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"
ANGER POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2018 2:58am
22nd Mar 2018 2:58am
Words of EncouRAGEment
Dear Leumas,
Some cloud in the night sky, you’ve turned overcast. Surreal load a Nonsense, what with your manifestoing the good name of poetry anal. Such nuance nuisances. Can’t know much abort it, from the way you wrong. Why can’t you be more like…Nietzsche! Yeah that fellow knew what he was talking about. Not saying I did, but…but not everyone’s expected to fly ‘beyond good and evil’ like those geniuses. Stars apart they are. But you…and THIS? Brings questions of sanity to the table, it does. Kook-a-burra!
It’ll never fly. I hope you know that. Oh sure,...
Some cloud in the night sky, you’ve turned overcast. Surreal load a Nonsense, what with your manifestoing the good name of poetry anal. Such nuance nuisances. Can’t know much abort it, from the way you wrong. Why can’t you be more like…Nietzsche! Yeah that fellow knew what he was talking about. Not saying I did, but…but not everyone’s expected to fly ‘beyond good and evil’ like those geniuses. Stars apart they are. But you…and THIS? Brings questions of sanity to the table, it does. Kook-a-burra!
It’ll never fly. I hope you know that. Oh sure,...
#conflict
501 reads
1 Comment
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
21st Mar 2018 3:50am
21st Mar 2018 3:50am
Zoning Out
Dec. 2, 2004
Zoning Out
(A passage to Existentialism)
You walk down the empty street while your mind walks through empty thoughts. The street goes on but thought ceases at the screen door. It bears no hinges, no knob, only a forbearing screen in a bare wood frame. All solid thought clashes with screen to no avail, for a veil-parapet deters your mind from being free. The evils of the world consolidate your mind, preventing passage through the screen of consciousness. You must remember to forget; see through the eyes of the blind. As your mind frees itself, you...
Zoning Out
(A passage to Existentialism)
You walk down the empty street while your mind walks through empty thoughts. The street goes on but thought ceases at the screen door. It bears no hinges, no knob, only a forbearing screen in a bare wood frame. All solid thought clashes with screen to no avail, for a veil-parapet deters your mind from being free. The evils of the world consolidate your mind, preventing passage through the screen of consciousness. You must remember to forget; see through the eyes of the blind. As your mind frees itself, you...
#identity
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
20th Mar 2018 1:07am
20th Mar 2018 1:07am
Dinging RumbRells and Bunning
You better sherlock your holms, 'cause Herlock Sholms is out of town. Hijinx is gunna have the whole world saying my name, and bathing twice as long. Never budge a jook by his collar, unless europe for a swarthy swashbuckler. Complexions will colour but as my lawyer swears, on the Boly Hook: "I tear to swell the truth, the trole whuth and nothing trut the buth. Mo gelp he Sod". With crime rates going up, we should switch to a more reliable network. I need a little more sterility in my life. You know something firm to grand on stolid sound. Foundation, but then I lost it. Oh, I'd...
#sex
#drugs
585 reads
2 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
17th Mar 2018 3:29am
17th Mar 2018 3:29am
Jello Gal
#music
755 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Mar 2018 4:09am
16th Mar 2018 4:09am
Sylvia In A Dream
Sylvia in a dream
Please, please come back to me
Oh, I need your loving presence by my side
Sing the harmony to my melody
Upon my shoulder remedy, music linking soul to self
Hold my mind and with your help,
We shall rise below the depths of thought…oh serenity
You're just the girl with half a heart
Worlds apart and in the dark
You're fearing what the future holds,
But why can't you see?
The future holds me.
I see your face upon the moon,
Whose light determines all my moods
Reveal yourself and disarm me...
Please, please come back to me
Oh, I need your loving presence by my side
Sing the harmony to my melody
Upon my shoulder remedy, music linking soul to self
Hold my mind and with your help,
We shall rise below the depths of thought…oh serenity
You're just the girl with half a heart
Worlds apart and in the dark
You're fearing what the future holds,
But why can't you see?
The future holds me.
