Submissions by anvinvil (Anvillan)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Observer of life, the mind and dreams... what’s real?
SELF POEM
Published
23rd May 2020 11:39am
23rd May 2020 11:39am
Mind Storm...
I’m lost in you
yet I’m found in you.
I travel the road to nowhere
using a detailed map.
I make assumptions
yet have no hint.
I reach, I grab
yet nothings there.
She talks of love
my ears don’t hear.
She moves in close
yet no ones here.
My mind goes blank
yet fills with fear.
Is all an illusion?
Is someone near?
What can I know?
Where can I go?
I drown in the flow.
My end is now.
Death is my fate.
I realize too late,
that love was the key,
only...
yet I’m found in you.
I travel the road to nowhere
using a detailed map.
I make assumptions
yet have no hint.
I reach, I grab
yet nothings there.
She talks of love
my ears don’t hear.
She moves in close
yet no ones here.
My mind goes blank
yet fills with fear.
Is all an illusion?
Is someone near?
What can I know?
Where can I go?
I drown in the flow.
My end is now.
Death is my fate.
I realize too late,
that love was the key,
only...
#LifeStruggles
301 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd May 2020 00:43am
23rd May 2020 00:43am
Deficits...
Loss of faith
Wealth of pain
Gain of weight
Gone too soon
Dreaming of shadows
Feeling of loss
Panic in the moment
Deep in sorrow
Thriving in love
Ignoring the signals
Faking the interest
Letting all go
Drifting in thought
Oblivious to now
Detached from reality
Dabbling in death
Wealth of pain
Gain of weight
Gone too soon
Dreaming of shadows
Feeling of loss
Panic in the moment
Deep in sorrow
Thriving in love
Ignoring the signals
Faking the interest
Letting all go
Drifting in thought
Oblivious to now
Detached from reality
Dabbling in death
#anxiety
412 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd May 2020 12:32pm
22nd May 2020 12:32pm
Absolution???
All of nature is about confession.
All sins seek absolution
Absolution involves penance.
In nature, there is penance without sin.
Flora, fauna confess their love
of life to the sun. What is their sin?
Yet their penance is severe.
The great oak, reaches to the sun,
arms spread in praise, provides life giving refuge
in its massive roots, holding birds in its arms.
No sin, penance , death and dismemberment.
Nature has a penance for just being.
The deer, the bear, the whale all are
existing and trying to survive in their
own...
All sins seek absolution
Absolution involves penance.
In nature, there is penance without sin.
Flora, fauna confess their love
of life to the sun. What is their sin?
Yet their penance is severe.
The great oak, reaches to the sun,
arms spread in praise, provides life giving refuge
in its massive roots, holding birds in its arms.
No sin, penance , death and dismemberment.
Nature has a penance for just being.
The deer, the bear, the whale all are
existing and trying to survive in their
own...
#LifeCycle
285 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st May 2020 4:14pm
21st May 2020 4:14pm
Suzanne: by Leonard Cohen
Time, too slow, night is falling.
She is coming. Her steps are
soft like rain in the springtime,
her smell is like a lily of the valley
in the morning. Her eyes, like
tranquil pools. But my eyes
see only the motion of her lips.
Her voice is like music, drawing
me in like the doomed ships of yore.
We kiss, that great dam of
emotion bursts, a tsunami of passion
floods my being and I am
swept out of reality into the moment.
But the moment is fleeting, the
passion recedes yet the music
continues, to, once again, draw ...
She is coming. Her steps are
soft like rain in the springtime,
her smell is like a lily of the valley
in the morning. Her eyes, like
tranquil pools. But my eyes
see only the motion of her lips.
Her voice is like music, drawing
me in like the doomed ships of yore.
We kiss, that great dam of
emotion bursts, a tsunami of passion
floods my being and I am
swept out of reality into the moment.
But the moment is fleeting, the
passion recedes yet the music
continues, to, once again, draw ...
#LifeStruggles
366 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st May 2020 3:04pm
21st May 2020 3:04pm
Brigit, Celtic Goddess...
I stand tall amidst a maelstrom of adversity.
It spins on all sides but my eyes see
every spin of every wind. The thunder, the
flashes threaten but I see only the future.
I hear the cries, the pleads that whirl about
me but I only feel now, the moment.
I rise above the storm to that pillar visible
to the entire world and it’s people.
“Hear me my people, I am Brigit,
Queen of this moment”.
The vision can only be seen by the
female heart yearning to be one with destiny.
Each girl, collecting wild...
It spins on all sides but my eyes see
every spin of every wind. The thunder, the
flashes threaten but I see only the future.
I hear the cries, the pleads that whirl about
me but I only feel now, the moment.
I rise above the storm to that pillar visible
to the entire world and it’s people.
“Hear me my people, I am Brigit,
Queen of this moment”.
The vision can only be seen by the
female heart yearning to be one with destiny.
Each girl, collecting wild...
#mythology
360 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th May 2020 10:06am
19th May 2020 10:06am
In the Beginning...
In the beginning was infinity,
without a start or stop.
God is infinity, God just “ is “!
God created finite and gave it love.
The finite created time and
created therefore.
Time due to inability to measure
the infinite and therefore to
explain expectations.
The gift of love, though timeless,
is seen through the prism of time.
The therefore of love is seen
through the prism of expectations.
The origional gift was for eternal harmony.
The finite has subverted and perverted
the gift into a quest for...
without a start or stop.
