Submissions by anvinvil (Anvillan)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Observer of life, the mind and dreams... what’s real?
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Oct 2020 5:23am
16th Oct 2020 5:23am
Cuba-1962x
I am awakened at dawn
by the suns warmth
on my face
My night was restless
and the need for my partner
grips my being
and my soul
I reach out but the empty
bed tells me that her work
ethic has overwhelmed her
She preceded me
to the cane field
cutting it low for max return
I rise, grab my tools
and go to the field
I find the body lying face down
in the stumps of cane
I cut what remains
my loses minimized
I bring the body
with the cane
Will the market ever feel
the sorrow or pain ...
by the suns warmth
on my face
My night was restless
and the need for my partner
grips my being
and my soul
I reach out but the empty
bed tells me that her work
ethic has overwhelmed her
She preceded me
to the cane field
cutting it low for max return
I rise, grab my tools
and go to the field
I find the body lying face down
in the stumps of cane
I cut what remains
my loses minimized
I bring the body
with the cane
Will the market ever feel
the sorrow or pain ...
#AiOgwaga
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Oct 2020 5:14am
16th Oct 2020 5:14am
Grandfather-says1
He calls it the “big girl game”
He takes his hand
and puts it down “there”.
We are in the shed
behind the house.
No one knows we are there.
As he moves his hand
I feel a strange sensation
like I’ve never felt before.
I sense it’s wrong
but it feels so good
so I go with it.
I’m carried to a height
that is weird in a
wonderful sort of way.
Mother asked where I’d been?
I said in the shed
playing with grandpa.
She forbade me to go to the shed.
I never went back
but the memory...
He takes his hand
and puts it down “there”.
We are in the shed
behind the house.
No one knows we are there.
As he moves his hand
I feel a strange sensation
like I’ve never felt before.
I sense it’s wrong
but it feels so good
so I go with it.
I’m carried to a height
that is weird in a
wonderful sort of way.
Mother asked where I’d been?
I said in the shed
playing with grandpa.
She forbade me to go to the shed.
I never went back
but the memory...
#AiOgwaga
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Oct 2020 2:29am
13th Oct 2020 2:29am
On Aging...
I was a player now a spectator
I question why, no one answers
I think the same but perform poorly
I remember but then forget
I see but no longer understand
I reach out but am ignored
I crave affection but receive only words
I want to touch but people recoil at wrinkled hands
I desire mainstream but an warehoused
The warehouse has others bewildered
and questioning why
When did I stop being me to everyone?
When did I become just a potted plant
to be watered and fed from time to time?
Why am I shelved waiting for the the end....
I question why, no one answers
I think the same but perform poorly
I remember but then forget
I see but no longer understand
I reach out but am ignored
I crave affection but receive only words
I want to touch but people recoil at wrinkled hands
I desire mainstream but an warehoused
The warehouse has others bewildered
and questioning why
When did I stop being me to everyone?
When did I become just a potted plant
to be watered and fed from time to time?
Why am I shelved waiting for the the end....
#LifeStruggles
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SELF POEM
Published
11th Oct 2020 1:30am
11th Oct 2020 1:30am
Poets Dilemma...
I’m drawn from the forge
of truth, red hot and anvil ready.
I’ve chased my heart to the
depths of the oceans
and heard the songs of the denizens.
My heart dictates but my mind rambles.
I seek control but my pen scratches the absurd.
My mind spins and distorts reality.
I become trapped in the bizzare.
Distant stars will fade before
my well of feeling
will run dry. Chains on my
hands, blindness in my eyes
yet I write and see all.
I soar across the heavens
though tethered to the earth.
I walk on hot coals while ...
of truth, red hot and anvil ready.
I’ve chased my heart to the
depths of the oceans
and heard the songs of the denizens.
My heart dictates but my mind rambles.
I seek control but my pen scratches the absurd.
My mind spins and distorts reality.
I become trapped in the bizzare.
Distant stars will fade before
my well of feeling
will run dry. Chains on my
hands, blindness in my eyes
yet I write and see all.
I soar across the heavens
though tethered to the earth.
I walk on hot coals while ...
#LifeAsAWriter
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Oct 2020 8:58am
8th Oct 2020 8:58am
Wandering Minds...
I’m alone, but am I really alone?
Who is this voice that speaks to me?
From where comes this voice
that questions my every move?
Who is it that wants justification for
all I say and do? The voice speaks
to me like it knows me, in a language
that is familiar. It seems to know
what I’m thinking before I think it.
I demand to know but only silence.
When pressed, the voice hides.
But then, a faint whisper, like a
train in the distance, coming toward
you, getting louder, “ you can’t hide
from me”.
Then comes the muse...
Who is this voice that speaks to me?
From where comes this voice
that questions my every move?
Who is it that wants justification for
all I say and do? The voice speaks
to me like it knows me, in a language
that is familiar. It seems to know
what I’m thinking before I think it.
I demand to know but only silence.
When pressed, the voice hides.
But then, a faint whisper, like a
train in the distance, coming toward
you, getting louder, “ you can’t hide
from me”.
Then comes the muse...
#MyInspiration
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Oct 2020 00:57am
8th Oct 2020 00:57am
Grandfather says...
He calls it the “big girl game”
He takes his hand
and puts it down “there”.
We are in the shed
behind the house.
No one knows we are there.
As he moves his hand
I feel a strange sensation
like I’ve never felt before.
I sense it’s wrong
but it feels so good
so I go with it.
I’m carried to a height
that is weird in a
wonderful sort of way.
Mother asked where I’d been?
I said in the shed
playing with grandpa.
She forbade me to go to the shed.
