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 them.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Dec 2024 8:55pm
30th Dec 2024 8:55pm
Toilet Humour
Where once I used to pee and poop
I now scroll through a Facebook group
That tiny room no longer still
Is conquered by the endless swill
Of Facebook,Tik Tok,many more
Where time stands still behind that door.
Wipe and get up.
I now scroll through a Facebook group
That tiny room no longer still
Is conquered by the endless swill
Of Facebook,Tik Tok,many more
Where time stands still behind that door.
Wipe and get up.
#technology
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4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Dec 2024 7:27am
30th Dec 2024 7:27am
Moody Blues
Does thought alter mood?
Or
Does mood alter thought?
There's only one right answer.
Or
Does mood alter thought?
There's only one right answer.
#emotions
60 reads
7 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Dec 2024 2:26am
30th Dec 2024 2:26am
Gap Filler Required
The woman I just saw
had
such
a
splendid
thigh
gap
and
scrumptious
derriere
that
I
lost
my
f
o
c
u
s
Can't say for sure whether she had a head or not.
had
such
a
splendid
thigh
gap
and
scrumptious
derriere
that
I
lost
my
f
o
c
u
s
Can't say for sure whether she had a head or not.
#women
67 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Dec 2024 6:45pm
29th Dec 2024 6:45pm
Unsullied
Yesterday.
I watched an infant seeing an overhead fan for the first time.
I could feel his innocence.
His amazement.
His observation without bias.
A consciousness but not yet a mind.
Devoid of conditioning.
Uncluttered, unfettered, un everything.
Joy without thought.
And I wondered.
Where did my wonder go?
My awe go?
Oh there it is.
In the Birdsong.
In the sound in a conch.
In the trees,the sky,the grasshopper.
It never left.
Just got covered by adulthood.
I watched an infant seeing an overhead fan for the first time.
I could feel his innocence.
His amazement.
His observation without bias.
A consciousness but not yet a mind.
Devoid of conditioning.
Uncluttered, unfettered, un everything.
Joy without thought.
And I wondered.
Where did my wonder go?
My awe go?
Oh there it is.
In the Birdsong.
In the sound in a conch.
In the trees,the sky,the grasshopper.
It never left.
Just got covered by adulthood.
#childhood
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Dec 2024 7:22pm
28th Dec 2024 7:22pm
Greedy Bastard
Can you not just be content.....
Content in this moment......
No need to experience anything new.
You have it all.
Right here,right now.
You're the lucky one.
But the saddest one.
Awake in your future.
Asleep in your NOW.
Does the sky ask for more?
Content in this moment......
No need to experience anything new.
You have it all.
Right here,right now.
You're the lucky one.
But the saddest one.
Awake in your future.
Asleep in your NOW.
Does the sky ask for more?
#greed
50 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Dec 2024 8:16am
28th Dec 2024 8:16am
Doing my head in.
The flesh I am, existed in kind before I was even born.In the cells of other people.They held my future flesh and blood between their legs,waiting for the right conditions to arrive, to create a human being,a body only.
But me, the one you are now creating in your mind, is perception dependant, dependant on your biases and conditioning.The me you perceive will be different from the one I do and all others do.
Here in lies the lies.If enough people say I'm a good man you will believe it.You will perceive me differently without empirical evidence.
...
But me, the one you are now creating in your mind, is perception dependant, dependant on your biases and conditioning.The me you perceive will be different from the one I do and all others do.
Here in lies the lies.If enough people say I'm a good man you will believe it.You will perceive me differently without empirical evidence.
...
#identity
45 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
27th Dec 2024 8:15pm
27th Dec 2024 8:15pm
A Love Story
Love ferociously.
Just don't attach.
It's attachment that causes the pain, not the love.It's the desire to own,to keep, that waters the seeds and feeds the weeds of our own discontent.Our own broken heart.
How stupid are we?
Go ahead attach, attach to anything and when detachment arrives we will ache for days,weeks, months and years.Our lives will dissolve in a torrent of tears.We couldn't see that our attachment was stronger than our love.
We are all stupid!
Love, true love, never can and never will be taken from us, even if the...
Just don't attach.
It's attachment that causes the pain, not the love.It's the desire to own,to keep, that waters the seeds and feeds the weeds of our own discontent.Our own broken heart.
How stupid are we?
Go ahead attach, attach to anything and when detachment arrives we will ache for days,weeks, months and years.Our lives will dissolve in a torrent of tears.We couldn't see that our attachment was stronger than our love.
We are all stupid!
Love, true love, never can and never will be taken from us, even if the...
#heartbroken
#love
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Dec 2024 10:09pm
26th Dec 2024 10:09pm
peut être
Maybe we've got it round the wrong way?
Makes more sense to be sad and cry when a baby is born, that's when suffering begins.
Makes more sense to sing and dance when death arrives,that's when suffering ends.
Maybe.....it's just a thought.
Makes more sense to be sad and cry when a baby is born, that's when suffering begins.
Makes more sense to sing and dance when death arrives,that's when suffering ends.
Maybe.....it's just a thought.
#birth
#death
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Dec 2024 7:31pm
26th Dec 2024 7:31pm
Birdsong
I'm off to a funeral today.
I don't weep much at funerals anymore.
I simply contemplate.
Contemplate my human fate.
I will get old.
I will get sick.
I will die.
I will be separated from everyone and everything I own, have known.... loved.
When the funeral and wake are done, I'll go home to cook dinner and watch tv.
Life forgets death very quickly.
I don't weep much at funerals anymore.
I simply contemplate.
Contemplate my human fate.
I will get old.
I will get sick.
I will die.
I will be separated from everyone and everything I own, have known.... loved.
When the funeral and wake are done, I'll go home to cook dinner and watch tv.
Life forgets death very quickly.
#death
#funeral
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1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Dec 2024 9:13pm
25th Dec 2024 9:13pm
Boxing Day
Every day is Christmas day for the man without a heart.
He went missing after he last feasted on her.
Yet here he is again with cutlery in hand,large bib around his neck.
He doesn't want her spillage on his body or mind.
Hungry and ready.
Pleasant and desirable.
What a conniving,cunning,heartless, selfish diner.
Every day is Christmas day for the man without a heart.
He knows before he knocks that the door will be opened.
That the one behind the door will ignore his past behaviour and forget his past destruction.
Every...
He went missing after he last feasted on her.
Yet here he is again with cutlery in hand,large bib around his neck.
He doesn't want her spillage on his body or mind.
Hungry and ready.
Pleasant and desirable.
What a conniving,cunning,heartless, selfish diner.
Every day is Christmas day for the man without a heart.
He knows before he knocks that the door will be opened.
That the one behind the door will ignore his past behaviour and forget his past destruction.
Every...
#hurt
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Dec 2024 7:19pm
24th Dec 2024 7:19pm
Take a Moment
Those that suffer have the kindest hearts.Its our job as 'word people' to ease their suffering just a little.
Today, wherever you are and whatever you're doing just stop and look out the window and think.....
There are others far worse of and they deserve to be thought of on Christmas Day.......
Just for a moment.
Today, wherever you are and whatever you're doing just stop and look out the window and think.....
There are others far worse of and they deserve to be thought of on Christmas Day.......
Just for a moment.
#Christmas
63 reads
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Dec 2024 11:13pm
23rd Dec 2024 11:13pm
Whimsy Haiku
I go by Peter.
A charming pussy eater
No calories...Yum.
A charming pussy eater
No calories...Yum.
#lust
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