Submissions by Winebeast
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Life is a great festival of words. I use all the special ones that I keep in my pocket every day. I sometimes write poems. They are never less than direct.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Oct 2017 7:56am
13th Oct 2017 7:56am
Entropy
Appearing to levitate; I remember
An ancient gull hanging in the air
For a moment I was the feather
Blown out of place and then
The saturating, windblown spray
I saw clearly ahead, in my old age,
I was and would be … fatigue
I was also the gull in less furious times,
I find that it’s always the way.
And growing into tempest I learned
To lean into the gale and bluster
Meet wind and force the same
I begin to ask whose energy
Do I use and whose the gull?
On whom did you rely in those times? ...
An ancient gull hanging in the air
For a moment I was the feather
Blown out of place and then
The saturating, windblown spray
I saw clearly ahead, in my old age,
I was and would be … fatigue
I was also the gull in less furious times,
I find that it’s always the way.
And growing into tempest I learned
To lean into the gale and bluster
Meet wind and force the same
I begin to ask whose energy
Do I use and whose the gull?
On whom did you rely in those times? ...
#confusion
#consumerism
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Oct 2017 7:55am
13th Oct 2017 7:55am
Gullsong
Appearing to levitate; I remember
An ancient gull hanging in the air
For a moment I was the feather
Blown out of place and then
The saturating, windblown spray
I saw clearly ahead, in my old age,
I was and would be … fatigue
I
I was also the gull in less furious times,
I find that it’s always the way.
And growing into tempest I learned
To lean into the gale and bluster
Meet wind and force the same
I begin to ask whose energy
Do I use and whose the gull?
On whom did you rely in those times? ...
An ancient gull hanging in the air
For a moment I was the feather
Blown out of place and then
The saturating, windblown spray
I saw clearly ahead, in my old age,
I was and would be … fatigue
I
I was also the gull in less furious times,
I find that it’s always the way.
And growing into tempest I learned
To lean into the gale and bluster
Meet wind and force the same
I begin to ask whose energy
Do I use and whose the gull?
On whom did you rely in those times? ...
#SelfDiscovery
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Sep 2017 1:43am
17th Sep 2017 1:43am
Sleep Well Great Lady
The angel descends in all of its finery
Gives you a loving husband
Descends again and gives you children
Who grow and laugh and play
You & the angel meet again when
Your beloved is taken too soon
Your faith never wavers - angels give & receive
Four children who survived
That's more than many saw
Your children's children are a blessing
more than you'd ever hoped for
The angel ascends with one
Then the other of your boys
Your faith never wavers - angels give & receive
...
Gives you a loving husband
Descends again and gives you children
Who grow and laugh and play
You & the angel meet again when
Your beloved is taken too soon
Your faith never wavers - angels give & receive
Four children who survived
That's more than many saw
Your children's children are a blessing
more than you'd ever hoped for
The angel ascends with one
Then the other of your boys
Your faith never wavers - angels give & receive
...
#faith
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Sep 2017 1:12am
16th Sep 2017 1:12am
For Leonard : A Poet
The cigarette applied to the flame
Still crackles
Just as it did 25 years ago
when we smoked in the dark beneath the whirring wings of moths
You could smoke so many more, now,
if you were here,
With the 22 brand new apertures in your body.
Half-Samoan with a Scottish dad,
Pale and wide-nosed,
Much to your chagrin,
You burned in autumn sun.
How much more did 22 holes sting?
Living too rapidly for received wisdom, you insisted we create our own.
"They're all making it up" you said
"Why the hell shouldn't...
Still crackles
Just as it did 25 years ago
when we smoked in the dark beneath the whirring wings of moths
You could smoke so many more, now,
if you were here,
With the 22 brand new apertures in your body.
Half-Samoan with a Scottish dad,
Pale and wide-nosed,
Much to your chagrin,
You burned in autumn sun.
How much more did 22 holes sting?
Living too rapidly for received wisdom, you insisted we create our own.
"They're all making it up" you said
"Why the hell shouldn't...
#PopCulture
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Sep 2017 1:01am
16th Sep 2017 1:01am
The dispossessed
We are not dough
Do not punch us down
And do not aspire to be bread
We don't even want to be
Dough
As we have already said
We are not dough:
Do not punch us down
But do it enough and,
We rise and will multiply
But we are not dough
We reason and conject
We conjugate the verbs
We spit out poetical
Reams of words
We are not dough.
You fools,
Yet you punch us
Down and you
You
You
You will be freshly washed -
Pink handed...
Less than...
Do not punch us down
And do not aspire to be bread
We don't even want to be
Dough
As we have already said
We are not dough:
Do not punch us down
But do it enough and,
We rise and will multiply
But we are not dough
We reason and conject
We conjugate the verbs
We spit out poetical
Reams of words
We are not dough.
You fools,
Yet you punch us
Down and you
You
You
You will be freshly washed -
Pink handed...
Less than...
#corruption
#politics
#prose
#greed
#support
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