Submissions by asbr808 (Anthony R)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
irrepressible joie de vivre
hark!
distant bells
caroling carillon
carrying carrion
water the deep
on this holy day
a day of rest for
six days of labor
to give birth to
a new mindset
we will name her
hera, goddess of the hearth
borne out of mind and substance
the warmth of thought embers
engineers a path
caroling carillon
carrying carrion
water the deep
on this holy day
a day of rest for
six days of labor
to give birth to
a new mindset
we will name her
hera, goddess of the hearth
borne out of mind and substance
the warmth of thought embers
engineers a path
#SelfReflection
#spiritual
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postal
Brisk walk, windchill
Leaves paint shadows on the sidewalk
A small flock of sparrows flit away
Avoiding my footfalls
A book tucked under my arm
I think of you fondly
It's the distance
Sending signals across the pond
Marred by fatal crossings
Leaves paint shadows on the sidewalk
A small flock of sparrows flit away
Avoiding my footfalls
A book tucked under my arm
I think of you fondly
It's the distance
Sending signals across the pond
Marred by fatal crossings
#city
#dating
#fall
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Saint Lucia
If the night is a thief
What does it steal?
Lost sleep, tossed and turned,
To things that go bump in the fright
Some of us are nocturnal
And see more clearly in the dark
Not I.
I go to bed when evening comes
I cannot stand to think
Of the wingless angels just out of sight
I do not wish to know them
But they Know Me
They watch over as I slumber
Prodding and poking with long fingers
An uneasy massage
The cycle is not to be broken--
Once undone it unravels ...
What does it steal?
Lost sleep, tossed and turned,
To things that go bump in the fright
Some of us are nocturnal
And see more clearly in the dark
Not I.
I go to bed when evening comes
I cannot stand to think
Of the wingless angels just out of sight
I do not wish to know them
But they Know Me
They watch over as I slumber
Prodding and poking with long fingers
An uneasy massage
The cycle is not to be broken--
Once undone it unravels ...
#angels
#dark
#magic #prayer
#magic #prayer
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entropy
If I try to be anything at all
Palate cleansed and ready to fall
Par the course-produced pliancy
Hard-stopped inattentive truancy
Undelivered love letters left unread
And a technical error to disconnect
Two or three odd ventriloquists
Speaking to me through a single kiss
Palate cleansed and ready to fall
Par the course-produced pliancy
Hard-stopped inattentive truancy
Undelivered love letters left unread
And a technical error to disconnect
Two or three odd ventriloquists
Speaking to me through a single kiss
#anxiety
#love
#risk
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system 1
Do they have church in outer space?
No air no water, but perhaps God’s grace?
Under atomic pressure can you be one with Him?
Are comets and stars actually Seraphim?
What lies at the center of the heart?
At the end of the road does it restart?
What’s the point in even asking,
If He's not interested in multitasking?
No air no water, but perhaps God’s grace?
Under atomic pressure can you be one with Him?
Are comets and stars actually Seraphim?
What lies at the center of the heart?
At the end of the road does it restart?
What’s the point in even asking,
If He's not interested in multitasking?
#philosophical
#religion
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vista
tar-niched computation,
a sigil lost in breeze
perpendicular to axes
and futile clarity;
the intra-net is full of daemons
we chant we chant we chase
an inorganic time-kept secret:
a shadow with no face
under green glow within the watch of tiny tiny eyes
the cables snake and process: tenderized
a mother-bored 2deaf shall initialize
a startup scream still bright and new
internal disks store what to do
instruction set x86
intact bliss-fool ignorance
a sigil lost in breeze
perpendicular to axes
and futile clarity;
the intra-net is full of daemons
we chant we chant we chase
an inorganic time-kept secret:
a shadow with no face
under green glow within the watch of tiny tiny eyes
the cables snake and process: tenderized
a mother-bored 2deaf shall initialize
a startup scream still bright and new
internal disks store what to do
instruction set x86
intact bliss-fool ignorance
#risk
#technology
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currency
Weather vane,
Hurricane sugar
Gun and tonic
We can't accept card, cash only
You look at me strangely
Like I'm asking for something
Not physically possible
Can't counteroffer
Free store credit
Fraudulent check-ing someone out
Does that make me register your affection?
