Submissions by oskar
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
Today 2:55pm
Today 2:55pm
his first love
His first love
No, it was not a dream there was a war going on
of which he understood little only that the German soldiers
that was camped nearby gave him chocolate.
He had met a little girl and was in love they sat under
a wooden bridge, the water trickled when he asked her to marry him.
She said no and he bit her arm.
She cried and ran home to her mother.
He was told not to be so aggressive, the little girl´s new boyfriend
was a farm boy his contempt was absolute.
The war was coming to an end the German army surrendered and was...
No, it was not a dream there was a war going on
of which he understood little only that the German soldiers
that was camped nearby gave him chocolate.
He had met a little girl and was in love they sat under
a wooden bridge, the water trickled when he asked her to marry him.
She said no and he bit her arm.
She cried and ran home to her mother.
He was told not to be so aggressive, the little girl´s new boyfriend
was a farm boy his contempt was absolute.
The war was coming to an end the German army surrendered and was...
#birth
#motherhood
#marriage
#fate
#aging
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STORY POEM
Published
Yesterday 8:29am
Yesterday 8:29am
was it Trieste
Was it, Trieste?
An odd place half dour Russian and half lively Italian
I sat in café drinking beer and waiting for a tall American woman
she smoked cigarettes, which back then was a novelty
for a lady to smoke outdoors.
I had never met her but was sure she was a spy.
I was told she was at the railway station when I got there
the train had gone, but there was a picture of a lady smoking
A cigarette called “Monte Carlo”.
Walking around I saw a small lady carrying a heavy suitcase
I offered to help her thinking she lived nearby.
We...
An odd place half dour Russian and half lively Italian
I sat in café drinking beer and waiting for a tall American woman
she smoked cigarettes, which back then was a novelty
for a lady to smoke outdoors.
I had never met her but was sure she was a spy.
I was told she was at the railway station when I got there
the train had gone, but there was a picture of a lady smoking
A cigarette called “Monte Carlo”.
Walking around I saw a small lady carrying a heavy suitcase
I offered to help her thinking she lived nearby.
We...
#kindness
#inspirational
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeGoals
#learning
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Nov 2020 10:16am
22nd Nov 2020 10:16am
careworn sun
Careworn sun
It was early Sunday morning.
I saw a red sun struggling to get over a mountain range
and then it was morning.
A cat jumped up on a car roof, the vehicle's alarm
sounded, blinking light that stopped after a little while
no one came out to investigate.
The silence was profound I could hear the town breathing
rhythmically in and out, a dog barked but thought better
abruptly stopped.
The day with its opportunity, pleasure and grief began.
It was early Sunday morning.
I saw a red sun struggling to get over a mountain range
and then it was morning.
A cat jumped up on a car roof, the vehicle's alarm
sounded, blinking light that stopped after a little while
no one came out to investigate.
The silence was profound I could hear the town breathing
rhythmically in and out, a dog barked but thought better
abruptly stopped.
The day with its opportunity, pleasure and grief began.
#kindness
#motivational
#inspirational #admiration
#inspirational #admiration
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Nov 2020 9:14am
21st Nov 2020 9:14am
we, the travellers
We, the travellers
Many people when they get elderly travel the world
to see famous places and other cultures.
When they die, they will have no recollection of the travels.
I have been to every country that has a seaport,
working long hours, it was dark when I got up and dark
when the toil was over.
I might as well not have been there, because the docks
are always the same, bars, whores and booze and
they all looked the same, and the women were selling
the same wares whether black or brown, but for a man
alone it was the nearest...
Many people when they get elderly travel the world
to see famous places and other cultures.
When they die, they will have no recollection of the travels.
I have been to every country that has a seaport,
working long hours, it was dark when I got up and dark
when the toil was over.
I might as well not have been there, because the docks
are always the same, bars, whores and booze and
they all looked the same, and the women were selling
the same wares whether black or brown, but for a man
alone it was the nearest...
#birth
#death
#birthday #anniversary
#birthday #anniversary
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ANGER POEM
Published
18th Nov 2020 10:22am
18th Nov 2020 10:22am
at the hospital
At the hospital
I had an appointment
It appears my kidney is in a bad shape
Due to my diabetes.
