Submissions by Utesch
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
[] [][][] [][][][][] [proletariat] [with pencil]
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Jul 2019 7:05pm
6th Jul 2019 7:05pm
Woke Up in Coldness
A bobbing ice-cube hits the edges of a heavy handed glass.
No time for the natives.
As the black snake carves its footprint on their landscape.
Sea critters have basic reading and writing needs,
But the writers block is heavy at the bottom of the ocean.
The fires that kill us slowly burn even in deep space.
Like two worlds colliding.
Floating like mushroom spores in spring scattered by chaotic elves with curved boots,
Shoelaces always tied up to their knee in a democratic society.
Friendly doors open up their tree home.
Shelves full of tea...
No time for the natives.
As the black snake carves its footprint on their landscape.
Sea critters have basic reading and writing needs,
But the writers block is heavy at the bottom of the ocean.
The fires that kill us slowly burn even in deep space.
Like two worlds colliding.
Floating like mushroom spores in spring scattered by chaotic elves with curved boots,
Shoelaces always tied up to their knee in a democratic society.
Friendly doors open up their tree home.
Shelves full of tea...
#winter
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DARK POEM
Published
24th Jun 2019 11:16pm
24th Jun 2019 11:16pm
Rolling Masses of Heavy Metal Blimps
Rolling masses of heavy metal blimps
zig-zag in gridded patterns
and then pour drastically over the cities edges
like maple syrup off a stack of waffles.
Drifted. Shifted.
See through to the other side.
Ants fill the bagel-shop
fitting sideways into a crack
with their onward attack.
They could find us on a park blanket
or in a Swiss vault with such a
sticky mess were never gonna make it...
Pick up the pieces,
I see they fit.
Trees shake on future paths
seedlings fall faster than jizz on a biscuit. ...
zig-zag in gridded patterns
and then pour drastically over the cities edges
like maple syrup off a stack of waffles.
Drifted. Shifted.
See through to the other side.
Ants fill the bagel-shop
fitting sideways into a crack
with their onward attack.
They could find us on a park blanket
or in a Swiss vault with such a
sticky mess were never gonna make it...
Pick up the pieces,
I see they fit.
Trees shake on future paths
seedlings fall faster than jizz on a biscuit. ...
#storm
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th Feb 2019 1:09pm
15th Feb 2019 1:09pm
Beautiful Heartfelt Listening
Your eyes are my eyes,
they end each sentence watery.
Our glasses are both empty,
each breath returns a memory.
Nature is my godhead,
hugs me on long walks.
Each leaf passed down
came from creation.
Taught me about spirituality hanging bird feeders
and collecting nests on shelves.
We share one thing in common,
our minds never rest seeing
as if through a darkened glass.
You say once at a crossroads the wind spoke,
but you could not hear its message.
Standing on a bridge the waters moved you,
but...
they end each sentence watery.
Our glasses are both empty,
each breath returns a memory.
Nature is my godhead,
hugs me on long walks.
Each leaf passed down
came from creation.
Taught me about spirituality hanging bird feeders
and collecting nests on shelves.
We share one thing in common,
our minds never rest seeing
as if through a darkened glass.
You say once at a crossroads the wind spoke,
but you could not hear its message.
Standing on a bridge the waters moved you,
but...
#relationships
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SELF POEM
Published
11th Oct 2018 1:57am
11th Oct 2018 1:57am
The Thrill Of Imbalance
I promised myself to not open up like this.
I burned the candle at both ends
and expected sitting alone in darkness to be inspirational.
Stapled the words, “I don’t know” to my forehead,
and threw all my furniture out into the street.
Thrills drove me deeply
into a groove hard to come back from
like a trail taken too steeply.
Meaning.
Searching for.
Work all day and all through the night
next to conveyors,
for more.
Quit job with cash, needing sleep.
Repeat until empty.
Wake up in cold sweats on tropical vacations, ...
I burned the candle at both ends
and expected sitting alone in darkness to be inspirational.
Stapled the words, “I don’t know” to my forehead,
and threw all my furniture out into the street.