Alternate tenderness required, if you have it
I forfeit the remaining value of this time spent
Punching in 13 minutes late
Hurricane sugar
Gun and tonic
We can't accept card, cash only
You look at me strangely
Like I'm asking for something
Not physically possible
Can't counteroffer
Free store credit
Fraudulent check-ing someone out
Does that make me register your affection?
Alternate tenderness required, if you have it
I forfeit the remaining value of this time spent
Punching in 13 minutes late
#FeelingLost
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Asking Questions
Mist, mossing over accuracy
Why don't you see me?
I see a lot of things
But they are blue and blurred,
Un-disturbed
Like a fragile islet,
An ecosystem of minds and thoughts
What comprises an idea?
Synapses firing
In comprehensible manner
Does the coastline consider itself part of the land or part of the sea?
Sometimes I forget about the water
Though my composition of 70% tends to disagree
And I ask when I can see you again
And you don't answer
Why don't you see me?
I see a lot of things
But they are blue and blurred,
Un-disturbed
Like a fragile islet,
An ecosystem of minds and thoughts
What comprises an idea?
Synapses firing
In comprehensible manner
Does the coastline consider itself part of the land or part of the sea?
Sometimes I forget about the water
Though my composition of 70% tends to disagree
And I ask when I can see you again
And you don't answer
#SelfDiscovery
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Devon Avenue
Glancing,
The wind blows suddenly
A strawberry plant sits on the windowsill
I think of you
The voices of people on the street
Reflections in storefront glass
Window shopping on a budget
I can’t afford to look away
The lake is still and beautiful
You don’t hear me at first when I call your name
A journey of 300 miles begins with goodbye
At a booth alone in the lowlight
Missing the last train home
The wind blows suddenly
A strawberry plant sits on the windowsill
I think of you
The voices of people on the street
Reflections in storefront glass
Window shopping on a budget
I can’t afford to look away
The lake is still and beautiful
You don’t hear me at first when I call your name
A journey of 300 miles begins with goodbye
At a booth alone in the lowlight
Missing the last train home
#relationships
#SelfReflection
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t(raveling)
Feeling: a participatory venture
I grace my presence with absence
Why don't you stop and wink
At the idea of curtailing your
Paid lessons
First impressions
Are so unimportant
There's no such thing as a free lunch
Only 30 minutes
To say goodbye
I grace my presence with absence
Why don't you stop and wink
At the idea of curtailing your
Paid lessons
First impressions
Are so unimportant
There's no such thing as a free lunch
Only 30 minutes
To say goodbye
#travel
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bzzzy as a bee
Where is the beatification?
Of a bee
Working away
Pollen, check. Petals, check. Honey, made.
Bzzzzzz
You only sting once,
YOSO
Then you die
Bzzzzz
Sweet nectar made sweeter by sweat
swat
Bzzzz
And droning on
The bee is so content
With the world
Of a bee
Working away
Pollen, check. Petals, check. Honey, made.
Bzzzzzz
You only sting once,
YOSO
Then you die
Bzzzzz
Sweet nectar made sweeter by sweat
swat
Bzzzz
And droning on
The bee is so content
With the world
#nature
#bees
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a dog's life
The wind howling
Like a wolf—isn’t that silly?
Like a puppy, the tornado whirls through the room
Leaving debris and destruction in its wake
The storm moves from town to town
They can feel it
Can you feel it?
It’s clawing gnawing throwing a tempest tantrum
And grins upside down
Is it happy?
Are you happy?
Why? Did you ask me that
If you loved me you would
Be transparent
But you cannot see air
But you can feel it and breathe it
And it tears at your skin
Beating on your pores
Millions of times ...
Like a wolf—isn’t that silly?
Like a puppy, the tornado whirls through the room
Leaving debris and destruction in its wake
The storm moves from town to town
They can feel it
Can you feel it?
It’s clawing gnawing throwing a tempest tantrum
And grins upside down
Is it happy?
Are you happy?
Why? Did you ask me that
If you loved me you would
Be transparent
But you cannot see air
But you can feel it and breathe it
And it tears at your skin
Beating on your pores
Millions of times ...
#TruthOfLife
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