Leaving with this glad tiding
I went the wrong way out
And was brutally stopped by a Nazi guard.
I pushed back
And we ended up in a fight
it was stopped by my nurse
Who whispered something in his ear?
He let go.
I needed a pee, he wouldn´t tell me
Where the toilet was
The revenge of the small people.
I took my penis out ready to pee on the floor.
They hastily showed me the loo.
The guard said: don´t be so...
I had an appointment
It appears my kidney is in a bad shape
Due to my diabetes.
Leaving with this glad tiding
I went the wrong way out
And was brutally stopped by a Nazi guard.
I pushed back
And we ended up in a fight
it was stopped by my nurse
Who whispered something in his ear?
He let go.
I needed a pee, he wouldn´t tell me
Where the toilet was
The revenge of the small people.
I took my penis out ready to pee on the floor.
They hastily showed me the loo.
The guard said: don´t be so...
#anxiety
#bipolar
#addiction
#apathy
#Autism
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Nov 2020 2:04pm
14th Nov 2020 2:04pm
the vaccine is here
The vaccine is here
The day took a long time coming
the night persisted and only moved across the sea
heading for Northern Norway where the night
lasts for months.
The day was grey and in a bad mood showering
streets with rain making dead leaves slippery.
Every café, restaurants are closed, and the local
supermarket closes at one so, if you have not
bought food for Saturday and Sunday bully for you.
If people stay at home, it will reduce contagiousness
but the COVID-19 is not going away when
the lockdown is over it will,...
The day took a long time coming
the night persisted and only moved across the sea
heading for Northern Norway where the night
lasts for months.
The day was grey and in a bad mood showering
streets with rain making dead leaves slippery.
Every café, restaurants are closed, and the local
supermarket closes at one so, if you have not
bought food for Saturday and Sunday bully for you.
If people stay at home, it will reduce contagiousness
but the COVID-19 is not going away when
the lockdown is over it will,...
#money
#cars
#mirror #consumerism
#mirror #consumerism
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Nov 2020 9:18am
13th Nov 2020 9:18am
The USA election
The USA election
Election fraud
Is running through my mind
august newspapers say there might have been
irregularity but not enough to make any difference
of the election outcome
Trump lost.
A little thieving is ok as long as it´s not a big heist.
Some dirt remains, more people voted for Trump,
in this election than in 2016.
It is all for the best a beast fell by the wayside.
And we say good riddance.
We have got Joe Biden now, and he is unsullied.
And he will usher in changes, or perhaps not!
Election fraud
Is running through my mind
august newspapers say there might have been
irregularity but not enough to make any difference
of the election outcome
Trump lost.
A little thieving is ok as long as it´s not a big heist.
Some dirt remains, more people voted for Trump,
in this election than in 2016.
It is all for the best a beast fell by the wayside.
And we say good riddance.
We have got Joe Biden now, and he is unsullied.
And he will usher in changes, or perhaps not!
#anxiety
#confusion
#emptiness #bittersweet
#emptiness #bittersweet
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Nov 2020 9:36am
12th Nov 2020 9:36am
poetry and work
Poetry and work
I sit here in front of the computer,
thinking I dislike rhyming poetry it goes on my nerves
Repetitive words to make it sound classical, and who
decide what classical or mere writing is?
We admire some poems because we have them as pensum
at school, we learned by heart, but there is no reason
Kipling should be taught in Sweden unless one happens
to like reading for its own sake.
I think the verb “verb” should be erased from the language
and replaced with activities we like to perform.
Let robots do the cement...
I sit here in front of the computer,
thinking I dislike rhyming poetry it goes on my nerves
Repetitive words to make it sound classical, and who
decide what classical or mere writing is?
We admire some poems because we have them as pensum
at school, we learned by heart, but there is no reason
Kipling should be taught in Sweden unless one happens
to like reading for its own sake.
I think the verb “verb” should be erased from the language
and replaced with activities we like to perform.
Let robots do the cement...
