Submissions by jamesvan7 (Jimmy Lincoln)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'd like to use poetry as a catalyst for social change. It has the power to make people think and feel new thoughts and feelings, which is important today because so many citizens accept the commonly held, un-examined opinions presented to them.
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
24th Feb 2016 3:12am
24th Feb 2016 3:12am
Trained Thought
#fiction
#prose
#HenryDavidThoreau
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Jan 2015 3:56am
15th Jan 2015 3:56am
I Know You Know
I know you know the golden rule
that rules all others 'cept the fool
he drools at school
his view is skewed
a goulish spool he uses to
accrue untrue and crude
beliefs that leave
the people screwed
and out of luck
without a buck or corn to shuck
I know you know it's true
that in the nude
there's fortitude
that rules all others 'cept the fool
he drools at school
his view is skewed
a goulish spool he uses to
accrue untrue and crude
beliefs that leave
the people screwed
and out of luck
without a buck or corn to shuck
I know you know it's true
that in the nude
there's fortitude
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th Jan 2015 3:52am
15th Jan 2015 3:52am
My Dear
My dear, where have you been?
Oh my I've missed you so.
My my I've lost myself since then.
I swear by my beloved soul
that I appreciate the gift
you give my heart to grow.
Without you I become a smith
without my molten glow.
But now you're back into my arms,
for now, at least, I know.
You help me see, you help me charm
so darling please don't go.
I wouldn't say you're necessary
for me or my craft
but since you've come the things I've done
have blazed my brand new path.
But dear, oh...
Oh my I've missed you so.
My my I've lost myself since then.
I swear by my beloved soul
that I appreciate the gift
you give my heart to grow.
Without you I become a smith
without my molten glow.
But now you're back into my arms,
for now, at least, I know.
You help me see, you help me charm
so darling please don't go.
I wouldn't say you're necessary
for me or my craft
but since you've come the things I've done
have blazed my brand new path.
But dear, oh...
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SONG LYRICS
Published
20th Mar 2014 5:54pm
20th Mar 2014 5:54pm
Transmission 1
Raining and draining is the cycle of the day
people complaining and hating giving me a headache
some use a happy light, others pop happy pills
I don't use either, I don't need em, and I'm happy still
I got that PMA, on some Preston Puma shit
Now I'll hit
ya with a message for y'all
a little drizzle never yanked that ball away
like Lucy did, you see kid?
How can people live like this?
In so much blatant ignorance?
News loves scandal and they fixate on the famous
We gotta get a handle on our culture or they'll shame us
we're...
people complaining and hating giving me a headache
some use a happy light, others pop happy pills
I don't use either, I don't need em, and I'm happy still
I got that PMA, on some Preston Puma shit
Now I'll hit
ya with a message for y'all
a little drizzle never yanked that ball away
like Lucy did, you see kid?
How can people live like this?
In so much blatant ignorance?
News loves scandal and they fixate on the famous
We gotta get a handle on our culture or they'll shame us
we're...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Mar 2014 8:12pm
19th Mar 2014 8:12pm
I play therefore I am
My game feet meld the grass, dirt and leather together
like toes wriggling in the sand to blur the line between me and Earth.
Mere moments until the tension building in the 22-man ensemble will be set loose
and each instrument will carry his own tune.
Tension released when nameless, faceless authority jolts the air
tweet!
Magnetic is the field of pulsing green. We’re all linked,
leaving just eyes to look and legs to work and with thuds,
each step ripples the energy that has us hooked.
Thud, thud, run, look. Call, ball! Ball! Look! I can...
like toes wriggling in the sand to blur the line between me and Earth.
Mere moments until the tension building in the 22-man ensemble will be set loose
and each instrument will carry his own tune.
Tension released when nameless, faceless authority jolts the air
tweet!
Magnetic is the field of pulsing green. We’re all linked,
leaving just eyes to look and legs to work and with thuds,
each step ripples the energy that has us hooked.
Thud, thud, run, look. Call, ball! Ball! Look! I can...
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STORY POEM
Published
19th Mar 2014 8:11pm
19th Mar 2014 8:11pm
Sunset Amazonica / Para que?
-Sunset Amazonica-
Your boat sits low
and you exude a proud glow,
like the Sun’s golden hand
that strolls the sand and water below.
Weighed down with pirarucu,
your small boat moves slow
toward the man at the dock his shoulders like tin plateaus.
The man is impressed by the catch he says,
admiring their fading tails of sunset red.
The man asked how long it took
and with a distant look
you replied,
“only a little while.
I have many hooks.”
The tin man asked what else you did
amid the forest of emerald atoms
where the...
Your boat sits low
and you exude a proud glow,
like the Sun’s golden hand
that strolls the sand and water below.
Weighed down with pirarucu,
your small boat moves slow
toward the man at the dock his shoulders like tin plateaus.
The man is impressed by the catch he says,
admiring their fading tails of sunset red.
The man asked how long it took
and with a distant look
you replied,
“only a little while.
I have many hooks.”
The tin man asked what else you did
amid the forest of emerald atoms
where the...
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