God is infinity, God just “ is “!
God created finite and gave it love.
The finite created time and
created therefore.
Time due to inability to measure
the infinite and therefore to
explain expectations.
The gift of love, though timeless,
is seen through the prism of time.
The therefore of love is seen
through the prism of expectations.
The origional gift was for eternal harmony.
The finite has subverted and perverted
the gift into a quest for...
#LifeStruggles
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0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
18th May 2020 10:28am
18th May 2020 10:28am
Beyond...
assault of images,
wonder of dreams,
break with reality.
drifting haze
obscure shapes
uncertainty reigns
heart that’s broken
heavy with loss
bleeding from hurt
soul that searches
questions it’s question
infinity is certain
world in chaos
is it catching
am I a victim
death is final
but not the end
faith says no
what’s beyond
imaginations door
afraid to open
wonder of dreams,
break with reality.
drifting haze
obscure shapes
uncertainty reigns
heart that’s broken
heavy with loss
bleeding from hurt
soul that searches
questions it’s question
infinity is certain
world in chaos
is it catching
am I a victim
death is final
but not the end
faith says no
what’s beyond
imaginations door
afraid to open
#LifeStruggles
355 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
17th May 2020 5:20pm
17th May 2020 5:20pm
Meditation Expanded...
Meditation is a journey
Myself the goal.
Quiet time
Mind reset
Deep inside
Seeking center
Reorient the heart
Search for the soul
Climb that ladder
Enlightenment shines
Eyes blinded
Back to earth
Mind refreshed
Vision clear.
Myself the goal.
Quiet time
Mind reset
Deep inside
Seeking center
Reorient the heart
Search for the soul
Climb that ladder
Enlightenment shines
Eyes blinded
Back to earth
Mind refreshed
Vision clear.
#LifeGoals
353 reads
1 Comment
STORY POEM
Published
17th May 2020 3:19pm
17th May 2020 3:19pm
Zen Travel
Zen describes out of body experience
Meditation deep, concentration focused
Weightless sense, mindful will
Acid test, turn and see
Astral world, not in time
Beyond imagination, infinity reigns
Undeveloped spirits, specters haunt
Silver tether brings me back
I shake, I tremble at what I’ve seen
I’m not ready for the world beyond
Meditation deep, concentration focused
Weightless sense, mindful will
Acid test, turn and see
Astral world, not in time
Beyond imagination, infinity reigns
Undeveloped spirits, specters haunt
Silver tether brings me back
I shake, I tremble at what I’ve seen
I’m not ready for the world beyond
#LifeChangingMoment
298 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th May 2020 1:16pm
16th May 2020 1:16pm
Pillows...
Random pillows,
piled on a chair.
Different sizes,
different fillings.
Red, yellow,
plain, some with flowers.
Life’s a pile,
different stories
different looks.
Each is different
but each the same.
Each lies waiting
for that hand to
change their fate.
Like pillows in a pile
waiting, always waiting.
piled on a chair.
Different sizes,
different fillings.
Red, yellow,
plain, some with flowers.
Life’s a pile,
different stories
different looks.
Each is different
but each the same.
Each lies waiting
for that hand to
change their fate.
Like pillows in a pile
waiting, always waiting.
#LifeStruggles
274 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th May 2020 1:50pm
15th May 2020 1:50pm
Worthless Ramble...
Think of life, see the trees.
The struggle quiet but still it’s there.
Tamarac stays green, others are bare,
winters cold , leaves succumbed.
Tops of trees see springs first sun.
Leaves awake and spread their wings.
Tops steal sun from limbs below,
surviving on crumbs that filter down.
The forest floor, void of warmth
produces brambles, thorns and weeds.
The oaks and maples reign supreme.
All others bow before their might.
Different colors, beach, birch, pine,
well, diversity amidst adversity?
Life truly mirrors nature,...
The struggle quiet but still it’s there.
Tamarac stays green, others are bare,
winters cold , leaves succumbed.
Tops of trees see springs first sun.
Leaves awake and spread their wings.
Tops steal sun from limbs below,
surviving on crumbs that filter down.
The forest floor, void of warmth
produces brambles, thorns and weeds.
The oaks and maples reign supreme.
All others bow before their might.
Different colors, beach, birch, pine,
well, diversity amidst adversity?
Life truly mirrors nature,...
#LifeStruggles
328 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th May 2020 11:05am
14th May 2020 11:05am
Not love...
Was it a crime, not to him
She was his dream,
ballet moves , Swan Lake voice
coffee every morning, chatting,
laughing but him needing more.
Movie, dinner, drink then no.
No, why no? I say yes...
It’s quiet, she dresses, leaves
without a word.
Knock on the door, a crime,
not me, yes you for rape.
Jail, no I love her.
The judge bangs his gavel.
She is forced to relive every moment,
the pain and agony obvious in every word.
His defense, I love her.
Cost of that love, 10 years.
She is sentenced to life, a life...
She was his dream,
ballet moves , Swan Lake voice
coffee every morning, chatting,
laughing but him needing more.
Movie, dinner, drink then no.
No, why no? I say yes...
It’s quiet, she dresses, leaves
without a word.
Knock on the door, a crime,
not me, yes you for rape.
Jail, no I love her.
The judge bangs his gavel.
She is forced to relive every moment,
the pain and agony obvious in every word.
His defense, I love her.
Cost of that love, 10 years.
She is sentenced to life, a life...
#TruthOfLife
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