Thrills drove me deeply
into a groove hard to come back from
like a trail taken too steeply.
Meaning.
Searching for.
Work all day and all through the night
next to conveyors,
for more.
Quit job with cash, needing sleep.
Repeat until empty.
Wake up in cold sweats on tropical vacations, ...
#myself
541 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Aug 2018 10:00am
29th Aug 2018 10:00am
Searching For Meaning
I promised myself to not open up like this.
I burned the candle at both ends
and expected sitting alone in darkness to be inspirational.
Stapled the words, "I don't know" to my forehead,
and threw all my furniture out into the street.
Thrills drove me deeply
into a groove hard to come back from
like a trail taken too steeply.
Meaning.
Searching for.
Work all day and all through the night
next to conveyers,
for more.
Quit job with cash, needing sleep.
Repeat until empty.
Wake up in cold sweats on tropical...
I burned the candle at both ends
and expected sitting alone in darkness to be inspirational.
Stapled the words, "I don't know" to my forehead,
and threw all my furniture out into the street.
Thrills drove me deeply
into a groove hard to come back from
like a trail taken too steeply.
Meaning.
Searching for.
Work all day and all through the night
next to conveyers,
for more.
Quit job with cash, needing sleep.
Repeat until empty.
Wake up in cold sweats on tropical...
#myself
662 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Aug 2018 10:34pm
21st Aug 2018 10:34pm
Too Many Beaches
Turning off the knobs that start the flow of irrigation.
Every dandy is lined with golden sunshine
and the dangle of each bloom
consumes bees with a necessary honey.
The flowing course goes into twisted passages
and all at once splitting each pistol in two.
I shove the shell open but it spits its demonically possessed pearl out at me onto the floor, calling out into an open garage with speared slices of core roast.
By the time it matters most I smoke so much ganj that I feel like toast.
Splitting in two might be necessary
because I think...
Every dandy is lined with golden sunshine
and the dangle of each bloom
consumes bees with a necessary honey.
The flowing course goes into twisted passages
and all at once splitting each pistol in two.
I shove the shell open but it spits its demonically possessed pearl out at me onto the floor, calling out into an open garage with speared slices of core roast.
By the time it matters most I smoke so much ganj that I feel like toast.
Splitting in two might be necessary
because I think...
#beach
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Aug 2018 10:31pm
21st Aug 2018 10:31pm
Learning to Speak
This sounds unreal
and I blot out my options,
I have wanted to feel
and felt it as it passed through me for years.
And in that moment when the tea-cup left my hand
I remembered knowing.
And in feeling through my options I picked a hard line
that I am now sowing from.
To draw my clouds on
and cutting through their material bits softening.
Inside the rotten machine,
left to drown,
but instead raising out of it to sit
on rising suns and place bets
on the color of sets.
Who sink down to deep oceans
and rest in...
and I blot out my options,
I have wanted to feel
and felt it as it passed through me for years.
And in that moment when the tea-cup left my hand
I remembered knowing.
And in feeling through my options I picked a hard line
that I am now sowing from.
To draw my clouds on
and cutting through their material bits softening.
Inside the rotten machine,
left to drown,
but instead raising out of it to sit
on rising suns and place bets
on the color of sets.
Who sink down to deep oceans
and rest in...
#fairies
#magic
587 reads
3 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
31st Jul 2018 6:02pm
31st Jul 2018 6:02pm
Shitty Chance of Fate
Scrape off the paint to get down to what's thinner.
I'll keep this short so we can all finish dinner.
I know my family always appreciated brevity,
and uncontrolled spontaneous creativity.
I'll try not to let it get the best of me,
as I see,
you see,
an itty-bitty flea sitting on a sack of shit,
eager to dip his forty-eight year old tongue in your clit.
Makes me want to spit out that late-night hug,
when you let down your guard and stopped actin' a thug.
I was a hand on your kettle ready to pour you out,
when you were...
I'll keep this short so we can all finish dinner.
I know my family always appreciated brevity,
and uncontrolled spontaneous creativity.
