Submissions by anvinvil (Anvillan)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Observer of life, the mind and dreams... what’s real?
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Jul 2020 9:42am
30th Jul 2020 9:42am
New Roles...
I reach out to help, I feel their need.
We’re both lost, life has changed course
and presented us with different paths.
I follow their need, they accept my help!
Helping is my job but the need to accept help
has been thrust upon them by life’s uncertainty.
Normality today, doomed by fate tomorrow.
Chosen by the lottery of the virus, just unlucky
or the victim of some other uncaring person,
the reason why is no longer the issue....
They are here, I am here, our roles are cast
and our mission is clear. Mine to support,
theirs...
We’re both lost, life has changed course
and presented us with different paths.
I follow their need, they accept my help!
Helping is my job but the need to accept help
has been thrust upon them by life’s uncertainty.
Normality today, doomed by fate tomorrow.
Chosen by the lottery of the virus, just unlucky
or the victim of some other uncaring person,
the reason why is no longer the issue....
They are here, I am here, our roles are cast
and our mission is clear. Mine to support,
theirs...
#LifeStruggles
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Jul 2020 11:07am
29th Jul 2020 11:07am
Mothers Milk...
Life is about desires from the day we are born.
From the first minute of our birth, our one desire
is for mother’s milk and it is driving our actions
and reactions. But if the result isn’t instant
gratification the outcome is pain and tears.
Pain visits in different forms... it can be
physical or emotional.
Physical pain can be like a wild beast
tearing and ripping at your flesh, its mouth
festooned with your muscle and dripping
with your blood. A hyena with powerful jaws
breaking and crushing your bones, all the while
having...
From the first minute of our birth, our one desire
is for mother’s milk and it is driving our actions
and reactions. But if the result isn’t instant
gratification the outcome is pain and tears.
Pain visits in different forms... it can be
physical or emotional.
Physical pain can be like a wild beast
tearing and ripping at your flesh, its mouth
festooned with your muscle and dripping
with your blood. A hyena with powerful jaws
breaking and crushing your bones, all the while
having...
#LifeStruggles
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Jul 2020 2:33am
24th Jul 2020 2:33am
Jazz...
I ride that river of silver as the Duke carries
me along through the swift and the serene.
Highs, lows, oceans and rills, his basic flow
captures my heart and freezes my soul.
Hear the alarm from the horn of greatness.
Louis sends warning to all that music is here
to capture your mind, to change the beat of
your heart, to add a new normal.
Who can hear the haunting rhythmic sounds
from John? Who can keep up with his changes
in pitch and tempo. Who can feel the constant
beat that carries you to a world beyond.
Like...
me along through the swift and the serene.
Highs, lows, oceans and rills, his basic flow
captures my heart and freezes my soul.
Hear the alarm from the horn of greatness.
Louis sends warning to all that music is here
to capture your mind, to change the beat of
your heart, to add a new normal.
Who can hear the haunting rhythmic sounds
from John? Who can keep up with his changes
in pitch and tempo. Who can feel the constant
beat that carries you to a world beyond.
Like...
#MyInspiration
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2020 1:13pm
23rd Jul 2020 1:13pm
The Song...
Blue is the color of sad
but it’s words are a prayer for relief.
It’s over, she’s gone
but the memory haunts me.
She caused me pain
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
grabbed my heart while
relocating 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, singing
a refrain of goodbye. I beg for ...
but it’s words are a prayer for relief.
It’s over, she’s gone
but the memory haunts me.
She caused me pain
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
grabbed my heart while
relocating 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, singing
a refrain of goodbye. I beg for ...
#LifeChangingMoment
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Jul 2020 5:18pm
21st Jul 2020 5:18pm
The Thought- Fox
Day has gone, darkness closes in,
it clouds my mind with a vision of nothing.
I squint to see the the unseeable
beg to know the unknowable but the
gates of my heart remain locked tight.
I search for that one truth to put down
on this page that stares back at me
wondering why it is blank and will it’s fate
be that of others, crumpled, in the dust bin.
Sleep overtakes me, I’m restless, agonized
by my failure of creativity. Thru the fog of self
pity I hear a sound unlike any other.
It seems unworldly, like from an angel ...
it clouds my mind with a vision of nothing.
I squint to see the the unseeable
beg to know the unknowable but the
gates of my heart remain locked tight.
I search for that one truth to put down
on this page that stares back at me
wondering why it is blank and will it’s fate
be that of others, crumpled, in the dust bin.
Sleep overtakes me, I’m restless, agonized
by my failure of creativity. Thru the fog of self
pity I hear a sound unlike any other.
It seems unworldly, like from an angel ...
#LifeCycle
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Jul 2020 5:12pm
21st Jul 2020 5:12pm
View of a Pig...
Life has a shelf life as does all things.
Things that are vivid today are
faded tomorrow, then gone next week.
The effect on us doesn’t vanish.
It lingers in our consciousness and
impacts our actions.
The problem is certainty vs uncertainty.
There are only two things certain in
this life, yesterday and death. We
dwell on yesterday because it’s real
and known to us personally. Death is a
mystery but is always before our eyes.
We see it in our lives, in flora and fauna.
Faith says things go on, science says ...
Things that are vivid today are
faded tomorrow, then gone next week.
The effect on us doesn’t vanish.
It lingers in our consciousness and
impacts our actions.
The problem is certainty vs uncertainty.
There are only two things certain in
this life, yesterday and death. We
dwell on yesterday because it’s real
and known to us personally. Death is a
mystery but is always before our eyes.
We see it in our lives, in flora and fauna.
Faith says things go on, science says ...
#LifeCycle
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Jul 2020 00:51am
20th Jul 2020 00:51am
The Clone...
