Submissions by mingomingus (SamTheSlam)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
"But on second thought, I didn't have anything to say. Besides, I have to admit that whatever interest you can get people to take in you doesn't last very long." - Albert Camus' "The Stranger"
Ace In The Hole
Spade’s a spade
And mine’s an ace
Dealt from a hand
Of many sexual
Preferences
Or lack there of
Grew up straight
And narrow till
Childhood planted
The seed of a strange
Fruit, but it didn’t take
Long for me to cry bi
Cause what other
Card could I play
Then they called my hand
And I had to assess what
Got me off and I came
Up short; the opportunity
Had been there but I
Chose to remain a virgin
Doesn’t make me special
Just clarifies the fact that
Spade’s a spade
And...
And mine’s an ace
Dealt from a hand
Of many sexual
Preferences
Or lack there of
Grew up straight
And narrow till
Childhood planted
The seed of a strange
Fruit, but it didn’t take
Long for me to cry bi
Cause what other
Card could I play
Then they called my hand
And I had to assess what
Got me off and I came
Up short; the opportunity
Had been there but I
Chose to remain a virgin
Doesn’t make me special
Just clarifies the fact that
Spade’s a spade
And...
#sex
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Hello - how are you doing today tonight
In the body of my grocery store, I'm accustomed to blood-letting now and again
Great deals on meat increase our red-blood cell count this Memorial Day
Mum's the word...I serve no mice
Sever a limb this early morn for a profusion of those sanguine globules wrapped in flesh,
Pulsing sacredly, flowing through the orifices of my lane to weigh upon my registered nerve;
Out of my mouth sighs transpose into automated greetings upon partings
To avoid such a barrage, I prefer my duties at night;
The customers reduced to oozing sores beating in time to my...
Great deals on meat increase our red-blood cell count this Memorial Day
Mum's the word...I serve no mice
Sever a limb this early morn for a profusion of those sanguine globules wrapped in flesh,
Pulsing sacredly, flowing through the orifices of my lane to weigh upon my registered nerve;
Out of my mouth sighs transpose into automated greetings upon partings
To avoid such a barrage, I prefer my duties at night;
The customers reduced to oozing sores beating in time to my...
#holiday
#consumerism
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Not Just a Rock
Have you ever sat to look at the moon?
And not just look at it, but gaze longingly out of focus
What is the moon but a rock?
The mirror but a glass?
The mime but a man?
Ah, the reflection,
Expressing beauty to become beautiful itself
And not just look at it, but gaze longingly out of focus
What is the moon but a rock?
The mirror but a glass?
The mime but a man?
Ah, the reflection,
Expressing beauty to become beautiful itself
#moon
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The Mime
Oh how the mime has learned how to speak his mind
On the corner of Ajax and Turpentine
With banana bread hands he cuts too slow
To the chase me round candles where he wants to go
In the place of a laser-light-show
He's a clockwork man
Get it
Got it
Good for you
The attention span
Of a rubber Band-Aid
Home made from the lent in his pocket watch
Though he can't explain why he bathes in chains
Still, the hope remains in changing lanes
With a fuzzy sun gun through an empty pun
Colonel Mustard must of done it for...
On the corner of Ajax and Turpentine
With banana bread hands he cuts too slow
To the chase me round candles where he wants to go
In the place of a laser-light-show
He's a clockwork man
Get it
Got it
Good for you
The attention span
Of a rubber Band-Aid
Home made from the lent in his pocket watch
Though he can't explain why he bathes in chains
Still, the hope remains in changing lanes
With a fuzzy sun gun through an empty pun
Colonel Mustard must of done it for...
#humankind
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Pseudo Limericks
Mayor Marshmallow: what a harsh fellow;
At least that's the word from her-she.
Chock, let it be known,
As he grams on his throne,
Some cracker that Mayor Marshmallow.
Tarquin Tiberious took others serious,
A little too much I'm afraid;
When told to drop dead,
He smashed in his head,
That obsequious Tarquin Tiberious.
There was an agnostic
Whose methods were caustic,
Due to their lack of resolve;
The harder she thought, the further she got
From ag faith that would no stick at all.
Watch for the girl...
At least that's the word from her-she.
Chock, let it be known,
As he grams on his throne,
Some cracker that Mayor Marshmallow.
Tarquin Tiberious took others serious,
A little too much I'm afraid;
When told to drop dead,
He smashed in his head,
That obsequious Tarquin Tiberious.
There was an agnostic
Whose methods were caustic,
Due to their lack of resolve;
The harder she thought, the further she got
From ag faith that would no stick at all.
Watch for the girl...
#limerick
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Spunk
#sensual
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Poetry Police
WeeOohWeeOoh
(Liberty 5 (senses))
‘What seems to be the problem?’
Please Officer, put me in my place.
Tear me a new one.
Slam me up against your car.
Cut me down to size.
‘Whoa, whoa, whoa!’
'I ain’t no sadist.’
‘Now, have you actually done anything wrong?’
Of course I have!
I didn’t play well with others,
And now I’m black-listed.
‘That’s not a crime.’
Well it ought to be.
‘Besides, ‘black-listed’ is a bit dramatic, don’t you think?’
‘Mayhap they just aren’t paying you any mind,’
‘Mind you, on account of...
(Liberty 5 (senses))
‘What seems to be the problem?’
