Submissions by michaelslove2 (Michael S. Love)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
HI! I'm Michael and I'm a poet!
Waves of Continuity
Waves of Continuity
Waves of continuity roll forward, approaching,
lapping at our feet like subservient dogs.
We scatter and scurry along a glassy beach,
shards slashing into all forms of humanity,
all races and ages.
Like mice, or better ants rather in a desecrated colony,
we swerve.
We dodge as that giant piece of "bread" finally falls from the sky.
Here there are no givers and here there are no "taketh-awayers."
All that is here is a collapsing structure.
We watch, wanting to glance back at the...
Waves of continuity roll forward, approaching,
lapping at our feet like subservient dogs.
We scatter and scurry along a glassy beach,
shards slashing into all forms of humanity,
all races and ages.
Like mice, or better ants rather in a desecrated colony,
we swerve.
We dodge as that giant piece of "bread" finally falls from the sky.
Here there are no givers and here there are no "taketh-awayers."
All that is here is a collapsing structure.
We watch, wanting to glance back at the...
#corruption
#power
#ignorance
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4 Comments
Success
Success
Maybe it begins with that little nod
or perhaps with shaking another's hand.
Smiles, laughter, clinking of drinks.
It all meets with the demand.
Maybe it's in the golf games
or that promotion destined to be.
“You scratch my back, I'll scratch yours,”
just pretend you did not see.
Or maybe it's the late hours working.
Those calls, “I won't be coming home.”
Set the family aside on the back burner
where little Billy's deer and antelope roam.
All those vacations, the status the...
Maybe it begins with that little nod
or perhaps with shaking another's hand.
Smiles, laughter, clinking of drinks.
It all meets with the demand.
Maybe it's in the golf games
or that promotion destined to be.
“You scratch my back, I'll scratch yours,”
just pretend you did not see.
Or maybe it's the late hours working.
Those calls, “I won't be coming home.”
Set the family aside on the back burner
where little Billy's deer and antelope roam.
All those vacations, the status the...
#money
#cars
489 reads
8 Comments
Night Mare
Night Mare
A creature from hell,
blacker than night.
Orbs of fire for eyes, it searches for souls,
pounding the ground with its hooves
as it runs, leaving a trail of fire behind.
In search of the corrupt.
It disturbs their sleep.
They toss and they turn
as they cry out in the night,
fear gripping their hearts,
sweat spilling from every pore.
Faces of the damned twist and contort,
flowing over the body of the beast,
moving like a cloud from hell.
They scream and they moan,
their...
A creature from hell,
blacker than night.
Orbs of fire for eyes, it searches for souls,
pounding the ground with its hooves
as it runs, leaving a trail of fire behind.
In search of the corrupt.
It disturbs their sleep.
They toss and they turn
as they cry out in the night,
fear gripping their hearts,
sweat spilling from every pore.
Faces of the damned twist and contort,
flowing over the body of the beast,
moving like a cloud from hell.
They scream and they moan,
their...
#monsters
643 reads
15 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by michaelslove2 (Michael S. Love)