Submissions by asbr808 (Anthony R)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
irrepressible joie de vivre
LOVE POEM
Published
7th Oct 2020 10:20pm
7th Oct 2020 10:20pm
Elliptical
You're too tentative
You feel so soft
You advertise this scruffy smoothness to others
You wither at the slightest aggravation
I feel your heart
It's......
Where did you go?
I never got to know you,
Would you like to go out on a day on the town with me?
You feel so soft
You advertise this scruffy smoothness to others
You wither at the slightest aggravation
I feel your heart
It's......
Where did you go?
I never got to know you,
Would you like to go out on a day on the town with me?
#crush
327 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Sep 2020 6:02am
10th Sep 2020 6:02am
Healthy Breakfast
We are whimsy to the colorless,
Playthings to the skyline
My, how quickly
You put yourself in tiny geometric shapes
Milling away at this stone
That you are making into a Raphael
Bought from Hobby Lobby.
The grit is shaped into ceramics and sold as fine china
Milk never had this much sugar in it
Cacophony of cicadas eat at my bloodflow
I think about the tungsten lights
The drums beat and the girls sing
About how much they love you
They love you
They really do,
The night sky brightens to a fever pitch
And I am...
Playthings to the skyline
My, how quickly
You put yourself in tiny geometric shapes
Milling away at this stone
That you are making into a Raphael
Bought from Hobby Lobby.
The grit is shaped into ceramics and sold as fine china
Milk never had this much sugar in it
Cacophony of cicadas eat at my bloodflow
I think about the tungsten lights
The drums beat and the girls sing
About how much they love you
They love you
They really do,
The night sky brightens to a fever pitch
And I am...
#anger
#greed
307 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Sep 2020 4:27am
6th Sep 2020 4:27am
Rayleigh Scattering
The sky is cloudless
and blue, blue,
The air is cooler than it was yesterday
It speaks very softly
Over the edges of my frame.
The cool stillness is intensified in the shadows
I feel the sun's rays so weakly
The tree branches take on the color of the sky
And feel crisper
The grass is a little wet
And you'd get your sneakers all damp if you walked across the lawn
The street is very very stony gray
The cars are cold
There's a smoke pillar rising in the distance,
I want a sweater,
It's too warm for that though.
But...
and blue, blue,
The air is cooler than it was yesterday
It speaks very softly
Over the edges of my frame.
The cool stillness is intensified in the shadows
I feel the sun's rays so weakly
The tree branches take on the color of the sky
And feel crisper
The grass is a little wet
And you'd get your sneakers all damp if you walked across the lawn
The street is very very stony gray
The cars are cold
There's a smoke pillar rising in the distance,
I want a sweater,
It's too warm for that though.
But...
#sky
#fall
#evolution
351 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2020 5:14am
3rd Sep 2020 5:14am
Nickel and Dimed
Fickle fish in tiny bowls
Rarely see beyond their eyes
Tiny birds in little nests
Rarely feast past the fruit flies
A hundred cats are wandering
Waiting for their tuna steak
Online inline Calgary!
Maybe time; money make.
Sizzler sizzler
Join the jingler!
Lest the fool be made a mingler
Call me crazy call me life
The sunrise is always right
Mittens keep your hands so soft
But buttons keep your sight to off
The leaves in the trees and the birds and the bees
Make it easy to pay school fees
Bite the oven ...
Rarely see beyond their eyes
Tiny birds in little nests
Rarely feast past the fruit flies
A hundred cats are wandering
Waiting for their tuna steak
Online inline Calgary!
Maybe time; money make.
Sizzler sizzler
Join the jingler!
Lest the fool be made a mingler
Call me crazy call me life
The sunrise is always right
Mittens keep your hands so soft
But buttons keep your sight to off
The leaves in the trees and the birds and the bees
Make it easy to pay school fees
Bite the oven ...
