Submissions by iowahuman
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
will never stop the writes
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Dec 2019 2:07pm
6th Dec 2019 2:07pm
toes across the line
toes across the line
there was a line a while back
a few decades ago
that I - with a delicate
and with a certain slow
did dip over my toe
don't you too
dip your digits
or your pen
over that line
there's something
on the otherside
that will pull
you
in
sure as sin
it will pull you in
an' you'll slide
like a hot-slick birth
into that - this -
otherside-land of missing mirth
toes in 'tan's lair so dipped
in...
there was a line a while back
a few decades ago
that I - with a delicate
and with a certain slow
did dip over my toe
don't you too
dip your digits
or your pen
over that line
there's something
on the otherside
that will pull
you
in
sure as sin
it will pull you in
an' you'll slide
like a hot-slick birth
into that - this -
otherside-land of missing mirth
toes in 'tan's lair so dipped
in...
#LifeAsAWriter
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Apr 2018 8:16am
2nd Apr 2018 8:16am
bathe and leave
bathe your face
into thoughts that are old in ways
yet here again in our now
those important thoughts
are here anew
demanding
not begging -
answers
let yourself be -
- de-bunked
and soaked with a new baptismal wet
you will breathe
that of the truth
you're able to get
may you begin to think
in the ways i can see...
in the ways
humanity needs
fellow earthians
we must all lean away.
lean away
lean away
lean away from the...
into thoughts that are old in ways
yet here again in our now
those important thoughts
are here anew
demanding
not begging -
answers
let yourself be -
- de-bunked
and soaked with a new baptismal wet
you will breathe
that of the truth
you're able to get
may you begin to think
in the ways i can see...
in the ways
humanity needs
fellow earthians
we must all lean away.
lean away
lean away
lean away from the...
#honesty
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SELF POEM
Published
1st Apr 2018 6:45am
1st Apr 2018 6:45am
a puddle of a woman
a drooling puddle of a woman
who would rather be a cricket
with no carbon footprint
the spittling of a woman
endangering her soul -
she flirts in heresy's thicket
and unburdens all for you in toll
she muddles
in her rickshaw ricket
pedaling for readers
and other speakers
of the same squeak
to up! and up-speak!
she meddles in the things that be
that the powerful 'he's'
want left alone
she of the little roaring squeak
screams unlike the other squeakers
she's a...
who would rather be a cricket
with no carbon footprint
the spittling of a woman
endangering her soul -
she flirts in heresy's thicket
and unburdens all for you in toll
she muddles
in her rickshaw ricket
pedaling for readers
and other speakers
of the same squeak
to up! and up-speak!
she meddles in the things that be
that the powerful 'he's'
want left alone
she of the little roaring squeak
screams unlike the other squeakers
she's a...
#WritingPoetry
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Apr 2018 5:45am
1st Apr 2018 5:45am
writ-hurdle
when there's not a thing new
to nail-tap-type-spittle-spew...
i seem kinda curdled
the writ an unable hurdle...
mind stalled
hands smalled
i feel a kind of stay
within which i've nothing to say...
but...
i'm hard on my way to you
trying vainly
to renew
to nail-tap-type-spittle-spew...
i seem kinda curdled
the writ an unable hurdle...
mind stalled
hands smalled
i feel a kind of stay
within which i've nothing to say...
but...
i'm hard on my way to you
trying vainly
to renew
#WritingPoetry
#WritersBlock
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SELF POEM
Published
31st Mar 2018 6:45am
31st Mar 2018 6:45am
musted things
i write of musted things
rusting
in need of release
i write of things
needing questioned
and things needing shouted - saided
either way...
i write yesterday
and today
the god has something for me tomorrow
but at this moment
i just don't know
rusting
in need of release
i write of things
needing questioned
and things needing shouted - saided
either way...
i write yesterday
and today
the god has something for me tomorrow
but at this moment
i just don't know
#WritingPoetry
#LifeAsAWriter
#myself
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Feb 2018 11:50pm
21st Feb 2018 11:50pm
all the words
all the words
in the world are good
but are no good
and mean nothing
if you test nothing in society
from within the utter withholdance of your words
use your words
to speak truth to power
no matter your cell
no matter your late hour
may your words forever
convey your try
for in this act of this
you may die
but forever you shall speak!
in the world are good
but are no good
and mean nothing
if you test nothing in society
from within the utter withholdance of your words
use your words
to speak truth to power
no matter your cell
no matter your late hour
may your words forever
convey your try
for in this act of this
you may die
but forever you shall speak!
