Submissions by budart
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I favor clear, straightforward writing, based on real life experience. I think form poetry is fine but if it has little or no emotional impact. I like poems that cause my stomach to drop when I read them.
DRUGS POEM
Published
17th Aug 2012 6:19pm
17th Aug 2012 6:19pm
Girls On The Needle
First there was my grandmother
She shot up in the kitchen
Using a stainless steel needle
That lived in a black leather case
With a red satin lining.
After
I sat on her lap
In a rocking chair
And she taught me how
To twiddle my thumbs,
A skill that has
Consoled me through
Many hours of waiting.
We were maybe thirteen?
She looked like Haley Milles
The Disney heartthrob of the age.
She asked me over to her house
Which sat at the end
Of my paper route
She showed me her pet
Donkey
She showed me ...
She shot up in the kitchen
Using a stainless steel needle
That lived in a black leather case
With a red satin lining.
After
I sat on her lap
In a rocking chair
And she taught me how
To twiddle my thumbs,
A skill that has
Consoled me through
Many hours of waiting.
We were maybe thirteen?
She looked like Haley Milles
The Disney heartthrob of the age.
She asked me over to her house
Which sat at the end
Of my paper route
She showed me her pet
Donkey
She showed me ...
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#illness
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Mar 2012 9:43pm
30th Mar 2012 9:43pm
Spring Cleaning
Spring Cleaning
City workers
In orange vests
Move through the trees
That are just starting to flower
Cleaning up what remains
Of a campsite,
The home of homeless men
And homeless women.
Who have lived
On this hill side
Next to the highway
Through a long winter
Of rain and snow.
But spring is coming
Soon wealthier people
From up the hill
Will use this greenbelt
To run and hike and walk their babies.
The city fathers
Is wise enough to know
That homeless people camping in the trees
Will...
City workers
In orange vests
Move through the trees
That are just starting to flower
Cleaning up what remains
Of a campsite,
The home of homeless men
And homeless women.
Who have lived
On this hill side
Next to the highway
Through a long winter
Of rain and snow.
But spring is coming
Soon wealthier people
From up the hill
Will use this greenbelt
To run and hike and walk their babies.
The city fathers
Is wise enough to know
That homeless people camping in the trees
Will...
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LOVE POEM
Published
16th Feb 2012 00:51am
16th Feb 2012 00:51am
Love and Young Girls
The young woman
At the coffee stands
Looks like the daughter
Of someone
I wanted once.
And so after several weeks
I have come to want her,
This apple cheeked girl.
The higher brain
Screams, “Run, Insanity, doom!”
But the lizard brain
Says, “’let fires rage at close of day!’
And consequences be damned!”
In my youth
I drank apple wine
Straight from the bottle
Cold and sweet and fizzy.
With the passage of years
I have come to appreciate
The subtleties, the complexities
Of a well aged Bordeaux.
...
At the coffee stands
Looks like the daughter
Of someone
I wanted once.
And so after several weeks
I have come to want her,
This apple cheeked girl.
The higher brain
Screams, “Run, Insanity, doom!”
But the lizard brain
Says, “’let fires rage at close of day!’
And consequences be damned!”
In my youth
I drank apple wine
Straight from the bottle
Cold and sweet and fizzy.
With the passage of years
I have come to appreciate
The subtleties, the complexities
Of a well aged Bordeaux.
...
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SELF POEM
Published
16th Feb 2012 00:49am
16th Feb 2012 00:49am
A Miracle
If you are lucky
Your mother may tell you
That you are
A wonder,
A miracle.
After she is gone
There will be
No one else.
There will be
Teachers to tell you
You are stupid.
Coaches to tell you
You are weak.
Preachers to tell you
You are sinful.
Bosses to tell you
That you are incompetent.
Men to tell you that
Your ass is too big,
Your tits not big enough.
Women to tell you
That your cock
Like your pay check
Is just too small.
No! You will never
Be good enough
For the...
Your mother may tell you
That you are
A wonder,
A miracle.
After she is gone
There will be
No one else.
There will be
Teachers to tell you
You are stupid.
Coaches to tell you
You are weak.
Preachers to tell you
You are sinful.
Bosses to tell you
That you are incompetent.
Men to tell you that
Your ass is too big,
Your tits not big enough.
Women to tell you
That your cock
Like your pay check
Is just too small.
No! You will never
Be good enough
For the...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Dec 2011 1:18am
15th Dec 2011 1:18am
The Hopeless Cafe
It's like looking into a fish tank.
As I walk by outside in the dark
There inside in the box of light.
There are three of them this morning.
But one of them is the owner.
That's how it is day after day
As I walk by on my way to work.
Hell those two customers
Can’t drink enough coffee
To even pay for the lights.
It's hard to watch this cafe fail
Watch someone’s dream die
Little by little, day after day.
Like watching someone
Bleed to death.
Today’s special?
Tuna melt and soup.
It almost makes me cry.
I pull...
As I walk by outside in the dark
There inside in the box of light.
There are three of them this morning.
But one of them is the owner.
That's how it is day after day
As I walk by on my way to work.
Hell those two customers
Can’t drink enough coffee
To even pay for the lights.
It's hard to watch this cafe fail
Watch someone’s dream die
Little by little, day after day.
Like watching someone
Bleed to death.
Today’s special?
Tuna melt and soup.
It almost makes me cry.
I pull...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
8th Dec 2011 3:14am
8th Dec 2011 3:14am
The Nectarine and The Peach
I spent the summer
Doing a boring job
The compensations were:
The nectarines
That were given me
Each day
That were perfect,
Cold, crisp, sweet
And full of juice.
The young woman
Who worked next to me.
