Submissions by SonderNinja (BenjaminEC)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Meticulous nonsense
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st Aug 2024 5:32pm
31st Aug 2024 5:32pm
White-knuckle
Break to see or flee for shade
by a gawk of rocks
in white-knuckle blaze...
a raving phrase
is carried on the breeze,
under the shovel
of an encroaching
storm distress
over wide, weary
scabs on the pull - mend
a slip through the cracks
into callous fist
(they cooked us with looks
so we spoke through smoke,
our love whispered
in a garbled flux
of gilded whine,
our needled eyes on the prize
cleaving the dirt
from air to gold
all while choking on time ...
by a gawk of rocks
in white-knuckle blaze...
a raving phrase
is carried on the breeze,
under the shovel
of an encroaching
storm distress
over wide, weary
scabs on the pull - mend
a slip through the cracks
into callous fist
(they cooked us with looks
so we spoke through smoke,
our love whispered
in a garbled flux
of gilded whine,
our needled eyes on the prize
cleaving the dirt
from air to gold
all while choking on time ...
#FreeVerse
#mystery
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Aug 2024 11:56pm
25th Aug 2024 11:56pm
The Doghouse
Disenchantment
down at the
doghouse,
passions cool
to curse & sense
perfect-
beyond the shadow
of a doubtful cur
familiar scent
of stranger air
teeth & splintered
chops down cold,
a red running
on the moonlight howling
wet work meals
that pop & please
or just the empty beds
of dust & dream
a mutt for all seasons,
I'm
outdoors,
you know....
disengagement
down at the
doghouse --
cooler...
down at the
doghouse,
passions cool
to curse & sense
perfect-
beyond the shadow
of a doubtful cur
familiar scent
of stranger air
teeth & splintered
chops down cold,
a red running
on the moonlight howling
wet work meals
that pop & please
or just the empty beds
of dust & dream
a mutt for all seasons,
I'm
outdoors,
you know....
disengagement
down at the
doghouse --
cooler...
#dystopian
#freedom
#FreeVerse #philosophical
#FreeVerse #philosophical
116 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Aug 2024 9:54pm
25th Aug 2024 9:54pm
Conundrum
..
A switch in the dark,
using light to find the Light
and now for a spark...
TV was down way too low,
it is now up far too high.
A switch in the dark,
using light to find the Light
and now for a spark...
TV was down way too low,
it is now up far too high.
#philosophical
#tanka
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1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Aug 2024 10:14pm
18th Aug 2024 10:14pm
Kindhearted Man
A kindhearted man
studies evil all the time,
cooks through the books
for peculiar looks,
scrolls on angel wings
across the deathly dull
into a hand-cut lull,
suited to the bone
for special atonement:
speaks with a barrelhouse twang
to the twilit range -
sings for the choir
on a wire transfer -
-barbs & bribes
banalities proscribed
through polyvinyl
chloride pipes-
those underground
bullet.in bytes
of my blood pressure ...
studies evil all the time,
cooks through the books
for peculiar looks,
scrolls on angel wings
across the deathly dull
into a hand-cut lull,
suited to the bone
for special atonement:
speaks with a barrelhouse twang
to the twilit range -
sings for the choir
on a wire transfer -
-barbs & bribes
banalities proscribed
through polyvinyl
chloride pipes-
those underground
bullet.in bytes
of my blood pressure ...
#dystopian
#FreeVerse
205 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd May 2024 8:20am
23rd May 2024 8:20am
Redline
A spark on the ice-
a new day sun
abandoned plaza
scenting phrase:
a chariot lights
the fox & runs
a hilt of moon
through the Eyes
In The Sky
haunting the hills
with a daggered jaunt-
a green despair in blackest blue
stewed in some hope cum bile
burst of stench
from a shaded doorway
honking:
pork, crawl,
dine:
pismire pig line
titillates
treacherous
thistledown t.rust
on nightmare steeds ...
a new day sun
abandoned plaza
scenting phrase:
a chariot lights
the fox & runs
a hilt of moon
through the Eyes
In The Sky
haunting the hills
with a daggered jaunt-
a green despair in blackest blue
stewed in some hope cum bile
burst of stench
from a shaded doorway
honking:
pork, crawl,
dine:
pismire pig line
titillates
treacherous
thistledown t.rust
on nightmare steeds ...
#FreeVerse
#dystopian
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3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd May 2024 8:12am
23rd May 2024 8:12am
Blueblood
wake~
Voices in my head-
the tones in my bones,
a cut on my operating hand
or a lash of sweat in the eye;
a way with boring word-clinics,
oohing & aahing
to grilled meat & spilled milk,
chickens fried
the path walked
to spade & use
my tools for recompense...
all that nancy shit we do...
mostly talk & balk...
it's not like it was
back when a few hours
was a few hours
& not nine fucking minutes,
when it was more or less
sex &...
Voices in my head-
the tones in my bones,
a cut on my operating hand
or a lash of sweat in the eye;
a way with boring word-clinics,
oohing & aahing
to grilled meat & spilled milk,
chickens fried
the path walked
to spade & use
my tools for recompense...
all that nancy shit we do...
mostly talk & balk...
it's not like it was
back when a few hours
was a few hours
& not nine fucking minutes,
when it was more or less
sex &...