I'll try not to let it get the best of me,
as I see,
you see,
an itty-bitty flea sitting on a sack of shit,
eager to dip his forty-eight year old tongue in your clit.
Makes me want to spit out that late-night hug,
when you let down your guard and stopped actin' a thug.
I was a hand on your kettle ready to pour you out,
when you were...
#anger
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st Jul 2018 5:46pm
31st Jul 2018 5:46pm
Nature Surrounds
I see them as they bloom
and pass by me in the spring.
Inside my eyes is their disguise of green,
drooping arms.
Corrupt the street with fallen limbs
and easy stretching
of weak roots underneath our cement.
We are all hell-bent
on this time spent and its motion
relentlessly making us fear that we've wasted it.
Pouring cement into streets,
making the trees push forcefully
and changing more in seconds
than humans can dream
by minutes.
As canopies spiral upwards
I ride in between the spruce cathedral ...
and pass by me in the spring.
Inside my eyes is their disguise of green,
drooping arms.
Corrupt the street with fallen limbs
and easy stretching
of weak roots underneath our cement.
We are all hell-bent
on this time spent and its motion
relentlessly making us fear that we've wasted it.
Pouring cement into streets,
making the trees push forcefully
and changing more in seconds
than humans can dream
by minutes.
As canopies spiral upwards
I ride in between the spruce cathedral ...
#nature
489 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
7th Jun 2018 8:18pm
7th Jun 2018 8:18pm
Feeling Pickled About Saurkraut
Someone told me long ago as a child that,
"You miss one hundred percent of the shots you don't take,"
to just "take a chance and start shooting's never a mistake".
It doesn't matter if you hit the target they say just keep pulling.
So with a storm brooding between my ears
I loaded up my gun and been holdin down the trigger shooting away all these years.
Now these ice caps started melting long ago far away,
and its watery rising attitude will soon betray. ...
"You miss one hundred percent of the shots you don't take,"
to just "take a chance and start shooting's never a mistake".
It doesn't matter if you hit the target they say just keep pulling.
So with a storm brooding between my ears
I loaded up my gun and been holdin down the trigger shooting away all these years.
Now these ice caps started melting long ago far away,
and its watery rising attitude will soon betray. ...
#food
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th May 2018 2:52am
14th May 2018 2:52am
Agent Smith
On thinking of a fence built halfway,
only to be torn down piece by piece
and used for firewood
to cook slices of bologna and hot-dogs
under smokey bridges where spoons bent to bullets
layed out on steel tracks,
still ringing down passageways
and splitting through tunnels out over cornfields.
As your eyes turned colors
you still felt real
until training and enlistment commenced,
hidden behind the fallen past,
stained with that lacquered fence
the umbilical blood of detention and that bastard...
only to be torn down piece by piece
and used for firewood
to cook slices of bologna and hot-dogs
under smokey bridges where spoons bent to bullets
layed out on steel tracks,
still ringing down passageways
and splitting through tunnels out over cornfields.
As your eyes turned colors
you still felt real
until training and enlistment commenced,
hidden behind the fallen past,
stained with that lacquered fence
the umbilical blood of detention and that bastard...
#war
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SELF POEM
Published
8th May 2018 2:13am
8th May 2018 2:13am
Endlessly Slippery
Slippery socks in shoes keep squeaking as gas prices sky rocket and piggies are squealing.
Hard labor puts my mind at ease while blood courses through me,
veins of serenity,
pulsing to a heartbeat of skillful work done in factories.
And no one but myself holds me accountable to the promises I keep,
Tells me how to venture or how dark and deep into the woods to creep.
Dreams end up where I dwindle just so you know
now you know
you dreamed of dwelling there too.
You are tripping up with the weight of the world on your shoulders.
If you can't...
Hard labor puts my mind at ease while blood courses through me,
veins of serenity,
pulsing to a heartbeat of skillful work done in factories.
And no one but myself holds me accountable to the promises I keep,
Tells me how to venture or how dark and deep into the woods to creep.
Dreams end up where I dwindle just so you know
now you know
you dreamed of dwelling there too.
You are tripping up with the weight of the world on your shoulders.
If you can't...
#water
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