Submissions by oskar
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
Yesterday 4:14pm
Yesterday 4:14pm
rich man's blue
Rich man’s blue
A problem when a person meets someone
seriously, they lose their logical sense when
the rich person speaks to them or smile
They are ready to agree that the person says
is the truth, if we accept what he says
He makes mundane of going to Mars
we know his timeline is wrong
but what the heck, he foots the bill
I think of Elon Musk, who has become
the new Shreck role Putin had
But it didn’t sit well as old Putin looked cultural
Wear a nice tie and is a dog lover
His foray into German politics is brave and...
A problem when a person meets someone
seriously, they lose their logical sense when
the rich person speaks to them or smile
They are ready to agree that the person says
is the truth, if we accept what he says
He makes mundane of going to Mars
we know his timeline is wrong
but what the heck, he foots the bill
I think of Elon Musk, who has become
the new Shreck role Putin had
But it didn’t sit well as old Putin looked cultural
Wear a nice tie and is a dog lover
His foray into German politics is brave and...
#admiration
#courage
#emotions
#kindness
#love
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
Yesterday 8:04am
Yesterday 8:04am
Greenland
Greenland
The Vikings often fished for cod along the coast
We know as Greenland since they had noticed
Where the ice had thawed, green grass grew
Olav, the hairy, thought it would be a good idea
To bring cattle and women to herd cows
to the island and on the longboat where the Vikings
That had turned to fishing instead of pillaging
The coast of France thought this was a grand idea; furthermore, it was tiresome sitting in a boat without toilet facilities and not having a wench to lighten the onerous life.
Bringing cattle to Greenland was...
The Vikings often fished for cod along the coast
We know as Greenland since they had noticed
Where the ice had thawed, green grass grew
Olav, the hairy, thought it would be a good idea
To bring cattle and women to herd cows
to the island and on the longboat where the Vikings
That had turned to fishing instead of pillaging
The coast of France thought this was a grand idea; furthermore, it was tiresome sitting in a boat without toilet facilities and not having a wench to lighten the onerous life.
Bringing cattle to Greenland was...
#admiration
#emotions
#kindness #love
#kindness #love
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Jan 2025 2:35pm
10th Jan 2025 2:35pm
the last bus
That is a day for us losers. No, this is not about the climate
it does well, a dollop of sun there and a splash of rain there, not asking for anyone’s permission
With losers, I mean us who have managed to get old
but living wildly and not going for longevity
That makes us miserable because we have nothing
to look back on and say, sure, I did that
It is not that we didn’t try to make a mark, but
Booze and women got in the way, conquest
a whore in every port
Some of us tried to make a mark by scribbling
Our thoughts on a sheet of paper...
it does well, a dollop of sun there and a splash of rain there, not asking for anyone’s permission
With losers, I mean us who have managed to get old
but living wildly and not going for longevity
That makes us miserable because we have nothing
to look back on and say, sure, I did that
It is not that we didn’t try to make a mark, but
Booze and women got in the way, conquest
a whore in every port
Some of us tried to make a mark by scribbling
Our thoughts on a sheet of paper...
#admiration
#courage
#emotions
#kindness
#love
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SELF POEM
Published
10th Jan 2025 11:32am
10th Jan 2025 11:32am
gripe about lunch
gripe about lunch
After, a lunch with chicken slices warmed, but not fried golden brown, I ask, what am I doing here among people who eat for the reason of eating I used to be a chef it was what I trained for
Why should I enjoy a meal not made by a cook
Who takes no pride in his craft, which is more than money, but also an art
When I lived alone in the rustic country, I even
cooked for my dog, and she had a long and healthy life; I believe food is an integral part of our culture it is vital we spend time not eating
Fat hamburgers and over-processed food ...
After, a lunch with chicken slices warmed, but not fried golden brown, I ask, what am I doing here among people who eat for the reason of eating I used to be a chef it was what I trained for
Why should I enjoy a meal not made by a cook
Who takes no pride in his craft, which is more than money, but also an art
When I lived alone in the rustic country, I even
cooked for my dog, and she had a long and healthy life; I believe food is an integral part of our culture it is vital we spend time not eating
Fat hamburgers and over-processed food ...
#anxiety
#apathy
#bittersweet
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Jan 2025 8:31am
9th Jan 2025 8:31am
a regular day
A regular day
We read, with amusement, that Facebook is set free
Mark, our erstwhile friend, has seen the light
Not spending money on fast-checkers, more kudos to him
Is he sincere
For now, this is of scant interest, the wind blows hard, rattles the window, and demands to be let inside.
Hollers, you were glad for the summer breeze
So, what is wrong now
How do explain, to the wind it is a matter of knowing when the climate for change is right?
The wind is not willing to give up, asks what about
X, a rude and opinionated site; well, you...
We read, with amusement, that Facebook is set free
Mark, our erstwhile friend, has seen the light
Not spending money on fast-checkers, more kudos to him
Is he sincere
For now, this is of scant interest, the wind blows hard, rattles the window, and demands to be let inside.
Hollers, you were glad for the summer breeze
So, what is wrong now
How do explain, to the wind it is a matter of knowing when the climate for change is right?
