Submissions by kriticool
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
23rd Sep 2014 2:23pm
23rd Sep 2014 2:23pm
.:The Right Now (For The Writers):.
write to the point
all that scrambling to scribble?
remember think...then ink
bust a wink; then
go ahead and get under some skin
maybe post a postcard to your next of kin
write for yourself, write for the strangers
on occasion write about them dangers
write about whatever angers
call it..
freedom of the stress
be my guest
better than taking a shot
you think not? go ahead...unravel a knot
stack words up like bricks
no tricks - build -
the kind of write that won’t yield and
while...
all that scrambling to scribble?
remember think...then ink
bust a wink; then
go ahead and get under some skin
maybe post a postcard to your next of kin
write for yourself, write for the strangers
on occasion write about them dangers
write about whatever angers
call it..
freedom of the stress
be my guest
better than taking a shot
you think not? go ahead...unravel a knot
stack words up like bricks
no tricks - build -
the kind of write that won’t yield and
while...
690 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Sep 2014 12:13pm
16th Sep 2014 12:13pm
.:Page[r] Turned On:.
all but vacated
like whispered winds
a deliberate hibernation
who really knows?
words showing their worth
once in awhile judiciously read
the who, the what of what’s been said
left behind reminding those curious about our thing
now & again, the occasional exclamation of
::man, that was really something::
senses grabbing hold, re-discovering
willing to wink, to blink
just think..
this is what a taste is
the combing, that climbing
folk journeying through old vestiges
gone-bye messages;...
like whispered winds
a deliberate hibernation
who really knows?
words showing their worth
once in awhile judiciously read
the who, the what of what’s been said
left behind reminding those curious about our thing
now & again, the occasional exclamation of
::man, that was really something::
senses grabbing hold, re-discovering
willing to wink, to blink
just think..
this is what a taste is
the combing, that climbing
folk journeying through old vestiges
gone-bye messages;...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Sep 2014 1:59am
10th Sep 2014 1:59am
.:Midsummer Falls:.
situated on
this side of Niagara
Falls
the earliest of leaves
they float between
twin midsummer goodbyes
not quite yet rustic
we think melancholy thoughts
this as we see the waves.
Twin tides cry out ”see you later”
like a willow's hollow whisper; chaste
Half-heartedly remembering
the wettest of tear ducts
..
while on a plain playing field
a jar opens for good
contents
no longer sweet
except for twin fire flies
flash flooding with each twinkle
taking...
this side of Niagara
Falls
the earliest of leaves
they float between
twin midsummer goodbyes
not quite yet rustic
we think melancholy thoughts
this as we see the waves.
Twin tides cry out ”see you later”
like a willow's hollow whisper; chaste
Half-heartedly remembering
the wettest of tear ducts
..
while on a plain playing field
a jar opens for good
contents
no longer sweet
except for twin fire flies
flash flooding with each twinkle
taking...
896 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Sep 2014 1:05am
10th Sep 2014 1:05am
.:A Man...A Person:.
am I not a man...a person?
do I not have - possess the ability to reason?
how is it that you think you must openly and secretly oppose my rights?
my rights to live...to love
to live love and have my life in peace
yes, by your behavior...I affirm that you are the beast
you with your hardened belief...having me
bundled & stacked...this after being so adamant in your attack
you...you are one of those “beings” always against me
birthed of blood lust certainly not from love
you who would...rub your wrongs against me
time after time...the...
do I not have - possess the ability to reason?
how is it that you think you must openly and secretly oppose my rights?
my rights to live...to love
to live love and have my life in peace
yes, by your behavior...I affirm that you are the beast
you with your hardened belief...having me
bundled & stacked...this after being so adamant in your attack
you...you are one of those “beings” always against me
birthed of blood lust certainly not from love
you who would...rub your wrongs against me
time after time...the...
769 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Sep 2014 5:07pm
8th Sep 2014 5:07pm
.:SCSC:.
survey
circumvent
suppress & collect
slogans
over & over
most; most will
forget
yet one
won’t forget
the blood
and the sweat
the grit in the wind; the
crack of the
tech
the wrong
of the round
piercing that neck
the shriek
of the mother; gone
her connect
the brother who cries, “take the head from that neck”
the collapsing father
down
on the deck
his hands in the sand; he
cannot protect
these
are
the wars...
circumvent
suppress & collect
slogans
over & over
most; most will
forget
yet one
won’t forget
the blood
and the sweat
the grit in the wind; the
crack of the
tech
the wrong
of the round
piercing that neck
the shriek
of the mother; gone
her connect
the brother who cries, “take the head from that neck”
the collapsing father
down
on the deck
his hands in the sand; he
cannot protect
these
are
the wars...
794 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
7th Sep 2014 10:12pm
7th Sep 2014 10:12pm
.:Take.T’me.Love:.
I know
sometimes
patience runs thin, but
I'm not one to play around or
analyze the differences in our depth
not one to waste time when we
both have something to say
being distant...it’s not for me
but for me there’s a whole lot in not wanting to forget
we both need to know
they’ll be a time when time is still...and
there may not be enough time or it’ll be
time out of time wherein
we won't speak long enough
or loud enough
or straight enough
a time without the words seemingly stifled in...
sometimes
patience runs thin, but
I'm not one to play around or
analyze the differences in our depth
not one to waste time when we
both have something to say
being distant...it’s not for me
but for me there’s a whole lot in not wanting to forget
we both need to know
they’ll be a time when time is still...and
there may not be enough time or it’ll be
time out of time wherein
we won't speak long enough
or loud enough
or straight enough
a time without the words seemingly stifled in...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Sep 2014 5:12pm
4th Sep 2014 5:12pm
.:The Full-Blown Buzz:.
