Submissions by mjolnir (Dgim K. Bo)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Simplest thoughts. Complexest thoughts.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Feb 2013 2:27pm
5th Feb 2013 2:27pm
Mulch
Is consciousness overrated?
If early programmers coped with a room of data
that now rests upon my pinkie nail,
data so simple,
firing ones and zeros
with less complexity than a student calculator,
it could easily be equated to a simple animal,
a star or jelly fish
maybe.
Then,
let's say,
for the matter of topical fallacies,
the tetradecagon processors of tomorrow
are nearer our own cognizance,
programs shadowing programs,
platforms, flashes and bios operators.
((I suppose fungi, weeds n trees
would...
If early programmers coped with a room of data
that now rests upon my pinkie nail,
data so simple,
firing ones and zeros
with less complexity than a student calculator,
it could easily be equated to a simple animal,
a star or jelly fish
maybe.
Then,
let's say,
for the matter of topical fallacies,
the tetradecagon processors of tomorrow
are nearer our own cognizance,
programs shadowing programs,
platforms, flashes and bios operators.
((I suppose fungi, weeds n trees
would...
803 reads
2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
27th Jan 2013 10:54pm
27th Jan 2013 10:54pm
Benevolent Divine
____________Oh! God who art throughout, - Our Father who art in heaven,
______________hallowed be thy presence. - hallowed be thy name.
______________________Thy kingdom come, - Thy kingdom come.
___________order, though chaos be done, - Thy will be done
____________as it is in all directions. - on earth as it is in heaven.
______Give us this day, to make better, - Give us this day our daily bread,
___and teach us the next shall suffice, - and forgive us our trespasses,
_________if we aren’t to succeed today, - as we...
______________hallowed be thy presence. - hallowed be thy name.
______________________Thy kingdom come, - Thy kingdom come.
___________order, though chaos be done, - Thy will be done
____________as it is in all directions. - on earth as it is in heaven.
______Give us this day, to make better, - Give us this day our daily bread,
___and teach us the next shall suffice, - and forgive us our trespasses,
_________if we aren’t to succeed today, - as we...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Jan 2013 7:29pm
17th Jan 2013 7:29pm
Easel of the Shades
Satan’s flies circumnavigate and penetrate—
a constant work of unplanned mischief.
They are rare to plant themselves at once,
but being many, their effect is sown. Twisted.
Twisted, those parts of life—malicious decay,
soaring lines of wickedness that lead the fray—
are so integral. Paining young philosophers
err at gripping the reality of this fear.
- - -
Rumbles roll, and tumble. Trip the hills
and ranges and fall to soft the valleys.
Fill the pasture; wet the lips of common ilk.
Frightening! Fire dives the blotted...
a constant work of unplanned mischief.
They are rare to plant themselves at once,
but being many, their effect is sown. Twisted.
Twisted, those parts of life—malicious decay,
soaring lines of wickedness that lead the fray—
are so integral. Paining young philosophers
err at gripping the reality of this fear.
- - -
Rumbles roll, and tumble. Trip the hills
and ranges and fall to soft the valleys.
Fill the pasture; wet the lips of common ilk.
Frightening! Fire dives the blotted...
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1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Dec 2012 1:04pm
22nd Dec 2012 1:04pm
F
Can’t.
Nought.
Time-slips.
Mind failing grip.
Erased, hazed, dazed.
Feeling one dimensional...
one-mensional.
Dead.
At rest,
as if I
was an immovable force witnessing the currents of all,
unknowingly,
permeating,
osmosizing,
through and around my little thumb twiddling self
Nought.
Time-slips.
Mind failing grip.
Erased, hazed, dazed.
Feeling one dimensional...
one-mensional.
Dead.
At rest,
as if I
was an immovable force witnessing the currents of all,
unknowingly,
permeating,
osmosizing,
through and around my little thumb twiddling self
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DARK POEM
Published
29th Oct 2012 8:08am
29th Oct 2012 8:08am
Death Eternal
As life itself, with access through all gates,
so too, there is no rhyme for our dark friend.
