Submissions by anvinvil (Anvillan)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Observer of life, the mind and dreams... what’s real?
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Apr 2020 1:06am
2nd Apr 2020 1:06am
What if?
What if I never said I love you?
What if I never heard I love you?
What if I never said thank you?
What if I never said how grateful I am
to have you in my life?
What if I never said how wonderful a
companion you were?
What if I never told you how caring you
were in times of trial?
What if I never told you how patient you were
with me in times of crisis?
What if never told you you’re the only
person in my dreams?
What if I die without telling you these things?
I will lie asleep, dreaming with regret for
for all...
What if I never heard I love you?
What if I never said thank you?
What if I never said how grateful I am
to have you in my life?
What if I never said how wonderful a
companion you were?
What if I never told you how caring you
were in times of trial?
What if I never told you how patient you were
with me in times of crisis?
What if never told you you’re the only
person in my dreams?
What if I die without telling you these things?
I will lie asleep, dreaming with regret for
for all...
#philosophical
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Mar 2020 10:59am
29th Mar 2020 10:59am
Judgments...
Poetry can only be judged at a distance.
No poet can judge his/her own work.
No one who knows the poet can judge.
Proximity inevitably mixes objectively
with subjectivity. The writer will be judged
against the backdrop of personality.
The chain of words will be linked to
him/her and not to the message.
Poetry results from a need, a need
to express the intensely personal
and intimately necessary. A need to
announce we exist without expectations,
without claiming a role. Just a voice
in the darkness hoping for some light.
No poet can judge his/her own work.
No one who knows the poet can judge.
Proximity inevitably mixes objectively
with subjectivity. The writer will be judged
against the backdrop of personality.
The chain of words will be linked to
him/her and not to the message.
Poetry results from a need, a need
to express the intensely personal
and intimately necessary. A need to
announce we exist without expectations,
without claiming a role. Just a voice
in the darkness hoping for some light.
#fate
440 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
27th Mar 2020 1:38am
27th Mar 2020 1:38am
The Chase...
I chase ideas, I chase my dreams through
the halls of fantasy, the halls of wonder
and the halls of escape. But, they elude me
and tumble down to words on a page.
The words turn on me asking why do
I write? How do I dare steal thoughts and
express them in words when they were gifts
for me and me alone. I have no defense.
I’m addicted, if I don’t write, I’ll withdraw.
If I withdraw the chase will end, the gifts
will dry up. Thus, I must remain addicted.
I must continue allowing these gifts to be
conscripted by words on a page. ...
the halls of fantasy, the halls of wonder
and the halls of escape. But, they elude me
and tumble down to words on a page.
The words turn on me asking why do
I write? How do I dare steal thoughts and
express them in words when they were gifts
for me and me alone. I have no defense.
I’m addicted, if I don’t write, I’ll withdraw.
If I withdraw the chase will end, the gifts
will dry up. Thus, I must remain addicted.
I must continue allowing these gifts to be
conscripted by words on a page. ...
#PowerOfWords
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Mar 2020 00:57am
14th Mar 2020 00:57am
Native American Sadness...
What will we do when all is gone
and yesterday will never dawn?
What will we do when grass turns brown
and railroads crisscross the smallest town?
What will we do when the herds don’t roam
and the birds have flown to a distant home?
What will we do when the people dance
and chant for yet another chance?
What will we do when the chiefs conspire
around a very low and dying fire?
What will we do when all is gone
and yesterday will never dawn?
and yesterday will never dawn?
What will we do when grass turns brown
and railroads crisscross the smallest town?
What will we do when the herds don’t roam
and the birds have flown to a distant home?
What will we do when the people dance
and chant for yet another chance?
What will we do when the chiefs conspire
around a very low and dying fire?
What will we do when all is gone
and yesterday will never dawn?
#LifeStruggles
545 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Mar 2020 10:33am
12th Mar 2020 10:33am
If I Feel...
If I feel then it’s real.
If I can’t feel then it’s an idea.
But can’t I feel an idea?
Isn’t love an idea
whose manifestation lies in feeling?
What I see isn’t real until I feel it.
Love isn’t real until I feel and am felt.
Until then it’s just an ache,
a nagging sense of the incomplete,
a desperate longing for something
beyond something that’s just out there
in a place, beyond which there are dragons.
A dangerous journey, my arrival only assured if I feel.
I see, I hear but these senses can deceive,
feeling is the last...
If I can’t feel then it’s an idea.
But can’t I feel an idea?
Isn’t love an idea
whose manifestation lies in feeling?
What I see isn’t real until I feel it.
Love isn’t real until I feel and am felt.
Until then it’s just an ache,
a nagging sense of the incomplete,
a desperate longing for something
beyond something that’s just out there
in a place, beyond which there are dragons.
A dangerous journey, my arrival only assured if I feel.
I see, I hear but these senses can deceive,
feeling is the last...
#love
512 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Mar 2020 12:40pm
10th Mar 2020 12:40pm
Quest for the Endless
I know what I know but I also know what I don’t know.
