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.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Oct 2024 11:31pm
25th Oct 2024 11:31pm
Ubuntu
I know who you are
I've lived with you forever.
A white dove in a dark space.
Trapped without light
You yourself become dark.
Flapping furiously won't lift the darkness
Sitting still might, If you have courage.
See the darkness for what it is,
The opposite of light.
One exists because the other exists.
Only the mind keeps them separate.
Did you see it ?
A pin prick of light
Landed on your wing, revealing
a tiny white piece of yourself.
That's how it always starts.
One speck of light in a gloomy room
Then...
I've lived with you forever.
A white dove in a dark space.
Trapped without light
You yourself become dark.
Flapping furiously won't lift the darkness
Sitting still might, If you have courage.
See the darkness for what it is,
The opposite of light.
One exists because the other exists.
Only the mind keeps them separate.
Did you see it ?
A pin prick of light
Landed on your wing, revealing
a tiny white piece of yourself.
That's how it always starts.
One speck of light in a gloomy room
Then...
#depression
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Oct 2024 5:51am
24th Oct 2024 5:51am
Captain Snooze
What goes on in the minds of man?
We are barely awake.
23 out of 24 hours we sleep,all hours not in our beds.
23 out of 24 hours we sleep but mostly in our heads.
We walk, we talk,we eat,we work,we fuck.
But tell me honestly.How present were you in any of those acts ?
Oh you will say you were there, on top of her, pounding away.....but you weren't.
Did you take in the sounds,the tastes,the smells of sex?Did you notice pain or pleasure or that you had even turned from human to beast.
A hungry beast...
We are barely awake.
23 out of 24 hours we sleep,all hours not in our beds.
23 out of 24 hours we sleep but mostly in our heads.
We walk, we talk,we eat,we work,we fuck.
But tell me honestly.How present were you in any of those acts ?
Oh you will say you were there, on top of her, pounding away.....but you weren't.
Did you take in the sounds,the tastes,the smells of sex?Did you notice pain or pleasure or that you had even turned from human to beast.
A hungry beast...
#sadness
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Oct 2024 8:56pm
22nd Oct 2024 8:56pm
Curtain Call
Shakespeare was right 'all the world is a stage, and all the men and women merely players'.
It's no wonder then that as I age I'm no longer the star of the show.Still on the stage but only just. Consigned to the background as an act of kindness.Audiences once held spellbound by my skill and vigour, now lean back in their seats with jaws wide open.
As I forget my lines and the makeup artists can no longer conceal the sagging blotchy skin, the thinning hair or the droopy eyes.They gasp as one as I move Biden like across the stage.Fearful I might stumble,fall and shatter bones...
It's no wonder then that as I age I'm no longer the star of the show.Still on the stage but only just. Consigned to the background as an act of kindness.Audiences once held spellbound by my skill and vigour, now lean back in their seats with jaws wide open.
As I forget my lines and the makeup artists can no longer conceal the sagging blotchy skin, the thinning hair or the droopy eyes.They gasp as one as I move Biden like across the stage.Fearful I might stumble,fall and shatter bones...
#fall
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EROTIC POEM
Published
21st Oct 2024 7:43am
21st Oct 2024 7:43am
Tell me the Truth
What is desire ?
Is it physical or mental?
Is it insatiable and unique?
Is it a craving for
Food
Drink
Cars
Travel
Love
Or none of the above?
Is desire lust?
Is it sex?
Or just the hunt for #unt?
Is it the chase, the build up.
the tension,the spiritual annihilation
at the point of release.
What is it and what's its purpose?
I think desire might be the search for peace in a place where the mind is quiet and...
Is it physical or mental?
Is it insatiable and unique?
Is it a craving for
Food
Drink
Cars
Travel
Love
Or none of the above?
Is desire lust?
Is it sex?
Or just the hunt for #unt?
Is it the chase, the build up.
the tension,the spiritual annihilation
at the point of release.
What is it and what's its purpose?
I think desire might be the search for peace in a place where the mind is quiet and...
#sex
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EROTIC POEM
Published
19th Oct 2024 3:48am
19th Oct 2024 3:48am
Swallow
I saw two swallows kiss mid flight
It filled my mind with pure delight
Oh how sad we tend to be
We look but never really see.
In ourselves so tightly wound
Is a raging battleground
Take a chance and get release
Look to nature....there is peace.
I've never seen in nature hate
I'm not sure if beasts can felate?
They don't crave,desire or lust
Fuck they can and fuck they must.
Humans are not quite the same
Sex for them becomes a game
Willing to destroy a soul
As long as cock goes in a hole.
It filled my mind with pure delight
Oh how sad we tend to be
We look but never really see.
In ourselves so tightly wound
Is a raging battleground
Take a chance and get release
Look to nature....there is peace.
I've never seen in nature hate
I'm not sure if beasts can felate?
They don't crave,desire or lust
Fuck they can and fuck they must.
Humans are not quite the same
Sex for them becomes a game
Willing to destroy a soul
As long as cock goes in a hole.
#universe
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EROTIC POEM
Published
17th Oct 2024 5:58am
17th Oct 2024 5:58am
Fallowfield
I know this to be true my love
'fallow fields should be re sown'
And a crop of loving kindness reaped
when seeds are fully grown.
But first the seeds must get there
and that involves my plough
Can I plough your fallow field my love?
Can I plough that field right now?
Can I plough your fallow field my love
Once more before I die?
Will you wrap your arms around me
Let me finish with a sigh?
Might you kiss me in the places
that illuminate my brain ?
Or will you stay committed to
Your silent sad refrain?
...
'fallow fields should be re sown'
And a crop of loving kindness reaped
when seeds are fully grown.
But first the seeds must get there
and that involves my plough
Can I plough your fallow field my love?
Can I plough that field right now?
Can I plough your fallow field my love
Once more before I die?
Will you wrap your arms around me
Let me finish with a sigh?
Might you kiss me in the places
that illuminate my brain ?
Or will you stay committed to
Your silent sad refrain?
...
#lust
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DARK POEM
Published
13th Oct 2024 7:39am
13th Oct 2024 7:39am
The End
The End
When it comes, it doesn't march alone.
It surrounds you, inside and out,
an unseen and powerful force.
There is nowhere to hide, because
the enemy is yourself.
Who could imagine
one's own mind
bent on self destruction.
For what purpose?
If there's an epiphany to come
I'm still waiting
If there's madness to come
I'm still waiting
If there's death to come
I'm still waiting.
So
I will muster all that I have,
to stare down this interloper,
with courage, calmness ...
When it comes, it doesn't march alone.
It surrounds you, inside and out,
an unseen and powerful force.
There is nowhere to hide, because
the enemy is yourself.
Who could imagine
one's own mind
bent on self destruction.
For what purpose?
If there's an epiphany to come
I'm still waiting
If there's madness to come
I'm still waiting
If there's death to come
I'm still waiting.
So
I will muster all that I have,
to stare down this interloper,
with courage, calmness ...
#depression
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