Submissions by backdeckbenny
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I have always loved words and would never use them as weapons.I have no great skill but that is of no consequence as long as readers find meaning or solace or guidance in my musings.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Feb 2025 10:16pm
28th Feb 2025 10:16pm
Trump Vance Zelensky
Please stop me if you've heard this one before.
Two bullies and a war hero go into a bar......
Two bullies and a war hero go into a bar......
#politics
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Feb 2025 10:00pm
28th Feb 2025 10:00pm
Life force
What makes them cling to life?
The old men stooped over their Zimmer frames.
The withered mothers, grandmothers, struggling with their change at the checkout.
Why don't they just give up?
What force compels them onwards through decrepitude?
Could it be the morning birdsong?
The scent of blooming jasmine?
The giggles of a toddler?
The smile of a new mother?
What force compels them onwards through decrepitude?
Perhaps the memory of their youth?
The thought of their first love? ...
The old men stooped over their Zimmer frames.
The withered mothers, grandmothers, struggling with their change at the checkout.
Why don't they just give up?
What force compels them onwards through decrepitude?
Could it be the morning birdsong?
The scent of blooming jasmine?
The giggles of a toddler?
The smile of a new mother?
What force compels them onwards through decrepitude?
Perhaps the memory of their youth?
The thought of their first love? ...
#aging
#LifeCycle
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Feb 2025 3:44am
26th Feb 2025 3:44am
FBI
FBI.... federal bureau of ill will.
Patel and Bongino,Trump's Praetorian Guard.
Poor bloody Yanks life's about to get hard.
I ask,where have the decent folk gone?
They're hiding away from this new hateful dawn.
Phones will be tapped,dossiers complied
As the nasty and hateful remain undefiled
Don't despair you weak and you woke
Trump will subdue you with Prozac or Coke
I wonder if God will attend the great burn
As He is the one that let fascists return.
Goodbye America.....your empire is crumbling and the vermin are now in charge.
Patel and Bongino,Trump's Praetorian Guard.
Poor bloody Yanks life's about to get hard.
I ask,where have the decent folk gone?
They're hiding away from this new hateful dawn.
Phones will be tapped,dossiers complied
As the nasty and hateful remain undefiled
Don't despair you weak and you woke
Trump will subdue you with Prozac or Coke
I wonder if God will attend the great burn
As He is the one that let fascists return.
Goodbye America.....your empire is crumbling and the vermin are now in charge.
#hate
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1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Feb 2025 1:51am
25th Feb 2025 1:51am
Losing my marbles
While sitting on the front step
It jumped out of my head
Another precious marble
Rolled down the garden bed
I bent down to retrieve it
And found some others there
I knew I'd lost my marbles
But I didn't really care
My marbles have been with me
Since I was a little lad
I played a zillion games with them
Played many with my dad
So thank you all my marbles
And the few that still remain
I will cherish all our moments
Till the end of my campaign
Had I never lost my marbles
I'd have never lived at...
It jumped out of my head
Another precious marble
Rolled down the garden bed
I bent down to retrieve it
And found some others there
I knew I'd lost my marbles
But I didn't really care
My marbles have been with me
Since I was a little lad
I played a zillion games with them
Played many with my dad
So thank you all my marbles
And the few that still remain
I will cherish all our moments
Till the end of my campaign
Had I never lost my marbles
I'd have never lived at...
#MentalHealth
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2025 9:38pm
23rd Feb 2025 9:38pm
The other half.
Everywhere I go, he goes with me,
waiting for the right conditions to arise so he can reveal himself.
Like some super sleuth or stalker,
he will catch me by surprise,
when the sun is in the skies.
He's such a nice fellow my shadow.l'd surely be dead without him.
There is no sun in a coffin.
waiting for the right conditions to arise so he can reveal himself.
Like some super sleuth or stalker,
he will catch me by surprise,
when the sun is in the skies.
He's such a nice fellow my shadow.l'd surely be dead without him.
There is no sun in a coffin.
#shadows
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LOVE POEM
Published
21st Feb 2025 3:05am
21st Feb 2025 3:05am
Cruel to be kind is BS
Couple I passed on my morning walk.
She says from her spot about five steps behind him " you don't want to help yourself do you, you like playing the victim".He trudged on, head down and crestfallen.Im sure he was crying inside
I found the content and tone of her words rather cruel,others may not.
All I know about love (and that's very little) is that you don't cause any deliberate harm to your other half.
