Submissions by cjflier
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
I Smell a Chore
The smell of fresh grass
on a warm summer's day, with
a hint of gasoline
is a smell... I must say... that
conjures a memory of my
youth far away.
Across my Dad's lawn
I trudge and I pray, that
this chore to be done
is all... for today... 'cause
my friends all await me
to join them in play
before our time has expired
and the moon slides our way.
I'm finally all done
and the mower put away, and
I sit on my swing
on my porch... and I sway... back
from my memory of
a warm summer's day.
on a warm summer's day, with
a hint of gasoline
is a smell... I must say... that
conjures a memory of my
youth far away.
Across my Dad's lawn
I trudge and I pray, that
this chore to be done
is all... for today... 'cause
my friends all await me
to join them in play
before our time has expired
and the moon slides our way.
I'm finally all done
and the mower put away, and
I sit on my swing
on my porch... and I sway... back
from my memory of
a warm summer's day.
554 reads
4 Comments
What I am Not
I am not made of marble
you can chisel into your image
I am not made of plaster
you can pour into your mold
I am not made of polished glass
in which you can see your reflection
I don't walk like you
nor do I talk like you
I don't wear the same clothes as you
I don't eat what you eat
I don't believe in what you belive in
I don't work the same as you work
I am Me
Stop forcing me
into being you
LEAVE ME ALONE!!!
you can chisel into your image
I am not made of plaster
you can pour into your mold
I am not made of polished glass
in which you can see your reflection
I don't walk like you
nor do I talk like you
I don't wear the same clothes as you
I don't eat what you eat
I don't believe in what you belive in
I don't work the same as you work
I am Me
Stop forcing me
into being you
LEAVE ME ALONE!!!
828 reads
10 Comments
Haiku - Snow Rainbows
snow blown by the wind,
a million tiny rainbows
waving to the sun.
a million tiny rainbows
waving to the sun.
721 reads
7 Comments
Life is a Vampire
734 reads
4 Comments
On the Fire
Top o' the hill
a vertical beam
a cross beam
a cross;
a sun beam
(twelve hours)
a moon beam...
another sun beam;
a man standing in
the shape of a cross
(is man the cross);
a spike...
another spike...
still another;
dark clouds form,
lightning strikes
(ignites),
the top o' the cross
an all-comsuming fire;
We are with him on the pyre.
a vertical beam
a cross beam
a cross;
a sun beam
(twelve hours)
a moon beam...
another sun beam;
a man standing in
the shape of a cross
(is man the cross);
a spike...
another spike...
still another;
dark clouds form,
lightning strikes
(ignites),
the top o' the cross
an all-comsuming fire;
We are with him on the pyre.
575 reads
4 Comments
The Artful Dodger
The artful dodger
applying his trade;
as pick-pocket of souls
his living he has made.
By the Book of Fagan,
the Old and the New
he's out to recruit
the youth to do
his ministry's work,
able to sway a few.
From an overstuffed chair,
the "tube", or the street,
his sermon he preaches
with passion and heat.
With skill and with cunning -
looking strait in their face -
robbing their innocence with
no feel of disgrace and
clouding their minds
using elegance and grace.
Then he is caught...
applying his trade;
as pick-pocket of souls
his living he has made.
By the Book of Fagan,
the Old and the New
he's out to recruit
the youth to do
his ministry's work,
able to sway a few.
From an overstuffed chair,
the "tube", or the street,
his sermon he preaches
with passion and heat.
With skill and with cunning -
looking strait in their face -
robbing their innocence with
no feel of disgrace and
clouding their minds
using elegance and grace.
Then he is caught...
1078 reads
8 Comments
Haiku - A Winter's Night
a cold winter's night
wind blowing, snow on the ground
I sit by the fire
wind blowing, snow on the ground
I sit by the fire
634 reads
4 Comments
The Great Cosmic Jokester
Are we just a joke
created by a Bloke
to satisfy some need
by planting the seed
of greed
of hate
of suffering
of a fate
not for us to make
but just to participate?
Does He sit on His throne
in a kingdom grown
using ignorance and fear
through those who give ear
and points
and stomps
and laughs
and romps through
time immemorial
causing chaos deplorable?
And while slapping His knee
we all pray to He
calling for help
like a beaten whelp
we sing
we cry
we beg
we just... d..i..e -...
created by a Bloke
to satisfy some need
by planting the seed
of greed
of hate
of suffering
of a fate
not for us to make
but just to participate?
Does He sit on His throne
in a kingdom grown
using ignorance and fear
through those who give ear
and points
and stomps
and laughs
and romps through
time immemorial
causing chaos deplorable?
And while slapping His knee
we all pray to He
calling for help
like a beaten whelp
we sing
we cry
we beg
we just... d..i..e -...
533 reads
2 Comments
Haiku - Sshhhh
see the windswept plain
Old Man Winter settles in
a snowflake falls, sshhhh.
Old Man Winter settles in
a snowflake falls, sshhhh.
622 reads
8 Comments
A Moment
Breath in, breath out;
my eyes close and
I'm embraced by the darkness.
Breath in... ... breath out;
my body relaxes whilst
I show no expression, no movement as
my heartbeat slows -
pitter, pat... pitter......pat........pit...
Breath in... ... ... breath out;
my thoughts disperse and dissipate yet
fear, worry, regret remains a
brief moment, then all is silent.
Breath in... ... ... ... b r e a t h o u t;
a moment of total awarness -
then Peace.
my eyes close and
I'm embraced by the darkness.
Breath in... ... breath out;
my body relaxes whilst
I show no expression, no movement as
my heartbeat slows -
pitter, pat... pitter......pat........pit...
Breath in... ... ... breath out;
my thoughts disperse and dissipate yet
fear, worry, regret remains a
brief moment, then all is silent.
Breath in... ... ... ... b r e a t h o u t;
a moment of total awarness -
then Peace.
738 reads
6 Comments
Released
Like a bubble I'm meant to be
lighter than air and flying free
above the clouds and past the moon
amongst the stars where I can swoon.
Release me from the human race
to drift alone beyond outer space
and care and worry are left to pass
beyond the place where I rest at last.
lighter than air and flying free
above the clouds and past the moon
amongst the stars where I can swoon.
Release me from the human race
to drift alone beyond outer space
and care and worry are left to pass
beyond the place where I rest at last.
653 reads
6 Comments
A Poet's Dilemma
A short white candle,
burning
on the desk.
Ink and blotter,
a pen
at rest.
A piece of paper,
no lines
no rhymes.
Its brothers,
crumpled
a thousand times.
burning
on the desk.
Ink and blotter,
a pen
at rest.
A piece of paper,
no lines
no rhymes.
Its brothers,
crumpled
a thousand times.
631 reads
10 Comments
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