Submissions by down2dirt
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Been out of writing for awhile. My muse drug me here snd dropped me off. We’ll see what happens
first light
the haunting capricious shadow of darkness
scatters down windswept streets
darting in and out of alleyways
knowing all the shortcuts
light fades
silhouetting icy breath
the high tide of regret
spilling over the river bank
piling up in empty lots
hiding in dead ends
face turned away from passers by
eliciting no invitations
preferring it’s own company
yet fancying itself a good listener
learning much
knowing when to intercede
when hope is lost
washed up on the rocks
wading out into itself ...
scatters down windswept streets
darting in and out of alleyways
knowing all the shortcuts
light fades
silhouetting icy breath
the high tide of regret
spilling over the river bank
piling up in empty lots
hiding in dead ends
face turned away from passers by
eliciting no invitations
preferring it’s own company
yet fancying itself a good listener
learning much
knowing when to intercede
when hope is lost
washed up on the rocks
wading out into itself ...
#anxiety
#apathy
#disability
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fast and furious
caught up in the highs and lows of it
she departed the arid deserts of her birth
on an ocean journey with no particular destination
hoping for some island hopping for what it’s worth
toured the Caribbean at a pretty good clip
approaching each island the weather turned foul
tourists feared her like windblown rain and waves
anger rapped tighter around her until it growled
the papers spotted her around Jamaica for a day
then noted she died in the mountains down Mexico way
she departed the arid deserts of her birth
on an ocean journey with no particular destination
hoping for some island hopping for what it’s worth
toured the Caribbean at a pretty good clip
approaching each island the weather turned foul
tourists feared her like windblown rain and waves
anger rapped tighter around her until it growled
the papers spotted her around Jamaica for a day
then noted she died in the mountains down Mexico way
#water
91 reads
2 Comments
western channel dreams
#obsession
#relationships
124 reads
4 Comments
south of her borders
Ai Yi Yi Yi
I’m her taco bandito
I like them crunchy
she don’t like them soft
and after siesta
when shes late for work
I stuff her shell
and help her get off
fresh from my cold dip in the pool
up on the ladder picking my lemon tree
I saw my wife and her girlfriends
all of them staring up at me
I said, ladies when I climb down
I’ll make lemonade for us all
they said what we see from down here
your lemons they are much too small
Ai Yi Yi Yi
I’m her taco bandito
I like them crunchy ...
I’m her taco bandito
I like them crunchy
she don’t like them soft
and after siesta
when shes late for work
I stuff her shell
and help her get off
fresh from my cold dip in the pool
up on the ladder picking my lemon tree
I saw my wife and her girlfriends
all of them staring up at me
I said, ladies when I climb down
I’ll make lemonade for us all
they said what we see from down here
your lemons they are much too small
Ai Yi Yi Yi
I’m her taco bandito
I like them crunchy ...
#alcohol
#food
161 reads
9 Comments
hung like ripe fruit
something about the moon tonight
walking this sandy shore
twinkling reflections off waves
the same as every time before
it’s hung in the same spot
big and bright and full
it’s silvery shadow washing ashore
a pirates sparkling jewel
I could let sail this sea shell
and hit it I truly do believe
but distance and true love
are not as close as I’d perceived
walking this sandy shore
twinkling reflections off waves
the same as every time before
it’s hung in the same spot
big and bright and full
it’s silvery shadow washing ashore
a pirates sparkling jewel
I could let sail this sea shell
and hit it I truly do believe
but distance and true love
are not as close as I’d perceived
#moon
118 reads
4 Comments
sock prints on the path
#relationships
139 reads
6 Comments
a bunch of noise
a demon crouched upon it’s haunches
staring woefully into the fire
its violin used as kindling
cracking and splintering a bassless choir
each string separately
did twang and pop
the tuning keys unwound
and hot potato dropped
the F holes spewed fire
Mr Daniel’s laughed
hot steam cracked the rocks
bow drawn, it split the path
spruce curled and whistled notes
that make wild dogs turn and stare
while the ribs of the instrument
collapsed into a crescendo of sparkling flares
the demon weary of the game
poked a...
staring woefully into the fire
its violin used as kindling
cracking and splintering a bassless choir
each string separately
did twang and pop
the tuning keys unwound
and hot potato dropped
the F holes spewed fire
Mr Daniel’s laughed
hot steam cracked the rocks
bow drawn, it split the path
spruce curled and whistled notes
that make wild dogs turn and stare
while the ribs of the instrument
collapsed into a crescendo of sparkling flares
the demon weary of the game
poked a...
#fate
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pecking order
granny rinses her coffee cup in the sink
screen door screeches her departure
disgruntled hens squawk her arrival
her vengeance quick, dinner secured
a well practiced wrist snap
another rooster won’t announce another dawn
the rest of the flock scratching mornings grain
their pea sized brains not realizing he’s gone
before grandpa can hoe a row free of weeds
a sharp knife and practiced hands
have drawn, quartered, salt, peppered
and floured what’s sizzling in the frying pan
at just 4 feet granny command’s a tight kitchen
at just...
screen door screeches her departure
disgruntled hens squawk her arrival
her vengeance quick, dinner secured
a well practiced wrist snap
another rooster won’t announce another dawn
the rest of the flock scratching mornings grain
their pea sized brains not realizing he’s gone
before grandpa can hoe a row free of weeds
a sharp knife and practiced hands
have drawn, quartered, salt, peppered
and floured what’s sizzling in the frying pan
at just 4 feet granny command’s a tight kitchen
at just...
#humankind
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working out the kinks
#dating
#LookingForLove
#nostalgia
155 reads
2 Comments
big ol’ perky titty (another fractured nursery rhyme)
#happiness
#kindness
129 reads
4 Comments
beyond the reef
she told him they were floundering
two shrimp without a fondue
spiny sea urchin emotions
in a brackish tidal pool
never succeeding in true north
destined to swim up stream
salmon with recurring nightmares
in the Fall of their spring
drunken confession - love at sea
release found in the abyss
her uncharted waters only
where the cruise ships flushed their piss
wished for her - reincarnation
a gull on tropical shores
stealing tourists hotdog wieners
crapping on their perfect s’mores
two shrimp without a fondue
spiny sea urchin emotions
in a brackish tidal pool
never succeeding in true north
destined to swim up stream
salmon with recurring nightmares
in the Fall of their spring
drunken confession - love at sea
release found in the abyss
her uncharted waters only
where the cruise ships flushed their piss
wished for her - reincarnation
a gull on tropical shores
stealing tourists hotdog wieners
crapping on their perfect s’mores
#LifeCycle
130 reads
2 Comments
wonder land
the jingle bells are all quiet
colored lights no longer flashing
clinging to rusted nails
watching winter and spring clashing
street walkers, neighbors
try not to point, heads shake
yet the urge to leave anonymous notes
culls the committed from half baked
still no matter the season
or what etiquette deems
joy bubbles like a fountain
in this cul-de-sac of dreams
Frosty a lone sentinel
half hidden by uncut St Augustine
the savior of forget-me-nots
defies manicured schemes
the once fresh cut pine wreath
lies...
colored lights no longer flashing
clinging to rusted nails
watching winter and spring clashing
street walkers, neighbors
try not to point, heads shake
yet the urge to leave anonymous notes
culls the committed from half baked
still no matter the season
or what etiquette deems
joy bubbles like a fountain
in this cul-de-sac of dreams
Frosty a lone sentinel
half hidden by uncut St Augustine
the savior of forget-me-nots
defies manicured schemes
the once fresh cut pine wreath
lies...
#tradition
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