I see your face upon the moon,
Whose light determines all my moods
Reveal yourself and disarm me...
#love
#dreams
572 reads
2 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
13th Mar 2018 2:23am
13th Mar 2018 2:23am
Geisteskrank
I
Down in a dive bar
Gin & Tonic
My lover and I held sticks and cued the rack
He was a little shy at first, must have been the laughing gas
But then again it was my first time
Hit it Allen
Don’t be shy, society’s advancing and soon their logy logic will catch up with our common sense
We’re both drunken pool sharks, you and I
Me the Acid Queen
You Paul Newman
The Hustler
In love with the town
Secure with the syntax
Calling the shots because we see the game as it unfolds
The BET memorializes Michael Jackson on...
Down in a dive bar
Gin & Tonic
My lover and I held sticks and cued the rack
He was a little shy at first, must have been the laughing gas
But then again it was my first time
Hit it Allen
Don’t be shy, society’s advancing and soon their logy logic will catch up with our common sense
We’re both drunken pool sharks, you and I
Me the Acid Queen
You Paul Newman
The Hustler
In love with the town
Secure with the syntax
Calling the shots because we see the game as it unfolds
The BET memorializes Michael Jackson on...
#alcohol
#marijuana
#lover
#MentalHealth
#PopCulture
677 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Mar 2018 1:25am
12th Mar 2018 1:25am
Condiment Me Later
Hey mr. mustard man!
Are you a custard man to Sesame opening the show?
Lettuce relish the dressing rehearsal,
For what good is an empty plate, savor an empty gut.
A glass of brass, a few string beans, maybe some cello and Viola!
Yes that wood go down without a creak
Prob'ly a squeak but who shuts their mouth to smear our or guest rum?
Too mush to digest...Oh what a shroom to see our guests die.
Carrot Sticks!
I've seasoned many a puhctek who could'na ket their chup shut.
They mayonnaise well leaf the bowl and save us all from rotting....
Are you a custard man to Sesame opening the show?
Lettuce relish the dressing rehearsal,
For what good is an empty plate, savor an empty gut.
A glass of brass, a few string beans, maybe some cello and Viola!
Yes that wood go down without a creak
Prob'ly a squeak but who shuts their mouth to smear our or guest rum?
Too mush to digest...Oh what a shroom to see our guests die.
Carrot Sticks!
I've seasoned many a puhctek who could'na ket their chup shut.
They mayonnaise well leaf the bowl and save us all from rotting....
#music
#food
792 reads
4 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
11th Mar 2018 4:45am
11th Mar 2018 4:45am
Letting Go (Surrender)
The souls on my shoe are flapping
The band on my watch is loose
As I dry myself off with my own
sweaty shirt I wonder:
who will have me like this?
I’m a June-Bug
Crawl when I can fly
& more often than not
End up helpless on
My back
& forth
& back
& forth
Think I’ll have another cigar
Cheap cigar in one hand
Twix Bar ‘tween the fingers
of the other
They smell like
gram-cracker
No greater kick
Than lightin’ a cheap-ass
cigarillo
With a shit-ball ...
The band on my watch is loose
As I dry myself off with my own
sweaty shirt I wonder:
who will have me like this?
I’m a June-Bug
Crawl when I can fly
& more often than not
End up helpless on
My back
& forth
& back
& forth
Think I’ll have another cigar
Cheap cigar in one hand
Twix Bar ‘tween the fingers
of the other
They smell like
gram-cracker
No greater kick
Than lightin’ a cheap-ass
cigarillo
With a shit-ball ...
