Submissions by neo128
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Sep 2016 7:15pm
2nd Sep 2016 7:15pm
As the Universe Conspires
I’ve hailed my life, a blessing.
I’ve disparaged it, a curse.
This, usually, was dependent on
The coins that graced my purse.
I’ve portrayed prodigious mysteries;
Limned the secrets of the runes.
I’ve engendered myself a lonely crab
Scuttling amongst the dunes.
I’ve been drunk on the wine of triumph.
I have groveled in defeat.
I’ve plumbed the depths of humility,
Scaled the heights of brash conceit.
In the end, these were but minor points
In life’s overall design.
The all-important detail is—
The choice was always mine.
I’ve disparaged it, a curse.
This, usually, was dependent on
The coins that graced my purse.
I’ve portrayed prodigious mysteries;
Limned the secrets of the runes.
I’ve engendered myself a lonely crab
Scuttling amongst the dunes.
I’ve been drunk on the wine of triumph.
I have groveled in defeat.
I’ve plumbed the depths of humility,
Scaled the heights of brash conceit.
In the end, these were but minor points
In life’s overall design.
The all-important detail is—
The choice was always mine.
755 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Aug 2016 9:29pm
29th Aug 2016 9:29pm
Sticking Up for the Little Guy
Shame on you cruel astronomers
For the callous, and hurtful, notion
That stripped poor Pluto of membership,
And stuck it with unjust demotion.
A pox upon you scoundrels
Who concocted the infamous project
That reduced a sad, little planet
To a trivial Kuiper belt object.
How dare you consign the modest orb
To an ignominious genus?
And label it inferior to
A sulfuric hell like Venus.
It won't fawn on the Sun like Mercury;
Pluto follows its own humble pattern.
It’s not ostentatiously obese like ...
For the callous, and hurtful, notion
That stripped poor Pluto of membership,
And stuck it with unjust demotion.
A pox upon you scoundrels
Who concocted the infamous project
That reduced a sad, little planet
To a trivial Kuiper belt object.
How dare you consign the modest orb
To an ignominious genus?
And label it inferior to
A sulfuric hell like Venus.
It won't fawn on the Sun like Mercury;
Pluto follows its own humble pattern.
It’s not ostentatiously obese like ...
950 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Apr 2016 6:03pm
15th Apr 2016 6:03pm
What Goes Around...
Ever notice the further we "progress",
The fiercer things seem to get;
How things once thought unspeakable,
These days, don't break a sweat?
It's because the most aggressive ones
Are the ones that stay alive,
While your passive, easygoing sorts
Don't, usually, survive.
Human history’s a bloody business;
That’s a mild interpretation.
And all outcomes are direct results
Of the feral effect's causation.
That we’re the spawn of savagery
Is no hypothetical leap; ...
The fiercer things seem to get;
How things once thought unspeakable,
These days, don't break a sweat?
It's because the most aggressive ones
Are the ones that stay alive,
While your passive, easygoing sorts
Don't, usually, survive.
Human history’s a bloody business;
That’s a mild interpretation.
And all outcomes are direct results
Of the feral effect's causation.
That we’re the spawn of savagery
Is no hypothetical leap; ...
767 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Apr 2016 7:56pm
14th Apr 2016 7:56pm
Logic Died Last Night (After a Short Illness)
(You can't make this stuff up) :|
Connie says to him, "You're a nitwit!
A thoroughly obtuse moron!
Honest to God, you got no clue
That girl loves the ground you walk on!"
"What?" He responds, bewildered.
"I know you ain't talkin' 'bout Dee.
She's got as much use for me
As a wino for sassafrass tea"
"Your problem is," She continues.
"You can never believe it's true
That anyone could come close to a love
Like the one you got for you."
"Well, you've given me much to...
Connie says to him, "You're a nitwit!
A thoroughly obtuse moron!
Honest to God, you got no clue
That girl loves the ground you walk on!"
"What?" He responds, bewildered.
