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!
Actor 1
Actor 1 enters stage right
The world is your stage
Everyone you know
Is in the audience
The spotlight is always on you
Everyone's a critic
Sometimes you choose your role
Other times you take the part you're given
Your lines are unrehearsed
A fake smile hides your pain
You want to be loved
And appreciated for who you are
But it's hard to remove
The mask you wear
You're too heavily invested in the lie
You've bought in to the sham
Taking a shower is for crying
But the show must go on
Waiting on the...
The world is your stage
Everyone you know
Is in the audience
The spotlight is always on you
Everyone's a critic
Sometimes you choose your role
Other times you take the part you're given
Your lines are unrehearsed
A fake smile hides your pain
You want to be loved
And appreciated for who you are
But it's hard to remove
The mask you wear
You're too heavily invested in the lie
You've bought in to the sham
Taking a shower is for crying
But the show must go on
Waiting on the...
#LifeStruggles
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This Is Not December
We flew to Montreal on vacation
Canada was white with snow
I don't know what I expected
The buildings, walls, and boxcars
Were thick with graffiti
Just like home
We took the train up to Quebec City
Countryside dressed in snowfall
The winter sky was gray
And looking through any window
It looked cold outside
The Canadians were unphased
The snow, the ice, the salt
The wet, the freeze, and the gravel
The snowplows, drifts, bluster
So different from the deep south
The heart of dixie
Where we may get snow
Once...
Canada was white with snow
I don't know what I expected
The buildings, walls, and boxcars
Were thick with graffiti
Just like home
We took the train up to Quebec City
Countryside dressed in snowfall
The winter sky was gray
And looking through any window
It looked cold outside
The Canadians were unphased
The snow, the ice, the salt
The wet, the freeze, and the gravel
The snowplows, drifts, bluster
So different from the deep south
The heart of dixie
Where we may get snow
Once...
#winter
#snow
#travel
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Mermaid Paradise
Pastel colored beach bungalows, sunny days, ocean views, and rum cocktails.
Windblown hair, toes in the sand, cry of gulls, and crashing waves.
Lunch at the cafe, reading a book, people watching, the fishing pier, and a gray pelican on a post.
Long afternoons, walks on the beach, coconut palms, and a thousand pink sunsets.
Lazy days, shady porch, ceiling fan drone, and naps in a hammock,
A drive to the back bay, wandering the marina, boats entering and leaving, fresh fish.
A tiny paper umbrella sits beside a glass of melting ice cubes, crashing waves, the...
Windblown hair, toes in the sand, cry of gulls, and crashing waves.
Lunch at the cafe, reading a book, people watching, the fishing pier, and a gray pelican on a post.
Long afternoons, walks on the beach, coconut palms, and a thousand pink sunsets.
Lazy days, shady porch, ceiling fan drone, and naps in a hammock,
A drive to the back bay, wandering the marina, boats entering and leaving, fresh fish.
A tiny paper umbrella sits beside a glass of melting ice cubes, crashing waves, the...
#dreams
#sea
#summer #IMissYou
#summer #IMissYou
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Acquaintances
I had wanted us to be friends,
But we were merely acquaintances,
These birds that no longer called or come by.
Some thirty years ago when we first bought
The homeplace on a small farm
I would talk to Bobwhite quail with whistles mimicking his name,
Enticing a visit or to keep the conversation going.
But he was only willing to come as far as the wood line,
Where he remained a shadowy figure,
Preferring to talk from his side of an invisible fence
With me across the yard on the other.
Some say that loss of habitat due to farmland ...
But we were merely acquaintances,
These birds that no longer called or come by.
Some thirty years ago when we first bought
The homeplace on a small farm
I would talk to Bobwhite quail with whistles mimicking his name,
Enticing a visit or to keep the conversation going.
But he was only willing to come as far as the wood line,
Where he remained a shadowy figure,
Preferring to talk from his side of an invisible fence
With me across the yard on the other.
Some say that loss of habitat due to farmland ...
#birds
#memories
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Without Understanding
I don't understand a lot of stuff I love.
Accumulated over time
Between the worrying
And the working,
In the midst of a difficult year.
Life is tough, it doesn't
Pull any punches.
If you'd asked me two years ago
I would have had nicer
Things to say,
But the truth isn't always pretty.
Like the nicks and cuts that come
From a dry shave.
The blood scabs on your face.
They say that time heals all wounds.
But no matter whether
Painting a picture
Of sitting in a staircase
Or drawing a line,
It is...
Accumulated over time
Between the worrying
And the working,
In the midst of a difficult year.
Life is tough, it doesn't
Pull any punches.
If you'd asked me two years ago
I would have had nicer
Things to say,
But the truth isn't always pretty.
Like the nicks and cuts that come
From a dry shave.
The blood scabs on your face.
They say that time heals all wounds.
But no matter whether
Painting a picture
Of sitting in a staircase
Or drawing a line,
It is...
#LifeStruggles
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Gasp
Live as the trees.
Don't be afraid
To be a tender shoot.
Drink the rain,
Take the time to grow.