#cars
#music
#dance
#passion
#reading
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Nov 2020 10:31am
11th Nov 2020 10:31am
a newspaper and a widow
A newspaper and a Widow
The old widow across the hall
has been coughing loudly during the night
I thought of knocking on her door.
Decided against because of the virus she might have.
Well, she is not coughing now.
I have read the guardian newspaper a confessed
paper for “the educated middle-class” I should not
read it as I´m not their class of people nor do I wish
to become one. I used to write comments to there
but was barred, so I use Twitter instead
but it has some good writers, so it is worth reading.
There are times when...
The old widow across the hall
has been coughing loudly during the night
I thought of knocking on her door.
Decided against because of the virus she might have.
Well, she is not coughing now.
I have read the guardian newspaper a confessed
paper for “the educated middle-class” I should not
read it as I´m not their class of people nor do I wish
to become one. I used to write comments to there
but was barred, so I use Twitter instead
but it has some good writers, so it is worth reading.
There are times when...
#books
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry #reading
#WritingPoetry #reading
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Nov 2020 10:02am
10th Nov 2020 10:02am
new haiku
Haiku
Early evening
The day gives way tonight
The child cries.
Tranquil is the sea
Ripples onshore as tar
Absent is the wind
Autumnal darkness
Impatient winter waits
Storm knocks on windows
Frost cracks on timber
Snow makes the land secretive
Will there be a spring?
Spring after rain-fall
Aromatic is the landscape
Broods climbing trees
Early evening
The day gives way tonight
The child cries.
Tranquil is the sea
Ripples onshore as tar
Absent is the wind
Autumnal darkness
Impatient winter waits
Storm knocks on windows
Frost cracks on timber
Snow makes the land secretive
Will there be a spring?
Spring after rain-fall
Aromatic is the landscape
Broods climbing trees
#countryside
#forest
#sea #clouds
#sea #clouds
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STORY POEM
Published
9th Nov 2020 9:39am
9th Nov 2020 9:39am
a president´s sad ending
A president’s sad ending
Speaks into the empty office he hears an echo which
repeats his words, I´m the president.
His wife lives in New York and the only visitors he gets
are sycophants and from a pale sickly-looking man
who is as deluded as him?
All rooms are bare, and furniture moved to storage he
sleeps on a sofa in the office takes his meals in there too.
His valet helps him having a bath and change his suit.
The valet is black and has to endure the brunt of his rage about
black people not voting for him.
It will all be Ok,...
Speaks into the empty office he hears an echo which
repeats his words, I´m the president.
His wife lives in New York and the only visitors he gets
are sycophants and from a pale sickly-looking man
who is as deluded as him?
All rooms are bare, and furniture moved to storage he
sleeps on a sofa in the office takes his meals in there too.
His valet helps him having a bath and change his suit.
The valet is black and has to endure the brunt of his rage about
black people not voting for him.
It will all be Ok,...
#courage
#friendship
#gratitude #healing
#gratitude #healing
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STORY POEM
Published
8th Nov 2020 8:34am
8th Nov 2020 8:34am
the forever tourist
The forever tourist
He woke up at two o´clock in the morning
he had to take a train to the main city at four
his wife said the train didn´t run on Saturdays or Sundays
he ignored that she wanted to sleep a bit longer.
The main city was full of soldiers who spoke in a guttural tongue there was no place at the inn,
but a porter found a sofa for him in the hall
where soldiers and whores came and left during the night.
Cigarette smoke and perfume was like a fog in the hall dancing to the tune of
the activities in the rooms.
He got up early...
He woke up at two o´clock in the morning
he had to take a train to the main city at four
his wife said the train didn´t run on Saturdays or Sundays
he ignored that she wanted to sleep a bit longer.
The main city was full of soldiers who spoke in a guttural tongue there was no place at the inn,
but a porter found a sofa for him in the hall
where soldiers and whores came and left during the night.
Cigarette smoke and perfume was like a fog in the hall dancing to the tune of
the activities in the rooms.
He got up early...
#birth
#marriage
#birthday
#anniversary
#pregnancy
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