Submissions by oskar
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
STORY POEM
Published
18th Jul 2019 11:05am
18th Jul 2019 11:05am
small fishes
Little fishes
It is not easy to be baby fish
They are on their own from the word go
Avoiding bigger fish.
No time to build sandcastles
Or play hide and seek in the seaweed.
It is about survival most of them get eaten.
They have no empathy, we have but
Ignore it when killing children in Yemen
And raping them.
Some children never see daylight
Abortion so easy to come by sees to that
Forever dreamless eternity
We are losing our empathy and humanity
We are becoming like the fish
Survive or die no one will care for them.
It is not easy to be baby fish
They are on their own from the word go
Avoiding bigger fish.
No time to build sandcastles
Or play hide and seek in the seaweed.
It is about survival most of them get eaten.
They have no empathy, we have but
Ignore it when killing children in Yemen
And raping them.
Some children never see daylight
Abortion so easy to come by sees to that
Forever dreamless eternity
We are losing our empathy and humanity
We are becoming like the fish
Survive or die no one will care for them.
#butterfly
#fish
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STORY POEM
Published
17th Jul 2019 9:08am
17th Jul 2019 9:08am
seen in the woods
Seen in the woods
I saw a white raven, and they are rare
Sitting on a tree branch, it had blood on its chest
Of the sparrow, it had eaten.
I could have been mistaken perhaps it was
A cardinal sitting on a bough getting s rest from
The burden of rituals and be called your holiness.
It could have been a white dove wounded
By shrapnel flying over Syria.
It could also have been a white cloud drifting
Lazily across the blue sky, with spots on sunlight.
Whatever it was, it was none of my business.
I saw a white raven, and they are rare
Sitting on a tree branch, it had blood on its chest
Of the sparrow, it had eaten.
I could have been mistaken perhaps it was
A cardinal sitting on a bough getting s rest from
The burden of rituals and be called your holiness.
It could have been a white dove wounded
By shrapnel flying over Syria.
It could also have been a white cloud drifting
Lazily across the blue sky, with spots on sunlight.
Whatever it was, it was none of my business.
#summer
#fall
#spring
#morning
#night
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Jul 2019 8:19am
16th Jul 2019 8:19am
spoken poetry
Spoken Poetry
I woman was reading some of my poems
They sounded like mine, but not sure
I thought they were too good, I have never
Regarded me on the top shelf of poetry
But occupying a crack between poetry and prose.
The voice made for poetry came from
Poetry hunter, I tried to thank her but she
Didn’t wanted comment.
Perhaps I was wrong
A wish to write as good
As the poems she read was wishful thinking.
From my part.
Nevertheless, I enjoyed her clear, impeccable voice.
I woman was reading some of my poems
They sounded like mine, but not sure
I thought they were too good, I have never
Regarded me on the top shelf of poetry
But occupying a crack between poetry and prose.
The voice made for poetry came from
Poetry hunter, I tried to thank her but she
Didn’t wanted comment.
Perhaps I was wrong
A wish to write as good
As the poems she read was wishful thinking.
From my part.
Nevertheless, I enjoyed her clear, impeccable voice.
#books
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
#passion
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Jul 2019 9:34am
15th Jul 2019 9:34am
sleapless in Cascais
Sleepless in Cascais
It was a strange night
Couldn’t sleep thoughts and images
Kept churning around and I was
Horrifyingly awake.
This is pointless, got up and drank
Several glasses of water, my brain
Was talking to me and I had no answer.
To distract myself I watched TV, till
Four in the morning slept like a baby
Until noon, the past is a bleak territory.
It was a strange night
Couldn’t sleep thoughts and images
Kept churning around and I was
Horrifyingly awake.
This is pointless, got up and drank
Several glasses of water, my brain
Was talking to me and I had no answer.
To distract myself I watched TV, till
Four in the morning slept like a baby
Until noon, the past is a bleak territory.
