Submissions by anvinvil (Anvillan)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Observer of life, the mind and dreams... what’s real?
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
13th May 2020 2:14am
13th May 2020 2:14am
Remember...
Freedom is just a word that we use every day.
We use it when we study, we use it when we play.
For many folks a word’s a word that shows up on a page.
For other folks the word’s a cause that made a war to rage
To be free to shop, to play, to exercise free speech,
please stop and think then realize why that’s within our reach.
Americans have traveled to protect our native shores.
They’ve fought and bled and died for us in countless foreign wars.
They never stop to wonder why whenever duty calls,
they stopped their...
We use it when we study, we use it when we play.
For many folks a word’s a word that shows up on a page.
For other folks the word’s a cause that made a war to rage
To be free to shop, to play, to exercise free speech,
please stop and think then realize why that’s within our reach.
Americans have traveled to protect our native shores.
They’ve fought and bled and died for us in countless foreign wars.
They never stop to wonder why whenever duty calls,
they stopped their...
#LifeChangingMoment
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1 Comment
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
12th May 2020 6:13pm
12th May 2020 6:13pm
Lesson...
Where’s the life that once we sought
while yearning to be free?
Of chills and thrills and things we bought
while shopping on a spree.
Time did pass, the days went by
the hours then the years.
Did we miss the best of times
and remember only tears?
Hark, my friend and listen well
to my message loud and clear.
Live your dreams, love your life
Or all will disappear.
while yearning to be free?
Of chills and thrills and things we bought
while shopping on a spree.
Time did pass, the days went by
the hours then the years.
Did we miss the best of times
and remember only tears?
Hark, my friend and listen well
to my message loud and clear.
Live your dreams, love your life
Or all will disappear.
#LifeStruggles
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3 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
11th May 2020 1:18pm
11th May 2020 1:18pm
Love without limit...
When glaciers melt
and oceans rise and people
live only on mountain tops,
even then will I love you.
When we’ve poisoned all the air
and we’re a planet gasping
with my last breath my heart
will shout, I love you!
When all we know has passed away
and we are traveling through nothing
going nowhere, at the very edge of that
black hole my soul will scream, I love you!
We will be joined moving from
light to light, galaxy to galaxy, eternal love,
infinitely together. A bond that is total,
a heart that is...
and oceans rise and people
live only on mountain tops,
even then will I love you.
When we’ve poisoned all the air
and we’re a planet gasping
with my last breath my heart
will shout, I love you!
When all we know has passed away
and we are traveling through nothing
going nowhere, at the very edge of that
black hole my soul will scream, I love you!
We will be joined moving from
light to light, galaxy to galaxy, eternal love,
infinitely together. A bond that is total,
a heart that is...
#love
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5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
10th May 2020 10:57pm
10th May 2020 10:57pm
New Normal...
I’m afraid of the new normal,
I’m afraid of uncertainty.
This talk of the future, of dates
I’ll no longer be alive strikes terror.
Are people looking forward to the
day of my passing? Are they saying
that the world will be better
without me? Why talk to me
of the future if I won’t be here?
Today is fraught with troubles,
yesterday is history and
tomorrow is unpredictable.
Isn’t that enough? I lay awake
at night trying to know the unknown.
My mind gets fractured, comes
apart and flys in endless directions,
to...
I’m afraid of uncertainty.
This talk of the future, of dates
I’ll no longer be alive strikes terror.
Are people looking forward to the
day of my passing? Are they saying
that the world will be better
without me? Why talk to me
of the future if I won’t be here?
Today is fraught with troubles,
yesterday is history and
tomorrow is unpredictable.
Isn’t that enough? I lay awake
at night trying to know the unknown.
My mind gets fractured, comes
apart and flys in endless directions,
to...
#LifeStruggles
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1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
9th May 2020 11:19pm
9th May 2020 11:19pm
The Obvious...
Darkness falls, images disappear,
the mind left with imagination only
and broken impressions of
things last seem, things last heard.