I never went back
but the memory lingered.
Years...
He takes his hand
and puts it down “there”.
We are in the shed
behind the house.
No one knows we are there.
As he moves his hand
I feel a strange sensation
like I’ve never felt before.
I sense it’s wrong
but it feels so good
so I go with it.
I’m carried to a height
that is weird in a
wonderful sort of way.
Mother asked where I’d been?
I said in the shed
playing with grandpa.
She forbade me to go to the shed.
I never went back
but the memory lingered.
Years...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Oct 2020 00:51am
8th Oct 2020 00:51am
Cuba-1962...
I am awakened at dawn
by the suns warmth
on my face
My night was restless
and the need for my partner
grips my being
and my soul
I reach out but the empty
bed tells me that her work
ethic has overwhelmed her
She preceded me
to the cane field
cutting it low for max return
I rise, grab my tools
and go to the field
I find the body lying face down
in the stumps of cane
I cut what remains
my loses minimized
I bring the body
with the cane
Will the market ever feel
the...
by the suns warmth
on my face
My night was restless
and the need for my partner
grips my being
and my soul
I reach out but the empty
bed tells me that her work
ethic has overwhelmed her
She preceded me
to the cane field
cutting it low for max return
I rise, grab my tools
and go to the field
I find the body lying face down
in the stumps of cane
I cut what remains
my loses minimized
I bring the body
with the cane
Will the market ever feel
the...
465 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Oct 2020 1:59am
7th Oct 2020 1:59am
Freedom...
The absence of the anxiety of the unknown is what I wish for all my people and the loss of the ponderous weight of uncertainty of things to come.
Let false dreams in the nighttime of future realities and potentials be ignored.
May the curse of eternity pass us by.
Stay the course though the way be hard and the end be infinity
Vanquish the journey charted by fate, fixed and prescribed.
I wish for a world of individuals without constraints, free to be themselves, outside of what may be acceptable to some cosmic force from the sky
Let false dreams in the nighttime of future realities and potentials be ignored.
May the curse of eternity pass us by.
Stay the course though the way be hard and the end be infinity
Vanquish the journey charted by fate, fixed and prescribed.
I wish for a world of individuals without constraints, free to be themselves, outside of what may be acceptable to some cosmic force from the sky
#RabindranathTagore
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Oct 2020 12:13pm
6th Oct 2020 12:13pm
Regret...
A beautiful call from deep in your soul, I listened but did not hear.
My anger rose at your simple requests and you left with an ache in your heart.
When your love burned to bright I hid in fear of being blinded.
Now, I sit alone in the dark in painful regret for what might have been.
My anger rose at your simple requests and you left with an ache in your heart.
When your love burned to bright I hid in fear of being blinded.
Now, I sit alone in the dark in painful regret for what might have been.
#RabindranathTagore
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Sep 2020 8:13am
28th Sep 2020 8:13am
Who’s World..
Two shadows embrace in a dark alley,
my heart says love, my mind says not.
The mind creates a continuum not
based in reality or grounded in fact.
I want, I desire, I envy.
That is a reality for me, but it is an
alternate reality from the real world.
Living in my reality keeps me apart
from the day to day flow of events.
My world is small and contained,
it’s neat and ordered and controlled by me.
Then it collides with the real world,
things explode, short circuit, sparks fly.
What I thought was real starts to burn,
regret...
my heart says love, my mind says not.
The mind creates a continuum not
based in reality or grounded in fact.
I want, I desire, I envy.
That is a reality for me, but it is an
alternate reality from the real world.
Living in my reality keeps me apart
from the day to day flow of events.
My world is small and contained,
it’s neat and ordered and controlled by me.
Then it collides with the real world,
things explode, short circuit, sparks fly.
What I thought was real starts to burn,
regret...
#anxiety
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Sep 2020 1:02pm
25th Sep 2020 1:02pm
Plague of Bigotry...
Life once precious to all is now
judged by a society that decides
life based on perceived benefits
to itself and the world.
Life is about potential and impact.
The potential for a new born is unlimited
whether benefiting society or enriching
the lives of those around him/her.
Life is now judged on the basis
of convenience where once it was
a matter of commitment. If it can’t
function “normally”, it has no value.
Bigotry is a plague the sickens a society
and it’s outlook resulting in the death
of...
judged by a society that decides
life based on perceived benefits
to itself and the world.
Life is about potential and impact.
The potential for a new born is unlimited
whether benefiting society or enriching
the lives of those around him/her.
Life is now judged on the basis
of convenience where once it was
a matter of commitment. If it can’t
function “normally”, it has no value.
Bigotry is a plague the sickens a society
and it’s outlook resulting in the death
of...
#LifeCycle
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Sep 2020 1:56am
25th Sep 2020 1:56am
Alone in Love...
What is alone in love when
two people share a relationship?
Is it the end of a shooting star?
Is it the disappearing echo in nighttime?
Is it the steamy last breath of a dying deer?
Is it the last word of an exchange spoken in anger?
You are alone when your soul rebels against
the very idea of mutual love and creates isolation
in your heart that defies affection.
You are alone when the stars lose their meaning.
You are alone when the anger of the ocean
no longer stirs your imagination.
You are alone when you see a...
two people share a relationship?
Is it the end of a shooting star?
Is it the disappearing echo in nighttime?
Is it the steamy last breath of a dying deer?
Is it the last word of an exchange spoken in anger?
You are alone when your soul rebels against
the very idea of mutual love and creates isolation
in your heart that defies affection.
You are alone when the stars lose their meaning.
You are alone when the anger of the ocean
no longer stirs your imagination.
You are alone when you see a...
#heartbroken
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