your head
To see me crawling back in
To get close to you
And share the warmth
Of your body
To conform myself to you
Spooning together
We synchronize our breathing
And lie still as fawns
And quiet as doves
So that I might recover
Some sleep that was lost
When I got up early
Frustrated at being awake
And went to the other room
So I could read and regroup
To take another charge
At sleeping
Knowing that you
Would be...
#motivational
#sleep
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Icarus in the Sea
Nobody notices Icarus
Falling into the sea
Except Flemish painters.
Nobody cares
About endangered holidays
Except mothers and retailers.
And I am only worried
About not seeing stars
When I bend over
To put on my socks and shoes.
Does that make me shallow?
I suppose if I saw Icarus
Bobbing in the ocean
With singed wings
I would throw him a preserver.
And if invited home for the holidays
I would bring a gift or some food.
Perhaps a bucket of fried chicken
Or a landscape painting for my mother
By a...
Falling into the sea
Except Flemish painters.
Nobody cares
About endangered holidays
Except mothers and retailers.
And I am only worried
About not seeing stars
When I bend over
To put on my socks and shoes.
Does that make me shallow?
I suppose if I saw Icarus
Bobbing in the ocean
With singed wings
I would throw him a preserver.
And if invited home for the holidays
I would bring a gift or some food.
Perhaps a bucket of fried chicken
Or a landscape painting for my mother
By a...
#LifeStruggles
#sea
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0 Comments
Tapestry
Life is a tapestry of colors
We weave together
Some telling their story
Others just throwing paint
Trying to convey a message
A dark blue night
A pale horse
Whose name is death
Panic red
Daffodil yellow
The green of envy
We sit at the loom
Toiling in suburban rayon
Or fields of cotton
Our hands becoming
Rough as cats’ tongues
We work until our memory
Has no spaces
We weave together
Some telling their story
Others just throwing paint
Trying to convey a message
A dark blue night
A pale horse
Whose name is death
Panic red
Daffodil yellow
The green of envy
We sit at the loom
Toiling in suburban rayon
Or fields of cotton
Our hands becoming
Rough as cats’ tongues
We work until our memory
Has no spaces
#LifeStruggles
614 reads
3 Comments
The Hows and the Why
This is how you sweep a corner
This is how you dust a ceiling fan
This is why you should clean your room
This is why cleanliness is next to Godliness
And this is how you tie your shoes
This is how a tie makes your outfit formal
This is why family is the tie that binds
This is why blood is thicker than water
This is how you determine the rise and the run
This is how you get the square root
This is why math is important
This is why you’ll never use algebra again
And this is how you make a spreadsheet ...
This is how you dust a ceiling fan
This is why you should clean your room
This is why cleanliness is next to Godliness
And this is how you tie your shoes
This is how a tie makes your outfit formal
This is why family is the tie that binds
This is why blood is thicker than water
This is how you determine the rise and the run
This is how you get the square root
This is why math is important
This is why you’ll never use algebra again
And this is how you make a spreadsheet ...
#LifeStruggles
766 reads
2 Comments
Dust Devils
We, as dust devils suddenly appear
Our brief lives spent turning,
Spinning like the skirts and dresses
Of the traveling gypsies
Who dance day after day.
We twirl and the future
Shows up everywhere
Around us.
In the commotion we collect dust,
An accumulated worthless fortune.
Aimlessly we wander,
Like nomads in a desert land.
This is our brief time in the sun.
Sweet as wild honey,
Bitter as wormwood.
Created by the unseen wind
And moved by the spirit
Though only for a moment.
Finally, we are manumitted...
Our brief lives spent turning,
Spinning like the skirts and dresses
Of the traveling gypsies
Who dance day after day.
We twirl and the future
Shows up everywhere
Around us.
In the commotion we collect dust,
An accumulated worthless fortune.
Aimlessly we wander,
Like nomads in a desert land.
This is our brief time in the sun.
Sweet as wild honey,
Bitter as wormwood.
Created by the unseen wind
And moved by the spirit
Though only for a moment.
Finally, we are manumitted...
#death
#LifeStruggles
507 reads
2 Comments
My Voice
I use my voice
Telling the story of people
Who cannot tell it
For themselves
Trying to assemble
The shattered remains
Of plans and dreams
Writing old poems
In new type
Remembering a moment
Stolen from time
In a year without winter
Watching the phases of the moon
And waiting on the sun to shine
To burn off the rust
Because I have little patience with darkness
Even in a night fueled by dreams
It is hard to watch someone die
Especially when I am left
To tell their story
Telling the story of people
Who cannot tell it
For themselves
Trying to assemble
The shattered remains
Of plans and dreams
Writing old poems
In new type
Remembering a moment
Stolen from time
In a year without winter
Watching the phases of the moon
And waiting on the sun to shine
To burn off the rust
Because I have little patience with darkness
Even in a night fueled by dreams
It is hard to watch someone die
Especially when I am left
To tell their story
#grief
#hope
#death #memories
#death #memories
541 reads
2 Comments
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