The dark perverts and subverts the senses.
Specters rise where once stood children.
Screams are heard where once was laughter.
The path to God, once clear, now
clouded with the hammers of hell.
My mind explodes from the pounding.
The pieces of my mind are collected
in a basket of nothing, yet it overflows
with the remnants of my consciousness.
Am I repairable, can I be...
the mind left with imagination only
and broken impressions of
things last seem, things last heard.
The dark perverts and subverts the senses.
Specters rise where once stood children.
Screams are heard where once was laughter.
The path to God, once clear, now
clouded with the hammers of hell.
My mind explodes from the pounding.
The pieces of my mind are collected
in a basket of nothing, yet it overflows
with the remnants of my consciousness.
Am I repairable, can I be...
#anxiety
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
9th May 2020 2:10pm
9th May 2020 2:10pm
Zen and Me...
It’s quiet now, darkness creeps in.
I sit, legs crossed, thumb to forefinger,
a proper Zen posture to meditate.
I try to clear all of today to make
room for the doctrine of the
“ no mind” where I’m just being.
My mind being empty strikes
fear. If I’m thinking of not
thinking, I’m thinking. I’m confused.
My legs ache, my thumbs twitch.
My mind wanders. I’ve read the
books on “ how to “.
It all seemed easy on the page.
In real life not so easy,
because life is not easy.
Today is real,...
I sit, legs crossed, thumb to forefinger,
a proper Zen posture to meditate.
I try to clear all of today to make
room for the doctrine of the
“ no mind” where I’m just being.
My mind being empty strikes
fear. If I’m thinking of not
thinking, I’m thinking. I’m confused.
My legs ache, my thumbs twitch.
My mind wanders. I’ve read the
books on “ how to “.
It all seemed easy on the page.
In real life not so easy,
because life is not easy.
Today is real,...
#hope
333 reads
4 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
7th May 2020 7:49pm
7th May 2020 7:49pm
Reconcile...
In dark of night
when ghosts and specters
visit, my guardian angels come,
in robes of words to clear
my page for heart felt prose.
The shake their robes,
words fall like snow to cover
my page. I read the words
but don’t recognize them as mine.
Can words, such as these,
be claimed by me? But the angel
says it is my heart that writes.
angles, are just messengers
from within, delivering my words
to a reluctant pen.
I must accept inspiration as truth
given and truth written. Truth given
by that unknown...
when ghosts and specters
visit, my guardian angels come,
in robes of words to clear
my page for heart felt prose.
The shake their robes,
words fall like snow to cover
my page. I read the words
but don’t recognize them as mine.
Can words, such as these,
be claimed by me? But the angel
says it is my heart that writes.
angles, are just messengers
from within, delivering my words
to a reluctant pen.
I must accept inspiration as truth
given and truth written. Truth given
by that unknown...
#inspirational
454 reads
7 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th May 2020 1:57pm
7th May 2020 1:57pm
The Yoke...
What is freedom?
Word in a book?
Free to be classed.
Have or have not.
In the yoke of the have’s.
In the panic of the have nots.
Wages for our labors?
Gift from the haves?
A vote that doesn’t count.
Majority rules, no,
connections rule!
We are swept along
in the current of their agenda.
We flounder, we grasp,
no rescue, just trying to survive.
Surviving is existing,
in a system that expects loss
and embraces inequality.
Free to be less than equal.
Is second class equal?
The have nots are...
Word in a book?
Free to be classed.
Have or have not.
In the yoke of the have’s.
In the panic of the have nots.
Wages for our labors?
Gift from the haves?
A vote that doesn’t count.
Majority rules, no,
connections rule!
We are swept along
in the current of their agenda.
We flounder, we grasp,
no rescue, just trying to survive.
Surviving is existing,
in a system that expects loss
and embraces inequality.
Free to be less than equal.
Is second class equal?
The have nots are...