"I know you ain't talkin' 'bout Dee.
She's got as much use for me
As a wino for sassafrass tea"
"Your problem is," She continues.
"You can never believe it's true
That anyone could come close to a love
Like the one you got for you."
"Well, you've given me much to...
877 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Apr 2016 6:51pm
12th Apr 2016 6:51pm
A Little Lower than the Angels...
I heard this exchange on an uptown bus,
Which clearly displays (with shame),
The more profound the changes claimed
—The more things stay same.
Two youths in their mid-adolescence,
Were discussing affairs of the day
When the gist of their conversation
Took a casual turn this way:
One turned, and said, to the other,
"So, Trish rolled out the welcome mat.
Gimme the rundown, my brother,
Are you puttin' the wood to that?"
"This wood ain't for that ass," bro' said
"That's...
Which clearly displays (with shame),
The more profound the changes claimed
—The more things stay same.
Two youths in their mid-adolescence,
Were discussing affairs of the day
When the gist of their conversation
Took a casual turn this way:
One turned, and said, to the other,
"So, Trish rolled out the welcome mat.
Gimme the rundown, my brother,
Are you puttin' the wood to that?"
"This wood ain't for that ass," bro' said
"That's...
792 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Apr 2016 6:08pm
10th Apr 2016 6:08pm
Why I Never Date Girls who can Spell Penicillin
In my youth I roamed streets of iniquity,
Most generally, travelling by night;
My temperament being the dicey sort
That preferred to avoid the light.
Whilst embarked on one shady excursion,
I espied a passable wench
Whom I took to be just the ticket for
Certain appetites I sought to quench.
Importuning a dubious citizen,
I asked how to best track my game.
He said, looking at her, "That's Osfa".
I remarked. "What a curious name."
He sneered, "It ain't a name, greenhorn.
You don't want no part of that haul. ...
Most generally, travelling by night;
My temperament being the dicey sort
That preferred to avoid the light.
Whilst embarked on one shady excursion,
I espied a passable wench
Whom I took to be just the ticket for
Certain appetites I sought to quench.
Importuning a dubious citizen,
I asked how to best track my game.
He said, looking at her, "That's Osfa".
I remarked. "What a curious name."
He sneered, "It ain't a name, greenhorn.
You don't want no part of that haul. ...
712 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
4th Apr 2016 7:18pm
4th Apr 2016 7:18pm
Seven Short Steps to Ragnarok
My soul died screaming
Before my mind’s objective eye.
There’s a chance I might have saved it
Had I been inclined to try.
I was moved, as I recall,
To heave a fairly heavy sigh.
I had no tears to shed, though;
I’m just not that type of guy.
But something did replace it;
Sort of crept in, on the sly.
All I know, now, is never
Has my ambition soared so high.
I'll be selecting disciples, shortly.
No dilettantes need apply.
Before my mind’s objective eye.
There’s a chance I might have saved it
Had I been inclined to try.
I was moved, as I recall,
To heave a fairly heavy sigh.
I had no tears to shed, though;
I’m just not that type of guy.
But something did replace it;
Sort of crept in, on the sly.
All I know, now, is never
Has my ambition soared so high.
I'll be selecting disciples, shortly.
No dilettantes need apply.
691 reads
2 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
21st Mar 2016 6:42pm
21st Mar 2016 6:42pm
So Close..
A statistic arose and cooly announced,
"You are gripped by a moral paralysis!"
Experts clucked, and brushed it aside,
And promised it later analysis.
A reasoned conjecture astutely declared,
"Your path leads to self-destruction!"
Specialists scoffed, "Ridiculous!"
You're merely a skittish deduction!"
A lucid conclusion forthrightly maintained,
"You're contriving your own extinction!"
Consultants assessed it hysterical,
Thus unable to make a distinction.
Finally, confirmation arrived
With clear proof of Man's...
"You are gripped by a moral paralysis!"
Experts clucked, and brushed it aside,
And promised it later analysis.
