Submissions by cold_fusion
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
i tried
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Oct 2017 5:50pm
16th Oct 2017 5:50pm
when the vultures buried their dead
vultures
only see food
dead-meat?
no
that is the imperfect
definition by humans
so
when it's time
to eat
vultures
only see
meat
their own
or not
let rot
they not
fear
the times
when flood
famines
or earthquakes
are not scary anymore
the time
when vultures
buried their dead
Author's note:- scenario, metaphorical- vultures burying their dead, for the entire food chain will become too toxic even for the nature's...
only see food
dead-meat?
no
that is the imperfect
definition by humans
so
when it's time
to eat
vultures
only see
meat
their own
or not
let rot
they not
fear
the times
when flood
famines
or earthquakes
are not scary anymore
the time
when vultures
buried their dead
Author's note:- scenario, metaphorical- vultures burying their dead, for the entire food chain will become too toxic even for the nature's...
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ANGER POEM
Published
16th Oct 2017 11:23am
16th Oct 2017 11:23am
Action, reaction, consequence and the death of conscience
impulse
sometimes good
oft not so
and that is too often
the case
love
at first sight
with
the benefit of hindsight
looks
feels
torture[s]
in the end
the point
that enrages
the coldest
of hearts
is
you start a journey
promising
till death do us apart
then your actions
say otherwise
with reactions
and consequences
not only
to the detriment
but...
sometimes good
oft not so
and that is too often
the case
love
at first sight
with
the benefit of hindsight
looks
feels
torture[s]
in the end
the point
that enrages
the coldest
of hearts
is
you start a journey
promising
till death do us apart
then your actions
say otherwise
with reactions
and consequences
not only
to the detriment
but...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Oct 2017 5:49pm
12th Oct 2017 5:49pm
way above it all
deliverance of self
not attained till
past is cast aside
as path that was
yet it was
and will be
yours
forgiving is for those to give
who are below the hurt
the element invisible
no
not the abstract
but the contract
moving on
is not moving away
but
moving along with
the unpleasant
yet
staying above
what it demands ...
not attained till
past is cast aside
as path that was
yet it was
and will be
yours
forgiving is for those to give
who are below the hurt
the element invisible
no
not the abstract
but the contract
moving on
is not moving away
but
moving along with
the unpleasant
yet
staying above
what it demands ...
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SELF POEM
Published
11th Oct 2017 3:52pm
11th Oct 2017 3:52pm
when the bastards called me crazy
denial
was not an option.
when you are at the peak of your anger
when the vessels on the sides of your forehead swell
and the blood pumping through them
makes everything else inaudible
the whole body every muscle every cell feel as one
and nothing
no pain can stop you
deter you
the word rage is but a meek adjective
nothing
is invincible
death is but an abrupt interruption
if it happens
no fuckin' worries!
was not an option.
when you are at the peak of your anger
when the vessels on the sides of your forehead swell
and the blood pumping through them
makes everything else inaudible
the whole body every muscle every cell feel as one
and nothing
no pain can stop you
deter you
the word rage is but a meek adjective
nothing
is invincible
death is but an abrupt interruption
if it happens
no fuckin' worries!
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Oct 2017 1:32pm
11th Oct 2017 1:32pm
point of no return
is death
and death is
the point
of no return
though this
point in time
too
is one of no return
it however
is not
death
[yet]
the moment
the length of which
is immeasurable in time
is the moment
before
death
and death
is infinite
[black]
blank.
and death is
the point
of no return
though this
point in time
too
is one of no return
it however
is not
death
[yet]
the moment
the length of which
is immeasurable in time
is the moment
before
death
and death
is infinite
[black]
blank.
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
10th Oct 2017 5:24pm
10th Oct 2017 5:24pm
the dust
keeps falling
here we go again
there is no answer
to the why
it
just
does
there
i lay
once unobstructed
to
the sky
till
the dust
came
and kept
adding layers
once
in a long while
it does rain
why?
do not ask
the answer lay
inside
the dust
covered
book
here we go again
there is no answer
to the why
it
just
does
there
i lay
once unobstructed
to
the sky
till
the dust
came
and kept
adding layers
once
in a long while
it does rain
why?
do not ask
the answer lay
inside
the dust
covered
book
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STORY POEM
Published
9th Oct 2017 6:09pm
9th Oct 2017 6:09pm
the man, the cave, the caveman
the cave
found behind the boulder
his trust, the secrets he'd told her
trusting
for rock's not the rusting
to hold his treasure
yet to no good measure
the man
the recluse
the withdrawn
the old man
screamed
from his heart
the long drawn echoes
of the cave
his solace
his joy
his pages
on the book
of vibrations
he rendered
the caveman
for he knew
the rocks...
