Submissions by anvinvil (Anvillan)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Observer of life, the mind and dreams... what’s real?
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Apr 2020 2:04pm
25th Apr 2020 2:04pm
Defiance...
The great oak stands defiant
before the moon, while the
tides bend to its will...
before the moon, while the
tides bend to its will...
#moon
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Apr 2020 11:31am
24th Apr 2020 11:31am
The Page...
Words flow
inundate the page,
a swirling flood, turbulence
on the flat sheet.
I am attacked, the vice
of indecision clamps
my mind, the pressure
intense, the pain spiritual.
The battle rages, the
vultures circle, I succumb.
Suddenly, all is quiet,
I’m alone on the page
surrounded by the
remnants of the conflict.
I rise and collect the words
laying them in lines like
casualties after the battle.
But, now, the words come
alive. They sing the song
of truth. I lie down
exhausted and sleep. ...
inundate the page,
a swirling flood, turbulence
on the flat sheet.
I am attacked, the vice
of indecision clamps
my mind, the pressure
intense, the pain spiritual.
The battle rages, the
vultures circle, I succumb.
Suddenly, all is quiet,
I’m alone on the page
surrounded by the
remnants of the conflict.
I rise and collect the words
laying them in lines like
casualties after the battle.
But, now, the words come
alive. They sing the song
of truth. I lie down
exhausted and sleep. ...
#inspirational
460 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2020 2:52am
23rd Apr 2020 2:52am
Words and the Sea...
Words and the page,
wind and the waves.
Words move my hand,
a hand invisible moves
the waves. Words reduce
my store of feelings,
the tides reclaim the shore.
For the poet, ebb and flow
are his world. Inspiration is
there, then gone. Happiness
then depression. Kindness
then selfishness. The great
sin, self gratification.
When you write for you,
inspiration is wasted.
You are just a pass thru,
an instrument of communication.
All poetry is meant for someone else.
Poetry is like the wind
Over the...
wind and the waves.
Words move my hand,
a hand invisible moves
the waves. Words reduce
my store of feelings,
the tides reclaim the shore.
For the poet, ebb and flow
are his world. Inspiration is
there, then gone. Happiness
then depression. Kindness
then selfishness. The great
sin, self gratification.
When you write for you,
inspiration is wasted.
You are just a pass thru,
an instrument of communication.
All poetry is meant for someone else.
Poetry is like the wind
Over the...
#WritingPoetry
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Apr 2020 2:29pm
21st Apr 2020 2:29pm
Sad Path...
Life is grinning, smiling, hugging, kissing.
Suddenly it’s sweating, coughing, hurting.
The light’s so bright, an alien specter with
the voice of an angel speaks to me.
A latex hand grasps mine.
I drift off, I dream of wonderful, I dream
of dread, I dream of doom. Then, there are
no dreams. I’m wrapped in a sheet,
transported to a refrigerated trailer
with other souls awaiting their fate,
fire or ground, either way, in a box.
I ache for those who witness this every day....
Suddenly it’s sweating, coughing, hurting.
The light’s so bright, an alien specter with
the voice of an angel speaks to me.
A latex hand grasps mine.
I drift off, I dream of wonderful, I dream
of dread, I dream of doom. Then, there are
no dreams. I’m wrapped in a sheet,
transported to a refrigerated trailer
with other souls awaiting their fate,
fire or ground, either way, in a box.
I ache for those who witness this every day....
#sadness
287 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
21st Apr 2020 12:56pm
21st Apr 2020 12:56pm
Moon and the Heart...
l look to the moon, my pen ready.
Nothing comes, the urge, the pain,
Help! The moon laughs, ridicules
my thoughts. This moon, subject of
the great poets of yore, demeans
and discourages my efforts. I turn
to my heart, full with words and feeling.
Where have you been it asks.
I’ve been to the moon I answer.
And, what did you find it asks?
Nothing, I answer. My words are
your words it says. No need to look
elsewhere. Always from my heart...
Nothing comes, the urge, the pain,
Help! The moon laughs, ridicules
my thoughts. This moon, subject of
the great poets of yore, demeans
and discourages my efforts. I turn
to my heart, full with words and feeling.
Where have you been it asks.
I’ve been to the moon I answer.
And, what did you find it asks?
Nothing, I answer. My words are
your words it says. No need to look
elsewhere. Always from my heart...
#inspirational
338 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Apr 2020 1:25am
20th Apr 2020 1:25am
Begging...
Begging....
Bound by chains, my souls screams
at the sun for burning light, then at
the trees for blocking light.
Is what burns gone, or just
consumed by the greedy light?
Who stores the screams of the
begging souls, tormented by the
loss of sight? The sky collects but
oceans store in the deep, so deep
the screams aren’t heard
and the monsters of the sea feed
and rise to torture the world
with fears of the unknown.
Once fear is instilled they return to
the deep to feed again.
The oceans get...
Bound by chains, my souls screams
at the sun for burning light, then at
the trees for blocking light.
Is what burns gone, or just
consumed by the greedy light?
