Submissions by anvinvil (Anvillan)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Observer of life, the mind and dreams... what’s real?
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Aug 2020 4:45pm
16th Aug 2020 4:45pm
Song of the Soul...
Life is a journey, defined by time,
guided by fate but controlled by you.
The story in our minds eye is a fantasy.
That fantasy sees us as the hero,
meeting all challenges and
slaying many dragons.
But life isn’t fantasy and fate isn’t friendly.
Some dragons are bigger than others,
their breaths of fire burn the options and melt
the dreams you thought were certain, leaving you
with only uncertainty. The fire blinds you
to what you know and to any path of escape.
When all seems lost is when you hear
the song of the...
guided by fate but controlled by you.
The story in our minds eye is a fantasy.
That fantasy sees us as the hero,
meeting all challenges and
slaying many dragons.
But life isn’t fantasy and fate isn’t friendly.
Some dragons are bigger than others,
their breaths of fire burn the options and melt
the dreams you thought were certain, leaving you
with only uncertainty. The fire blinds you
to what you know and to any path of escape.
When all seems lost is when you hear
the song of the...
#LifeChangingMoment
459 reads
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Aug 2020 00:54am
15th Aug 2020 00:54am
Thoughts corralled...
I write alone, inspiration floats
in and out, like a curtain in a breeze.
The darkness corrals my thoughts
into a swirling mass looking for a way out.
Every gate I open meets with resistance.
I can’t pen the thoughts I want without
the words held hostage by my mind.
Then, a soul appears, in my head,
to stop the maelstrom of thoughts and
channel my words on to my page.
The poet lives a lonely and solitary
life, constantly searching his own mind
for the words to express what’s in his heart.
Sometimes those thoughts...
in and out, like a curtain in a breeze.
The darkness corrals my thoughts
into a swirling mass looking for a way out.
Every gate I open meets with resistance.
I can’t pen the thoughts I want without
the words held hostage by my mind.
Then, a soul appears, in my head,
to stop the maelstrom of thoughts and
channel my words on to my page.
The poet lives a lonely and solitary
life, constantly searching his own mind
for the words to express what’s in his heart.
Sometimes those thoughts...
#LifeStruggles
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Aug 2020 2:46am
14th Aug 2020 2:46am
Sometimes a wild god...
A strange aura permeates
the forest today. The great oak
lowers its branches to allow
squirrels to disembark.
The rivers stop their flow
to allow the deer to cross.
Aberrations of nature and
antics of a wild god.
The face of the mountains
reverse. Snow fills the valleys
and the mountain tops are green
with pines and bright with
wildflowers. Winter in the valley
summer on high. Humor of
a wild god.
Cities feel the wrath. Rivers
are moved. It’s now 5th Avenue
River and Hudson...
the forest today. The great oak
lowers its branches to allow
squirrels to disembark.
The rivers stop their flow
to allow the deer to cross.
Aberrations of nature and
antics of a wild god.
The face of the mountains
reverse. Snow fills the valleys
and the mountain tops are green
with pines and bright with
wildflowers. Winter in the valley
summer on high. Humor of
a wild god.
Cities feel the wrath. Rivers
are moved. It’s now 5th Avenue
River and Hudson...
#dreams
301 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Aug 2020 12:27pm
13th Aug 2020 12:27pm
The Gift...
Don’t give me that look of distain,
of arrogance, of pity, I don’t need it.
I didn’t ask for any of this, I was,
literally pushed into it. Was a few
minutes of pleasure on Christmas
worth a lifetime of shame and ignominy
I was forced into school which I hated
I was dragged into church where I was bored
and told the sky with the angels was our goal.
I loved beer under the bleachers after school.
Cigarettes were so cool and made me feel
so good. Then, there were women, many and often.
Love, naw, that’s just a word...
of arrogance, of pity, I don’t need it.
I didn’t ask for any of this, I was,
literally pushed into it. Was a few
minutes of pleasure on Christmas
worth a lifetime of shame and ignominy
I was forced into school which I hated
I was dragged into church where I was bored
and told the sky with the angels was our goal.