#identity
#beauty
#politics
#art
#morality
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Jul 2019 9:25am
14th Jul 2019 9:25am
summer evening
Summer evening
The day is gone
Darkness is moving in
My day
Correcting poem
Writing new ones is over
Time for TV.
I have read the news
Not uplifting
Seeing Trump
The elected dictator
Triumphant boasts.
Why are the Americans
So stupid
Can he not see
He s shyster
Dragging you into
A new war
Marching happily
Into war for his benefit
Thousand of your soldiers
Die painfully
For his honour
The day is gone
Darkness is moving in
My day
Correcting poem
Writing new ones is over
Time for TV.
I have read the news
Not uplifting
Seeing Trump
The elected dictator
Triumphant boasts.
Why are the Americans
So stupid
Can he not see
He s shyster
Dragging you into
A new war
Marching happily
Into war for his benefit
Thousand of your soldiers
Die painfully
For his honour
#gay
#gothic
#misunderstood #transgender
#misunderstood #transgender
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Jul 2019 12:36pm
13th Jul 2019 12:36pm
to suddenly be old
To suddenly be old
It came so suddenly one day I woke and was old
I thought it was never going to happen.
To be old is ok up to a point, but the body is falling apart
I walk with a cane now, constant pain when walking unaided.
I have lost my sense of humour nothing is funny,
What made me laugh has turned into shrug about the idiocy
Of humans. We see this clearly when a British troops board
An Iranian vessel, after request, by the USA it is laughable
How they want a war that has no reason other
Then revenge when Iranian students took over the...
It came so suddenly one day I woke and was old
I thought it was never going to happen.
To be old is ok up to a point, but the body is falling apart
I walk with a cane now, constant pain when walking unaided.
I have lost my sense of humour nothing is funny,
What made me laugh has turned into shrug about the idiocy
Of humans. We see this clearly when a British troops board
An Iranian vessel, after request, by the USA it is laughable
How they want a war that has no reason other
Then revenge when Iranian students took over the...
#grief
#abuse
#ignorance
#FeelingTrapped
#hurt
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Jul 2019 10:58am
12th Jul 2019 10:58am
no pilot
No pilot
The ships in the bay of Cascais
Are waiting for a pilot to take them to port.
They have been there long
A strike by the dock workers take time
In the meantime, the seamen do a little work
Painting here and there but mostly
Sitting in the sun getting a tan.
The cook is worried he needs a supply of food
No more vegetable left except the canned stuff.
He has frozen meat, but not enough of it
Should the strike last.
He sighs and drinks another coffee
The ships in the bay of Cascais
Are waiting for a pilot to take them to port.
They have been there long
A strike by the dock workers take time
In the meantime, the seamen do a little work
Painting here and there but mostly
Sitting in the sun getting a tan.
The cook is worried he needs a supply of food
No more vegetable left except the canned stuff.
He has frozen meat, but not enough of it
Should the strike last.
He sighs and drinks another coffee
#disappointment
#emptiness
#apathy #boredom
#apathy #boredom
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LOVE POEM
Published
11th Jul 2019 10:17am
11th Jul 2019 10:17am
kitchen drama
Kitchen drama
We were poor
Shared our kitchen with the woman next door
She was in her thirties
I was fifteen.
We met in the kitchen
It started with a kiss
It ended with full sex.
Mother found out
Called our neighbour a wore gave her a slap
Across her face.
To me, she said.
How could you with that woman!
We were poor
Shared our kitchen with the woman next door
She was in her thirties
I was fifteen.
We met in the kitchen
It started with a kiss
It ended with full sex.
Mother found out
Called our neighbour a wore gave her a slap
Across her face.
To me, she said.
How could you with that woman!
#lust
#erotic
#porn #passion
#porn #passion
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Jul 2019 11:58am
10th Jul 2019 11:58am
green umrella
Green Umbrella
We were out driving it began raining and the window whiskers didn’t work.
My wife went out of the car walked in front
I could see the umbrella it was green, but the progress was slow especially up the hill and we had to stop many times.