Who stores the screams of the
begging souls, tormented by the
loss of sight? The sky collects but
oceans store in the deep, so deep
the screams aren’t heard
and the monsters of the sea feed
and rise to torture the world
with fears of the unknown.
Once fear is instilled they return to
the deep to feed again.
The oceans get...
#aliens
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Apr 2020 5:47pm
19th Apr 2020 5:47pm
Gain/loss...
Loss/Gain...
I’ve lost gasses
I’ve gained unhelpful rhetoric
I’ve lost glaciers
I’ve gained ocean levels
I’ve lost clean air
I’ve gained coal production
I’ve lost clean water
I’ve gained more waste
Gains plus losses equal
devastation for this planet.
Who can save us, only
us can save us...
Where is the will to survive?
I’ve lost gasses
I’ve gained unhelpful rhetoric
I’ve lost glaciers
I’ve gained ocean levels
I’ve lost clean air
I’ve gained coal production
I’ve lost clean water
I’ve gained more waste
Gains plus losses equal
devastation for this planet.
Who can save us, only
us can save us...
Where is the will to survive?
#universe
312 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
17th Apr 2020 10:10am
17th Apr 2020 10:10am
And now...
Things that are said, things not said,
things that hurt but heal,
things that hurt, but never heal yet
now, the bed is empty.
Always there, presence assumed,
different chairs, different rooms,
politely ignored, conveniently used,
but now, the bed is empty.
Things misplaced and some are found
things are lost, then tears are found
and now, the bed is empty.
Life determines the path we trod, and love
controls our thoughts and words.
But, what will control the flood of memories
when, forever, the bed is empty?
things that hurt but heal,
things that hurt, but never heal yet
now, the bed is empty.
Always there, presence assumed,
different chairs, different rooms,
politely ignored, conveniently used,
but now, the bed is empty.
Things misplaced and some are found
things are lost, then tears are found
and now, the bed is empty.
Life determines the path we trod, and love
controls our thoughts and words.
But, what will control the flood of memories
when, forever, the bed is empty?
#wife
344 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
17th Apr 2020 8:50am
17th Apr 2020 8:50am
Fell in Love..
I fell in love with her name
I fell in love with her presence
I fell in love with her pony tail
I fell in love with her kiss
I fell in love with her smile
I fell in love with her passion
I fell in love with her commitment
I fell in love with her devotion
I just fell in love...
I fell in love with her presence
I fell in love with her pony tail
I fell in love with her kiss
I fell in love with her smile
I fell in love with her passion
I fell in love with her commitment
I fell in love with her devotion
I just fell in love...
#love
388 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Apr 2020 11:26am
14th Apr 2020 11:26am
Absence...
Rapture, Cataclysm , Big Bang,
all simultaneous, beginning of
nothing, imagining the unimaginable,
silence, void, lack of a universe, no
source, no end, no being, the indescribable,
the undefinable, isolation yet nothing
to be isolated from, not even alone, just not.
Existence doesn’t exist, just pure absence.
Yet, in death we exist, only in the ether...
all simultaneous, beginning of
nothing, imagining the unimaginable,
silence, void, lack of a universe, no
source, no end, no being, the indescribable,
the undefinable, isolation yet nothing
to be isolated from, not even alone, just not.
Existence doesn’t exist, just pure absence.
Yet, in death we exist, only in the ether...
#emptiness
316 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Apr 2020 4:09pm
13th Apr 2020 4:09pm
Forever Homeless...
Blank stares, eyes without depth
sounds without ears, death is near.
In graves unmarked they question why.
On streets of home, left to die.
Not attended, just collected.
Counted, then disposed, never
Identified. Someone knows,
no one cares. Assigned a number,
boxed and shipped. A grave of
numbers, without names. Covered
with dirt, no flowers, no stone
no name just an eternal number.
sounds without ears, death is near.
In graves unmarked they question why.
On streets of home, left to die.
Not attended, just collected.
Counted, then disposed, never
Identified. Someone knows,
no one cares. Assigned a number,
boxed and shipped. A grave of
numbers, without names. Covered
with dirt, no flowers, no stone
no name just an eternal number.
#God
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Apr 2020 12:26pm
13th Apr 2020 12:26pm
Rejected Gift...
Rejected Gift...
Words flow from my pen.
They speak to me but I deny their meaning.
My heart, in the shadows overhears
and accepts the truth and the pain.
The pain becomes a throb, the throb
becomes my heart beat. My mind
cries out, my body writhes .
My soul steps in, “ surrender “.
Words of truth return to my page
My penance is to never deny
the gift of inspiration. Somewhere
out there in the teaming masses
is a soul waiting, since the beginning
of time, for those words
to give meaning to his life.
Words flow from my pen.
They speak to me but I deny their meaning.
My heart, in the shadows overhears
and accepts the truth and the pain.
The pain becomes a throb, the throb
becomes my heart beat. My mind
cries out, my body writhes .
My soul steps in, “ surrender “.
Words of truth return to my page
My penance is to never deny
the gift of inspiration. Somewhere
out there in the teaming masses
is a soul waiting, since the beginning
of time, for those words
to give meaning to his life.
#strength
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