#confusion
#redemption
#bittersweet
410 reads
3 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
29th Aug 2020 3:47am
29th Aug 2020 3:47am
Zero Isle
I was in the woods today
Not really the woods
But a big park
Where you can lose yourself in the ash trees and the vines
The light flickering in the daytime heat
Lost in the thicket;
And have a row of houses within view.
The orange bell-flowers all clustered together
a little too bright for me to see them well
My eyes take in all the white parts of the leaves
The parts that suck in the sun in the light
And I come across a dead tree next to the trail
And inside its hull is so very dark ...
Not really the woods
But a big park
Where you can lose yourself in the ash trees and the vines
The light flickering in the daytime heat
Lost in the thicket;
And have a row of houses within view.
The orange bell-flowers all clustered together
a little too bright for me to see them well
My eyes take in all the white parts of the leaves
The parts that suck in the sun in the light
And I come across a dead tree next to the trail
And inside its hull is so very dark ...
#forest
#trees
#fairies
419 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2020 5:02am
23rd Aug 2020 5:02am
Ophthalmology
It's the longest wait of my life
Viewing myself in third person;
A long art house film
Seen from the interior.
My eyes are pointed inwards and
My ears are hard of hearing
The sounds of the water's surface
At the top of my vision are so distant
And I am in a terrarium
A little mushroom, feeding off the carcass of the gecko that died in here
My mind is a spore set
Swirling through the room
I am multiplied by a factor of sixteen.
The CCTV tapes are being erased
Ready for use during the next business day.
I view the...
Viewing myself in third person;
A long art house film
Seen from the interior.
My eyes are pointed inwards and
My ears are hard of hearing
The sounds of the water's surface
At the top of my vision are so distant
And I am in a terrarium
A little mushroom, feeding off the carcass of the gecko that died in here
My mind is a spore set
Swirling through the room
I am multiplied by a factor of sixteen.
The CCTV tapes are being erased
Ready for use during the next business day.
I view the...
#consumerism
#bittersweet
377 reads
8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2020 6:47am
23rd Jul 2020 6:47am
Highway 264
There's a highway----------------------------------runs like this across the city,
The houses north and south of the highway
Are all cookie cutter suburban, nice little neat rectangles of land
Wood siding, pointed faces, glassy trees in the yards.
But it is not the same above and below the expressway.
There's a walkway;
The ramp coils up on either side of the highway
And takes us up above the milled walls,
That funnel and contain the cars
Kept in on either side, from spilling out
nondescript masses of metal and plastic ...
The houses north and south of the highway
Are all cookie cutter suburban, nice little neat rectangles of land
Wood siding, pointed faces, glassy trees in the yards.
But it is not the same above and below the expressway.
There's a walkway;
The ramp coils up on either side of the highway
And takes us up above the milled walls,
That funnel and contain the cars
Kept in on either side, from spilling out
nondescript masses of metal and plastic ...
#city
#cars
341 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Jul 2020 5:16am
12th Jul 2020 5:16am
The Now is a Present
The present is the present,
It is a gift,
It is the now.
But---the now was the start of the universe
Now was when Adam trusted Eve
Now was the time I had a particularly good batch of popcorn at the theatre
Now is right now
Now is whenever
Now is the very last conceivable moment of my life
Now is when I was born.
I feel so connected to the now,
There is no “now”
I am genuinely scared when:
I imagine myself transporting to the last second of my life,
In my head: “Do it. Take me to the last now.”
And I...
It is a gift,
It is the now.
But---the now was the start of the universe
Now was when Adam trusted Eve
Now was the time I had a particularly good batch of popcorn at the theatre
Now is right now
Now is whenever
Now is the very last conceivable moment of my life
Now is when I was born.
I feel so connected to the now,
There is no “now”
I am genuinely scared when:
I imagine myself transporting to the last second of my life,
In my head: “Do it. Take me to the last now.”
And I...
#LifeCycle
#aging
381 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
5th Jul 2020 5:01am
5th Jul 2020 5:01am
The Concept of the Sunset
How do we define the self?
Think of it as a sunset.