Death rose as an equal, eternal;
foreboding belligerence to all.
On roads where feet are tread to bone,
(the mar of wastelands trudged alone)
we'd rather never have to meet,
death, that bastard, warring woe;
so callous in his ways,
that all find swift defeat.
The raven's claws, the hellhound’s bark
shall beg beneath e'er silently.
Though like a thief's ignited spark
such lightning arc's reach...
so too, there is no rhyme for our dark friend.
Death rose as an equal, eternal;
foreboding belligerence to all.
On roads where feet are tread to bone,
(the mar of wastelands trudged alone)
we'd rather never have to meet,
death, that bastard, warring woe;
so callous in his ways,
that all find swift defeat.
The raven's claws, the hellhound’s bark
shall beg beneath e'er silently.
Though like a thief's ignited spark
such lightning arc's reach...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
24th Oct 2012 10:01am
24th Oct 2012 10:01am
Mein Fervour
I’m not
invincible, though
my mind
seems
to believe it is
Maybe
it comprehends
something
to which
I am
as yet
unenlightened to...
...I hold in view,
though my frame’s prone to shaking,
an imagining of post-death;
a dawn awaits aft penitent living.
Golden periphery
that we librate to see,
or at slants profess knowledge,
few are those adept
at truthful sight of thee.
I can only claim that I feel.
...Merely,
I believe
existence is energy ...
invincible, though
my mind
seems
to believe it is
Maybe
it comprehends
something
to which
I am
as yet
unenlightened to...
...I hold in view,
though my frame’s prone to shaking,
an imagining of post-death;
a dawn awaits aft penitent living.
Golden periphery
that we librate to see,
or at slants profess knowledge,
few are those adept
at truthful sight of thee.
I can only claim that I feel.
...Merely,
I believe
existence is energy ...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Oct 2012 8:13am
17th Oct 2012 8:13am
Home
The night has long enveloped the sky.
I stand alone.
The ground, becoming damp,
whispers under my feet
and midnight breathes into my chest.
Cool air traveling on the breeze
sneers at me, as I suffer its simplicity.
Distant taller trees strain in sombre tones,
to the gusts of winds heaving past their branches.
The moonshine thins through thickening clouds.
While voices of thunder resonate realms of the earth,
lightning brings an instant of daylight to the sky;
my loss of sight is effervescent, I see...
I stand alone.
The ground, becoming damp,
whispers under my feet
and midnight breathes into my chest.
Cool air traveling on the breeze
sneers at me, as I suffer its simplicity.
Distant taller trees strain in sombre tones,
to the gusts of winds heaving past their branches.
The moonshine thins through thickening clouds.
While voices of thunder resonate realms of the earth,
lightning brings an instant of daylight to the sky;
my loss of sight is effervescent, I see...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Oct 2012 8:49am
15th Oct 2012 8:49am
I'm a leprechaun! (erm a lerprechern!)
I’m a leprechaun with silly boots, running up this tree’s roots
Into the sky, I fly so high eating my pie
Dolphin and snake for heaven’s sake
It really takes the cake, better than hake, or being hit by a rake
So, on this cloud, where I am now
I seek forth, to tip the cow
It’s black and white, spotting the night
Like myriad stars shining their light
INTENSE RAVEGITY silly-putty knees
Knife spurs hurt for sure
Ram all bull dog god of pure
Hit snake spine through ravaged nebula
Kamikaze slide spill mercury’s fibula
Oh!...
Into the sky, I fly so high eating my pie
Dolphin and snake for heaven’s sake
It really takes the cake, better than hake, or being hit by a rake
So, on this cloud, where I am now
I seek forth, to tip the cow
It’s black and white, spotting the night
Like myriad stars shining their light
INTENSE RAVEGITY silly-putty knees
Knife spurs hurt for sure
Ram all bull dog god of pure
Hit snake spine through ravaged nebula
Kamikaze slide spill mercury’s fibula
Oh!...
