Submissions by asbr808 (Anthony R)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
irrepressible joie de vivre
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
4th Apr 2023 10:06pm
4th Apr 2023 10:06pm
instructions
A tiny trickle of tricking trite
Writing a riddle of right and rite
Divining, diving, saliva for truth
Fiddling, feeding, finding, ruth
Bickering, bearing, baring, bare
Hiccupping, lingering, flickering flare
Hopping, hoping, down, the way
To light, the lime, sunk-in astray
Writing a riddle of right and rite
Divining, diving, saliva for truth
Fiddling, feeding, finding, ruth
Bickering, bearing, baring, bare
Hiccupping, lingering, flickering flare
Hopping, hoping, down, the way
To light, the lime, sunk-in astray
#spiritual
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1 Comment
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2023 6:22am
3rd Apr 2023 6:22am
righteousness
Can I ever do right?
Silly question. Of course I can. Or I can do wrong. Or both.
We’re taught that sin is wrong. That it’s the devil’s temptation
Sin in Spanish means without
May the Lord be with you
Without you
With Out?
:(
With In!
:)
Within me,
The Lord is With In Me
May the light of the Lord
Be with you always
God is good
All the time
Praise be
Hail Jesus
Holy Mary Mother of God
Pray for us
Sinners
With Out
Love
Love me
God loves me
Silly question. Of course I can. Or I can do wrong. Or both.
We’re taught that sin is wrong. That it’s the devil’s temptation
Sin in Spanish means without
May the Lord be with you
Without you
With Out?
:(
With In!
:)
Within me,
The Lord is With In Me
May the light of the Lord
Be with you always
God is good
All the time
Praise be
Hail Jesus
Holy Mary Mother of God
Pray for us
Sinners
With Out
Love
Love me
God loves me
#religion
#God
#Christian
132 reads
1 Comment
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
30th Mar 2023 8:25pm
30th Mar 2023 8:25pm
bumblebee
It’s quiet.
I mean, so quiet. So quiet you hear yourself think and you get lost in conversation with yourself. So quiet the second you hear anything you jump. But you don’t hear anything. The sun beats down silently, the lake is cool and flat as a mirror. I turn to my other side, laid up on a thick picnic blanket, red and white, on the low hill next to the house. A little house, brick, built before the town came. Before the road was there, before all the activity and movement. And away from the road you feel alone. Not in a bad way. Just alone. Alone and you know it’s only you in...
I mean, so quiet. So quiet you hear yourself think and you get lost in conversation with yourself. So quiet the second you hear anything you jump. But you don’t hear anything. The sun beats down silently, the lake is cool and flat as a mirror. I turn to my other side, laid up on a thick picnic blanket, red and white, on the low hill next to the house. A little house, brick, built before the town came. Before the road was there, before all the activity and movement. And away from the road you feel alone. Not in a bad way. Just alone. Alone and you know it’s only you in...
#loneliness
#sun
#bees
231 reads
3 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
29th Mar 2023 4:59am
29th Mar 2023 4:59am
room 311C
Dust settles in a sunlit room that hasn’t been touched in
A very long while
But for the faint breeze that tendrils in through the crack in the window
And there is a tiny leak in the ceiling
That falls into an abandoned potted pencil plant
That keeps it alive, accidentally,
And there is an old computer white and black letters unplugged
On the desk with a few textbooks
And other things like gold plated event pins and memos from dead colleagues
And the lights are off
But the key to the room has been lost
Only you had it
But nobody...
A very long while
But for the faint breeze that tendrils in through the crack in the window
And there is a tiny leak in the ceiling
That falls into an abandoned potted pencil plant
That keeps it alive, accidentally,
And there is an old computer white and black letters unplugged
On the desk with a few textbooks
And other things like gold plated event pins and memos from dead colleagues
And the lights are off
But the key to the room has been lost
Only you had it
But nobody...
#death
193 reads
1 Comment
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
17th Jan 2023 8:28pm
17th Jan 2023 8:28pm
lady bug
A sound of a drop of water
Falling headlong the stone wall
Splash
Debris and whatnot
Scattered about
A tiny boat made of leaves and dew
A tiny ladybug onboard
On her way to the waterfall
Whereby you become one with the breeze
The faint sentience that breathes beyond the surface
The waterfall
Groans moreso than roars
And she approaches
The waterway tunnel is dark
Slivers of light fall in
As if snatched away
Lady Bug clutches her imaginary pearls
As her tiny tugboat of tiny proportions
Crests the final...
Falling headlong the stone wall
Splash
Debris and whatnot
Scattered about
A tiny boat made of leaves and dew
A tiny ladybug onboard
On her way to the waterfall
Whereby you become one with the breeze
The faint sentience that breathes beyond the surface
The waterfall
Groans moreso than roars
And she approaches
The waterway tunnel is dark
Slivers of light fall in
As if snatched away
Lady Bug clutches her imaginary pearls
As her tiny tugboat of tiny proportions
Crests the final...
#water
#rebirth
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1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Jan 2023 7:51pm
10th Jan 2023 7:51pm
shift
A distant hum
Night, the road is long
It is warm and
Hums
Notes
What is a song?
What happens to a song when nobody sings it?
It falls like a leaf to the ground like the sunset
And leaves us for the evening
And the road murmurs
As those with destinations travel and travel
Destinations change
Like song notes
What happens to a destination when nobody comes?
It stumbles, then cracks into powder
And archaeologists a hundred thousand million seconds after
Visit again
Night, the road is long
It is warm and
Hums
Notes
What is a song?
What happens to a song when nobody sings it?
It falls like a leaf to the ground like the sunset
And leaves us for the evening
And the road murmurs
As those with destinations travel and travel
Destinations change
Like song notes
What happens to a destination when nobody comes?