#LifeStruggles
408 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
6th May 2020 11:45am
6th May 2020 11:45am
Search...
Chickadee
Flies from limb to limb
A lost soul
Life is a search,
a journey, a quest
for a destination,
an arrival. I wander,
I wonder why I keep
looking for an end
and all I find are
beginnings. I search
the world for a
place to stop,
but, every stop is
a start, I search my
mind for a final thought
but every possibility
presents a possibility.
every opportunity
begins an opportunity
My mind aches for the
satisfaction of finality,
but the goal is replete
with...
Flies from limb to limb
A lost soul
Life is a search,
a journey, a quest
for a destination,
an arrival. I wander,
I wonder why I keep
looking for an end
and all I find are
beginnings. I search
the world for a
place to stop,
but, every stop is
a start, I search my
mind for a final thought
but every possibility
presents a possibility.
every opportunity
begins an opportunity
My mind aches for the
satisfaction of finality,
but the goal is replete
with...
#LifeCycle
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9 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
5th May 2020 5:59pm
5th May 2020 5:59pm
The Quandary...
It’s winter, but the lack of flowers
darken the day. Flowers are fresh
and new, and represent
all that is good in this world.
They give us hope, like new babies
crying out the message
that there is hope, I’m here!
How do we renew when
we are stalked daily?
How do we hope when
we are expected to decide between
truth and lies constantly?
How do we believe when
the icons we were presented
as children have morphed into
some bizarre character in an
off broadway play?
How do we function when media
says...
darken the day. Flowers are fresh
and new, and represent
all that is good in this world.
They give us hope, like new babies
crying out the message
that there is hope, I’m here!
How do we renew when
we are stalked daily?
How do we hope when
we are expected to decide between
truth and lies constantly?
How do we believe when
the icons we were presented
as children have morphed into
some bizarre character in an
off broadway play?
How do we function when media
says...
#LifeStruggles
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0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
5th May 2020 1:51pm
5th May 2020 1:51pm
Guilt...
Guilt of past deeds return
to rip my conscience
like a hyena tears at its prey.
I’m not sure I’m guilty,
they say I am.
Is guilt placed by others
mine to carry? Can guilt
be placed if no guilt is
deserved. Long ago an
innocent man was found guilty.
I’m doubly haunted, by the specter
of guilt and the ghost of doubt.
My escape is words on a page.
The reader will empathize because
He knows me through my words.
No guilt in my words, only a cry
for acceptance and peace.
to rip my conscience
like a hyena tears at its prey.
I’m not sure I’m guilty,
they say I am.
Is guilt placed by others
mine to carry? Can guilt
be placed if no guilt is
deserved. Long ago an
innocent man was found guilty.
I’m doubly haunted, by the specter
of guilt and the ghost of doubt.
My escape is words on a page.
The reader will empathize because
He knows me through my words.
No guilt in my words, only a cry
for acceptance and peace.
#forgiveness
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1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
3rd May 2020 9:56pm
3rd May 2020 9:56pm
Dying Thoughts...
The mask, my face, the oxygen flows
I breathe in a cadence,
like a drum keeping time.
If the drum stops will the breathing go on?
I am now tethered to this mechanical device
providing me life like a fetus in the womb.
Where did breath go, what took it from me?
It was the virus, this virus common to all in here.
This ward is full of victims on assisted breathing
struggling to breath, struggling to stay alive
like a fish, thrown on the bank yawns ,
hoping to take in water. When will he
go motionless. When will we go motionless? ...
I breathe in a cadence,
like a drum keeping time.
If the drum stops will the breathing go on?
I am now tethered to this mechanical device
providing me life like a fetus in the womb.
Where did breath go, what took it from me?
It was the virus, this virus common to all in here.
This ward is full of victims on assisted breathing
struggling to breath, struggling to stay alive
like a fish, thrown on the bank yawns ,
hoping to take in water. When will he
go motionless. When will we go motionless? ...
#LifeCycle
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