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"
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Nov 2018 1:58am
20th Nov 2018 1:58am
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
420 reads
0 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
17th Nov 2018 5:55am
17th Nov 2018 5:55am
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
476 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Nov 2018 5:45am
17th Nov 2018 5:45am
Down On Frost
Eat your heart out Robert Frost
No.
Seriously.
Rise from the dead and tear that meter machine from your once golden chest
“Out, Out–”
Hurry now the meter’s running
And this free verse boy doesn’t have much time
For you see,
When I was a mere schoolboy,
Armed with humor and a penchant for the literal,
You hid your meaning from me
And any time I tried to figure you out,
The teacher would tell me I was wrong
Well maybe you were wrong
For trying to regiment sentiment in the event of God
‘Let thy form be nay lukewarm...
No.
Seriously.
Rise from the dead and tear that meter machine from your once golden chest
“Out, Out–”
Hurry now the meter’s running
And this free verse boy doesn’t have much time
For you see,
When I was a mere schoolboy,
Armed with humor and a penchant for the literal,
You hid your meaning from me
And any time I tried to figure you out,
The teacher would tell me I was wrong
Well maybe you were wrong
For trying to regiment sentiment in the event of God
‘Let thy form be nay lukewarm...
#FreeVerse
#memorial
#RobertFrost
482 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Nov 2018 5:43am
15th Nov 2018 5:43am
A Lamp-Post Into The Void
I had a lamp-post in my front yard, once
But after a long-winded corrosion of the Bass
The foundation fell strictly to Sopranos
Who only knew the art of disposal
Thus when a lamp-post falls
In the middle of the yard
With no one around to hear
It seems only befitting to treat the moment
with silence,
wrap it in a rug
and throw it in the back of a truck
to God knows where
(Oh well, at least they left a bushel of flowers to cover up any severed strings)
A Man From Nothing with the intent of Nonsense
Disconnects...
But after a long-winded corrosion of the Bass
The foundation fell strictly to Sopranos
Who only knew the art of disposal
Thus when a lamp-post falls
In the middle of the yard
With no one around to hear
It seems only befitting to treat the moment
with silence,
wrap it in a rug
and throw it in the back of a truck
to God knows where
(Oh well, at least they left a bushel of flowers to cover up any severed strings)
A Man From Nothing with the intent of Nonsense
Disconnects...
#rejection
416 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Nov 2018 5:41am
15th Nov 2018 5:41am
Puzzle-Piece Soul-Mates
Puzzle-Piece, Puzzle-Piece, Conections Four
A much Greater Purpose and nothing more
Than 1 in 1000; Oh what a bore!
Sorting by color, building the border
Framing a Dullard by nobody's order
With no Bigger Picture, now a hoarder
Out of the Box, found attached at the hip
A rarity, yes, this relation-ship
No place in this case, just a fluke, a jip
Close to completion, you've come to accept
The Paradox of Love no longer wept
With 1 you're meant, while another 2 kept
A Daisy-Chain At Last! Revealed
Now Tear It...
A much Greater Purpose and nothing more
Than 1 in 1000; Oh what a bore!
Sorting by color, building the border
Framing a Dullard by nobody's order
With no Bigger Picture, now a hoarder
Out of the Box, found attached at the hip
A rarity, yes, this relation-ship
No place in this case, just a fluke, a jip
Close to completion, you've come to accept
The Paradox of Love no longer wept
With 1 you're meant, while another 2 kept
A Daisy-Chain At Last! Revealed
Now Tear It...
#UnrequitedLove
454 reads
3 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
14th Nov 2018 5:02am
14th Nov 2018 5:02am
Equals
What is good poetry?
Is it all equal?
I’d like to believe so
So why does the voice
At my very core cry,
“Bullshit!
Have you seen some of this
Schlock?”
Tired tropes like
A wilted flower
In a Thomas Kinkade
Painting cottages
Of peaceful tranquility
On a starry night
In the rain
Under the moon
Or the sun
Girdled by the ocean…
I haven’t even scratched the surface
I think I’m going to be sick
Mass produced mediocrity
Lauded laurels lifting
The spirits of children
In...
Is it all equal?
I’d like to believe so
So why does the voice
At my very core cry,
“Bullshit!
Have you seen some of this
Schlock?”
Tired tropes like
A wilted flower
In a Thomas Kinkade
Painting cottages
Of peaceful tranquility
On a starry night
In the rain
Under the moon
Or the sun
Girdled by the ocean…
I haven’t even scratched the surface
I think I’m going to be sick
Mass produced mediocrity
Lauded laurels lifting
The spirits of children
In...
