Submissions by michaelslove2 (Michael S. Love)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
HI! I'm Michael and I'm a poet!
Dancer
Dancer
Tammy visits Martha at the nursery home
for the stories Martha likes to share
of times when she was a dancer
and not confined to her wheelchair.
Tammy listens intently as Martha
tells of times when she were free,
when her spirit would soar above the clouds
embraced in melody.
She tells Tammy of how her heart would swell
when at last she would touch ground,
how her spirit would feel revitalized,
the applause a thunderous sound.
“Oh! Those were the days!” Martha tells Tammy, ...
Tammy visits Martha at the nursery home
for the stories Martha likes to share
of times when she was a dancer
and not confined to her wheelchair.
Tammy listens intently as Martha
tells of times when she were free,
when her spirit would soar above the clouds
embraced in melody.
She tells Tammy of how her heart would swell
when at last she would touch ground,
how her spirit would feel revitalized,
the applause a thunderous sound.
“Oh! Those were the days!” Martha tells Tammy, ...
#sadness
#kindness
#memories
#bittersweet
#emotions
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Baby
Baby
“How do you like it? Is it all right?” she asks me.
I finish chewing and swallow.
“Yeah! It's great!” I tell her.
We had been dating for about a month now,
still getting to know each other in some ways
but we had already shared quite a bit about each other
and we were definitely making a connection.
It was nice.
I knew her father had left her and her mother and little brother
when she was seven and I knew she liked horses and a lot!
She had gone to college at UNLV and was now working
as an...
“How do you like it? Is it all right?” she asks me.
I finish chewing and swallow.
“Yeah! It's great!” I tell her.
We had been dating for about a month now,
still getting to know each other in some ways
but we had already shared quite a bit about each other
and we were definitely making a connection.
It was nice.
I knew her father had left her and her mother and little brother
when she was seven and I knew she liked horses and a lot!
She had gone to college at UNLV and was now working
as an...
#sadness
#dark
#despair
#emptiness
#horror
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Memory's Light
Memory's Light
By the light of your memory
playing repetitiously in my mind
serves for warmth to a heart and soul gone cold
refusing to leave you behind.
I do not want to leave you behind.
I have felt your hold on me multiple times.
I have felt our growing merge.
I cultivate a land gone barren long ago,
everything planted shriveled and dead.
I dream dreams of another time.
They, whomever they are, say sometimes dreams come true.
I hope absent of expectations
that there will ever be a me,
a you,...
By the light of your memory
playing repetitiously in my mind
serves for warmth to a heart and soul gone cold
refusing to leave you behind.
I do not want to leave you behind.
I have felt your hold on me multiple times.
I have felt our growing merge.
I cultivate a land gone barren long ago,
everything planted shriveled and dead.
I dream dreams of another time.
They, whomever they are, say sometimes dreams come true.
I hope absent of expectations
that there will ever be a me,
a you,...
#sadness
#love
#grief
#friendship
#MovingOn
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The Prize
The Prize
And now at last you have come to see it.
You have made it all this way.
It has taken years to get here.
You are anxious of this day.
It sits behind these curtains
from which it plays this crazy game
except each game has consequences
which never are the same.
You part the curtains to expose it.
You are taken back with shock.
Your own reflection is before you
yet your eyes they cannot lock.
It is you but it is not you
who will not look in your eyes.
Perhaps someday you will...
And now at last you have come to see it.
You have made it all this way.
It has taken years to get here.
You are anxious of this day.
It sits behind these curtains
from which it plays this crazy game
except each game has consequences
which never are the same.
You part the curtains to expose it.
You are taken back with shock.
Your own reflection is before you
yet your eyes they cannot lock.
It is you but it is not you
who will not look in your eyes.
Perhaps someday you will...
#identity
#learning
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
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Patience
Patience
To tell you how much I love you
is to say what you already know
but to kiss your lips
is what my heart does miss.
Honey, why did you have to go?
We said that our love was forever.
We said that our love was true.
Now you have gone away
and throughout each day
my broken heart cries out for you.
I always thought we could work things out.
Isn't that what love is about?
Patience.
We hardly tried to reconcile
a love that could have been worthwhile.
Patience.
...
To tell you how much I love you
is to say what you already know
but to kiss your lips
is what my heart does miss.
Honey, why did you have to go?
We said that our love was forever.
We said that our love was true.
Now you have gone away
and throughout each day
my broken heart cries out for you.
I always thought we could work things out.
Isn't that what love is about?
Patience.
We hardly tried to reconcile
a love that could have been worthwhile.
Patience.
...
#sadness
#love
#heartbroken
#emotional
#hurt
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Senryu
Senryu
watching people die
in religious wars of love
gods watch shaking heads
my narcissist friend
always saying I am wrong
saying anything
--msl2023
watching people die
in religious wars of love
gods watch shaking heads
my narcissist friend
always saying I am wrong
saying anything
--msl2023
#sadness
#frustration
#despair #disappointment
#despair #disappointment
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Median
Median
She walks the median between two lanes in the back of my mind
and it is only when the sun begins to rise does she fade into the black
and let me be.
Be content with the dream.
The “seemed so real” dream
that we all have from time to time.
Her body, magnetic!
I want to orbit and taste of her atmosphere.
