Submissions by TomShields (Evilhappy)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I don't feel like a poet. I empty a burden on my mind in one sitting most of the time and I just call it poetry because that is the label that fits it best.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Sep 2018 00:53am
27th Sep 2018 00:53am
Great, Again?
I'm ashamed to be an American
I didn't vote, I haven't been to the circus in years either
I'm sad because I understand
I'd laugh too, if I knew what to believe or,
if I saw rocket man played by anyone besides Elton John
I don't invest in laughingstock, and I'm no economist
I'm scared of US more than our orange faced don
who bought our country to divide Russians and pessimists
I hate politics, I never even get involved
we've made steps forward and devolved
and the next will inherit this administration's mess ...
I didn't vote, I haven't been to the circus in years either
I'm sad because I understand
I'd laugh too, if I knew what to believe or,
if I saw rocket man played by anyone besides Elton John
I don't invest in laughingstock, and I'm no economist
I'm scared of US more than our orange faced don
who bought our country to divide Russians and pessimists
I hate politics, I never even get involved
we've made steps forward and devolved
and the next will inherit this administration's mess ...
#politics
#America
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Sep 2018 9:58pm
26th Sep 2018 9:58pm
Birds in the Cosmic Sky
Comets are on the fly
phoenixes blazing across the sky
the stars must envy them their blaze
though they fizzle out and die
they are momentarily the center of every mortal gaze
and there are those comets remembered immortally for their days
across the Rosen Bridge our reality must seem an odd sight
kaleidoscopes would show a clearer image of the way things are
stars are wished upon, burning unthinkably hot and bright
they offer guidance and form pictures from a realm too far
generations of men have danced to darkness for favor of starlight ...
phoenixes blazing across the sky
the stars must envy them their blaze
though they fizzle out and die
they are momentarily the center of every mortal gaze
and there are those comets remembered immortally for their days
across the Rosen Bridge our reality must seem an odd sight
kaleidoscopes would show a clearer image of the way things are
stars are wished upon, burning unthinkably hot and bright
they offer guidance and form pictures from a realm too far
generations of men have danced to darkness for favor of starlight ...
#universe
#stars
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Sep 2018 7:57am
26th Sep 2018 7:57am
Into the Horizon
Forgiveness
It is a freckle on a smiling passer by's skin
it is a passage from the bible in a slipping mind
it is proof that there was a reason and a time when,
people were willing to overcome their differences and see what common ground they could find
these days there's a lot of ground to cover
you've got to build bridges; open your values an extra mile wide
not just to get to know each other
so you can have new people in your life, passengers hitching a ride
when they reach their stop they'll live on
you will as well and there's...
It is a freckle on a smiling passer by's skin
it is a passage from the bible in a slipping mind
it is proof that there was a reason and a time when,
people were willing to overcome their differences and see what common ground they could find
these days there's a lot of ground to cover
you've got to build bridges; open your values an extra mile wide
not just to get to know each other
so you can have new people in your life, passengers hitching a ride
when they reach their stop they'll live on
you will as well and there's...
#kindness
#loneliness
#forgiveness
#shame
#philosophical
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SELF POEM
Published
25th Sep 2018 2:18pm
25th Sep 2018 2:18pm
Warming up to a Stranger
Tread lightly in this cold shadow
trust with risk of malice aforethought
from frozen oceans deep, to thin ice of shores shallow
treacheries are seeped into perilous waters which dangers are fraught
enter the iris of this still stare the wise do not
so damaged is the glacial calm, on approach whipping winds lash for blood
it bleeds from the warmth it has been shown
treat it with all the prejudged guilt of a ruining flood
if you cannot just avoid it, and leave it alone.
trust with risk of malice aforethought
from frozen oceans deep, to thin ice of shores shallow
treacheries are seeped into perilous waters which dangers are fraught
enter the iris of this still stare the wise do not
so damaged is the glacial calm, on approach whipping winds lash for blood
it bleeds from the warmth it has been shown
treat it with all the prejudged guilt of a ruining flood
if you cannot just avoid it, and leave it alone.
