Submissions by bigdougsoutho
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am a habitual line crosser with an uncensored and often degenerate mouth, so if I offend please, please accept my in advance apology and as always please don't be scared to critique brutally.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Nov 2017 9:08am
25th Nov 2017 9:08am
Life on My Street
Today I walked the dogs
The same route I’ve walked for years
The sun is warm and the sidewalk is fresh
I laugh, taking off my sandals
“Funny,” I tell them,
“I am older than the concrete.”
Four little kids running to the fence
They wait for us at the gate
“Perrito!” one says
“His name is Chango!”
Another girl emphasizes “Chango”
They laugh and they wave
Latin music pumps from a Yukon
There is a sticker in the back
“In loving Memory,”
It says, to someone I will never get to know
The young man waves ...
The same route I’ve walked for years
The sun is warm and the sidewalk is fresh
I laugh, taking off my sandals
“Funny,” I tell them,
“I am older than the concrete.”
Four little kids running to the fence
They wait for us at the gate
“Perrito!” one says
“His name is Chango!”
Another girl emphasizes “Chango”
They laugh and they wave
Latin music pumps from a Yukon
There is a sticker in the back
“In loving Memory,”
It says, to someone I will never get to know
The young man waves ...
426 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Nov 2017 8:44am
25th Nov 2017 8:44am
My Friend Mike
I still hear the leaves crunching.
It reminds me that soon
Grape vines and flowers
Will submit to tyranny
And frost.
The lazy red sun has grown fat
And hides far in the south.
There is just enough wind
To burn my cheeks brittle,
Pink and bright.
Roughly painted into the landscape,
Mike fills the bird feeder hanging
From a long, twisted branch
In an ancient and leafless
Silver Maple.
It’s striking, how fragile he is now,
Nothing separates his pale skin
From shriveled up ...
It reminds me that soon
Grape vines and flowers
Will submit to tyranny
And frost.
The lazy red sun has grown fat
And hides far in the south.
There is just enough wind
To burn my cheeks brittle,
Pink and bright.
Roughly painted into the landscape,
Mike fills the bird feeder hanging
From a long, twisted branch
In an ancient and leafless
Silver Maple.
It’s striking, how fragile he is now,
Nothing separates his pale skin
From shriveled up ...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Nov 2017 3:32pm
24th Nov 2017 3:32pm
just to raise awareness
See what I see coming friends
Look north to primal land
Of Bear and Moose and Dene
Now called Saskatchewan
In this place of beauty
Surrounded by Mothers trees
The 235 beast lies dormant
Coin mongers want it freed
Laying under Patterson Lake
It waits for them to come
Poisoning land and water
To mine uranium
***Please take the time to research the damaging and irresponsible practices of Fission Uranium in their previous ventures such as in Uranium City. There are people organizing to fight this. Search “Uranium...
Look north to primal land
Of Bear and Moose and Dene
Now called Saskatchewan
In this place of beauty
Surrounded by Mothers trees
The 235 beast lies dormant
Coin mongers want it freed
Laying under Patterson Lake
It waits for them to come
Poisoning land and water
To mine uranium
***Please take the time to research the damaging and irresponsible practices of Fission Uranium in their previous ventures such as in Uranium City. There are people organizing to fight this. Search “Uranium...
480 reads
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Nov 2017 12:09pm
24th Nov 2017 12:09pm
Wolf Chorus & Snake Poison: A Tribute to Simon Ortiz' work
Once, with pups, near Rosebud
On the Missouri river trail
Wolf sees the Monster.
Deep gray growls, dead
Muffled tar under water.
Unktehi(1) says,
“Drink pups!” A Snake
Spitting
Poison.
White treaty
Lies.
The Land.
The Lives.
See it! Slithering
Among us.
See it. The Reaper.
Glacial white
Death.
Wolf pups fall.
Icicle ribs dusted with snow
Frozen prairie bones.
They fall
Down ...
On the Missouri river trail
Wolf sees the Monster.
Deep gray growls, dead
Muffled tar under water.
Unktehi(1) says,
“Drink pups!” A Snake
Spitting
Poison.
White treaty
Lies.
The Land.
The Lives.
See it! Slithering
Among us.
See it. The Reaper.
Glacial white
Death.
Wolf pups fall.
Icicle ribs dusted with snow
Frozen prairie bones.
They fall
Down ...
406 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Nov 2017 8:45am
23rd Nov 2017 8:45am
"Keep Them Pennies and Act Like You Got Some Sense"- Act I
Today fools will say
There is no respectable place for change
In the modern-day lanes
Of high speed traffic, social media rackets, and fast talking two-bit jackasses
Oh yeah, like I said before, it went somewhere…before
It had a pedestal in the dawn’s light, not hidden away
In the bellies of porcelain pigs
Or in pouches of leather, not in stacks left behind guarded vault walls
To hoard, to count, to use
As judgement of character and to buy salvation, absolution
In that last hour of weakness, desperation, paranoia, and cowardice
When...
There is no respectable place for change
In the modern-day lanes
Of high speed traffic, social media rackets, and fast talking two-bit jackasses
Oh yeah, like I said before, it went somewhere…before
It had a pedestal in the dawn’s light, not hidden away
In the bellies of porcelain pigs
Or in pouches of leather, not in stacks left behind guarded vault walls
To hoard, to count, to use
As judgement of character and to buy salvation, absolution
In that last hour of weakness, desperation, paranoia, and cowardice
When...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Nov 2017 8:36am
23rd Nov 2017 8:36am
Five Hundred Words About Blood
There was once a little boy
He was scared of the world
A skinny weak little boy
He didn’t fit in with the other kids
He wasn’t fast enough to run away
So, he fought and took many ass kickings
It was ok though
He was fascinated with blood
The way that it tasted
Salty and warm
The way it looked on his knuckles
Gritty from railroad track gravel
He didn’t fit in with the other kids
The blood was always there
Like a friend in the streets
In the Spring rain, it was in pools
At the bottom of the hill
In the...
He was scared of the world
A skinny weak little boy
He didn’t fit in with the other kids
He wasn’t fast enough to run away
So, he fought and took many ass kickings
It was ok though
He was fascinated with blood
The way that it tasted
Salty and warm
The way it looked on his knuckles
Gritty from railroad track gravel
He didn’t fit in with the other kids
The blood was always there
Like a friend in the streets
In the Spring rain, it was in pools
At the bottom of the hill
In the...
416 reads
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ANGER POEM
Published
22nd Nov 2017 12:09pm
22nd Nov 2017 12:09pm
How do you feel now?
How do you feel now?
With that XL Keister pipe
Getting run through you
Yeah right up the middle
Don’t tell me, I know, I know, I
Know you will fucking lie
It’s the American way
While you sit and deny
Pigs and sycophants parade
So, throw your hand up
March, march, march
Listen to your blood and country
I will listen to my heart
We can all enjoy it, I guess
Freedom allows us all
A special kind of
Shackle
With that XL Keister pipe
Getting run through you
Yeah right up the middle
Don’t tell me, I know, I know, I
Know you will fucking lie
It’s the American way
While you sit and deny
Pigs and sycophants parade
So, throw your hand up
March, march, march
Listen to your blood and country
I will listen to my heart
We can all enjoy it, I guess
Freedom allows us all
A special kind of
Shackle
500 reads
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