Submissions by badmalthus (Harry Rout)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Poet...and Cosmic Pessimist...I study nihilism and the meaninglessness of the world.Remember...climate change is good for the planet...not so good for humans.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Dec 2023 5:28am
8th Dec 2023 5:28am
For the children
beneath
the soul of God
countless
decomposing bones
lay buried
by the weight
of time
little boys
&
little girls
dead & damned
their fragile
hearts
had no hope
in this world
of man
while
in heaven
no one hears
them scream
Harry Rout 2023
the soul of God
countless
decomposing bones
lay buried
by the weight
of time
little boys
&
little girls
dead & damned
their fragile
hearts
had no hope
in this world
of man
while
in heaven
no one hears
them scream
Harry Rout 2023
#children
#war
270 reads
11 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Nov 2023 11:47pm
30th Nov 2023 11:47pm
There's no ark coming this time
The more we frequent men, the blacker our thoughts; and when, to clarify them, we return to our solitude, we find there the shadow they have cast.”
― Emil M. Cioran
here I stand
defeated by hate
beaten
by the fear
bones broken
by the beast
crumpled
&
crushed
here I stand
waiting patiently
for the flood
like all the other
sacred sinners
look...
there's Jesus...
slipping
beneath the waves
Harry Rout 2023
― Emil M. Cioran
here I stand
defeated by hate
beaten
by the fear
bones broken
by the beast
crumpled
&
crushed
here I stand
waiting patiently
for the flood
like all the other
sacred sinners
look...
there's Jesus...
slipping
beneath the waves
Harry Rout 2023
#love
#hate
#humankind
248 reads
17 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Nov 2023 3:07am
28th Nov 2023 3:07am
In our silence
This is where we find
darkness lurking
where there was
once light
We find apathy
where we once screamed
& we find hate hiding
where there was
once love
In our silence
we have planted
tentacles of technology
that creep & crawl
thru our consciousness
crunching on blood
& bone
with crazy Frankenstein
teeth & claws
In our silence
we are frozen figures
of fear
waiting for the right
fucking moment
to point the gun
& pull
the trigger ...
darkness lurking
where there was
once light
We find apathy
where we once screamed
& we find hate hiding
where there was
once love
In our silence
we have planted
tentacles of technology
that creep & crawl
thru our consciousness
crunching on blood
& bone
with crazy Frankenstein
teeth & claws
In our silence
we are frozen figures
of fear
waiting for the right
fucking moment
to point the gun
& pull
the trigger ...
#technology
#apathy
263 reads
12 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Mar 2023 6:01am
24th Mar 2023 6:01am
Popping acid with Jesus
we both stared
at the scars
on his wrist
we both watched
the nails
as they were
hammered
into his soul
we both saw
the blood
spray the crowd
gathered at his feet
we both pleaded
for God's
love and mercy
we both listened
to the silence
that filled
the heavens
in reply
we both sighed
why hath thou
forsaken us?
then...
we watched Mary
drop her robe
and beckon us
back to bed
Harry Rout
at the scars
on his wrist
we both watched
the nails
as they were
hammered
into his soul
we both saw
the blood
spray the crowd
gathered at his feet
we both pleaded
for God's
love and mercy
we both listened
to the silence
that filled
the heavens
in reply
we both sighed
why hath thou
forsaken us?
then...
we watched Mary
drop her robe
and beckon us
back to bed
Harry Rout
#forgiveness
#redemption
441 reads
7 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Jan 2022 00:27am
5th Jan 2022 00:27am
The unbearable lightness of being
looking back
over the shoulder
of time
reflective moments
step into the light
so you dust
them off
and amplify all
the old voices
as they continue
to find ways
into your life
here you sit
submerged
in memories
that have resurfaced
without warning
here you sit
cornered
by the ambiguity
of this self
that hides amid
the ticking hands
of time
here you sit
trapped
in this vicious
circle of repetition
and boredom
over the shoulder
of time
reflective moments
step into the light
so you dust
them off
and amplify all
the old voices
as they continue
to find ways
into your life
here you sit
submerged
in memories
that have resurfaced
without warning
here you sit
cornered
by the ambiguity
of this self
that hides amid
the ticking hands
of time
here you sit
trapped
in this vicious
circle of repetition
and boredom
#LifeCycle
#boredom
808 reads
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Dec 2021 3:20am
30th Dec 2021 3:20am
Just another poem
between
the lines of
a poem
a little truth
is squeezed
a word
or two
that may
or may not
unshackle
the stars
and
create a minor
disturbance
throughout
the heavens
between
the lines of
a poem
you may find
a hungry
child
a woman
broken by love
a man
broken by hate
between
the lines of
a poem
you'll find
wars
racism
and
fear
between
the lines of
a poem
you'll find ...
the lines of
a poem
a little truth
is squeezed
a word
or two
that may
or may not
unshackle
the stars
and
create a minor
disturbance
throughout
the heavens
between
the lines of
a poem
you may find
a hungry
child
a woman
broken by love
a man
broken by hate
between
the lines of
a poem
you'll find
wars
racism
and
fear
between
the lines of
a poem
you'll find ...
