Submissions by anvinvil (Anvillan)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Observer of life, the mind and dreams... what’s real?
Light...
Light shines through
darkness shows all things
moonlight heals.
darkness shows all things
moonlight heals.
#haiku
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Obstruction...
The lava flows
But the old stump waits
the thief steals.
But the old stump waits
the thief steals.
#haiku
255 reads
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Haiku 6
Tears do fall
Stars cross the night sky
No mind rules
Stars cross the night sky
No mind rules
#haiku
353 reads
1 Comment
Haiku 2
The brook flows
But life fights its way
The hawk soars
But life fights its way
The hawk soars
#LifeChangingMoment
337 reads
3 Comments
Haiku
White birds fly
The wind blows the leaves
The bell tolls
The wind blows the leaves
The bell tolls
#haiku
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The Specter...
The pain racks my body
Like thunder fractures the silence.
I long to separate and
observe from afar.
But pain claws me down
and laughs at my feeble attempt.
Like a demon from hell, it’s grip
is the grip of past sins.
The price is atonement for sins
yet committed.
What are my sins oh specter
that has command of my soul?
Did my desires overwhelm my needs?
Was my treatment of others
cruel or self serving? Did I
destroy rather than build?
Tell me, release me to the silence
and to eternal darkness. ...
Like thunder fractures the silence.
I long to separate and
observe from afar.
But pain claws me down
and laughs at my feeble attempt.
Like a demon from hell, it’s grip
is the grip of past sins.
The price is atonement for sins
yet committed.
What are my sins oh specter
that has command of my soul?
Did my desires overwhelm my needs?
Was my treatment of others
cruel or self serving? Did I
destroy rather than build?
Tell me, release me to the silence
and to eternal darkness. ...
#depression
366 reads
5 Comments
It’s Here, Stupid...
Planet earth, it’s where we live.
The sun, the moon, the stars
all apart. We look, we share
the wonders, but it’s here that
we exist.
It’s the here that haunts our being.
We abuse the here and hurt ourselves.
Poisoned air, polluted water, oceans
filled with trash, sprawling cites, burned
landscapes and starving people.
We envy, we covet, we steal, we lie,
we kill and we exploit. We are driven
by desire. We can’t distinguish between
want and need. It’s always want.
People want, nations want and take
to...
The sun, the moon, the stars
all apart. We look, we share
the wonders, but it’s here that
we exist.
It’s the here that haunts our being.
We abuse the here and hurt ourselves.
Poisoned air, polluted water, oceans
filled with trash, sprawling cites, burned
landscapes and starving people.
We envy, we covet, we steal, we lie,
we kill and we exploit. We are driven
by desire. We can’t distinguish between
want and need. It’s always want.
People want, nations want and take
to...
#nature
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3 Comments
Blessing of Death...
With illness or sickness I struggle.
With pain or anxiety am I afflicted?
Sick in the body or ill in my mind?
My body aches but my mind questions.
The pain of paralysis, the curse of immobility.
Valid judgments, sensing what’s real.
Being dependent yet wanting to please.
Seeing the glass but unable to grasp.
Hearing her speak, not able to respond.
Living in bed with pain and with dread.
Wondering why, yet unable to cry.
I’m here yet I’m gone, a prisoner
without a prison, a body without
purpose, a mind that can’t focus. ...
With pain or anxiety am I afflicted?
Sick in the body or ill in my mind?
My body aches but my mind questions.
The pain of paralysis, the curse of immobility.
Valid judgments, sensing what’s real.
Being dependent yet wanting to please.
Seeing the glass but unable to grasp.
Hearing her speak, not able to respond.
Living in bed with pain and with dread.
Wondering why, yet unable to cry.
I’m here yet I’m gone, a prisoner
without a prison, a body without
purpose, a mind that can’t focus. ...
#death
275 reads
4 Comments
Round Trip...
Depression creeps in
like a thief in the night,
not looking for gold,
only your sanity.
It’s vice clamps your mind
It’s hands turn the screw, I
scream at the pain, the pressure,
my mind explodes into fragments
and collects in the abyss of
uncertainty. Where, when
I no longer know. I grasp
to stop the fall, I pray to Him to
save me. Anybody, anything!
Suddenly, an angel in white.
Things will be alright.
He holds the magic wand,
One prick of the needle
And I’m saved.
like a thief in the night,
not looking for gold,
only your sanity.
It’s vice clamps your mind
It’s hands turn the screw, I
scream at the pain, the pressure,
my mind explodes into fragments
and collects in the abyss of
uncertainty. Where, when
I no longer know. I grasp
to stop the fall, I pray to Him to
save me. Anybody, anything!
Suddenly, an angel in white.
Things will be alright.
He holds the magic wand,
One prick of the needle
And I’m saved.
#depression
418 reads
2 Comments
Frozen Hand...
The night is dark, I sit,
pen in hand, ready.
Nothing comes, my hand
frozen in place.
My mind locked on trivia.
Where are the inspirations,
where are the concepts,
where are those meaningful
dreams that might move one heart?
Then a voice in my soul says
poetry is not mechanical, not
like writing a book.
Because you are ready
I may not be.
Poetry is a journey, a pilgrimage
an exodus. All are invited
but few will listen. Soul to soul,
essence to the very center.
That’s poetry... words began ...
pen in hand, ready.
Nothing comes, my hand
frozen in place.
My mind locked on trivia.
Where are the inspirations,
where are the concepts,
where are those meaningful
dreams that might move one heart?
Then a voice in my soul says
poetry is not mechanical, not
like writing a book.
Because you are ready
I may not be.
Poetry is a journey, a pilgrimage
an exodus. All are invited
but few will listen. Soul to soul,
essence to the very center.
That’s poetry... words began ...
#motivational
296 reads
5 Comments
Target Truth...
The arrow flies, the target’s hit
but truth escapes the assault.
Truth seeks openness, the
space between opinion and
reality.
Opinion lives in the political world
while reality lives in the real world,
where numbers are not just figures
on a chart but loved ones missed
and missing.
Truth today isn’t a matter of
conscience but a matter of
convenience. Convenient to
the political moment while
the conscience of reality begs
for straight talk and honest truth.
The arrow hit us, the...
but truth escapes the assault.
Truth seeks openness, the
space between opinion and
reality.
Opinion lives in the political world
while reality lives in the real world,
where numbers are not just figures
on a chart but loved ones missed
and missing.
Truth today isn’t a matter of
conscience but a matter of
convenience. Convenient to
the political moment while
the conscience of reality begs
for straight talk and honest truth.
The arrow hit us, the...
#frustration
319 reads
1 Comment
Isolation...
Nighttime, sliver of light
Inspiration in the void
Darkness nurtures me
Inspiration in the void
Darkness nurtures me
#inspirational
341 reads
3 Comments
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