Please Officer, put me in my place.
Tear me a new one.
Slam me up against your car.
Cut me down to size.
‘Whoa, whoa, whoa!’
'I ain’t no sadist.’
‘Now, have you actually done anything wrong?’
Of course I have!
I didn’t play well with others,
And now I’m black-listed.
‘That’s not a crime.’
Well it ought to be.
‘Besides, ‘black-listed’ is a bit dramatic, don’t you think?’
‘Mayhap they just aren’t paying you any mind,’
‘Mind you, on account of...
#LifeAsAWriter
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Don't Lose Your Head
I
Unresolved tension is the subtext of life
There's a cosmic conversation taking place –
I'm trying to tune in but it's hard
Because the reception sucks
And I'm getting too much feed back
How can I be expected to cater to the perfect form
When I got nothing but nostalgia for confirmation
Now, now alter boy
You'll get your chance to carry the cross
Proclaim his golden glory all for yourself
But for now you'll carry the candle; play with the wax
They cannot see your strength
And a savior is a delicate lesson
...
Unresolved tension is the subtext of life
There's a cosmic conversation taking place –
I'm trying to tune in but it's hard
Because the reception sucks
And I'm getting too much feed back
How can I be expected to cater to the perfect form
When I got nothing but nostalgia for confirmation
Now, now alter boy
You'll get your chance to carry the cross
Proclaim his golden glory all for yourself
But for now you'll carry the candle; play with the wax
They cannot see your strength
And a savior is a delicate lesson
...
#Christian
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Mary Crimble Even
Is nothing sacrin anymore? When the world screams, “Häagen Dazs©” (No I don’t have that)? And I scream, “Immanuel” (and also with you…and you…Oh, and you too). Tremble myn lips nye Crimble mourn, for thyne happiness ‘bove cuticle scuttle. To think of our swaddling penguin wearing a ‘wonder-councilor’s suit’ (I-say-a dressed to the 9’s, all 6’s and 7’s), born into a virtually virginal regality, in all reality. Our Lord, how droL! Behind every wise man stands a woman with myrrh frankly-sense than egg old art.
What would they say to ape hagen hall-o-dave, without the present...
What would they say to ape hagen hall-o-dave, without the present...
#Christmas
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May 19, 2007
The leaves chant at night,
But the birds never cease to chirp
He drones out their mockery:
A lost cause at the heel of righteousness
'Life is cruel', with no more reasoning than 'justice' as a just dessert
She hears but refuses to let them perch
For a moment all he hears the leaves,
As the sun falls to the ground in pools of Gregorian tears
She sees so clearly visions the birds pecked out his soul
'Spare the child, spoil the rod'
Preconceived notions kill two birds without a stone
Trust the turning away
Embrace the Living Stone...
But the birds never cease to chirp
He drones out their mockery:
A lost cause at the heel of righteousness
'Life is cruel', with no more reasoning than 'justice' as a just dessert
She hears but refuses to let them perch
For a moment all he hears the leaves,
As the sun falls to the ground in pools of Gregorian tears
She sees so clearly visions the birds pecked out his soul
'Spare the child, spoil the rod'
Preconceived notions kill two birds without a stone
Trust the turning away
Embrace the Living Stone...
#sister
#God
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You Don't Say
Ponce Deleon youth found the fountain!
Now s'il vous plait your day purée
In the Garden of fleur de la
Plan it out round-about-round
Work yourself to life, up from the ground
And it's to the moon on a silver spoon
Six & Sevens dressin' to the Nines
"Damn cliché and contradictions",
Quothe the man of vast restrictions
Wood I sword to chop the block
Shave the corners, walk the chalk
Cleave the edges: rounded squares
Etch & sketches; surrealist cares
Bowsprit's jib boom stick's flat bottomed junk
Cochin...
Now s'il vous plait your day purée
In the Garden of fleur de la
Plan it out round-about-round
Work yourself to life, up from the ground
And it's to the moon on a silver spoon
Six & Sevens dressin' to the Nines
"Damn cliché and contradictions",
Quothe the man of vast restrictions
Wood I sword to chop the block
Shave the corners, walk the chalk
Cleave the edges: rounded squares
Etch & sketches; surrealist cares
Bowsprit's jib boom stick's flat bottomed junk
Cochin...
#WritingPoetry
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Bringing Back White Power
I
I’m bringing back White Power at no cost to the other colors.
This is not a bad joke.
Not one of those campy politically correct commercials
In between episodes of ‘Family Matters’ and ‘Full House’
Where man made rainbows preach ideal say so’s
Images of children holding hands round playgrounds of ‘Ebony & Ivory’.
Give me a fucking break.
We know the Mass Media for what it truly is:
Just another Clausewitzian tool in the many hands of the White House
Not to be confused with the White Man
Lest we forget who...
I’m bringing back White Power at no cost to the other colors.
This is not a bad joke.
Not one of those campy politically correct commercials
In between episodes of ‘Family Matters’ and ‘Full House’
Where man made rainbows preach ideal say so’s
Images of children holding hands round playgrounds of ‘Ebony & Ivory’.
Give me a fucking break.
We know the Mass Media for what it truly is:
Just another Clausewitzian tool in the many hands of the White House
Not to be confused with the White Man
Lest we forget who...
#humankind
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