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3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Oct 2012 8:28am
15th Oct 2012 8:28am
Encompass
When ill voices conspire behind masks,
judging that those not known are less,
that those less are not to be known,
a form of humanity is dragged back
to swinging sticks and throwing stones.
If to one, another’s akin to a buffalo calf
only to prey and follow
and not an equal of your pride,
cracks will spark indignant hollows;
fields blaze to loosen the rocks.
Hidden spots should not mark our hides.
Just a man am I. Just a man.
Able to point my finger,
cognisant of what’s coming through;
returned...
judging that those not known are less,
that those less are not to be known,
a form of humanity is dragged back
to swinging sticks and throwing stones.
If to one, another’s akin to a buffalo calf
only to prey and follow
and not an equal of your pride,
cracks will spark indignant hollows;
fields blaze to loosen the rocks.
Hidden spots should not mark our hides.
Just a man am I. Just a man.
Able to point my finger,
cognisant of what’s coming through;
returned...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
5th Oct 2012 12:33pm
5th Oct 2012 12:33pm
We fall, like lights, which damper
from the heights of the atmosphere.
Machine men, cattle-men, that
by herding credos are made fat
to false blissful existence.
Power! Power! what value hast thee?
that babes crawl to overcome the earth,
who’s magnetosphere in turn decrease
the fused emission of our warring
stormy giant, whom all in search do pray.
Power! Amassing to what could be called
the great triskelion. Not that numbers,
nor the shape could make rise or fall
of an image unimaginable.
There is...
from the heights of the atmosphere.
Machine men, cattle-men, that
by herding credos are made fat
to false blissful existence.
Power! Power! what value hast thee?
that babes crawl to overcome the earth,
who’s magnetosphere in turn decrease
the fused emission of our warring
stormy giant, whom all in search do pray.
Power! Amassing to what could be called
the great triskelion. Not that numbers,
nor the shape could make rise or fall
of an image unimaginable.
There is...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
26th Sep 2012 11:11am
26th Sep 2012 11:11am
Para-cay(x)-dox
Spectrumous bifigure,
the uncaring incandescent;
spark your waves to be sure
that none shall reach your radiance.
A-fixed the stars, and care free,
ride shadows toward my soul
in transfixient melody,
courageous on your way to melo-drome.
Unwrapped cloth
seething; an acidity,
much too much,
having bred the divine hypanthic furnace,
I know your ways.
I know not.
Fastidious
trials; grains of sand measuring contenance,
falling, ever falling
and boundlessly so,
in...
the uncaring incandescent;
spark your waves to be sure
that none shall reach your radiance.
A-fixed the stars, and care free,
ride shadows toward my soul
in transfixient melody,
courageous on your way to melo-drome.
Unwrapped cloth
seething; an acidity,
much too much,
having bred the divine hypanthic furnace,
I know your ways.
I know not.
Fastidious
trials; grains of sand measuring contenance,
falling, ever falling
and boundlessly so,
in...
719 reads
4 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
21st Sep 2012 5:40pm
21st Sep 2012 5:40pm
Battle Ready
Tonight frost-giants from Niflheim
descend now to my father’s plains,
to wreak havoc upon my soul.
I shall fight to the death,
and if this war's not my goal,
may the gods grant me the strength to defend,
that I survive to the next war and the next.
Gungnir, now, I aim so true, that my enemies may be vexed.
Succumb now, all whom I battle;
with a weak heart you will be met with destruction.
Ride the calling screams at your death.
Know; what I convey tells of the one-eyed god of wisdom.
...
descend now to my father’s plains,
to wreak havoc upon my soul.
I shall fight to the death,
and if this war's not my goal,
may the gods grant me the strength to defend,
that I survive to the next war and the next.
Gungnir, now, I aim so true, that my enemies may be vexed.
Succumb now, all whom I battle;
with a weak heart you will be met with destruction.
Ride the calling screams at your death.
Know; what I convey tells of the one-eyed god of wisdom.
...
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