found behind the boulder
his trust, the secrets he'd told her
trusting
for rock's not the rusting
to hold his treasure
yet to no good measure
the man
the recluse
the withdrawn
the old man
screamed
from his heart
the long drawn echoes
of the cave
his solace
his joy
his pages
on the book
of vibrations
he rendered
the caveman
for he knew
the rocks...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Oct 2017 10:59am
9th Oct 2017 10:59am
maybe just may be
maybe she has gone to sleep
maybe it is time; go deep
find
the meaning of love
of living up to it
for it is not easy
to do anything else
but living for her sake
whilst she is awake
maybe it is time; go deep
find
the meaning of love
of living up to it
for it is not easy
to do anything else
but living for her sake
whilst she is awake
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
8th Oct 2017 2:03am
8th Oct 2017 2:03am
Life... is beautiful
life pulls me away
had to leave"
she said
i say
life is beautiful
she sums up
in few words
what takes me
a page
perhaps longer
i am the cold
of the cement cube
cold to the touch
too hard to absorb
or meld with anything
whilst
she
the epitome
of
fusion of life
of experience
of peaks in joys
and sorrows
of
resilience
under rain
under strain
and
cloudbursts
of calamities
she highlights
the silver lining...
had to leave"
she said
i say
life is beautiful
she sums up
in few words
what takes me
a page
perhaps longer
i am the cold
of the cement cube
cold to the touch
too hard to absorb
or meld with anything
whilst
she
the epitome
of
fusion of life
of experience
of peaks in joys
and sorrows
of
resilience
under rain
under strain
and
cloudbursts
of calamities
she highlights
the silver lining...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Oct 2017 11:43pm
7th Oct 2017 11:43pm
you eat what you throw
Atlantic Salmon
said the Label
highlighted in big letters
"Wild Caught"
brought the images
of pristine ocean
roaring blue, grey
whales breaching
dolphins leaping
a million miles
from the smog covered
city.
Into the trolley it goes.
well blissfully unaware
me
just put back in to the trolley
and soon to be
into my belly
the plastic refuse i threw
the exfoliating nano beads
my...
said the Label
highlighted in big letters
"Wild Caught"
brought the images
of pristine ocean
roaring blue, grey
whales breaching
dolphins leaping
a million miles
from the smog covered
city.
Into the trolley it goes.
well blissfully unaware
me
just put back in to the trolley
and soon to be
into my belly
the plastic refuse i threw
the exfoliating nano beads
my...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
5th Oct 2017 11:40pm
5th Oct 2017 11:40pm
art hidden in plain sight
every heart
carries an art
some carry the art
of masking the aches
some of masking love
behind the widest of grins
and
the loudest of laughs
lie the deepest of aches
deepest of pains
and that indeed
is art
we humans
are good at that
yet not so good
at the opposite
he made
everyone laugh
effortlessly
infectiously
a million miles
the face
from the word
called worry
or it's twin
the pain
yet he left
us gobsmacked.
no
not...
carries an art
some carry the art
of masking the aches
some of masking love
behind the widest of grins
and
the loudest of laughs
lie the deepest of aches
deepest of pains
and that indeed
is art
we humans
are good at that
yet not so good
at the opposite
he made
everyone laugh
effortlessly
infectiously
a million miles
the face
from the word
called worry
or it's twin
the pain
yet he left
us gobsmacked.
no
not...
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SELF POEM
Published
30th Sep 2017 12:04pm
30th Sep 2017 12:04pm
what do you do for living?
... and when they asked me
what do you do
for a living?
i replied
i write poems
i laugh
i cry
i scream
i sing
then they asked well
but how do you afford this big city life?
i replied
this big city is for survivalists
and survival is what i do here
my day job goes a long way
in doing so
well they said, then
isn't that what you call
earning a living?
i replied
with a deep sigh..
and cold air escaping the nostrils
no that is plain, simple ...
what do you do
for a living?
i replied
i write poems
i laugh
i cry
i scream
i sing
then they asked well
but how do you afford this big city life?
i replied
this big city is for survivalists
and survival is what i do here
my day job goes a long way
in doing so
well they said, then
isn't that what you call
earning a living?
i replied
with a deep sigh..
and cold air escaping the nostrils
no that is plain, simple ...
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