Submissions by davidchirko (David Chirko)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Like Goethe, I would some day like to be thought of as a poet-psychologist, reflecting the quintessence of man's enigma.
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
30th Jun 2020 3:17am
30th Jun 2020 3:17am
Silence Breeds No Mania
From the outer silence there shines within
The Spirit, that espouses our innermost Being.
Through the embodiment of its translucence,
Flow the motions of transcendence.
In the tranquility of soundlessness
Pour the Way-showers of His cascading love,
Eternally replenishing our barren parts;
As serenity rules the patience of waiting hearts.
For silence is never heard;
But the Spirit, realized by those only
Sincerely immersed, in the thought of His presence,
As the Grace in His arms unfold His immanence.
But in every...
The Spirit, that espouses our innermost Being.
Through the embodiment of its translucence,
Flow the motions of transcendence.
In the tranquility of soundlessness
Pour the Way-showers of His cascading love,
Eternally replenishing our barren parts;
As serenity rules the patience of waiting hearts.
For silence is never heard;
But the Spirit, realized by those only
Sincerely immersed, in the thought of His presence,
As the Grace in His arms unfold His immanence.
But in every...
#religion
#faith
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
#curse
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ANGER POEM
Published
23rd Jun 2020 00:28am
23rd Jun 2020 00:28am
I Have A Dream
Let freedom ring,” he’d say,
From perturbed rubies, that were his lips,
Bent below aborted, disturbing eyes.
The russet sunsets of Manhattan
And breaking cornfields of Louisiana,
Each bereaved of their Messiah, now gone.
He had a hope,
He had a prayer,
And he had a dream.
Resurrected in the tears and aspirations
Of those few, who weren’t piercing
The blood and water from out of his side.
His faith folded in eroding rocks, unflinching,
Furnishing the Atlantic with a shoulder,
To batter...
From perturbed rubies, that were his lips,
Bent below aborted, disturbing eyes.
The russet sunsets of Manhattan
And breaking cornfields of Louisiana,
Each bereaved of their Messiah, now gone.
He had a hope,
He had a prayer,
And he had a dream.
Resurrected in the tears and aspirations
Of those few, who weren’t piercing
The blood and water from out of his side.
His faith folded in eroding rocks, unflinching,
Furnishing the Atlantic with a shoulder,
To batter...
#strength
#hope
#courage
#admiration
#respect
373 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Jun 2020 00:32am
15th Jun 2020 00:32am
The Donovan
A historic pavement flows through part of a town,
where England’s Queen in a DeSoto once rode,
owned by the “Neighborhood King,” of renown.
Where the scent and glory of that “fresh Hunky air”
thrives in a Carpathian-Croatian wilderness –
a boulder-metropolized thoroughfare.
Tar paper skyscrapers house a warm felicity,
gripped by the verdure of manicured lawns,
fenced in a neoclassical artistry.
The pool room and bars are a stable sickness;
the local gang gone with...
where England’s Queen in a DeSoto once rode,
owned by the “Neighborhood King,” of renown.
Where the scent and glory of that “fresh Hunky air”
thrives in a Carpathian-Croatian wilderness –
a boulder-metropolized thoroughfare.
Tar paper skyscrapers house a warm felicity,
gripped by the verdure of manicured lawns,
fenced in a neoclassical artistry.
The pool room and bars are a stable sickness;
the local gang gone with...
#childhood
#family
#memories
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0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Jun 2020 9:37pm
10th Jun 2020 9:37pm
(A) Poem:
Green means this land;
it leads me to fiords,
where an icy blue strand
refreshes his melody, below.
Like green, becoming blue,
the forest is a mountain, cool;
in the darkness I walk through,
to fonts of frosty fragrance.
Under my lonely feet
the birches accompany me,
whose floor is a mystery, replete -
a garden of gossamer lime.
The symphonies forever sing,
like its Northern birds;
a memory will sweetly ring,
for...
it leads me to fiords,
where an icy blue strand
refreshes his melody, below.
Like green, becoming blue,
the forest is a mountain, cool;
in the darkness I walk through,
to fonts of frosty fragrance.
Under my lonely feet
the birches accompany me,
whose floor is a mystery, replete -
a garden of gossamer lime.
The symphonies forever sing,
like its Northern birds;
a memory will sweetly ring,
for...
#music
297 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Jun 2020 00:15am
10th Jun 2020 00:15am
The Beloved Of Two Requiems
Reclining in his indifference
that feels in the first dimension
there float the hurts
atop Primal pools
For pain is a cloud
an intangible wave
that reaches a shore
where no warm is found
There he’s separated by two eternities
as his tears abashed
trickle down and absorb
the walls of his frozen silence
which cloak and detour
the words at the edge of his lips
only the Third Ear could see
So he travelled those few hundred miles
to reach the broken silence
of his fledgling wound
whose...
that feels in the first dimension
there float the hurts
atop Primal pools
For pain is a cloud
an intangible wave
that reaches a shore
where no warm is found
There he’s separated by two eternities
as his tears abashed
trickle down and absorb
the walls of his frozen silence
which cloak and detour
the words at the edge of his lips
only the Third Ear could see
So he travelled those few hundred miles
to reach the broken silence
of his fledgling wound
whose...
#father
#parent
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1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
8th Jun 2020 8:27pm
8th Jun 2020 8:27pm
Metamorphosis of Naricssus
Imbibe they, the crystal shallowness,
Glowing, in minds of disharmony.
My thoughts intuit decrepitness
In their eyes, that murder me.
With daggers sharp, within,
Wherever I walk every day.
Eternity grows so thin,
To the sojourn, as I make my way.
Down its corridors, I realize
Where Vlaminck rapes Renoir,
As Dali’s visions bastardize,
My mind, he’s painted thus far.
