Submissions by Utesch
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
[] [][][] [][][][][] [proletariat] [with pencil]
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Apr 2018 2:42am
30th Apr 2018 2:42am
I wrote this while taking a shit
I find myself thinking about how the hollow tree survives
and see myself as a thing ripened only to die.
A fishy pussy stole my cat,
now excuse me while I make my four day spaghetti.
The bar draws me near,
tempts me with roudyness and cheers.
I cannot pass by its cool beat
played across hot streets by funky cats on repeat.
If the crowd claps too long
the band has to pause....
I dig the pauses.
Here's to women who stand in doorways
dancing wildly while...
and see myself as a thing ripened only to die.
A fishy pussy stole my cat,
now excuse me while I make my four day spaghetti.
The bar draws me near,
tempts me with roudyness and cheers.
I cannot pass by its cool beat
played across hot streets by funky cats on repeat.
If the crowd claps too long
the band has to pause....
I dig the pauses.
Here's to women who stand in doorways
dancing wildly while...
#nature
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DARK POEM
Published
27th Apr 2018 00:42am
27th Apr 2018 00:42am
Father
I learned well from my father
the craft of the subtle whisper.
To use duct tape excessively
and to make tools that were once broken,
just sort of broken, endlessly.
His hands always cut corners and rough
around the edges, not worshipping
his body
but instead beating his flesh
to a bloody mess
enslaving his skin to brutal labor daily.
Injury's always healing
but never having time to finish.
He taught me how to provide.
I followed in his hairy footsteps
blindly around short cuts seeking god.
His...
the craft of the subtle whisper.
To use duct tape excessively
and to make tools that were once broken,
just sort of broken, endlessly.
His hands always cut corners and rough
around the edges, not worshipping
his body
but instead beating his flesh
to a bloody mess
enslaving his skin to brutal labor daily.
Injury's always healing
but never having time to finish.
He taught me how to provide.
I followed in his hairy footsteps
blindly around short cuts seeking god.
His...
#father
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Apr 2018 11:30pm
24th Apr 2018 11:30pm
Motionless Feeling
I like motion
and a slight pushing on my chest.
Traveling by car for days,
getting turned, and tossed
and losing direction for brief
moments.
I like the feeling of a stream flowing
against me,
pushing its currents relentlessly.
I like when I lie on my back
and its only stars I see.
When the corners of my vision flicker
and twinkle.
I like reading outside with the animals
and laying motionless in water,
floating ideas away
in this still bliss.
Finding a quiet place for thoughts
so I can...
and a slight pushing on my chest.
Traveling by car for days,
getting turned, and tossed
and losing direction for brief
moments.
I like the feeling of a stream flowing
against me,
pushing its currents relentlessly.
I like when I lie on my back
and its only stars I see.
When the corners of my vision flicker
and twinkle.
I like reading outside with the animals
and laying motionless in water,
floating ideas away
in this still bliss.
Finding a quiet place for thoughts
so I can...
#earth
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2018 6:14am
23rd Apr 2018 6:14am
Shinrin Yoku
Forest bathing in Japan
sanctity for the immune
system of nature.
Forests of healing
sometimes walking,
sometimes sitting
letting nature pour into all your senses.
Sitting with PTSD hearing birds and crickets,
smelling the rich earth,
and fresh scent of pine trees.
Warding off depression in Finland with
moss underneath feet,
and coastlines wrapped
with lapping healing tides.
Starfish washed onto the shores
and crisp fresh ocean air
cleansing the stuffy treelines of
its carbon puffs and...
sanctity for the immune
system of nature.
Forests of healing
sometimes walking,
sometimes sitting
letting nature pour into all your senses.
Sitting with PTSD hearing birds and crickets,
smelling the rich earth,
and fresh scent of pine trees.
Warding off depression in Finland with
moss underneath feet,
and coastlines wrapped
with lapping healing tides.
Starfish washed onto the shores
and crisp fresh ocean air
cleansing the stuffy treelines of
its carbon puffs and...
#nature
615 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Apr 2018 8:46am
22nd Apr 2018 8:46am
Paid Dividends
Collects money from
lost lives.
Says that military aid is well-justified,
and the word sure as hell looks nice.
What happened in 1958, 1965
or at the Fulbright Committee hearings
when the truth rang like a bell
and white knuckles clutched onto
statements hiding Indonesian coups.
Our shadow attempts to overthrow a foreign leader
in a land far away,
displacing revolutionaries like us
from equality
and a better way of life.
Subversion and infiltration
and the dark progress
of supply and demand.
Supplying arms,...
lost lives.
Says that military aid is well-justified,
and the word sure as hell looks nice.
What happened in 1958, 1965
or at the Fulbright Committee hearings
when the truth rang like a bell
and white knuckles clutched onto
statements hiding Indonesian coups.
Our shadow attempts to overthrow a foreign leader
in a land far away,
displacing revolutionaries like us
from equality
and a better way of life.
Subversion and infiltration
and the dark progress
of supply and demand.
Supplying arms,...
#war
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DARK POEM
Published
21st Apr 2018 4:06am
21st Apr 2018 4:06am
With the Unkown
As your feet dig tracks in the sand
I feel less alone.
As I pour out my bottle of emotions,
your ears stay open and thirsty.
The silver moons crescent,
raining a shower of tides across our faces.
A swing forward,
and a swing backward.
Our faces illuminated by a moody glow.