#emptiness
424 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
10th Nov 2018 12:09pm
10th Nov 2018 12:09pm
Spank Bank
#porn
#metaphor
552 reads
2 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
8th Nov 2018 8:35am
8th Nov 2018 8:35am
bum steer
join a poetry forum
you’ll get honest critique’
well
here I am
a mad cow
checking the trough
waiting for the farmers
to come
and give me some slops
too poetic for you?
here
let me translate:
what kind of cattle prod
do you need
to get some
feed back
around here?
oh sure
i’m the young buck
fresh in the saddle
‘got to pay your dues
chew the cud
if you follow me
i might follow you’
herd mentality
how hard is it
to comment
on someone ...
you’ll get honest critique’
well
here I am
a mad cow
checking the trough
waiting for the farmers
to come
and give me some slops
too poetic for you?
here
let me translate:
what kind of cattle prod
do you need
to get some
feed back
around here?
oh sure
i’m the young buck
fresh in the saddle
‘got to pay your dues
chew the cud
if you follow me
i might follow you’
herd mentality
how hard is it
to comment
on someone ...
#confessional
649 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
8th Nov 2018 7:58am
8th Nov 2018 7:58am
No Sympathy
Equals dashed by judgment
Perception makes it so
I am a garbage fire
Contained, for now
Burning on self-loathing
Depression is a beast
And the beast is hungry
Feed it; fight it
It’s all the same
Sublime realization
Happiness is not a long term gig
Some say, ‘it’s an inside job’
If so, the place is empty
Alone on the stage
I play my peace perfectly
11/08/2018
Perception makes it so
I am a garbage fire
Contained, for now
Burning on self-loathing
Depression is a beast
And the beast is hungry
Feed it; fight it
It’s all the same
Sublime realization
Happiness is not a long term gig
Some say, ‘it’s an inside job’
If so, the place is empty
Alone on the stage
I play my peace perfectly
11/08/2018
#depression
590 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
11th Jul 2018 6:33am
11th Jul 2018 6:33am
These Numbered Days
Hiding behind the honeycomb sound
Cascadia smoke coming out of my ear
Bang the gun goes off
And nobody is there to hear it
It still makes a sound
One Hand Clapping
Buddha’s laughing under pest control
Vapors and the smoke tapers
Now there’s nothing
I often sit desperate while in Zazen
Desperate Calls For Desperate Measures
Turn on the cell phone
Trying to turn suffering to love
Longsuffering to the young
And the old
well
Life is hard
But you can’t talk about it
So absurd
“Dumb Commie...
Cascadia smoke coming out of my ear
Bang the gun goes off
And nobody is there to hear it
It still makes a sound
One Hand Clapping
Buddha’s laughing under pest control
Vapors and the smoke tapers
Now there’s nothing
I often sit desperate while in Zazen
Desperate Calls For Desperate Measures
Turn on the cell phone
Trying to turn suffering to love
Longsuffering to the young
And the old
well
Life is hard
But you can’t talk about it
So absurd
“Dumb Commie...
#dreams
463 reads
1 Comment
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Mar 2018 1:26am
29th Mar 2018 1:26am
Beauty
Beauty looks the sun in the face and sees the moon without her make-up
Beauty gazes upon the moon in the afternoon and falls asleep in her splendor
Beauty sleeps with vivid dreams and lives in surrealist paintings
Beauty walks the canvas naked, donning a smile and forgetting the world
Beauty wanders the woods in the presence of wonder
Beauty shatters lenses, dries up pens and chokes the artist in his wake
Beauty breaks the rules and forgets to write new ones
Beauty feasts on the artist’s imagination and breaths his naivety
Beauty lavishes the artist...
Beauty gazes upon the moon in the afternoon and falls asleep in her splendor
Beauty sleeps with vivid dreams and lives in surrealist paintings
Beauty walks the canvas naked, donning a smile and forgetting the world
Beauty wanders the woods in the presence of wonder
Beauty shatters lenses, dries up pens and chokes the artist in his wake
Beauty breaks the rules and forgets to write new ones
Beauty feasts on the artist’s imagination and breaths his naivety
Beauty lavishes the artist...
#beauty
806 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Mar 2018 2:37am
24th Mar 2018 2:37am
Objects
Whirligig Gazebo,
Hanging owls to scare the customers
Away, pacifier in the parking lot!
And wouldn’t you know it,
Cascading hands battered the pianist off his bench,
And exorcized the audience of their intense eye-ache…
(Cough) to start the requiem…Oh!
Strangle those jangling keys, you nitwit
Poetry doesn’t make life easier
Just bearable, like the sun within the clouds contained
Night, could you tell them to give me something working purple
Or maybe a hot pink rose cries out,
“No smoking ashtray’s gunna tell me what to do” ...
Hanging owls to scare the customers
Away, pacifier in the parking lot!
And wouldn’t you know it,
Cascading hands battered the pianist off his bench,
And exorcized the audience of their intense eye-ache…
(Cough) to start the requiem…Oh!
Strangle those jangling keys, you nitwit
Poetry doesn’t make life easier
Just bearable, like the sun within the clouds contained
Night, could you tell them to give me something working purple
Or maybe a hot pink rose cries out,
“No smoking ashtray’s gunna tell me what to do” ...
#WritingPoetry
784 reads
1 Comment
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