I want to understand the infinite,
the concept that space is forever, it’s endless.
The idea of the infinite haunts me,
I can’t understand it, label it or even grasp it,
I can only accept it. We label that acceptance faith,
that great catch all for that we can’t understand.
Thwarted by the infinite, we overdose on the finite.
Books, movies pictures all imploring the world
to remember that we existed. We even create yards of stone,
each stone calling out our name
to those who pass by. ...
I want to understand the infinite,
the concept that space is forever, it’s endless.
The idea of the infinite haunts me,
I can’t understand it, label it or even grasp it,
I can only accept it. We label that acceptance faith,
that great catch all for that we can’t understand.
Thwarted by the infinite, we overdose on the finite.
Books, movies pictures all imploring the world
to remember that we existed. We even create yards of stone,
each stone calling out our name
to those who pass by. ...
#LifeCycle
455 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Feb 2020 12:58pm
26th Feb 2020 12:58pm
Prison or pallet...
My mind is like a prison with a thousand thoughts, like prisoners, all planning and wanting to escape.
They seek the daylight of expression and the serenity of acceptance .
They seek that garden of creativity, where flowers grow, go to seed and create other gardens.
Am I diminished by freeing these prisoners, pardoning the for my selfishness? Releasing them on an unsuspecting public...
Every artist has his medium. The medium of the poet is words. Releasing these words from the heart can be painful as some of these flowers have thorns.
The condition for release is...
They seek the daylight of expression and the serenity of acceptance .
They seek that garden of creativity, where flowers grow, go to seed and create other gardens.
Am I diminished by freeing these prisoners, pardoning the for my selfishness? Releasing them on an unsuspecting public...
Every artist has his medium. The medium of the poet is words. Releasing these words from the heart can be painful as some of these flowers have thorns.
The condition for release is...
#motivational
417 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
25th Feb 2020 5:17pm
25th Feb 2020 5:17pm
Winter
Barren trees with giant fingers raised to the sky begging the heavens to return rain to the earth so life can begin anew.
The prison of snow trapping the potential of new birth from the life giving sun,
trapped but screaming to be let out to run in the springtime like children in the sunshine.
The battle between the sun and the cold for control of life itself. Life reluctantly adjusts but grits it’s teeth in rebellion...
The prison of snow trapping the potential of new birth from the life giving sun,
trapped but screaming to be let out to run in the springtime like children in the sunshine.
The battle between the sun and the cold for control of life itself. Life reluctantly adjusts but grits it’s teeth in rebellion...
#nature
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SELF POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2020 10:30pm
23rd Feb 2020 10:30pm
Why not??
It’s night and dark so the mind feels it’s safe to wander, though this is a false sense of security. In daylight the senses occasionally report back that which isn’t there. That assault causes the mind to retreat back into its shell. Now, within that shell is chaos, with exponential threads with multiplying themes and threats. Fear takes over...fear of the consequences of yesterday’s actions and foreboding thoughts of what might lie in the future. I pause to think reasonable and rational thoughts but my mind locks me out. Suddenly I can’t control my own mind. Panic strikes me... have I ever...
#God
330 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2020 12:25pm
22nd Feb 2020 12:25pm
The Poet...
Is the title conferred or imposed?
One person steps onto the stage,
in the spotlight, opens his heart and
pours out his inner most hopes and fears.
He craves approval but is guarded
with the courage to accept
that some in the audience may or may not be
receptive to his message. His offering is pure
and will not change regardless of criticism.
Then, there’s the person who
steps onto the stage but the lights are down,
it’s dark and the audience hears his message
but wonders if it’s real as seeing is believing...
Hiding...
One person steps onto the stage,
in the spotlight, opens his heart and
pours out his inner most hopes and fears.
He craves approval but is guarded
with the courage to accept
that some in the audience may or may not be
receptive to his message. His offering is pure
and will not change regardless of criticism.
Then, there’s the person who
steps onto the stage but the lights are down,
it’s dark and the audience hears his message
but wonders if it’s real as seeing is believing...
Hiding...
#TruthOfLife
405 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2020 1:20am
22nd Feb 2020 1:20am
Certainty...
I’ve searched high and low, I’ve searched the surface and the depths. I’ve even searched the places that children go to hide. The quest is excruciating and the pain exponential in its intensity. What have I missed is the question for the ages, but no response is offered. The quest is for certainty. The only place left to look is behind. aaah yes, there it is... Certainty only exists in yesterday.
#LifeStruggles
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Feb 2020 9:28pm
21st Feb 2020 9:28pm
Searching...
I’ve searched high and low, I’ve searched the surface and the depths, I’ve even searched the places children go to hide. The quest is excruciating and the pain is exponential in intensity. Where have I missed is the question for the ages but no response is offered. The quest is for certainty. The only place left to look is behind. Aaah yes, there it is. Certainty only exists in yesterday.
#LifeStruggles
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