And in the mission’s silence,
My travels begin to write,
What is unknown to my audience,
In the mansions of my flight.
Over the...
Glowing, in minds of disharmony.
My thoughts intuit decrepitness
In their eyes, that murder me.
With daggers sharp, within,
Wherever I walk every day.
Eternity grows so thin,
To the sojourn, as I make my way.
Down its corridors, I realize
Where Vlaminck rapes Renoir,
As Dali’s visions bastardize,
My mind, he’s painted thus far.
And in the mission’s silence,
My travels begin to write,
What is unknown to my audience,
In the mansions of my flight.
Over the...
#oppression
#LifeStruggles
323 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Jun 2020 6:26pm
7th Jun 2020 6:26pm
History Returns To New York
Today is theirs, swollen from the ache of infamy;
Heroes played, and were felled where pride had sat,
For the fields are visions, that adulate their misery,
As those who live by the bat, die by the bat -
Because Victory is always the last and bitter destiny.
Heroes played, and were felled where pride had sat,
For the fields are visions, that adulate their misery,
As those who live by the bat, die by the bat -
Because Victory is always the last and bitter destiny.
#gratitude
#bittersweet
244 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Jun 2020 11:38pm
6th Jun 2020 11:38pm
A Boy And His Dog
Over the hill
a boy and his dog
a laugh and a bark
youth with its spark
At the bottom a bed
with no healing hand
to visit his dreams
with fate's useless schemes
Beyond the hill
the dog runs alone
with skies and trees
the end with disease
a boy and his dog
a laugh and a bark
youth with its spark
At the bottom a bed
with no healing hand
to visit his dreams
with fate's useless schemes
Beyond the hill
the dog runs alone
with skies and trees
the end with disease
#illness
#cancer
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1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
5th Jun 2020 11:27pm
5th Jun 2020 11:27pm
In The Year 1985
of the names that are filled
in your book that are written
mine has been stilled
by the hand that has smitten
my hopes that had willed
a wondrous world so
in a coming utopia
the place in tomorrow
where we breathe euphoria
whose tears have no sorrow
but a meaningful vision
has been brushed away
and though i envision
what i live for each day
it’s a floundered delusion
on a bench you then lay
drunk with...
in your book that are written
mine has been stilled
by the hand that has smitten
my hopes that had willed
a wondrous world so
in a coming utopia
the place in tomorrow
where we breathe euphoria
whose tears have no sorrow
but a meaningful vision
has been brushed away
and though i envision
what i live for each day
it’s a floundered delusion
on a bench you then lay
drunk with...
#luck
339 reads
1 Comment
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
4th Jun 2020 11:44pm
4th Jun 2020 11:44pm
Where I once Died
Golden phallus of smoking greed kisses a now blackened, clouded sky,
Splashing its filth and fury over the rusted paths, where decades of feet have trodden,
To keep the breath of a rock memory, in a mineralized civilization.
Myriads have come to worship what you’d call “a living,” where everything is dying;
While burning, molten insanities spit out from sparkling tongues, everywhere,
Licking the world, now drained, with metal rivers that flow on, inexorably, to whoever cares.
Never ceasing, never subsiding, not even...
Splashing its filth and fury over the rusted paths, where decades of feet have trodden,
To keep the breath of a rock memory, in a mineralized civilization.
Myriads have come to worship what you’d call “a living,” where everything is dying;
While burning, molten insanities spit out from sparkling tongues, everywhere,
Licking the world, now drained, with metal rivers that flow on, inexorably, to whoever cares.
Never ceasing, never subsiding, not even...
#responsibility
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1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Jun 2020 9:34pm
1st Jun 2020 9:34pm
Black Winter
In the silence of a bleeding emptiness,
My visions espouse the enclosed, motionless.
Flowers generate their fervent harmony,
With the ceiling, that serenades a darkened melody.
Soon, mystic chants would caress the silence,
As last thoughts become everlasting moments.
Incense inebriates the awe, with its sweetening rapture,
While the air is shattered with the thought of his departure.
Alone in himself, and alone in his pity,
He succumbed to the most personal liberty.
And left without notice or warning,
Like a...
My visions espouse the enclosed, motionless.
Flowers generate their fervent harmony,
With the ceiling, that serenades a darkened melody.
Soon, mystic chants would caress the silence,
As last thoughts become everlasting moments.
Incense inebriates the awe, with its sweetening rapture,
While the air is shattered with the thought of his departure.
Alone in himself, and alone in his pity,
He succumbed to the most personal liberty.
And left without notice or warning,
Like a...
#love
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1 Comment
ANGER POEM
Published
23rd May 2020 3:54pm
23rd May 2020 3:54pm
“At The Silverberg Department Store”
Twas a century ago, a lifelong dream
Was but in a splash, devoured by greed.
As the pickets sailed, the end did gleam
For the ones who inherited the treasured seed,
At the Silverberg Department Store.
Two years later, his Pirates took the wheel:
A saccharine, sweet voice of lechery
And a sombre little wolf at his heel,
Who prevented a floundering with their treachery,
At the Silverberg Department Store.
Oh his henchmen are the épées of gossip -
Yes-men who serve in every conspiracy;
Finding mutiny in any hand aboard ship,...
Was but in a splash, devoured by greed.
As the pickets sailed, the end did gleam
For the ones who inherited the treasured seed,
At the Silverberg Department Store.
Two years later, his Pirates took the wheel:
A saccharine, sweet voice of lechery
And a sombre little wolf at his heel,
Who prevented a floundering with their treachery,
At the Silverberg Department Store.
Oh his henchmen are the épées of gossip -
Yes-men who serve in every conspiracy;
Finding mutiny in any hand aboard ship,...
#corruption
295 reads
1 Comment
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