Submissions by jpahz
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
As a writer of poetry and prose I am foremost an observer. My observations are filtered through passion and past experiences.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Oct 2014 4:49am
18th Oct 2014 4:49am
Burgoo
What's that green thing
by the side of the highway?
Road kill
Appetizing
I stop the car
Scoop up the critter
Iguana
I think
It could be
an Argentinean Tegu,
or Egyptian Monitor
Whatever
Have you ever noticed
how all lizards look alike?
I take it home
Start with bacon grease
Add okra and celery
Toadstools and Worcestershire sauce
Throw the creature into the melting pot
and stir unmercifully
Unimaginable flavor
A mixture of chaos and delight
Like the American dream itself
...
by the side of the highway?
Road kill
Appetizing
I stop the car
Scoop up the critter
Iguana
I think
It could be
an Argentinean Tegu,
or Egyptian Monitor
Whatever
Have you ever noticed
how all lizards look alike?
I take it home
Start with bacon grease
Add okra and celery
Toadstools and Worcestershire sauce
Throw the creature into the melting pot
and stir unmercifully
Unimaginable flavor
A mixture of chaos and delight
Like the American dream itself
...
478 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
14th Oct 2014 11:02pm
14th Oct 2014 11:02pm
My Delicious Life
I'm not productive today.
Not operating on all cylinders.
Caffeine deficiency.
Got a smoke?
I like a cigarette in the morning
after breakfast with coffee.
(I don't
lead by example)
Been thinking about a triple quarter-pounder
with cheese.
Maybe a Philly steak sandwich
drowning in Cheez Whiz.
Seems I got a problem
with volume.
But today
I don't have a sweet tooth.
Prefer
salt and fat.
Think I'll spend the
morning at my favorite hangout--
the couch.
Reality TV
is what I like to watch....
Not operating on all cylinders.
Caffeine deficiency.
Got a smoke?
I like a cigarette in the morning
after breakfast with coffee.
(I don't
lead by example)
Been thinking about a triple quarter-pounder
with cheese.
Maybe a Philly steak sandwich
drowning in Cheez Whiz.
Seems I got a problem
with volume.
But today
I don't have a sweet tooth.
Prefer
salt and fat.
Think I'll spend the
morning at my favorite hangout--
the couch.
Reality TV
is what I like to watch....
522 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Oct 2014 10:40pm
5th Oct 2014 10:40pm
The Underwear Bomber
He gets on the plane
intending to kill everyone
by packing his bomb in his underwear.
That's why they call him
the underwear bomber and not
the shoe bomber, or
the hat bomber.
But some call him the crotch bomber,
which isn't flattering.
Doesn't matter what you call him,
it didn't work.
The bomb was a dud.
All he managed to do
was barbecue his testicles.
LOL.
The wannabe-terrorist failed.
His Jihad fizzled.
Didn't kill anybody,
just managed to embarrass his parents.
Probably thought he'd go
straight...
intending to kill everyone
by packing his bomb in his underwear.
That's why they call him
the underwear bomber and not
the shoe bomber, or
the hat bomber.
But some call him the crotch bomber,
which isn't flattering.
Doesn't matter what you call him,
it didn't work.
The bomb was a dud.
All he managed to do
was barbecue his testicles.
LOL.
The wannabe-terrorist failed.
His Jihad fizzled.
Didn't kill anybody,
just managed to embarrass his parents.
Probably thought he'd go
straight...
487 reads
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DRUGS POEM
Published
3rd Oct 2014 10:50pm
3rd Oct 2014 10:50pm
Using
As a kid
I start out
liking inhalants.
One rag did the trick
Dr. Fun's
whip-cream propellant
sent me spinning
like a whirling dervish
across the floor
But I fell down
and split my head
Moved on to
Smirnoff and Captain Morgan
but they weren't my friends.
One night
my girlfriend
got drunk
and began to vomit.
Had to pull the spaghetti
from her mouth.
For a while marijuana became
my drug of choice
We rolled our joints
with pages from the bibles
the Gideons handed out
on campus
...
I start out
liking inhalants.
One rag did the trick
Dr. Fun's
whip-cream propellant
sent me spinning
like a whirling dervish
across the floor
But I fell down
and split my head
Moved on to
Smirnoff and Captain Morgan
but they weren't my friends.
One night
my girlfriend
got drunk
and began to vomit.
Had to pull the spaghetti
from her mouth.
For a while marijuana became
my drug of choice
We rolled our joints
with pages from the bibles
the Gideons handed out
on campus
...
690 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Oct 2014 8:34pm
2nd Oct 2014 8:34pm
The Cancer Garden
They sit covered by turbans.
Each head wrapped in a different color.
Pastels and bright bold shades
of pinks and blues.
Pretty patients
who glance around the room.
Eyes dart like humming birds
trying to solve a puzzle.
Some read last year's magazines.
Others gaze.
But all search quietly.
Absolute silence.
Tulips in a garden.
Waiting to see
if spring
will arrive.
Each head wrapped in a different color.
Pastels and bright bold shades
of pinks and blues.
Pretty patients
who glance around the room.
Eyes dart like humming birds
trying to solve a puzzle.
Some read last year's magazines.
Others gaze.
But all search quietly.
Absolute silence.
Tulips in a garden.
Waiting to see
if spring
will arrive.
604 reads
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DRUGS POEM
Published
1st Oct 2014 11:10pm
1st Oct 2014 11:10pm
Like Smoke
Where do Marlboro men go to die?
When they dismount,
which comes off first,
the saddle or the
oxygen tank?
Is there a Boot Hill for smokers?
"Yonder lies Philip Morris...
Over there, Sir Walter Raleigh."
They said there was "always something happening
at Joe's place."
Not anymore.
The camel's gone,
almost forgotten.
I can't even remember...
Did he have
one hump
or two?
When they dismount,
which comes off first,
the saddle or the
oxygen tank?
Is there a Boot Hill for smokers?
"Yonder lies Philip Morris...
Over there, Sir Walter Raleigh."
They said there was "always something happening
at Joe's place."
Not anymore.
The camel's gone,
almost forgotten.
I can't even remember...
Did he have
one hump
or two?
617 reads
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