At home, I dried her hair and washed her tired,
sore feet made her a cup of strong tea till she
was ready to make my evening meal.
Green Umbrella
We were out driving it began raining, and the window whiskers did not work.
My wife went out of the car walked in front
I could see the...
We were out driving it began raining and the window whiskers didn’t work.
My wife went out of the car walked in front
I could see the umbrella it was green, but the progress was slow especially up the hill and we had to stop many times.
At home, I dried her hair and washed her tired,
sore feet made her a cup of strong tea till she
was ready to make my evening meal.
Green Umbrella
We were out driving it began raining, and the window whiskers did not work.
My wife went out of the car walked in front
I could see the...
#courage
#hypocrisy
#heroic
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STORY POEM
Published
9th Jul 2019 8:44am
9th Jul 2019 8:44am
a friend for life
not what you think
as the ship was docked or hidden instead in a small bay
if mother had she known refused to see me go on board
. Along it railing a group of scowling men passing the time by spitting into the water.
In the galley, I met the cook who knew the rudimentary of cooking he was cleaning dirt from under his fingernails using a fish knife - a giant of a man few dared to cross him, a friend for life.
With a crew of murderous ruffians and a million cockroaches
I had to live, yet we wore bandana of grey, and they had as I the pallid...
as the ship was docked or hidden instead in a small bay
if mother had she known refused to see me go on board
. Along it railing a group of scowling men passing the time by spitting into the water.
In the galley, I met the cook who knew the rudimentary of cooking he was cleaning dirt from under his fingernails using a fish knife - a giant of a man few dared to cross him, a friend for life.
With a crew of murderous ruffians and a million cockroaches
I had to live, yet we wore bandana of grey, and they had as I the pallid...
#teens
#marriage
#aging
#luck
#fatherhood
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Jul 2019 10:19am
8th Jul 2019 10:19am
alone in a church
Alone in a Church
First time saw Alfred was in New York, 1955. He appeared on a
Clubs ‘stage playing sweet music. I was alone and frightened lost in a strange world so my father followed me back to the ship a
night of yellow fog and light rain.
For many years, I didn’t see Alfred busy as I was growing up and yes, not to forget all the beautiful girls how can a father compete with that?
In was only in later years when penniless and abandoned he came back, playing sweet music and listened to my story, just nodding his head and helping me up. I sat in a church it was...
First time saw Alfred was in New York, 1955. He appeared on a
Clubs ‘stage playing sweet music. I was alone and frightened lost in a strange world so my father followed me back to the ship a
night of yellow fog and light rain.
For many years, I didn’t see Alfred busy as I was growing up and yes, not to forget all the beautiful girls how can a father compete with that?
In was only in later years when penniless and abandoned he came back, playing sweet music and listened to my story, just nodding his head and helping me up. I sat in a church it was...
#childhood
#death
#holiday
#sleep
#luck
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DARK POEM
Published
7th Jul 2019 8:54am
7th Jul 2019 8:54am
Egypt Galore
Egypt Galore
I was in Alexandra once
It was unpleasant
People stopped me asked
For cigarettes.
They were standing to close
Crowding me.
Asked if I was a Christian
Sniggered.
I found a bar that sold beer
But from every window
They, the rabble
Was watching me
Making unkind comments.
When the crowd thinned out
I left
Some of them asking me about
Swedish women, they lusted for
Sex with willing women with short skirts.
I was followed by their foul breath
Until I reached the gate
Of the...
I was in Alexandra once
It was unpleasant
People stopped me asked
For cigarettes.
They were standing to close
Crowding me.
Asked if I was a Christian
Sniggered.
I found a bar that sold beer
But from every window
They, the rabble
Was watching me
Making unkind comments.
When the crowd thinned out
I left
Some of them asking me about
Swedish women, they lusted for
Sex with willing women with short skirts.
I was followed by their foul breath
Until I reached the gate
Of the...
#dark
#evil
#greed
#hypocrisy
#temptation
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