It stumbles, then cracks into powder
And archaeologists a hundred thousand million seconds after
Visit again
#night
#travel
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2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Dec 2022 4:20pm
1st Dec 2022 4:20pm
smidgeon
A book’s pages spin and flutter
Like the lifting-off of a flock
A dazzle of gray and black and white
Wings scraping the air
The sky bleeds cool and clear
And wet the ink
And the rain runs into the drains
Rushing
And a loner,
A pigeon with blue sides
It looks at the bench
Where someone used to sit
And scatter their feed
It doesn’t understand why it looks at the bench
For it was his grandfather who was fed here
To him it was an age before him
But the man is not there anymore
But the pigeon still looks at the...
Like the lifting-off of a flock
A dazzle of gray and black and white
Wings scraping the air
The sky bleeds cool and clear
And wet the ink
And the rain runs into the drains
Rushing
And a loner,
A pigeon with blue sides
It looks at the bench
Where someone used to sit
And scatter their feed
It doesn’t understand why it looks at the bench
For it was his grandfather who was fed here
To him it was an age before him
But the man is not there anymore
But the pigeon still looks at the...
#birds
#aging
148 reads
1 Comment
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
26th Oct 2022 9:49pm
26th Oct 2022 9:49pm
the interior
I would walk past the string shop often
It was situated along a strip of businesses on a busy street
And I often would stop into the other shops
The bookstore that sold overpriced out-of-print vintages,
An unassuming café, a small bank, a laundromat
It was not until one afternoon
I found a circle of string
Red yarn, dusted with the grime from the floor
On the ground
And I looked up after having picked it up
At the tiny storefront
‘Stringer’s Strings’
I decided, with lots of time and no obligations,
To go in.
The door...
It was situated along a strip of businesses on a busy street
And I often would stop into the other shops
The bookstore that sold overpriced out-of-print vintages,
An unassuming café, a small bank, a laundromat
It was not until one afternoon
I found a circle of string
Red yarn, dusted with the grime from the floor
On the ground
And I looked up after having picked it up
At the tiny storefront
‘Stringer’s Strings’
I decided, with lots of time and no obligations,
To go in.
The door...
#dreams
#mystery
247 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Oct 2022 10:08pm
25th Oct 2022 10:08pm
Charming
The warble of the warble warbles
Down the warped wooden ward
And I bend an ear to hear
The broken phonic word
The message, the messiah,
In vitro and in wit
Like light sleight through glass block
It barely seems to fit
I fancy a memory of a time not long ago
When raindrops coalesce into frozen spheres of snow
A minor errand errs into error
Feeble feeling veers into terror
I suddenly realize that you understand
You’re not real--
Just some prince--
In a far-away land.
Down the warped wooden ward
And I bend an ear to hear
The broken phonic word
The message, the messiah,
In vitro and in wit
Like light sleight through glass block
It barely seems to fit
I fancy a memory of a time not long ago
When raindrops coalesce into frozen spheres of snow
A minor errand errs into error
Feeble feeling veers into terror
I suddenly realize that you understand
You’re not real--
Just some prince--
In a far-away land.
#dreams
#learning
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1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Oct 2022 3:51am
16th Oct 2022 3:51am
Our Lady Of Lourdes
The aristocracy of thought and open pen
Fall farther into mercy lent
The paté handbook of passé
A revolving door in and out
Entrance becomes an exit and
I feel the draft creep into the hall
I look into the dusted eye
And to my delight and odd surprise
The yellow sunshine shines hollow
Ringing bell in the grotto
Summons me to discontent
Oh where oh where, dear,
Have you went?
Fall farther into mercy lent
The paté handbook of passé
A revolving door in and out
Entrance becomes an exit and
I feel the draft creep into the hall
I look into the dusted eye
And to my delight and odd surprise
The yellow sunshine shines hollow
Ringing bell in the grotto
Summons me to discontent
Oh where oh where, dear,
Have you went?
#religion
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1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Oct 2022 9:58pm
13th Oct 2022 9:58pm
[AU]tumn
The leaves spin over the roadway
As I am blown home on hurried winds
The stores and walls stained yellow and orange
The houselights seem to struggle slightly
The cool shadows heavier than usual
My body warms itself over
In the way that it does when it's colder
The breeze pulls the heat away
And I flicker like a candle flame
The tree limbs look grayed, fingers,
As they contract to brace themselves for the cold
I go inside.
As I am blown home on hurried winds
The stores and walls stained yellow and orange
The houselights seem to struggle slightly
The cool shadows heavier than usual
My body warms itself over
In the way that it does when it's colder
The breeze pulls the heat away
And I flicker like a candle flame
The tree limbs look grayed, fingers,
As they contract to brace themselves for the cold
I go inside.
#fall
136 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Oct 2022 4:19pm
3rd Oct 2022 4:19pm
[fire]fly
in the dark room
a green flash up on the side of the wall
distracts my drowsed eyes
I wait and
it flashes again,
and I wonder if it is a device or sensor
but I watch
and it moves slightly and
flashes again.
the cabin feels small in the dark forest
the light rain drips down
drenching lightly and cool
the central heater comes on
I listen for Mr. Night, right outside my
window
in the dark room
a green flash up on the side of the wall
distracts my drowsed eyes
I wait and
it...
a green flash up on the side of the wall
distracts my drowsed eyes
I wait and
it flashes again,
and I wonder if it is a device or sensor
but I watch
and it moves slightly and
flashes again.
the cabin feels small in the dark forest
the light rain drips down
drenching lightly and cool
the central heater comes on
I listen for Mr. Night, right outside my
window
in the dark room
a green flash up on the side of the wall
distracts my drowsed eyes
I wait and
it...
#night
#fire
#ghosts
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1 Comment
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