#bipolar
#alcohol
#tobacco
748 reads
1 Comment
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
10th Mar 2018 3:21am
10th Mar 2018 3:21am
The Major Arcana
Make love to the High Priestess
While the Magician’s away
Watch as Death becomes her
What Lovers are we
Our Chariot awaits
We were meant for Judgment
The Moon is my baby
The Sun another’s
In a World in need
Of a Hierophant, soon
The Emperor will rise
His Temperance forthwith
The Tower inspires
A fallen Star hits
The Devil has Strength
Yet Justice prevail
The Fool carries water
To impress the Empress
A Hermit well met
On the wagon Wheel Of Fortune
Hang in there, Hangman
03-01-17
While the Magician’s away
Watch as Death becomes her
What Lovers are we
Our Chariot awaits
We were meant for Judgment
The Moon is my baby
The Sun another’s
In a World in need
Of a Hierophant, soon
The Emperor will rise
His Temperance forthwith
The Tower inspires
A fallen Star hits
The Devil has Strength
Yet Justice prevail
The Fool carries water
To impress the Empress
A Hermit well met
On the wagon Wheel Of Fortune
Hang in there, Hangman
03-01-17
#astrology
620 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
9th Mar 2018 5:56am
9th Mar 2018 5:56am
At Your Service
God may have given me the talent to write
But Satan provided the source material
You ‘gotta serve somebody’, sang Dylan
Lennon bit back, ‘serve yourself’
Praise Jesus!
If I say it, will I mean it
‘Cause your words seem pretty hollow
to me
Your actions on the other hand
(behind your back)
tell a different story
of unsavory truffles
placed haphazardly among Angel Food Cake
in a closed meeting outside of a church
Here we are all the same
Children of God
Out there we are just another bloke on the bus
along...
But Satan provided the source material
You ‘gotta serve somebody’, sang Dylan
Lennon bit back, ‘serve yourself’
Praise Jesus!
If I say it, will I mean it
‘Cause your words seem pretty hollow
to me
Your actions on the other hand
(behind your back)
tell a different story
of unsavory truffles
placed haphazardly among Angel Food Cake
in a closed meeting outside of a church
Here we are all the same
Children of God
Out there we are just another bloke on the bus
along...
#identity
#God
#devil
735 reads
0 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Mar 2018 2:11am
8th Mar 2018 2:11am
My Nana
Hem & haw, hummingbird
Hovering above the by & by
Nah, nah, nah boo boo
Sis boom bah
A kiss from my Nana
From the feeder to the fed
Sweet nectar in times of torpor
Metabolic rates reach Metaphysic states
Doughty demure Hermit she was
Drawing closer to The Closer
Becoming Emerald
in a moment of grace
on a bed of tranquility
surrounded by loved ones
minus me
a worker bee
registering this regret from a wallflower
I gave her a feather
And she cherished it
above all else
It wasn’t...
Hovering above the by & by
Nah, nah, nah boo boo
Sis boom bah
A kiss from my Nana
From the feeder to the fed
Sweet nectar in times of torpor
Metabolic rates reach Metaphysic states
Doughty demure Hermit she was
Drawing closer to The Closer
Becoming Emerald
in a moment of grace
on a bed of tranquility
surrounded by loved ones
minus me
a worker bee
registering this regret from a wallflower
I gave her a feather
And she cherished it
above all else
It wasn’t...
#love
#family
684 reads
0 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
7th Mar 2018 5:13am
7th Mar 2018 5:13am
Nature Walk
In the devil’s hour
I find myself
a dream-like wraith
stumbling through the nature walk
Spirits inflamed/ souls divi ded
The moment is writhe with conjuration
To whom do I call
in this God forsaken place?
At the crossroad
the question becomes rhetorical
the path rounds out
no going back now
I came here to make a deal
and I’ll be damned if I get short-changed
‘Inhibitions, Away With You!’
My dark desires cry out
fetter and yoked
for far too long
Dare I speak in to wards
call up on the depths ...
I find myself
a dream-like wraith
stumbling through the nature walk
Spirits inflamed/ souls divi ded
The moment is writhe with conjuration
To whom do I call
in this God forsaken place?
At the crossroad
the question becomes rhetorical
the path rounds out
no going back now
I came here to make a deal
and I’ll be damned if I get short-changed
‘Inhibitions, Away With You!’
My dark desires cry out
fetter and yoked
for far too long
Dare I speak in to wards
call up on the depths ...
#devil
#alcohol
577 reads
1 Comment
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