Submissions by misshoneychurch (Abi)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
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LOVE POEM
Published
28th Feb 2013 1:08am
28th Feb 2013 1:08am
Your First Love
I see your face,
I see her lips.
They don't match.
You could have whoever you wanted, but
my heart beat only for you -
beats only for you.
Did you just wake up one day and decide you were over me?
I wish my computer was that fast.
What a talent!
And yet.. What have you learned?
What are you doing with
your HEART?
I worry about it.
As one worries about an old friend that has fallen
into bad company.
YOU I hate with gusto -but your HEART
was once my sweetest love;
my most valued...
I see her lips.
They don't match.
You could have whoever you wanted, but
my heart beat only for you -
beats only for you.
Did you just wake up one day and decide you were over me?
I wish my computer was that fast.
What a talent!
And yet.. What have you learned?
What are you doing with
your HEART?
I worry about it.
As one worries about an old friend that has fallen
into bad company.
YOU I hate with gusto -but your HEART
was once my sweetest love;
my most valued...
589 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
28th Feb 2013 00:48am
28th Feb 2013 00:48am
Mosaic
Facts lay before us;
bare and often half understood
Our minds build mosaic world views
From every broken thought – every thoughtless word
Comb out; creator through the ugly, misused and abused
Make out the face people want to see
Colors bright enough to hide the flaws
We used to show our hearts on our faces
Little children only concerned with butterflies
But then opinions came at us like baseball bats
smashing our porcelain faces
Leaving us hopelessly to rummage through the pieces
Bleeding fingers, trying to put...
bare and often half understood
Our minds build mosaic world views
From every broken thought – every thoughtless word
Comb out; creator through the ugly, misused and abused
Make out the face people want to see
Colors bright enough to hide the flaws
We used to show our hearts on our faces
Little children only concerned with butterflies
But then opinions came at us like baseball bats
smashing our porcelain faces
Leaving us hopelessly to rummage through the pieces
Bleeding fingers, trying to put...
571 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Dec 2012 6:45am
6th Dec 2012 6:45am
The River
the Flowage of the river waned
the sailor made a Flummox
Flabbergast he tried to right his course
but the Fixation of the waterfall was mighty
the sailor Flailed to save his boat
as the roar of the water Flared
Flip! went the boat
Freeze! went his heart
Flee! cried his limbs
an instant before the rocks bit into his Flesh
and the strength of the waterfall
beat down on him
the sailor made a Flummox
Flabbergast he tried to right his course
but the Fixation of the waterfall was mighty
the sailor Flailed to save his boat
as the roar of the water Flared
Flip! went the boat
Freeze! went his heart
Flee! cried his limbs
an instant before the rocks bit into his Flesh
and the strength of the waterfall
beat down on him
515 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Dec 2012 6:41am
6th Dec 2012 6:41am
The Sounds of Quietness
I am sitting in my yard, on the brink of a summer day.
All is quiet, but not quiet; perhaps noises just very far away.
Leaves laugh and jostle one another in childish play,
and everything is whispering
-as if afraid to wake some terrible reality.
Birds chirp softly to the lazy insects who hum cordially in reply.
I am surrounded by the sounds of quietness
while all malicious things slumber far away.
All is quiet, but not quiet; perhaps noises just very far away.
Leaves laugh and jostle one another in childish play,
and everything is whispering
-as if afraid to wake some terrible reality.
Birds chirp softly to the lazy insects who hum cordially in reply.
I am surrounded by the sounds of quietness
while all malicious things slumber far away.
543 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
3rd Dec 2012 7:04pm
3rd Dec 2012 7:04pm
A Permanent Solution to a Temporary Problem
Despair, depression, desperation; no way out”
Hang in there, this is only a speck
On the line of your existence
“White spots dance in front of my eyes
Taunting pleasure
They grow larger, they consume me,
Swallow me, and cry out for me
To do the same”
You are stronger than this
This is only a moment
Rally with tenacity
You are a firm oak, wind cannot bend you
Storms pass
“Lightning! Crash!
They are mounds now
They are hills; white and cold
Soothing
Promising peace, promising silence”...
Hang in there, this is only a speck
On the line of your existence
“White spots dance in front of my eyes
Taunting pleasure
They grow larger, they consume me,
Swallow me, and cry out for me
To do the same”
You are stronger than this
This is only a moment
Rally with tenacity
You are a firm oak, wind cannot bend you
Storms pass
“Lightning! Crash!
They are mounds now
They are hills; white and cold
Soothing
Promising peace, promising silence”...
675 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Dec 2012 6:32pm
3rd Dec 2012 6:32pm
The Fire
Chop! My father cuts the wood
Ash, oak, and cider feed the hungry fire
I stretch my hands out to the flames,
As their dancing colors rise ever higher
Painting a picture of times long forgotten
Of forest far gone from many distant parts
And as the lights dazzle our eyes we willingly recall
The memories of loved ones; that live only in our hearts
Needles pop and pine cones sizzle
Dried old wood goes grown then snap!
Smooth smoke and pine fill my senses
As I drift to sleep on my father’s lap
Ash, oak, and cider feed the hungry fire
I stretch my hands out to the flames,
As their dancing colors rise ever higher
Painting a picture of times long forgotten
Of forest far gone from many distant parts
And as the lights dazzle our eyes we willingly recall
The memories of loved ones; that live only in our hearts
Needles pop and pine cones sizzle
Dried old wood goes grown then snap!
Smooth smoke and pine fill my senses
As I drift to sleep on my father’s lap
593 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Dec 2012 5:21am
3rd Dec 2012 5:21am
Los Angeles
Dust to dirt – A concrete forest
Swaying against a piloted sky
A desecrated habitat:
Where Carnal is King
Painted shapes, words, and figures;
Markings of hate by the modern tribes
Splatter the sides of these gray giants
Whilst they tower over passersby
Shabby, shuffling creators
Men long forgotten
Men long unseen
Feed off the waist of the dignified
Take a look at the horizon
Digest what you see:
The beauty, the grandeur,
The pride of industry
But beware! Beware!
Do not fold...
Swaying against a piloted sky
A desecrated habitat:
Where Carnal is King
Painted shapes, words, and figures;
Markings of hate by the modern tribes
Splatter the sides of these gray giants
Whilst they tower over passersby
Shabby, shuffling creators
Men long forgotten
Men long unseen
Feed off the waist of the dignified
Take a look at the horizon
Digest what you see:
The beauty, the grandeur,
The pride of industry
But beware! Beware!
Do not fold...
601 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Dec 2012 5:18am
3rd Dec 2012 5:18am
How sick i was when i smoked you..
it is only now I realize
how sick I was when I smoked you
your fragrance filled my life
and by your essence I was consumed
like a bird in winter my reason had flown
south to find a more companionable perch
A monument to the strength of LIES
I was all the days i smoked you
and in your dark hold i lay entombed
where no good light would find me
but a speck of TRUTH did one day alight!
and from you i struggled free
little did i know what torture lay ahead for me:
rotting flesh seemed to fall from striken bones
...
how sick I was when I smoked you
your fragrance filled my life
and by your essence I was consumed
like a bird in winter my reason had flown
south to find a more companionable perch
A monument to the strength of LIES
I was all the days i smoked you
and in your dark hold i lay entombed
where no good light would find me
but a speck of TRUTH did one day alight!
and from you i struggled free
little did i know what torture lay ahead for me:
rotting flesh seemed to fall from striken bones
...
585 reads
2 Comments
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