Submissions by iowahuman
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
will never stop the writes
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
2nd Nov 2016 6:10pm
2nd Nov 2016 6:10pm
they of the unfit
it's all bullshit
written my the men in drab
in the caves of iraq or in iran
sealed from women
they wrote and selves did flagellate
some were smart -
and cut their evil members
in a moment of sane truth hate
i shout in ask:
these are the men?
you give memory to? - with your life?
with your kids? - with your wife?
that you want ME to adore and to follow?
i say to you
use your head
they are icks!
they swine - they wallow!
their regurg words
of great repeat and do licky-swallow!
you...
written my the men in drab
in the caves of iraq or in iran
sealed from women
they wrote and selves did flagellate
some were smart -
and cut their evil members
in a moment of sane truth hate
i shout in ask:
these are the men?
you give memory to? - with your life?
with your kids? - with your wife?
that you want ME to adore and to follow?
i say to you
use your head
they are icks!
they swine - they wallow!
their regurg words
of great repeat and do licky-swallow!
you...
448 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
2nd Nov 2016 4:58pm
2nd Nov 2016 4:58pm
fine lone walker
i became the odd one out
and remain thus odd-ited
yet've grown since
stouted
hurt me once and you are gone
gone baby
- like a sneeze or a well-placed fart
- outta here
i've no time for liars
nor big-ego-talkers
y'all gotta go
for i'm a fine lone walker
find me found upon a path un-feign
with arching limbs to shelter
and heavy the drops - big pats of rain -
they quench me in my welter
i've not a need
of a here or an after
ever - no more pain-seed
unless i'm grave...
and remain thus odd-ited
yet've grown since
stouted
hurt me once and you are gone
gone baby
- like a sneeze or a well-placed fart
- outta here
i've no time for liars
nor big-ego-talkers
y'all gotta go
for i'm a fine lone walker
find me found upon a path un-feign
with arching limbs to shelter
and heavy the drops - big pats of rain -
they quench me in my welter
i've not a need
of a here or an after
ever - no more pain-seed
unless i'm grave...
580 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Oct 2016 10:58pm
30th Oct 2016 10:58pm
directions for neurons
which way do you want your neurons to go?
first off -
are they black
or are they white?
do they left
or do they right?
are they upping or downing?
are they smiling or are they frowning?
are they quarks? sending us on larks?
tell me
little red children of the sun
are we rare or are we done?
do we have what it takes?
tell me...
is it okay to get out of bed?
the way things are
in my head?
things are spinning black
and others jumping white
but squares of grey
take every of my day ...
first off -
are they black
or are they white?
do they left
or do they right?
are they upping or downing?
are they smiling or are they frowning?
are they quarks? sending us on larks?
tell me
little red children of the sun
are we rare or are we done?
do we have what it takes?
tell me...
is it okay to get out of bed?
the way things are
in my head?
things are spinning black
and others jumping white
but squares of grey
take every of my day ...
536 reads
3 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
28th Oct 2016 1:21am
28th Oct 2016 1:21am
my dearest carter
i think of you frequently
while pacing the grounds
- the keep in which i am kept
in my mind
- together in step
we walk through the broad hall
we stride upon knee-scrubbed stone floors
my fabric whispers and your medals clink
i hope you are well
may my thoughts speed to you darling
may they fly to you
upon wings of light
forever
your love
while pacing the grounds
- the keep in which i am kept
in my mind
- together in step
we walk through the broad hall
we stride upon knee-scrubbed stone floors
my fabric whispers and your medals clink
i hope you are well
may my thoughts speed to you darling
may they fly to you
upon wings of light
forever
your love
455 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Oct 2016 11:56pm
27th Oct 2016 11:56pm
attention big ag
i
the lowly human
do say:
poison my land
rich
poison my air
white
poison my food
mother
poison my kids
fucker
mother earth
in all her glory
too doth say:
rich
poison my skin
white
poison my breath
mother
poison my energy
fucker
poison my future
my neighbors
i know who you are
you sprayers
you drillers
you life-eradicators
i know who you are
and now you know
who i am
and how i roll
book 22...
the lowly human
do say:
poison my land
rich
poison my air
white
poison my food
mother
poison my kids
fucker
mother earth
in all her glory
too doth say:
rich
poison my skin
white
poison my breath
mother
poison my energy
fucker
poison my future
my neighbors
i know who you are
you sprayers
you drillers
you life-eradicators
i know who you are
and now you know
who i am
and how i roll
book 22...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Oct 2016 9:32pm
24th Oct 2016 9:32pm
hid in my yaps
who out there?
who among my narrow readers
can listen to my typing nail-taps
and truly know the hid
hid in my yaps?
who cares to know the flotsam
behind and below and beyonder?
what meanings come through
to my little friend to you?
are ya glad ya took the time
with me in brief to wander?
who among my narrow readers
can listen to my typing nail-taps
and truly know the hid
hid in my yaps?
who cares to know the flotsam
behind and below and beyonder?
what meanings come through
to my little friend to you?
are ya glad ya took the time
with me in brief to wander?