#identity
#mirror
#MyInspiration
#myself
#SelfReflection
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Jan 2018 2:19am
13th Jan 2018 2:19am
being a poet
being a poet
means
you ride
a slick sled of a game
means
you slide
on the edge of the sane
means
you write
of truths to illuminate
and means
you're right
and outside the community's gate
means
you ride
a slick sled of a game
means
you slide
on the edge of the sane
means
you write
of truths to illuminate
and means
you're right
and outside the community's gate
#identity
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#myself
#SelfReflection
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SELF POEM
Published
23rd Dec 2017 9:11pm
23rd Dec 2017 9:11pm
claim the stage
el arbi' - as recorded live in lugano...
- i can sing it
and i want to sing it
on a cold winter night
in paris...
in the one quarter
where it would be okay
for me to sing in arabic
where people would smile at my bravado
where people would drink their drinks in the smoky-near-dark
and nod their heads with weight
fabric and food...
colors and sounds...
plump waitresses hustle by
wafting in their wake
aromas of things not yet tasted...
i want to claim the stage
- i can sing it
and i want to sing it
on a cold winter night
in paris...
in the one quarter
where it would be okay
for me to sing in arabic
where people would smile at my bravado
where people would drink their drinks in the smoky-near-dark
and nod their heads with weight
fabric and food...
colors and sounds...
plump waitresses hustle by
wafting in their wake
aromas of things not yet tasted...
i want to claim the stage
#dance
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Dec 2017 5:26am
8th Dec 2017 5:26am
israel I
the bullied
have became
the bullies
but support them
- at all costs!
bless them, too
- for they're not using gas
- on the people they've made-land-lost
- at long last
now - here - in our time
we can see them...
filling camps with 'the others'...
camps so big
they used to be territories
containing an entire people
now - here - in our time
they're arresting twelve-year-olds
in the middle of the night
for throwing rocks
at the soldiers
who...
have became
the bullies
but support them
- at all costs!
bless them, too
- for they're not using gas
- on the people they've made-land-lost
- at long last
now - here - in our time
we can see them...
filling camps with 'the others'...
camps so big
they used to be territories
containing an entire people
now - here - in our time
they're arresting twelve-year-olds
in the middle of the night
for throwing rocks
at the soldiers
who...
#LifeCycle
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SELF POEM
Published
8th Dec 2017 4:22am
8th Dec 2017 4:22am
crazed irrevocably
being slightly
or irrevocably
crazy
lets you see things
in ways
the normals
don't see
and could never profess
thus here
i pro- and con- fess
one - my insanity
two - your crappy 'normal' world
and three - the solution for our collective egress
or irrevocably
crazy
lets you see things
in ways
the normals
don't see
and could never profess
thus here
i pro- and con- fess
one - my insanity
two - your crappy 'normal' world
and three - the solution for our collective egress
#SelfReflection
#philosophical
#StreamOfConsciousness
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
3rd Dec 2017 4:26pm
3rd Dec 2017 4:26pm
a one and a two
up down
right left
light dark
life death
good evil
spirit matter
good god
bad god
yes i said this...
stay with me...
things are paired
their opposites wired
long long ages ago
we innocent souls
here - flesh-trapped thus
are indeed trapped
by our maker-god
ripped from the soul realm
we are caged in a skin
of our maker-god's truss
this god was angry
with its children's disobey
it swore to hurt them
with floods and famines
and fire and war...
right left
light dark
life death
good evil
spirit matter
good god
bad god
yes i said this...
stay with me...
things are paired
their opposites wired
long long ages ago
we innocent souls
here - flesh-trapped thus
are indeed trapped
by our maker-god
ripped from the soul realm
we are caged in a skin
of our maker-god's truss
this god was angry
with its children's disobey
it swore to hurt them
with floods and famines
and fire and war...
#religion
#rhyming
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Nov 2017 4:35am
24th Nov 2017 4:35am
coming on clouds?
poetry and thought
have led me -
have bled me -
into to a me -
i never knew i'd see
an' i've found a thought to share
...stumbled upon
as i type in dare...
a zip-line
here
mumbled from me -
- trapped as a certain kind -
to you there -
- safe in your mind...
do you -
after seeing the earth -
- as we can now tech-see...
do you think there?
- here?
is a god who trues in care?
and who?
who's comin' on clouds to help?
and when?
when the ...
have led me -
have bled me -
into to a me -
i never knew i'd see
an' i've found a thought to share
...stumbled upon
as i type in dare...
a zip-line
here
mumbled from me -
- trapped as a certain kind -
to you there -
- safe in your mind...
do you -
after seeing the earth -
- as we can now tech-see...
do you think there?
- here?
is a god who trues in care?
and who?
who's comin' on clouds to help?
and when?
when the ...
#PopCulture
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