#anxiety
#regret
#shame #disappointment
#shame #disappointment
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Sep 2018 2:15pm
24th Sep 2018 2:15pm
Honest, Look
You wouldn't find the truth attractive
she would be rough, common, no make up and her scars would show
they would show yourself, cruelty reflective
he would be an unsettling older man and he's lingering and slow
his presence feels like an invasion of privacy
you can't see he's been through battle, his legs are shot
you can outrun him easily, mug him, steal his security
if the truth were young, you'd look past their looks, but they would not
they'd ruin your impression of them fast
you'd want to hurt them, but feel too sorry to
for you'd know...
she would be rough, common, no make up and her scars would show
they would show yourself, cruelty reflective
he would be an unsettling older man and he's lingering and slow
his presence feels like an invasion of privacy
you can't see he's been through battle, his legs are shot
you can outrun him easily, mug him, steal his security
if the truth were young, you'd look past their looks, but they would not
they'd ruin your impression of them fast
you'd want to hurt them, but feel too sorry to
for you'd know...
#honesty
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Sep 2018 7:52am
23rd Sep 2018 7:52am
Monogyny
Royal decree:
give the ants a colony
condemnation or liberation?
Disenfranchised displacement, damnation
contain contagion, exiled to isolation
and the ants are delivered down
they cannot keep what they breed
they must grow what they need
why do they obey? Colonials:
"It was royally decreed."
Your masses were tired; you huddled them together to stay sanitary
what are 8,000 lives when they can dig their own cemeteries
the only thing sick is the joke that your ants were still alive
the king's decree outlived him, but...
give the ants a colony
condemnation or liberation?
Disenfranchised displacement, damnation
contain contagion, exiled to isolation
and the ants are delivered down
they cannot keep what they breed
they must grow what they need
why do they obey? Colonials:
"It was royally decreed."
Your masses were tired; you huddled them together to stay sanitary
what are 8,000 lives when they can dig their own cemeteries
the only thing sick is the joke that your ants were still alive
the king's decree outlived him, but...
#tragedy
#suffering
#hypocrisy
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2018 8:27pm
22nd Sep 2018 8:27pm
Straw-Man
Fields of straw for miles
so far voices carry, wait
a raven's caw from fetid piles
desolation and bones, nary a sound of life from the slate
beyond corpses dream of lives gone long for some time now
their sand is glass, their fields are ash, and their oceans dry
a strawman stands guard, faithful at a post, and this raven's calling, how?
There can be no hope, no dreams from the waking whose lives the dead decry
more fearsome things have examined, fled from and been startled by
the lone guardian of what remains, the strawman in the field, holding...
so far voices carry, wait
a raven's caw from fetid piles
desolation and bones, nary a sound of life from the slate
beyond corpses dream of lives gone long for some time now
their sand is glass, their fields are ash, and their oceans dry
a strawman stands guard, faithful at a post, and this raven's calling, how?
There can be no hope, no dreams from the waking whose lives the dead decry
more fearsome things have examined, fled from and been startled by
the lone guardian of what remains, the strawman in the field, holding...
#birds
#nature
#apocalypse
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2018 00:35am
22nd Sep 2018 00:35am
Keep Writing
Don't fall
asleep
you have all
these promises to keep
your idle hands plan demise that you so wantonly idolize
do not nod off now in agreement with your own demise
do not fall asleep . . .
your head heavy with the dreamless promises of a soothing drift
slipping away so easily down the avenue of lost time into your coffin
the nails are crooked, bent and they've created a rift
there's grave dirt on this bed, the wooden casket is rotten
you've hammered the heads in wrong far too often
of course, the recourse is to rebuild, would you...
asleep
you have all
these promises to keep
your idle hands plan demise that you so wantonly idolize
do not nod off now in agreement with your own demise
do not fall asleep . . .
your head heavy with the dreamless promises of a soothing drift
slipping away so easily down the avenue of lost time into your coffin
the nails are crooked, bent and they've created a rift
there's grave dirt on this bed, the wooden casket is rotten
you've hammered the heads in wrong far too often
of course, the recourse is to rebuild, would you...