I loved beer under the bleachers after school.
Cigarettes were so cool and made me feel
so good. Then, there were women, many and often.
Love, naw, that’s just a word...
#LifeStruggles
361 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Aug 2020 11:51am
12th Aug 2020 11:51am
A pale roux of dead...
A pale roux of dead obscures my world.
The walls close in while the ceiling moves up.
All that was connected now disconnects.
Stars combine in a light so bright I’m blind.
I reach, I feel but nothing’s there, only air.
I’m spinning, falling, the light goes out, it’s black.
The maelstrom increases, I am torn in pieces
that are collected in a vessel named recovery.
The vessel of recovery contains the souls of many. All
awaiting the hand of the unknown to make them whole.
Disconnected in the world of the unknown, the fragments...
The walls close in while the ceiling moves up.
All that was connected now disconnects.
Stars combine in a light so bright I’m blind.
I reach, I feel but nothing’s there, only air.
I’m spinning, falling, the light goes out, it’s black.
The maelstrom increases, I am torn in pieces
that are collected in a vessel named recovery.
The vessel of recovery contains the souls of many. All
awaiting the hand of the unknown to make them whole.
Disconnected in the world of the unknown, the fragments...
#dark
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1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Aug 2020 00:39am
12th Aug 2020 00:39am
Bolero... the story.
She crawls, she slithers, like a serpent
stalking its prey. The music draws her
body to him in a state of surrender.
While she winds herself around him,
his indifference defies her wiles.
Who is this man to resist that for
which others have died. Armies
have been lost and Kings
have been humbled. Yet here,
my offer of me goes unnoticed.
Am I too old, to short, to tall?
Why does he gaze across the room?
What holds his attention and interest?
I turn and it’s obvious, she’s coiled
ready to strike, no need to...
stalking its prey. The music draws her
body to him in a state of surrender.
While she winds herself around him,
his indifference defies her wiles.
Who is this man to resist that for
which others have died. Armies
have been lost and Kings
have been humbled. Yet here,
my offer of me goes unnoticed.
Am I too old, to short, to tall?
Why does he gaze across the room?
What holds his attention and interest?
I turn and it’s obvious, she’s coiled
ready to strike, no need to...
#LifeChangingMoment
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Aug 2020 7:44pm
11th Aug 2020 7:44pm
Blues...
Blue is the color of sad
and a song that is a prayer for relief.
It’s over, she’s gone
but the memory linger on.
She caused me paingh
but, I’d do it all again
for one more chance at love.
She sang like an angel
that was wounded in the fall.
A voice from far away that
relocated itself in my very soul.
The rhythm of the music matched
the beating of my heart. The beating of
my heart matched the echo of her
footsteps down the hall, creating
a refrain of goodbye. I scream for
her to come back but my voice ...
and a song that is a prayer for relief.
It’s over, she’s gone
but the memory linger on.
She caused me paingh
but, I’d do it all again
for one more chance at love.
She sang like an angel
that was wounded in the fall.
A voice from far away that
relocated itself in my very soul.
The rhythm of the music matched
the beating of my heart. The beating of
my heart matched the echo of her
footsteps down the hall, creating
a refrain of goodbye. I scream for
her to come back but my voice ...
#music
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Aug 2020 11:33am
11th Aug 2020 11:33am
Life’s Beginnings...
I’m borne, nourished by my mother
then cut loose into a cold world,
eyes closed, gasping for air. But,
I know where I must go, I know
where to find the essence of survival,
mothers milk. She stores It within herself
knowing that soon I would appear to draw it down.
Her fullness causes pain and garment change.
She has two founts of sustenance to make sure
that nutrition will make me strong.
Mothers carry these potentially life giving gifts
In pairs to ensure to assure survival of new arrivals.
The gift of motherhood is life and...
then cut loose into a cold world,
eyes closed, gasping for air. But,
I know where I must go, I know
where to find the essence of survival,
mothers milk. She stores It within herself
knowing that soon I would appear to draw it down.
Her fullness causes pain and garment change.
She has two founts of sustenance to make sure
that nutrition will make me strong.