Words used to harm are the cruellest of all weapons.
She says from her spot about five steps behind him " you don't want to help yourself do you, you like playing the victim".He trudged on, head down and crestfallen.Im sure he was crying inside
I found the content and tone of her words rather cruel,others may not.
All I know about love (and that's very little) is that you don't cause any deliberate harm to your other half.
Words used to harm are the cruellest of all weapons.
#marriage
70 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Feb 2025 00:16am
21st Feb 2025 00:16am
Comfort Zone
It's called a Comfort Zone because it's comfortable.
My Comfort Zone is mine, not yours.So stop telling me to leave it so I can grow or become something or someone else.Someone like you.
Not going to happen.
I don't want to be jetting around the globe wearing my 'look at me' smile or my ' I've been everywhere' undies.
I don't want to dine out at fancy restaurants or own three houses and no homes.
Just leave me alone in my nice Comfort Zone.
Oh and by the way.I leave my Comfort Zone multiple times a day by stretching my mind and looking at...
My Comfort Zone is mine, not yours.So stop telling me to leave it so I can grow or become something or someone else.Someone like you.
Not going to happen.
I don't want to be jetting around the globe wearing my 'look at me' smile or my ' I've been everywhere' undies.
I don't want to dine out at fancy restaurants or own three houses and no homes.
Just leave me alone in my nice Comfort Zone.
Oh and by the way.I leave my Comfort Zone multiple times a day by stretching my mind and looking at...
#consumerism
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2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Feb 2025 7:05am
20th Feb 2025 7:05am
Beauty
Beauty is weakened by words and strengthened by their absence.
What I mean is you really can't describe beauty, you feel it, whether it's a work of art or a lovely vista, you feel it.
What I mean is you really can't describe beauty, you feel it, whether it's a work of art or a lovely vista, you feel it.
#beauty
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Feb 2025 1:09am
19th Feb 2025 1:09am
Why?
Doesn't matter what language you speak.
It's the same question that's being asked.
WHY?
1. Spanish – ¿Por qué?
2. French – Pourquoi?
3. German – Warum?
4. Italian – Perché?
5. Portuguese – Por quê?
6. Dutch – Waarom?
7. Russian – Почему? (Pochemu?)
8. Chinese (Mandarin) – 为什么? (Wèishéme?)
9. Japanese – なぜ? (Naze?)
10. Korean – 왜? (Wae?)
11. Arabic –...
It's the same question that's being asked.
WHY?
1. Spanish – ¿Por qué?
2. French – Pourquoi?
3. German – Warum?
4. Italian – Perché?
5. Portuguese – Por quê?
6. Dutch – Waarom?
7. Russian – Почему? (Pochemu?)
8. Chinese (Mandarin) – 为什么? (Wèishéme?)
9. Japanese – なぜ? (Naze?)
10. Korean – 왜? (Wae?)
11. Arabic –...
#mystery
67 reads
10 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
18th Feb 2025 7:00pm
18th Feb 2025 7:00pm
Lost and Found
I opened my eyes but it was still dark.
I opened my mouth but no words came out.
I opened my mind and set the monsters free.
I found the light.
I found my voice.
I found myself.
I opened my mouth but no words came out.
I opened my mind and set the monsters free.
I found the light.
I found my voice.
I found myself.
#freedom
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EROTIC POEM
Published
18th Feb 2025 5:17am
18th Feb 2025 5:17am
Cummins Cider
If you think I will
I won't.
I won’t stop
until you gasp
until you beg
until you cum so hard
until your voice breaks on my name.
I won't stop.
Because I’m not done—
not until I’ve had you every way I want,
again and again
until you can’t move
until you can’t think
until you know you belong to me.
And even then—
I’ll still want more
of you because you own my soul.
I won't.
I won’t stop
until you gasp
until you beg
until you cum so hard
until your voice breaks on my name.
I won't stop.
Because I’m not done—
not until I’ve had you every way I want,
again and again
until you can’t move
until you can’t think
until you know you belong to me.
And even then—
I’ll still want more
of you because you own my soul.
#lust
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Feb 2025 1:06am
16th Feb 2025 1:06am
Misery
If 'misery loves company'.
Then shouldn't I be surrounded by people.
Perhaps I have a special kind of misery,one that eschews company.
Better to wallow alone that drag others into my mire.
Then shouldn't I be surrounded by people.
Perhaps I have a special kind of misery,one that eschews company.
Better to wallow alone that drag others into my mire.
#sadness
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