The sunset has a definition. Most words do.
‘sunset’ has three definitions. We’ll be discussing the third one.
“The time in the evening at which the sun begins to fall below the horizon.”
There is a past, present and future within this sentence.
What do you think of when you think of the sunset?
That! is the concept of the self.
There are millions of sunsets
Every day
For millions of years.
There is a sunset at noon at one locale and it is three in the morning another...
Think of it as a sunset.
The sunset has a definition. Most words do.
‘sunset’ has three definitions. We’ll be discussing the third one.
“The time in the evening at which the sun begins to fall below the horizon.”
There is a past, present and future within this sentence.
What do you think of when you think of the sunset?
That! is the concept of the self.
There are millions of sunsets
Every day
For millions of years.
There is a sunset at noon at one locale and it is three in the morning another...
#identity
#sun
458 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Jun 2020 6:15pm
30th Jun 2020 6:15pm
The Summer Solstice
Weeks pass
My head is three feet higher than it should be
The air is so present:
I can feel myself hanging with the string lights.
Why am I so observant?
And yet---
My little brother’s tricks still work on me so well
I try to feel as much as I can
But I feel a lot of half-time,
Half-space
I don’t recognize pieces of time less than twenty minutes in size
In a moment the summer is over.
Every year I await the summer solstice----the 21st of June
I say, “I will surely catch it this year”
Every year, without fail, it is a week...
My head is three feet higher than it should be
The air is so present:
I can feel myself hanging with the string lights.
Why am I so observant?
And yet---
My little brother’s tricks still work on me so well
I try to feel as much as I can
But I feel a lot of half-time,
Half-space
I don’t recognize pieces of time less than twenty minutes in size
In a moment the summer is over.
Every year I await the summer solstice----the 21st of June
I say, “I will surely catch it this year”
Every year, without fail, it is a week...
#summer
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1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Jun 2020 00:40am
29th Jun 2020 00:40am
Water Vapor
There's a silence
When I view the clouds
That doesn't happen anytime else.
The rolling anvil-heads
And sky wisps
The cirrus
And the cumulonimbus
Bathing in the sun's light.
The sun burns at 9940°
And yet the rays
Are this pale white yellow
Soft and still
And I lose myself
Looking at the great mounds of white and grey
Millions of pounds of water
Illuminated and bright
Because it is all impermanent;
So much presence, floating,
That won't be there if the wind
Blew quickly for an hour.
When I view the clouds
That doesn't happen anytime else.
The rolling anvil-heads
And sky wisps
The cirrus
And the cumulonimbus
Bathing in the sun's light.
The sun burns at 9940°
And yet the rays
Are this pale white yellow
Soft and still
And I lose myself
Looking at the great mounds of white and grey
Millions of pounds of water
Illuminated and bright
Because it is all impermanent;
So much presence, floating,
That won't be there if the wind
Blew quickly for an hour.
#sky
#clouds
#summer
391 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Jun 2020 3:16pm
24th Jun 2020 3:16pm
I love the night
In the haze, deep in the urban forest,
A bug flies in the dark
And comes across
A matchstick, a set of drums, and a plastic menu
In the dumpster.
He lands on the menu
And sees foods in lettering
Smells of the waste in the dumpster
A universal comfort--
Trash all smells the same
And our fly is happy,
Licking up the soda stickings on the walls
And the bits of refuse.
The night hums, silently,
You can hear the dark
As a fawn nestles in her spot in the meadow
And the birds are sleeping
And the hawk is still...
A bug flies in the dark
And comes across
A matchstick, a set of drums, and a plastic menu
In the dumpster.
He lands on the menu
And sees foods in lettering
Smells of the waste in the dumpster
A universal comfort--
Trash all smells the same
And our fly is happy,
Licking up the soda stickings on the walls
And the bits of refuse.
The night hums, silently,
You can hear the dark
As a fawn nestles in her spot in the meadow
And the birds are sleeping
And the hawk is still...
#forest
#night
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4 Comments
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