#FreeVerse
#dystopian
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th May 2024 5:52am
18th May 2024 5:52am
Robota
A flesh machine
on mind control
asleep at the wheel
of an earthbound fall
a maladaptive daydream
rolling the stone
on the road to Rome:
gods from the cogs
of a clock
farm
~race
some shadow work
(for a cut)
then playing in the blood,
a saving grace
with a long game face
an enduring faith
in short-term fealty
(and memory)
tallying salt:
a broken legion
made in the shade
of...
on mind control
asleep at the wheel
of an earthbound fall
a maladaptive daydream
rolling the stone
on the road to Rome:
gods from the cogs
of a clock
farm
~race
some shadow work
(for a cut)
then playing in the blood,
a saving grace
with a long game face
an enduring faith
in short-term fealty
(and memory)
tallying salt:
a broken legion
made in the shade
of...
#job
#dystopian
#FreeVerse
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7 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
20th Apr 2024 10:43pm
20th Apr 2024 10:43pm
Gaze of Glass
Home is
where you are
chipping the stone
to grave applause
a look in the eyes
when the lights go down
awake to
crouching
(sure)
~the stars are not right
for a place
in.between
dilated paranoia,
a mawkish glass
for snorting past
with a blunting bite
as fingertips
crawl on storms
with a ~click
in the night...
a quick blue fire
from Zippo & flesh
within the heat
of a ~~menthol slide:
a...
where you are
chipping the stone
to grave applause
a look in the eyes
when the lights go down
awake to
crouching
(sure)
~the stars are not right
for a place
in.between
dilated paranoia,
a mawkish glass
for snorting past
with a blunting bite
as fingertips
crawl on storms
with a ~click
in the night...
a quick blue fire
from Zippo & flesh
within the heat
of a ~~menthol slide:
a...
#anxiety
#dark
#FreeVerse
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2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Apr 2024 9:48pm
20th Apr 2024 9:48pm
The Beauty (Sleep) & the Beast
Crawling space, the beast lurks near
grit to wit in creep of dream
poor as dust on gold to wist
carving eyes that shout & beam
groaning highs of spine & trace
dazing sweet for kiss of bite
dark in cloak of night & lace
star & map the chosen site
drawing down to sheathe with ease
saw the light with guts & knife
gone to ground this crush & breeze
moonlit song of blood & life
tangled forces foam with red
open gash wills quick & blue
blackened steel through dawning head ...
grit to wit in creep of dream
poor as dust on gold to wist
carving eyes that shout & beam
groaning highs of spine & trace
dazing sweet for kiss of bite
dark in cloak of night & lace
star & map the chosen site
drawing down to sheathe with ease
saw the light with guts & knife
gone to ground this crush & breeze
moonlit song of blood & life
tangled forces foam with red
open gash wills quick & blue
blackened steel through dawning head ...
#mystery
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Apr 2024 6:09pm
7th Apr 2024 6:09pm
Singularity Blues
An electric voice tickled my groove
it bit with a bolt through trembling rust
from a coat of flesh to bare the wires
in the wake of an age for minding the stage
with invisible eyes on unseen highs
winging a glance for lines in {sigh}
by glassing a face to hunt the brim
adorned in the scorn of an hourglass gaze:
waxing an ax through the waning path
of a cog to dog ‘til blind with pain-
where feisty pink ribbons howl at the moon
through placid blue release
from the hollowed hum with a brutal thrum ...
it bit with a bolt through trembling rust
from a coat of flesh to bare the wires
in the wake of an age for minding the stage
with invisible eyes on unseen highs
winging a glance for lines in {sigh}
by glassing a face to hunt the brim
adorned in the scorn of an hourglass gaze:
waxing an ax through the waning path
of a cog to dog ‘til blind with pain-
where feisty pink ribbons howl at the moon
through placid blue release
from the hollowed hum with a brutal thrum ...
#SelfReflection
#dystopian
#FreeVerse
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Apr 2024 2:06pm
7th Apr 2024 2:06pm
Rope-a-Dopamine
Days of daze, din of dance,
worn-out welcomes track in flesh
hunting-horrors on dog-eared wings
to (nightly) tingle my dribbling brain…
I am buried ‘neath the skin
on the outside-in
as I brother the trails to an alien sky
a xenolithic burst
from my heart opaque…
glaze of grin, gash of blaze,
welling welcomes wear-out flesh
shrieks on magic chimera wings
that (nightly) tingling brim of space
I have married to the breeze
with a topside ease
so...
worn-out welcomes track in flesh
hunting-horrors on dog-eared wings
to (nightly) tingle my dribbling brain…
I am buried ‘neath the skin
on the outside-in
as I brother the trails to an alien sky
a xenolithic burst
from my heart opaque…
glaze of grin, gash of blaze,
welling welcomes wear-out flesh
shrieks on magic chimera wings
that (nightly) tingling brim of space
I have married to the breeze
with a topside ease
so...
#philosophical
#FreeVerse
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SELF POEM
Published
7th Apr 2024 3:44am
7th Apr 2024 3:44am
Running Around With My Head Cut Off
A mind full of lies to learn
became being mindful of the energy burn;
cocky, for no reason other than to
reference my papercut competition
deep in the dank as one
official chicken....
puling a hole to beak or peak
couched in poetic pain...
we know all that
everything that glitters is
{bloody good fun}
a spaz, a smoke, a sight
but here there be
choking on broken bones
in Styrofoam boxes,
sparking with a spurt, a start, a spray,
a dust & ease in its normal
(pathological) state of grease... ...
became being mindful of the energy burn;
cocky, for no reason other than to
reference my papercut competition
deep in the dank as one
official chicken....
puling a hole to beak or peak
couched in poetic pain...
we know all that
everything that glitters is
{bloody good fun}
a spaz, a smoke, a sight
but here there be
choking on broken bones
in Styrofoam boxes,
sparking with a spurt, a start, a spray,
a dust & ease in its normal
(pathological) state of grease... ...
#SelfDiscovery
#FreeVerse
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