Become the young sapling.
Look to the heavens,
Reach for the stars,
Follow the sun.
Enjoy each season
For what they are
And what they bring.
Put down strong roots.
Grow straight and tall.
Stretch out your arms,
Feel the breeze.
Be flexible enough
To brave the storms,
Bending without breaking.
Endure the changes that come.
Share your shade...
Don't be afraid
To be a tender shoot.
Drink the rain,
Take the time to grow.
Become the young sapling.
Look to the heavens,
Reach for the stars,
Follow the sun.
Enjoy each season
For what they are
And what they bring.
Put down strong roots.
Grow straight and tall.
Stretch out your arms,
Feel the breeze.
Be flexible enough
To brave the storms,
Bending without breaking.
Endure the changes that come.
Share your shade...
#trees
#LifeGoals
#LifeCycle
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Spasm
#love
#lover
502 reads
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Chez Antoine
I don't know why I have such a fancy for this little cafe.
Maybe it's the quaint side street location
Or how the outside tables have a view of one leg of the Eiffel Tower.
Undoubtedly there are better, more exclusive - meaning more expensive, cafes around.
But this one hides in the shade of maple, oak, and lime trees which line the walk.
They sift the Parisian sunlight like a colander casting crocheted shadows across the patio
and three quarters the way up the wall.
To an American it doesn't matter which cafe you choose, there's something exotic...
Maybe it's the quaint side street location
Or how the outside tables have a view of one leg of the Eiffel Tower.
Undoubtedly there are better, more exclusive - meaning more expensive, cafes around.
But this one hides in the shade of maple, oak, and lime trees which line the walk.
They sift the Parisian sunlight like a colander casting crocheted shadows across the patio
and three quarters the way up the wall.
To an American it doesn't matter which cafe you choose, there's something exotic...
#WritingPoetry
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The Voice
The city has lost its voice and we have lost a noble soul. We looked at your life and we saw a beautiful heart beating in front of us because you took the time to condense the experience of being alive into words. And with your words you gave us the stars, with your life you showed us how the spread their light. You said that empathy is the key to changing the world and you set about doing just that. There was no "me" or "I", instead your life was all about the "we". It was all about sharing and encouraging others to be the best version of themselves they could be. And I know you were just a...
#friendship
#WritingPoetry
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Anatomy of the Night
We are star dust
Living under the light
Of a thousand stars.
They are our inheritance.
The universe flows
Through our veins.
We both emit light
And reflect light.
We are both wished upon
And we are
Someone's dream.
Our dimples twinkle
When we smile.
We are radiant
Until time stands still,
And the seas walk backward,
And other stars
Are collapsing,
But we grow
Into a supernova,
Something more beautiful
Than we were before.
So, in that dusky moment
When you...
Living under the light
Of a thousand stars.
They are our inheritance.
The universe flows
Through our veins.
We both emit light
And reflect light.
We are both wished upon
And we are
Someone's dream.
Our dimples twinkle
When we smile.
We are radiant
Until time stands still,
And the seas walk backward,
And other stars
Are collapsing,
But we grow
Into a supernova,
Something more beautiful
Than we were before.
So, in that dusky moment
When you...
#beauty
#universe
#stars #night
#stars #night
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On Jackson Island
We had left Wetumpka crossing over the arched bridge that spans the Coosa having seen the Big Fish house mounted on the hillside with white picked fence.
On Jackson Island never had friendlier goats I'd seen anywhere
And how they loved to climb the fake trees,
Where I looked down the single street of Spectre's fictional town.
The pretty fake houses, the lovely fake church at the end.
What a shame the fake brick buildings have all burned
And I had no shoes to throw over the line between the post.
I visited neither too soon nor too late and drove it's...
On Jackson Island never had friendlier goats I'd seen anywhere
And how they loved to climb the fake trees,
Where I looked down the single street of Spectre's fictional town.
The pretty fake houses, the lovely fake church at the end.
What a shame the fake brick buildings have all burned
And I had no shoes to throw over the line between the post.
I visited neither too soon nor too late and drove it's...
#dreams
#travel
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The Bread of Life
How did I end up in this poem?
I am supposed to be the unseen laborer
Pushing the pen or tapping the keys.
My thoughts massaging my brain,
My brain kneading creativity
Over and over like dough,
Then cover and leave it alone for a time
Until inspiration, as yeast, makes it rise.
Finally, I carefully bake it by editing
Until It is completely done.
My part is played, my role is finished
Unseen behind the kitchen door.
Now please enjoy a slice.
. . . the word and the bread,
Oh how they sustain us.
I am supposed to be the unseen laborer
Pushing the pen or tapping the keys.
My thoughts massaging my brain,
My brain kneading creativity
Over and over like dough,
Then cover and leave it alone for a time
Until inspiration, as yeast, makes it rise.
Finally, I carefully bake it by editing
Until It is completely done.
My part is played, my role is finished
Unseen behind the kitchen door.
Now please enjoy a slice.
. . . the word and the bread,
Oh how they sustain us.
#WritingPoetry
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