We tangle words and I lose my thoughts
on tongues twisted in passion.
I feel overwhelmed, yet relaxed.
I hope for future stays,
but hide from your open gaze.
As bottles empty I struggle
trying to separate love from spirituality ...
I feel less alone.
As I pour out my bottle of emotions,
your ears stay open and thirsty.
The silver moons crescent,
raining a shower of tides across our faces.
A swing forward,
and a swing backward.
Our faces illuminated by a moody glow.
We tangle words and I lose my thoughts
on tongues twisted in passion.
I feel overwhelmed, yet relaxed.
I hope for future stays,
but hide from your open gaze.
As bottles empty I struggle
trying to separate love from spirituality ...
#moon
#shadows
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LOVE POEM
Published
20th Apr 2018 00:30am
20th Apr 2018 00:30am
Searching
Searching for moonbeams
while
climbing endless stairs
up
to open aired rooftops
where inhaling deep breaths
becomes romantic
in some mysterious way.
Pulled towards an irresistible shining
light warming an inner comfort
by gazing
captivated by your
silhouette on
folding stars
.
*
.
searching I
fall
brighter than ever
and burning faster than a blink
is able to miss.
.*.
Witness
unplugging the cork
of thought
steadfast tree spirits ...
while
climbing endless stairs
up
to open aired rooftops
where inhaling deep breaths
becomes romantic
in some mysterious way.
Pulled towards an irresistible shining
light warming an inner comfort
by gazing
captivated by your
silhouette on
folding stars
.
*
.
searching I
fall
brighter than ever
and burning faster than a blink
is able to miss.
.*.
Witness
unplugging the cork
of thought
steadfast tree spirits ...
#stars
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STORY POEM
Published
10th Apr 2018 5:48am
10th Apr 2018 5:48am
in dreaming
Everything is possible,
in the place where shapes assemble and transform
like clouds in the sky.
We can create our own universe
if we have enough time.
In dreaming, everything is possible.
Anything is possible in a dream world where
there is no density, weight, or time.
Everything is of the moment
in dreaming.
We are able to take in, consider, and observe situations from
the unnumbered viewpoints of the stars…
in the place where shapes assemble and transform
like clouds in the sky.
We can create our own universe
if we have enough time.
In dreaming, everything is possible.
Anything is possible in a dream world where
there is no density, weight, or time.
Everything is of the moment
in dreaming.
We are able to take in, consider, and observe situations from
the unnumbered viewpoints of the stars…
#dreams
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Mar 2018 5:58am
26th Mar 2018 5:58am
We Do Too
We invade based on our beliefs.
We believe in terrorists.
We create rebels wearing masks.
Chechen rebels attacked Russian cities.
The start of the second Chechen war.
No actual evidence existed of the terror groups.
They told us to believe while they continued bombing.
To invade is part of the charade.
We teach our children to obey as we occupy the terror.
Wearing masks, we mask the truth, hurting innocent youth.
We destroy the evidence of our false beliefs,
Leaving nothing but a burned smoldering hole in the ground.
We say our...
We believe in terrorists.
We create rebels wearing masks.
Chechen rebels attacked Russian cities.
The start of the second Chechen war.
No actual evidence existed of the terror groups.
They told us to believe while they continued bombing.
To invade is part of the charade.
We teach our children to obey as we occupy the terror.
Wearing masks, we mask the truth, hurting innocent youth.
We destroy the evidence of our false beliefs,
Leaving nothing but a burned smoldering hole in the ground.
We say our...
#war
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LOVE POEM
Published
4th Feb 2018 00:52am
4th Feb 2018 00:52am
Thirty Paper Lanterns
Thirty paper lanterns.
Brilliant surrounding.
Peaceful empty chairs.
Me and the creatures of the night
On our search for silence,
Placid chilling breeze.
Search the night for it in the void.
Rocking back in a stiff chair lean.
There is nothing for me here, nothing.
The ash on the end of my cigarette falls
ever so slowly
To its destination on my pant leg.
I sit.
Amazed by my detachment.
Rooms above the forest floor fill with weary eyed drunkards.
Casual jukebox mouths take their...
Brilliant surrounding.
Peaceful empty chairs.
Me and the creatures of the night
On our search for silence,
Placid chilling breeze.
Search the night for it in the void.
Rocking back in a stiff chair lean.
There is nothing for me here, nothing.
The ash on the end of my cigarette falls
ever so slowly
To its destination on my pant leg.
I sit.
Amazed by my detachment.
Rooms above the forest floor fill with weary eyed drunkards.
Casual jukebox mouths take their...
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2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Feb 2018 2:19am
2nd Feb 2018 2:19am
En Tusind År
I was swept up in a great feeling of warmth and comfort after the initial fading in of fractals and patterns. I was shown a shape of a worm-like object or figure hanging suspended in space directly in front of me. I had racing thoughts but swept them to the side seeing immediately they were distractions and that it was not relevant in the time being. I heard or imagined what they (the supposed entity or group of entities) had to say to me in almost a beat like rhythm not like music of this world. They did not say much but pointed my mind on their focus, directed my center eye on the path....
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Feb 2018 2:11am
2nd Feb 2018 2:11am
Holotropical
I was one
I saw the one
I became the one
in the end
in the beginning
A long tail of history,
Tied between its feet,
and over my head.
I saw the one
I became the one
in the end
in the beginning
A long tail of history,
Tied between its feet,
and over my head.
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