I’ve fled him, I’ve chased him
I’ve even embraced him.
The specter of denial both
haunts and comforts me.
It’s convenient to blame others
and satisfying to deny our roll.
Denial is mental and always blames in
the light of truth. It searches my heart
for the truth only the heart can know.
My heart is the repository of ultimate
truths. The enemy of truth is denial.
The conflict in life is always a
push and pull between truth and denial.
Can I live a life of denial and still
claim to be me? To deny truth is
to deny...
I’ve even embraced him.
The specter of denial both
haunts and comforts me.
It’s convenient to blame others
and satisfying to deny our roll.
Denial is mental and always blames in
the light of truth. It searches my heart
for the truth only the heart can know.
My heart is the repository of ultimate
truths. The enemy of truth is denial.
The conflict in life is always a
push and pull between truth and denial.
Can I live a life of denial and still
claim to be me? To deny truth is
to deny...
#LifeStruggles
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Jul 2020 10:59am
12th Jul 2020 10:59am
Predator...
Scourge of sorrow, words that lash,
thorns that cut and rip my soul.
Your smile’s a mask you wear
to hide the face of the executioner.
You hide the sun and fill the sky
with darkness and eternal tempest.
Flowers, once bloomed, hide their
petals and beg to return to seed.
You surround yourself with the air
of sweetness and compassion,
all the while hiding those hungry
claws just waiting to tear and rip.
You lay hidden, waiting for that
passing unsuspecting soul to quench
your thirst for pain and misery,...
thorns that cut and rip my soul.
Your smile’s a mask you wear
to hide the face of the executioner.
You hide the sun and fill the sky
with darkness and eternal tempest.
Flowers, once bloomed, hide their
petals and beg to return to seed.
You surround yourself with the air
of sweetness and compassion,
all the while hiding those hungry
claws just waiting to tear and rip.
You lay hidden, waiting for that
passing unsuspecting soul to quench
your thirst for pain and misery,...
#LifeStruggles
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Jul 2020 4:28pm
11th Jul 2020 4:28pm
Shadow...
And where shall I go my shadow friend?
Where shall I find that quiet place to be
alone without you by my side?
My soul cries out for isolation from all outside
influence and distraction. From you,
my shadow, who knows my slightest tell.
A shadow knows all, sees all and mirrors
your every move. Your shadow is the keeper
of your secrets and tracker of all movement’s.
I want to contemplate love desired and
love lost. I need to imagine without sharing.
I need to want without guilt or worry.
Can I hate my enemy...
Where shall I find that quiet place to be
alone without you by my side?
My soul cries out for isolation from all outside
influence and distraction. From you,
my shadow, who knows my slightest tell.
A shadow knows all, sees all and mirrors
your every move. Your shadow is the keeper
of your secrets and tracker of all movement’s.
I want to contemplate love desired and
love lost. I need to imagine without sharing.
I need to want without guilt or worry.
Can I hate my enemy...
#LifeStruggles
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3 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Jun 2020 12:24pm
26th Jun 2020 12:24pm
Stars..
Sky of mystery, stars of wonder
I close my eyes and wish myself
to be among your open spaces,
filled with thrills beyond my
understanding and imagination.
Let me wander the expanse
of space, going from star to star,
exploring the glitter and brightness
of each and absorbing the quality
that is always bright in such a dark world.
Shine your eternal light on me always
If I can’t travel among you.
I close my eyes and wish myself
to be among your open spaces,
filled with thrills beyond my
understanding and imagination.
Let me wander the expanse
of space, going from star to star,
exploring the glitter and brightness
of each and absorbing the quality
that is always bright in such a dark world.
Shine your eternal light on me always
If I can’t travel among you.
#LifeChangingMoment
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Jun 2020 00:39am
26th Jun 2020 00:39am
Wandering Mind...
I’m alone, but am I really alone?
Who is this voice that speaks to me?
From where comes this voice
that questions my every move?
Who is it that wants justification for
all I say and do? The voice speaks
to me like it knows me, in a language
that is familiar. It seems to know
what I’m thinking before I think it.
I demand to know but only silence.
When pressed, the voice hides.
But then, a faint whisper, like a
train in the distance, coming toward
you, getting louder, “ you can’t hide
from me”.
The great debate...
Who is this voice that speaks to me?
From where comes this voice
that questions my every move?
Who is it that wants justification for
all I say and do? The voice speaks
to me like it knows me, in a language
that is familiar. It seems to know
what I’m thinking before I think it.
I demand to know but only silence.
When pressed, the voice hides.
But then, a faint whisper, like a
train in the distance, coming toward
you, getting louder, “ you can’t hide
from me”.
The great debate...
#LifeStruggles
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2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Jun 2020 6:03pm
23rd Jun 2020 6:03pm
Split Reality...
We see the world and accept its reality.
I question that acceptance. Is there an
alternate reality? Are there dimensions of reality?
Are there spheres of existence not observed by us?
Are those we call insane really part seeing a
reality apart from ours? Why can’t there be another dimension
of existence that overlaps our own, a main highway
of another dimension and frequency running
right through our living room?
We label that insane. Anything that exceeds our
ability to understand is insane. Yet we claim
to understand the concept of...
I question that acceptance. Is there an
alternate reality? Are there dimensions of reality?
Are there spheres of existence not observed by us?
Are those we call insane really part seeing a
reality apart from ours? Why can’t there be another dimension
of existence that overlaps our own, a main highway
of another dimension and frequency running
right through our living room?
We label that insane. Anything that exceeds our
ability to understand is insane. Yet we claim
to understand the concept of...
#LifeStruggles
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1 Comment
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