She wore long light dresses
And minimal underwear.
Every time she stood up
The dress would cling
To the cleft
Of the peach.
And so
Between the
Nectarine and the peach
I knew that though
I was being tested
God still loved me.
Doing a boring job
The compensations were:
The nectarines
That were given me
Each day
That were perfect,
Cold, crisp, sweet
And full of juice.
The young woman
Who worked next to me.
She wore long light dresses
And minimal underwear.
Every time she stood up
The dress would cling
To the cleft
Of the peach.
And so
Between the
Nectarine and the peach
I knew that though
I was being tested
God still loved me.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Dec 2011 2:43am
8th Dec 2011 2:43am
A Sad Sight
I am not a fan
Of Christmas.
It is a holiday
Designed
For farmers
With nothing
Much to do with
The harvest in
And snow
On the ground.
We were proles
And had to get
To work
Snow or no snow
Unless we were
On strike
Or laid off
Facing a holiday
Of gift giving
With no money.
It is the capitalist’s holiday,
The consumer’s holiday,
With just enough
Religious hypocrisy
And saccharine sentimentality
Thrown in to make one
Want to stay drunk
From Thanksgiving
To tax...
Of Christmas.
It is a holiday
Designed
For farmers
With nothing
Much to do with
The harvest in
And snow
On the ground.
We were proles
And had to get
To work
Snow or no snow
Unless we were
On strike
Or laid off
Facing a holiday
Of gift giving
With no money.
It is the capitalist’s holiday,
The consumer’s holiday,
With just enough
Religious hypocrisy
And saccharine sentimentality
Thrown in to make one
Want to stay drunk
From Thanksgiving
To tax...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Dec 2011 1:04am
3rd Dec 2011 1:04am
The Things of This World
An ant hustles across my computer screen.
Oblivious to Richard Wilbur reading
“Love Calls Us to The Things of This World”
Despite art
Despite love
The things of this world
Go on about
Their business.
Oblivious to Richard Wilbur reading
“Love Calls Us to The Things of This World”
Despite art
Despite love
The things of this world
Go on about
Their business.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Dec 2011 00:30am
1st Dec 2011 00:30am
Another Life
We sat together
In silence
Like an old
Married couple
With nothing
Left to say.
We sat together
In silence
But I could
Feel her heat
Smell her humanity
Beneath her perfume.
She had beautiful feet
Perhaps she had been
A dancer once
When she was young.
I could have
Asked her
But with
The false wisdom
Of old age
I didn’t.
I fell asleep.
She woke me
Concerned
I would miss
My flight,
Which was
Her flight,
But she was
Going west
And I east
A...
In silence
Like an old
Married couple
With nothing
Left to say.
We sat together
In silence
But I could
Feel her heat
Smell her humanity
Beneath her perfume.
She had beautiful feet
Perhaps she had been
A dancer once
When she was young.
I could have
Asked her
But with
The false wisdom
Of old age
I didn’t.
I fell asleep.
She woke me
Concerned
I would miss
My flight,
Which was
Her flight,
But she was
Going west
And I east
A...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
22nd Nov 2011 3:05am
22nd Nov 2011 3:05am
The Dawn of Desire
There is that moment
When the sun comes up
And a beam of light
Burns your brain
Like a laser beam
Through your
Right eye.
When you suddenly
Want some woman
You have known for years.
Some woman you
Have never had
A sexual thought about.
She is lying
On the floor,
Watching TV.
She is leaning
On a table
Talking to a friend.
She turns to the light
And hold her head
Just so!
It’s like sticking your cock
In an electric socket.
It’s like getting struck
By lightning....
When the sun comes up
And a beam of light
Burns your brain
Like a laser beam
Through your
Right eye.
When you suddenly
Want some woman
You have known for years.
Some woman you
Have never had
A sexual thought about.
She is lying
On the floor,
Watching TV.
She is leaning
On a table
Talking to a friend.
She turns to the light
And hold her head
Just so!
It’s like sticking your cock
In an electric socket.
It’s like getting struck
By lightning....
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SELF POEM
Published
1st Nov 2011 7:43pm
1st Nov 2011 7:43pm
An Unfortunate Misunderstanding.
I turned the corner
And it struck me
The way the green and white
Tennis court,
The net,
The layers of
Chain link fence
And the orange construction fence
On the lawn beyond
Made a wonderful abstract design.
I took a picture
The girls, who were playing tennis.
Thought I was taking a picture of them.
They stared at me,
Hands on hips
Through their dark glasses
As I drove away.
They must have thought I was
Some sort of creep.
I am an artist.
I suppose they were partly right.
Still there is a...
And it struck me
The way the green and white
Tennis court,
The net,
The layers of
Chain link fence
And the orange construction fence
On the lawn beyond
Made a wonderful abstract design.
I took a picture
The girls, who were playing tennis.
Thought I was taking a picture of them.
They stared at me,
Hands on hips
Through their dark glasses
As I drove away.
They must have thought I was
Some sort of creep.
I am an artist.
I suppose they were partly right.
Still there is a...
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DARK POEM
Published
1st Nov 2011 7:37pm
1st Nov 2011 7:37pm
A Pen In My Pocket
I have a little pen
That lives inside my pocket
It has a sharp point
With a plastic cap upon it.
And when someone judges me
And when someone criticizes me
I silently
Fondle my little pen
And think about jabbing
The sharp
Little point
Right into
Their fat little necks!
That lives inside my pocket
It has a sharp point
With a plastic cap upon it.
And when someone judges me
And when someone criticizes me
I silently
Fondle my little pen
And think about jabbing
The sharp
Little point
Right into
Their fat little necks!
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