Mothers carry these potentially life giving gifts
In pairs to ensure to assure survival of new arrivals.
The gift of motherhood is life and...
#LifeCycle
320 reads
1 Comment
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Aug 2020 8:09am
11th Aug 2020 8:09am
Music....
The poet creates music with words,
the composer creates music without words.
Yet each composition is an idea, a vision,
an inspiration that started as words in
his/ her minds eye. From that point, the
flow of the music was born. The flow of the
music mirrors the flow of life for that particular
genre. Sometimes, the words are added to the
music. Sometimes the inspiration remains a mystery
and the listener it left to create his/her own story.
Those stories will vary for each listener, and,
perhaps that was the origional intention. ...
the composer creates music without words.
Yet each composition is an idea, a vision,
an inspiration that started as words in
his/ her minds eye. From that point, the
flow of the music was born. The flow of the
music mirrors the flow of life for that particular
genre. Sometimes, the words are added to the
music. Sometimes the inspiration remains a mystery
and the listener it left to create his/her own story.
Those stories will vary for each listener, and,
perhaps that was the origional intention. ...
#music
319 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
9th Aug 2020 1:22am
9th Aug 2020 1:22am
The Dustbin of Life...
When did I go from player to spectator?
When did time speed up and I slow down?
When did I go from decision maker to consultant?
When did I go from the center to the periphery?
Why is no one interested in my thoughts?
Why do the ladies no longer court my attention?
Why do people now always agree with me?
Why are my contrary opinions suddenly accepted?
Who has decided that I am no longer useful?
Who has decided to limit my travel?
Who has decided that I need full time care?
Who has decided to move me from my home?
All has been a...
When did time speed up and I slow down?
When did I go from decision maker to consultant?
When did I go from the center to the periphery?
Why is no one interested in my thoughts?
Why do the ladies no longer court my attention?
Why do people now always agree with me?
Why are my contrary opinions suddenly accepted?
Who has decided that I am no longer useful?
Who has decided to limit my travel?
Who has decided that I need full time care?
Who has decided to move me from my home?
All has been a...
#LifeStruggles
273 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Aug 2020 12:49pm
8th Aug 2020 12:49pm
Transitions?...
My words come hard,
the topic is death.
The end, the beginning,
just a transition?
I think, a transition
from a clump of molecules
to a spiritual form.
No more thinking,
just an awareness
of the universe.
Being aware of vastness
and being able understand
reality without limits.
Infinity becomes basic
and the stars a decoration
to highlight it’s message.
All souls are the same,
made different from each other
by degrees of awareness.
No one focuses on the...
the topic is death.
The end, the beginning,
just a transition?
I think, a transition
from a clump of molecules
to a spiritual form.
No more thinking,
just an awareness
of the universe.
Being aware of vastness
and being able understand
reality without limits.
Infinity becomes basic
and the stars a decoration
to highlight it’s message.
All souls are the same,
made different from each other
by degrees of awareness.
No one focuses on the...
#death
274 reads
4 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Aug 2020 2:18am
7th Aug 2020 2:18am
A Life...
The sun is warm, the birds sing in the sunshine,
they sing of skies of blue, of the freedom to soar.
I walk the fence line, weathered posts, rusted wire.
By the creek the water has eroded the soil
and the fence gave up and laid down.
The rise is gentle, the grass is green
and clusters of nameless wild flowers
reach for the warmth of the sun.
The stone wall, now in disrepair lies
half buried from ages of supporting
its own weight. I imagine some farmer
in ages past placing each stone like an egg
on Easter morning. Nature’s...
they sing of skies of blue, of the freedom to soar.
I walk the fence line, weathered posts, rusted wire.
By the creek the water has eroded the soil
and the fence gave up and laid down.
The rise is gentle, the grass is green
and clusters of nameless wild flowers
reach for the warmth of the sun.
The stone wall, now in disrepair lies
half buried from ages of supporting
its own weight. I imagine some farmer
in ages past placing each stone like an egg
on Easter morning. Nature’s...
#SelfDiscovery
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