A reasoned conjecture astutely declared,
"Your path leads to self-destruction!"
Specialists scoffed, "Ridiculous!"
You're merely a skittish deduction!"
A lucid conclusion forthrightly maintained,
"You're contriving your own extinction!"
Consultants assessed it hysterical,
Thus unable to make a distinction.
Finally, confirmation arrived
With clear proof of Man's...
671 reads
1 Comment
STORY POEM
Published
14th Mar 2016 3:53pm
14th Mar 2016 3:53pm
Next Best Things
This year, I‘ve decided to summer on Mars.
Now, this might seem an oddity,
But my knack for whimsical notions
Is often a handy commodity.
When questioned for a reason why,
I’ll employ an audacious defense.
“To strike a determined blow,” I’ll assert.
“Against tyrannical common sense.”
I can warmly imagine the bracing effects
Of Martian Summer breezes,
And the optical wonders to be enjoyed
As carbon dioxide freezes.
Imagine the confidence I’ll gain,
And the breathtaking thrills I’ll share;
Spending three...
Now, this might seem an oddity,
But my knack for whimsical notions
Is often a handy commodity.
When questioned for a reason why,
I’ll employ an audacious defense.
“To strike a determined blow,” I’ll assert.
“Against tyrannical common sense.”
I can warmly imagine the bracing effects
Of Martian Summer breezes,
And the optical wonders to be enjoyed
As carbon dioxide freezes.
Imagine the confidence I’ll gain,
And the breathtaking thrills I’ll share;
Spending three...
605 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Mar 2016 8:22pm
13th Mar 2016 8:22pm
It's Only Arrogance if You're Wrong
I don’t do sensitivity well,
So I see no point in trying;
You'd agree if you saw how silly I look
When I try to pretend I’m crying.
I’m dreadful at showing humility.
It's a tap-dance I never got right.
Even worse, the shameful deficiency
Doesn't keep me awake at night.
I’m awful at being remorseful
And, sadly, don't flinch at the flaw.
No matter how dodgy my conduct might be,
Regrets will not stick in my craw.
Mothers, learning I’m with their daughters,
Often need a HUGE dose of endorphins,...
So I see no point in trying;
You'd agree if you saw how silly I look
When I try to pretend I’m crying.
I’m dreadful at showing humility.
It's a tap-dance I never got right.
Even worse, the shameful deficiency
Doesn't keep me awake at night.
I’m awful at being remorseful
And, sadly, don't flinch at the flaw.
No matter how dodgy my conduct might be,
Regrets will not stick in my craw.
Mothers, learning I’m with their daughters,
Often need a HUGE dose of endorphins,...
749 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Jan 2016 5:31pm
12th Jan 2016 5:31pm
A Minor Difference of Opinion
Captain Quirk claimed descent from a Cherokee chief.
"I'm a full-blooded brave!" He spit.
His wife yelled. "He's fulla somethin', awright!
But Cherokee blood ain't it!"
"I'm a full-blooded brave!" He spit.
His wife yelled. "He's fulla somethin', awright!
But Cherokee blood ain't it!"
642 reads
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STORY POEM
Published
9th Jan 2016 8:40pm
9th Jan 2016 8:40pm
Gaea, the Good-Time Girl
Every girl should use what Mother Nature gave her before Father Time takes it away.” ~Dr. Laurence J. Peter~
Mother Nature and Father Time
Have a covenant for the ages.
He provides unwritten books;
She illustrates the pages.
Their partnership is perfect;
Each proficient in their part.
Time supplies the interval.
Nature creates the art.
Father Time and Mother Nature
Are professional in their dealings.
Constructive projects prosper best ...
Mother Nature and Father Time
Have a covenant for the ages.
He provides unwritten books;
She illustrates the pages.
Their partnership is perfect;
Each proficient in their part.
Time supplies the interval.
Nature creates the art.
Father Time and Mother Nature
Are professional in their dealings.
Constructive projects prosper best ...
719 reads
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