Submissions by jIMNUT_rOARIN
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Clumsy gestured strange silence before paneled Judge. Much timetraveled lag, thus employment land ownership not possible. Plastified button, electribright screen lost - A return to desert rocks made, backstroke flowing unto Far Depths once forever again.
DRUGS POEM
Published
20th Mar 2014 5:59am
20th Mar 2014 5:59am
The Control People
Oh how they sneer
at your loss of motor skill,
Oh how they avoid your mind
when it is flushed through the drains
of humiliation.
The only drugs done these days
are the ones that provide
acceptable facial expression...
Anything else which reduces you
to an earlier level,
Anything else which frightens you
to a bad face,
And you just can't talk anymore,
is scoffed at,
and hinted, by subtle gesture,
for you to kindly remove yourself
from the scene,
for the sake of their better party...
You see,
with...
at your loss of motor skill,
Oh how they avoid your mind
when it is flushed through the drains
of humiliation.
The only drugs done these days
are the ones that provide
acceptable facial expression...
Anything else which reduces you
to an earlier level,
Anything else which frightens you
to a bad face,
And you just can't talk anymore,
is scoffed at,
and hinted, by subtle gesture,
for you to kindly remove yourself
from the scene,
for the sake of their better party...
You see,
with...
830 reads
5 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
19th Mar 2014 6:47am
19th Mar 2014 6:47am
I Have Decided... (Predictions Concerning My Poetic Demise) (***Filler***)
I have decided the world need not read my essays.
I have decided that, yes I have.
And the world is a better place
without my letters and emails sent to friends.
But I'm still so addicted, sorry...
Poetry? Sure, a few more, plus some songs.
But they're kind of dumb these days.
And the people should be filled more
with better Lutheran country ethics instead...
Till the land and make the motors run...
Herd the stock and bake the daily bread...
And not be so run-arounded in coffee houses.
Not so...
I have decided that, yes I have.
And the world is a better place
without my letters and emails sent to friends.
But I'm still so addicted, sorry...
Poetry? Sure, a few more, plus some songs.
But they're kind of dumb these days.
And the people should be filled more
with better Lutheran country ethics instead...
Till the land and make the motors run...
Herd the stock and bake the daily bread...
And not be so run-arounded in coffee houses.
Not so...
693 reads
7 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
18th Mar 2014 6:46am
18th Mar 2014 6:46am
Quiet Hotel Wait
Could it be this hotel room
has become a home,
that in its sparseness
and electrical hum,
a home,
that I could never be,
from this time on,
separated from?
and the chatter and laughter
of all their voices outside,
is as another species,
completely benign,
with no reason to encounter.
and the Spirit and matter
of all thought and experience
in this life of everyone,
is just as foreign and contained,
as all the traffic and building
all ceaselessly beyond the window.
here I am in slow...
has become a home,
that in its sparseness
and electrical hum,
a home,
that I could never be,
from this time on,
separated from?
and the chatter and laughter
of all their voices outside,
is as another species,
completely benign,
with no reason to encounter.
and the Spirit and matter
of all thought and experience
in this life of everyone,
is just as foreign and contained,
as all the traffic and building
all ceaselessly beyond the window.
here I am in slow...
798 reads
6 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
17th Mar 2014 5:09am
17th Mar 2014 5:09am
KNOCK KNOCK "Police, Open Up!" (***Filler***)
Listen officers, I cannot explain this mess!
Look, there's no drugs, there's no booze!
Just pure unchartable madness!
I'm sorry you cannot confiscate it!
I'm sorry you cannot regulate it!
I'm sorry you cannot tax it!
Look, there's nothing in this room!
Well, maybe just some sugars, caffeines, vitamins, fats and proteins!
Perhaps some cottons, polyesters, nylons and polypropylenes!
Some plastics, metals, and some rubbers!
Some paper and ink, that's it!"
"Well well, we got quite the jokester here!
Listen kid,...
Look, there's no drugs, there's no booze!
Just pure unchartable madness!
I'm sorry you cannot confiscate it!
I'm sorry you cannot regulate it!
I'm sorry you cannot tax it!
Look, there's nothing in this room!
Well, maybe just some sugars, caffeines, vitamins, fats and proteins!
Perhaps some cottons, polyesters, nylons and polypropylenes!
Some plastics, metals, and some rubbers!
Some paper and ink, that's it!"
"Well well, we got quite the jokester here!
Listen kid,...
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2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Mar 2014 4:55am
16th Mar 2014 4:55am
What build they?!
So how do you find the feeling?
Can you stop this unpeeling
With your timid kneeling?
How terrible to remember what you've learned!
How crushing the teaching is,
When all direction is upturned!
What was so solid with the concept of life?
A stem stuck to a ground under a sky not reached!
No way to push the edge of the expanse!
Just this curdle of little shape!
Yet with a mind insisting such Dimension!
Herein lies all the trouble!
All these clumsy words!
What build they?!
No worries,
You will get away.
Can you stop this unpeeling
With your timid kneeling?
How terrible to remember what you've learned!
How crushing the teaching is,
When all direction is upturned!
What was so solid with the concept of life?
A stem stuck to a ground under a sky not reached!
No way to push the edge of the expanse!
Just this curdle of little shape!
Yet with a mind insisting such Dimension!
Herein lies all the trouble!
All these clumsy words!
What build they?!
No worries,
You will get away.
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SELF POEM
Published
15th Mar 2014 4:50am
15th Mar 2014 4:50am
I am enough
So I should be concerned with the tautness of my body.
Its' smoothness, flexibility, unbroken completion.
Yet I lie unflexed, alone in the spacious.
Like a hero slain on a prominent ground.
All the rubble vacated, an image brought to attention.
All the trouble relocated, yet the fury swings on.
So I am now existing on the build-up of many things.
Encountered, available, passed by and grasped.
It is all still there, yet washed away, unaccountable.
My body is a going, and at times.
But I must let it up, the equations...
Its' smoothness, flexibility, unbroken completion.
Yet I lie unflexed, alone in the spacious.
Like a hero slain on a prominent ground.
All the rubble vacated, an image brought to attention.
All the trouble relocated, yet the fury swings on.
So I am now existing on the build-up of many things.
Encountered, available, passed by and grasped.
It is all still there, yet washed away, unaccountable.
My body is a going, and at times.
But I must let it up, the equations...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
14th Mar 2014 11:44am
14th Mar 2014 11:44am
NIGHT TWO
We are in separate rooms,
Barely able to talk through our body's night.
Yet in the severities of our agreements,
There is a truth repeatedly sparked.
Oh how terrible it is to face the Dark,
When the calm words fail,
That when the decisions and approach of hours
Cause the body to lose sail,
Struck still to a windless tropic sea...
So lift that glass,
For it is a container of time,
And listen to the words of those speaking around,
For there are minds still with levels of control,
And they will protect you,
And all will prevail.
Barely able to talk through our body's night.
Yet in the severities of our agreements,
There is a truth repeatedly sparked.
Oh how terrible it is to face the Dark,
When the calm words fail,
That when the decisions and approach of hours
Cause the body to lose sail,
Struck still to a windless tropic sea...
So lift that glass,
For it is a container of time,
And listen to the words of those speaking around,
For there are minds still with levels of control,
And they will protect you,
And all will prevail.
917 reads
6 Comments
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