#strength
#sleep
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Sep 2018 8:47pm
21st Sep 2018 8:47pm
Keep Walking
A race is not the issue
it's the color of safety-vest orange
black asphalt and white stripes won't miss you
reflector in warning-light red
all roads lead somewhere
in your hard-hat yellow
though your eyes are sullen, sunken into your head
and you think the devil may care
the road is hard and uneven
thus is the path you choose
camera eyes are the cold God you believe in
in their mind you are not fit for the storm drain made for ooze
your journey doesn't care if you are able to see it through
guided or not, sometimes there is no...
it's the color of safety-vest orange
black asphalt and white stripes won't miss you
reflector in warning-light red
all roads lead somewhere
in your hard-hat yellow
though your eyes are sullen, sunken into your head
and you think the devil may care
the road is hard and uneven
thus is the path you choose
camera eyes are the cold God you believe in
in their mind you are not fit for the storm drain made for ooze
your journey doesn't care if you are able to see it through
guided or not, sometimes there is no...
#forgiveness
#redemption
#acceptance
#emptiness
#apathy
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Sep 2018 6:42am
21st Sep 2018 6:42am
In the Pen
Contagious ideas spread from cells
get these crazies in their respective hells
nothing guards against their riotous spells
they light synapses and neurons on fire
turn mattresses and blocks into fuel for their pyre
imprisoned, awaiting their freedom to frolic the Elysium fields
escapists in a world of escapism, hollowed truths promised by a liar
they pull their eyes out to look for honesty in a universe where brutal deception never yields
stripes and bars, names and numbers, reduced to a sentence with no reduced sentence
serving life is...
get these crazies in their respective hells
nothing guards against their riotous spells
they light synapses and neurons on fire
turn mattresses and blocks into fuel for their pyre
imprisoned, awaiting their freedom to frolic the Elysium fields
escapists in a world of escapism, hollowed truths promised by a liar
they pull their eyes out to look for honesty in a universe where brutal deception never yields
stripes and bars, names and numbers, reduced to a sentence with no reduced sentence
serving life is...
#rhyming
#escape
#metaphor
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Sep 2018 6:12am
21st Sep 2018 6:12am
Tell All Scope
Eyes of indifference prick the hairs upon my neck like needles
deaf in my void of preparedness, I am unaware
my hands ache and shake, dread crawls over my skin like beetles
it bites into my knuckles, I silence a cry for help and flee from there
I feel the eyes following me, like a gun behind a pillow-y cloud
lightning flashes and rain falls on my head, but the thunder is distant
I fearfully wait with terror in my heart for the end will be loud...
deafened in the impatience, the lack of the attack I've dreaded every instant
it only assures me the...
deaf in my void of preparedness, I am unaware
my hands ache and shake, dread crawls over my skin like beetles
it bites into my knuckles, I silence a cry for help and flee from there
I feel the eyes following me, like a gun behind a pillow-y cloud
lightning flashes and rain falls on my head, but the thunder is distant
I fearfully wait with terror in my heart for the end will be loud...
deafened in the impatience, the lack of the attack I've dreaded every instant
it only assures me the...
#anxiety
#strength
#hope #motivational
#hope #motivational
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DARK POEM
Published
20th Sep 2018 1:14pm
20th Sep 2018 1:14pm
Family Recipe
Nothing in this world is stronger than a mother's love for her baby
no force on heaven or earth can come between her and her newborn
forming that special link, you let yourself think you're inseparable maybe
she's feeding her young from her own breast in the harshest winter of their village forlorn
if father doesn't hurry home he won't beat the blizzard and they won't eat more than a week
she winces at a torn nipple, her teething baby suckles as she juggles the corded phone
little more than a paper cut, her husband is out there still, the lines are down, weather...
no force on heaven or earth can come between her and her newborn
forming that special link, you let yourself think you're inseparable maybe
she's feeding her young from her own breast in the harshest winter of their village forlorn
if father doesn't hurry home he won't beat the blizzard and they won't eat more than a week
she winces at a torn nipple, her teething baby suckles as she juggles the corded phone
little more than a paper cut, her husband is out there still, the lines are down, weather...
#dark
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