Her eyes calling, sometimes red, other times green.
I am like some out-dated machine trying to keep up
with the demands.
The demands of passion that all but cause me to crash anymore ...
She walks the median between two lanes in the back of my mind
and it is only when the sun begins to rise does she fade into the black
and let me be.
Be content with the dream.
The “seemed so real” dream
that we all have from time to time.
Her body, magnetic!
I want to orbit and taste of her atmosphere.
Her eyes calling, sometimes red, other times green.
I am like some out-dated machine trying to keep up
with the demands.
The demands of passion that all but cause me to crash anymore ...
#sadness
#love
#loneliness
#emptiness
#emotional
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Humanity's Pawn
Humanity's Pawn
The dust continues to collect more and more in Humanity's Pawn.
Morals and values placed high on a shelf out of reach,
out of sight with each year bringing another layer of dust.
They have no place in today's society.
No value.
And so the eternal shop-keep with his graying hair
placed them on that shelf so high becoming their forever home.
Perhaps someday forever will be sliced.
Perhaps not.
We can hope so.
The eternal shop-keep hopes so.
We like to think so anyway.
Maybe...
The dust continues to collect more and more in Humanity's Pawn.
Morals and values placed high on a shelf out of reach,
out of sight with each year bringing another layer of dust.
They have no place in today's society.
No value.
And so the eternal shop-keep with his graying hair
placed them on that shelf so high becoming their forever home.
Perhaps someday forever will be sliced.
Perhaps not.
We can hope so.
The eternal shop-keep hopes so.
We like to think so anyway.
Maybe...
#greed
#ignorance
#suffering
#culture
#morality
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The Closet
The Closet
We all have something hiding in the closet.
Sometimes we can hear it scratching on the door from the inside,
wanting to get out and be free of its prison
which we have placed it in at the back of our minds.
Sometimes we hear it breathing next to our ear when we are in bed.
Its hot breath against our cheek
and then, other times we hear whispering
but we cannot quite understand it.
Softly starting, growing slowly in volume, in intensity
until it is literally shrieking right next to us in bed!
Or...
We all have something hiding in the closet.
Sometimes we can hear it scratching on the door from the inside,
wanting to get out and be free of its prison
which we have placed it in at the back of our minds.
Sometimes we hear it breathing next to our ear when we are in bed.
Its hot breath against our cheek
and then, other times we hear whispering
but we cannot quite understand it.
Softly starting, growing slowly in volume, in intensity
until it is literally shrieking right next to us in bed!
Or...
#dark
#SelfReflection
#fear #horror
#fear #horror
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Becoming Man (Were-Man)
Becoming Man
(Were-Man)
Running.
The wolf is running.
Night is turning into day.
It runs on all fours
through the thick brush.
Running,
never really knowing why.
There is no use running.
Howling!
Crying to the fading night.
It is slipping away again!
It can feel the process begin.
It does not want to become this monster!
Snarling becoming coherent.
Changing
Growing
Standing!
It was running.
Now you run ...
(Were-Man)
Running.
The wolf is running.
Night is turning into day.
It runs on all fours
through the thick brush.
Running,
never really knowing why.
There is no use running.
Howling!
Crying to the fading night.
It is slipping away again!
It can feel the process begin.
It does not want to become this monster!
Snarling becoming coherent.
Changing
Growing
Standing!
It was running.
Now you run ...
#violence
#nature
#ignorance
#culture
#morality
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Heart - Storypoem
Heart
Johnny always loved Karen right from the start
and he promised one day she would hold his heart
although she denied his advances politely every time.
Still, Johnny and Karen basked in the friendship they shared together.
Over the course of time Johnny would still hint to Karen
his feelings for her and always Karen would compassionately
let Johnny know how she knew his love for her was true.
Karen always let Johnny know how much she cared for him as well,
just not in the same way he cared for her.
And Johnny...
Johnny always loved Karen right from the start
and he promised one day she would hold his heart
although she denied his advances politely every time.
Still, Johnny and Karen basked in the friendship they shared together.
Over the course of time Johnny would still hint to Karen
his feelings for her and always Karen would compassionately
let Johnny know how she knew his love for her was true.
Karen always let Johnny know how much she cared for him as well,
just not in the same way he cared for her.
And Johnny...
#sadness
#dark
#heartbroken #horror
#heartbroken #horror
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Watching
WATCHING
Watching cars slide across black ice while doing nothing.
Really, there's nothing that can be done is there?
Just watch and count.
Count the cars sliding by in the cold.
It's something to do on a Saturday night.
Better than at home at Uncle John and Aunt Cora's where the food is always cold, the yellin' and partyin'
and the bed sheets still speaking of someone else's cum stains.
So he watches and he listens.
He studies the faces as they slide by in their cars,
some looking at him as if pleading. ...
Watching cars slide across black ice while doing nothing.
Really, there's nothing that can be done is there?
Just watch and count.
Count the cars sliding by in the cold.
It's something to do on a Saturday night.
Better than at home at Uncle John and Aunt Cora's where the food is always cold, the yellin' and partyin'
and the bed sheets still speaking of someone else's cum stains.
So he watches and he listens.
He studies the faces as they slide by in their cars,
some looking at him as if pleading. ...
#hate
#dark
#shame
#emptiness
#apathy
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