#LifeStruggles
#WritingPoetry
638 reads
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Dec 2021 2:30am
15th Dec 2021 2:30am
Holy Night
credit cards
flashing
in the night sky
&
Santa’s sleigh
choking
with children’s debt
&
a love
that’s fueled
by Xmas tree
hugs & tinsel
‘twas the night'
before
baby Jesus
was born
&
there was no
silence
to be found
&
the only thing
sacred & holy
was the broken
busker playing
‘Joy to the World’
on his crumpled
&
rusting saxophone
flashing
in the night sky
&
Santa’s sleigh
choking
with children’s debt
&
a love
that’s fueled
by Xmas tree
hugs & tinsel
‘twas the night'
before
baby Jesus
was born
&
there was no
silence
to be found
&
the only thing
sacred & holy
was the broken
busker playing
‘Joy to the World’
on his crumpled
&
rusting saxophone
#Christmas
#consumerism
610 reads
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2021 5:06am
2nd Dec 2021 5:06am
Still Born
covered in a blanket
of dark soil
a small headstone
this unknown child
experienced no suffering
of dark soil
a small headstone
this unknown child
experienced no suffering
#death
#tanka
557 reads
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Nov 2021 1:42am
28th Nov 2021 1:42am
Roses
on red petals
between the beauty
settles the dust of death
leaving little salvation
one finds freedom
between the beauty
settles the dust of death
leaving little salvation
one finds freedom
#tanka
566 reads
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Sep 2021 3:26am
28th Sep 2021 3:26am
Waiting for a miracle
crushed
&
crazy
stoned in the gutter
with Jesus
&
Judas
our palms
bleeding
aching
for small mercies
&
a blanket
to keep out
the cold
city night
crushed
&
crazy
waiting for the flood
with Jesus
&
Judas
gathering fish
for the poor
&
turning tears
into wine
at ten cents
a shot
all of us
crushed
&
crazy
crucified
&
drained of meaning
&
significance
...
&
crazy
stoned in the gutter
with Jesus
&
Judas
our palms
bleeding
aching
for small mercies
&
a blanket
to keep out
the cold
city night
crushed
&
crazy
waiting for the flood
with Jesus
&
Judas
gathering fish
for the poor
&
turning tears
into wine
at ten cents
a shot
all of us
crushed
&
crazy
crucified
&
drained of meaning
&
significance
...
#humankind
#suffering
655 reads
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
15th Sep 2021 1:40am
15th Sep 2021 1:40am
Try a little tenderness (Prayer from a Nihilist)
there's always
that constant internal
struggle
to keep the tenderness
alive
when you listen
to the early
morning news report
over a bowl
of cornflakes
&
that first cup
of hot coffee
rapes
murders
crazy religious
mother-fuckers
&
racist fools
selling hatred
&
war
all in the name
of perfection
tender
is the tenderness
that rests
within the soul
...so fragile
is the heart
when so often
left alone
now I...
that constant internal
struggle
to keep the tenderness
alive
when you listen
to the early
morning news report
over a bowl
of cornflakes
&
that first cup
of hot coffee
rapes
murders
crazy religious
mother-fuckers
&
racist fools
selling hatred
&
war
all in the name
of perfection
tender
is the tenderness
that rests
within the soul
...so fragile
is the heart
when so often
left alone
now I...
#kindness
#hate
591 reads
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2021 1:43am
3rd Sep 2021 1:43am
Picnic in the park
carrying stones of loneliness
in her cheap Salvo handbag
she stumbles
and
staggers from
park bench
to
park bench
searching for meaning
...for a future
...for something remotely
related to love
and friendship
while by the small pond
she sees Jesus treading
water
while holy humans
throw tired prayers
of wanting
and
longing
into his drowning arms
from her handbag
she unpacks her life
and
spreads
it on the grass
for all to bear witness ...
in her cheap Salvo handbag
she stumbles
and
staggers from
park bench
to
park bench
searching for meaning
...for a future
...for something remotely
related to love
and friendship
while by the small pond
she sees Jesus treading
water
while holy humans
throw tired prayers
of wanting
and
longing
into his drowning arms
from her handbag
she unpacks her life
and
spreads
it on the grass
for all to bear witness ...
#loneliness
#despair
#suffering
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