498 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Oct 2016 10:44pm
20th Oct 2016 10:44pm
girl fleas
don't give up clown-girl
don't you give
he's a mite
an' i'm a queen
i'm a-stroll
i'm a flower petal bestow
an' that mite there
small
grabbing
claws robbing
is an itch to my bitch
see his little hop
his jumping hope to stop
my sole upon
his skeleton-exo
a-crunch from heel to toe
don't you give
he's a mite
an' i'm a queen
i'm a-stroll
i'm a flower petal bestow
an' that mite there
small
grabbing
claws robbing
is an itch to my bitch
see his little hop
his jumping hope to stop
my sole upon
his skeleton-exo
a-crunch from heel to toe
535 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Oct 2016 5:20pm
12th Oct 2016 5:20pm
i am yemen
america
i was just a kid when we met
on that terrible day
and i couldn't imagine what it meant
my family was safe in lodge
good things were in my village
but then your bombs rained
and now i have america to think of -
- of the so many dead and maimed
and of my parents - dead - blood-stained
i have an orphanage
somewhere
i have a missing arm - scarred lungs
and little sister was made blind in your carnage
american arms sold to saudi hands
set my view of america
for their bombs killed my family
...
i was just a kid when we met
on that terrible day
and i couldn't imagine what it meant
my family was safe in lodge
good things were in my village
but then your bombs rained
and now i have america to think of -
- of the so many dead and maimed
and of my parents - dead - blood-stained
i have an orphanage
somewhere
i have a missing arm - scarred lungs
and little sister was made blind in your carnage
american arms sold to saudi hands
set my view of america
for their bombs killed my family
...
660 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
5th Oct 2016 4:33pm
5th Oct 2016 4:33pm
a'tween
a-twixt and a-tween
a place hard an' a rock
i cannot spin or dance
i cannot pace
i will not sing their terrible songs
so i am caged
so alone
in the heavy dark
i am thirsty
and things in close corners
scurry
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a place hard an' a rock
i cannot spin or dance
i cannot pace
i will not sing their terrible songs
so i am caged
so alone
in the heavy dark
i am thirsty
and things in close corners
scurry
100516
522 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Sep 2016 6:38am
2nd Sep 2016 6:38am
poems circle back
i sure should take care of the cavern crater
that somehow centered in my own center
sure.
do something with a crater
so strange
that the son-of-a-bitch doesn't even echo
where water flows and doesn't make a sound
the land where cricket girls chirp
and fairies play where they shouldn't...
how does one climb away
from such mental winks?
we surely can't shirk or shrink
but how to continue
when things are known of
that lurk and loam for light?
what then?
sit and sigh?
drink?
...
that somehow centered in my own center
sure.
do something with a crater
so strange
that the son-of-a-bitch doesn't even echo
where water flows and doesn't make a sound
the land where cricket girls chirp
and fairies play where they shouldn't...
how does one climb away
from such mental winks?
we surely can't shirk or shrink
but how to continue
when things are known of
that lurk and loam for light?
what then?
sit and sigh?
drink?
...
534 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Aug 2016 10:02pm
26th Aug 2016 10:02pm
lizard love
a man fell
into the arms
of a great green lizard
he sighed
to be there at last
and tears ran from his resting eyes
years rewound
from his wrinkle face
he felt strength return
in limb
in mind
in yearns
while slowly and with gentle
the great green cuddled him
it nuzzled
it began to lick
to taste...
into the arms
of a great green lizard
he sighed
to be there at last
and tears ran from his resting eyes
years rewound
from his wrinkle face
he felt strength return
in limb
in mind
in yearns
while slowly and with gentle
the great green cuddled him
it nuzzled
it began to lick
to taste...
472 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Aug 2016 7:17am
24th Aug 2016 7:17am
until his past
he walked
uncommon steps
linking together
stretching
from his future
until his past
all the while
willing his farewell
on unwilling feet
to take him where he did not want to go
uncommon steps
linking together
stretching
from his future
until his past
all the while
willing his farewell
on unwilling feet
to take him where he did not want to go
494 reads
3 Comments
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