This art, this music
It’s been birthed or...so it seems
Conceived for all its worth to ream & gleam
Retaining that shine of the historical
Doing so without it being rhetorical; those
daredevil deeds of reeds
The theology of senses; the soaring
No this art, this music isn’t about the boring
This is about the rapturous in content
Straight-up...Trumpeting the bent
Each sax to the max
Flexing inside & within every mood
Traps tripping, riding a hyped sense of euphoria
Bass lines sliding...wild thumbs
Gliding...
It’s been birthed or...so it seems
Conceived for all its worth to ream & gleam
Retaining that shine of the historical
Doing so without it being rhetorical; those
daredevil deeds of reeds
The theology of senses; the soaring
No this art, this music isn’t about the boring
This is about the rapturous in content
Straight-up...Trumpeting the bent
Each sax to the max
Flexing inside & within every mood
Traps tripping, riding a hyped sense of euphoria
Bass lines sliding...wild thumbs
Gliding...
787 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
4th Sep 2014 4:42am
4th Sep 2014 4:42am
.:Fancy, Meeting You Here:.
We pushed and
expected some push back
Didn’t look to be something you’d lack
Thought it be your “natural” way of things
Just by the look of them sprayed on jeans
See no amateur would throw that smile, then
pivot and match it up with style
Knowing we see all kinds of displays
Some fancy, some messy in all kind of ways
But yours seems to have a whole different taste
Sure enough I’m not one to put it to waste
So we can start this thing
all over again; look here Fancy they
call me Big Ben
...
expected some push back
Didn’t look to be something you’d lack
Thought it be your “natural” way of things
Just by the look of them sprayed on jeans
See no amateur would throw that smile, then
pivot and match it up with style
Knowing we see all kinds of displays
Some fancy, some messy in all kind of ways
But yours seems to have a whole different taste
Sure enough I’m not one to put it to waste
So we can start this thing
all over again; look here Fancy they
call me Big Ben
...
744 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
31st Aug 2014 8:44pm
31st Aug 2014 8:44pm
.:JUSTICE: an immeasurable maybe:.
she exists
giving into the narrative
the pro and the con, the potentiality of loss
the rationalization to
take it all in
she exists
she's heard and has seen things
the ebb, the flow of the tide
been on that ride as dizzy as all can get
out & about attempting to catch her own breath
she exists
burdened with
yet another wry why, another
how come, another
bell rung
no fun, but
she’s learning
perhaps just enough
justice
her wheels; for and about...
giving into the narrative
the pro and the con, the potentiality of loss
the rationalization to
take it all in
she exists
she's heard and has seen things
the ebb, the flow of the tide
been on that ride as dizzy as all can get
out & about attempting to catch her own breath
she exists
burdened with
yet another wry why, another
how come, another
bell rung
no fun, but
she’s learning
perhaps just enough
justice
her wheels; for and about...
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ANGER POEM
Published
28th Aug 2014 7:10pm
28th Aug 2014 7:10pm
.:father, mama, anger and me:.
father,
oh father
we’re all now past -tense
and in this way it all makes sense
nothing now but smallish memories
lit like little candles
the burn having the taste & smell of
peppercorn on
bloody teeth & tongue
the last (w)rung
yes, for me, for you
mama, she went & cried
cried most of it out while
still holding onto
her anger
to mama, anger was no longer a stranger, so
she let it linger
father,
oh father
way before your departure
mama &...
oh father
we’re all now past -tense
and in this way it all makes sense
nothing now but smallish memories
lit like little candles
the burn having the taste & smell of
peppercorn on
bloody teeth & tongue
the last (w)rung
yes, for me, for you
mama, she went & cried
cried most of it out while
still holding onto
her anger
to mama, anger was no longer a stranger, so
she let it linger
father,
oh father
way before your departure
mama &...
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ANGER POEM
Published
25th Aug 2014 00:11am
25th Aug 2014 00:11am
.:Place Your Ears Where We Can Feed 'Em, Do It Now:.
coming & going
his way
still ramming & ranting but
nothing to say
knowing upon arrival
they wouldn’t
play
the clash; him
looking for the muzzle flash
odds against him
dead to NO rights; they
got ‘em
right alongside, “HANDS WHERE WE CAN SEE ‘EM”
yet, there’s not one who’ll believe ‘em
that sound
not the
first nor the second but
inna second
full clip
into the 3’rd
unique was “the almost” clarity he heard
so...
his way
still ramming & ranting but
nothing to say
knowing upon arrival
they wouldn’t
play
the clash; him
looking for the muzzle flash
odds against him
dead to NO rights; they
got ‘em
right alongside, “HANDS WHERE WE CAN SEE ‘EM”
yet, there’s not one who’ll believe ‘em
that sound
not the
first nor the second but
inna second
full clip
into the 3’rd
unique was “the almost” clarity he heard
so...
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LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2014 2:48pm
23rd Aug 2014 2:48pm
Told. You. So.
told you
autumn was
when we’d
fall
that
truth
jumps hearts
if we'd
stall
then
you said, “bye
make sure you
call”
did I text?
no
not @all
guess
a double-dose
of misery
cause, I retained
what was
her
story
...
autumn was
when we’d
fall
that
truth
jumps hearts
if we'd
stall
then
you said, “bye
make sure you
call”
did I text?
no
not @all
guess
a double-dose
of misery
cause, I retained
what was
her
story
...
767 reads
4 Comments
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