The wind is not willing to give up, asks what about
X, a rude and opinionated site; well, you...
#admiration
#courage
#emotions
#forgiveness
#gratitude
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Jan 2025 5:23pm
7th Jan 2025 5:23pm
the Gotham man
the Gotham man
He is so wealthy, perhaps the richest man
In the world, he enjoyed his lucre and sired
A dozen of male and female children
He has reached middle age, and his youth has
Gone the body, no longer as elastic as before
He has realized, as many men before him
that
Life has a time limit
Great wealth is also power speaks; we listen when
A rich man voices his opinion he has thrown
himself into body politics, perhaps confusing
Opinions as truth
The problem is he has yet to learn the language
Of diplomacy and is...
He is so wealthy, perhaps the richest man
In the world, he enjoyed his lucre and sired
A dozen of male and female children
He has reached middle age, and his youth has
Gone the body, no longer as elastic as before
He has realized, as many men before him
that
Life has a time limit
Great wealth is also power speaks; we listen when
A rich man voices his opinion he has thrown
himself into body politics, perhaps confusing
Opinions as truth
The problem is he has yet to learn the language
Of diplomacy and is...
#admiration
#courage
#emotions #forgiveness
#emotions #forgiveness
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Jan 2025 12:51pm
6th Jan 2025 12:51pm
a great day
A great Day
This morning, although Monday has a jubilant
Feel, the wind is light, the winter sun warms
The balcony, as seen sitting inside looking out
This a day to remember running on a domestic
A farm landscape with a pair of dogs upsetting
The sheep see cows clumsily running without
The reason other than it is a beautiful day
It is a day to remember that childhood was not
All misery and poverty
Yes, a day when the old man gets up from his
Chair and dance a tango with his youth
This morning, although Monday has a jubilant
Feel, the wind is light, the winter sun warms
The balcony, as seen sitting inside looking out
This a day to remember running on a domestic
A farm landscape with a pair of dogs upsetting
The sheep see cows clumsily running without
The reason other than it is a beautiful day
It is a day to remember that childhood was not
All misery and poverty
Yes, a day when the old man gets up from his
Chair and dance a tango with his youth
#admiration
#gratitude
#kindness #love
#kindness #love
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Jan 2025 1:55pm
5th Jan 2025 1:55pm
a January Sunday
A January Sunday
It is forenoon with showers of rain
Houses try to huddle together for warmth
The trees on the avenue are still wrapped
In light that comes on when darkness falls
At five in the afternoon
Indoor heavy jumpers are worn too early to
Switch on the electric heating
We watch TV, drink coffee, wait for lunch
It is forenoon with showers of rain
Houses try to huddle together for warmth
The trees on the avenue are still wrapped
In light that comes on when darkness falls
At five in the afternoon
Indoor heavy jumpers are worn too early to
Switch on the electric heating
We watch TV, drink coffee, wait for lunch
#admiration
#courage
#kindness #love
#kindness #love
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STORY POEM
Published
5th Jan 2025 10:28am
5th Jan 2025 10:28am
homecoming
homecoming
I was back in my village
had a plastic bag in my hand
looking for a bin to throw the bag away
in the house I once lived
An officious-looking young adult
I knew when he was a boy
told me I couldn't leave the bag there
I walked past a group of women
they saw me and whispered
since no one called my name, I walked on
at the old part of the village
I saw a café that looked like a living room
I asked for a glass of wine
A pleasant-looking old lady brought
a bottle, she called young wine
bottled...
I was back in my village
had a plastic bag in my hand
looking for a bin to throw the bag away
in the house I once lived
An officious-looking young adult
I knew when he was a boy
told me I couldn't leave the bag there
I walked past a group of women
they saw me and whispered
since no one called my name, I walked on
at the old part of the village
I saw a café that looked like a living room
I asked for a glass of wine
A pleasant-looking old lady brought
a bottle, she called young wine
bottled...
#bittersweet
#disappointment
#loneliness
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DRUGS POEM
Published
4th Jan 2025 10:58am
4th Jan 2025 10:58am
the ghost
The Ghost
I tend to wake up at three in the morning
So, I woke up in acold bedroom we can’t afford
To keep any electric heaters on at night
I sensed I was not alone, the someone was watching me
I used to be fearful of this none person thought it was someone, perhaps a woman who I had loved and left, but since women had left me
Not the other way around, it must be something else
I decided it was my old dog Bami she was out
Of habit back to see if I was safe
I spoke softly to her called her darling thanked
Her for the thirteen years we...
I tend to wake up at three in the morning
So, I woke up in acold bedroom we can’t afford
To keep any electric heaters on at night
I sensed I was not alone, the someone was watching me
I used to be fearful of this none person thought it was someone, perhaps a woman who I had loved and left, but since women had left me
Not the other way around, it must be something else
I decided it was my old dog Bami she was out
Of habit back to see if I was safe
I spoke softly to her called her darling thanked
Her for the thirteen years we...
#courage
#kindness
#love
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SELF POEM
Published
3rd Jan 2025 10:32am
3rd Jan 2025 10:32am
the inception edited
The inception edited
On his space-ship had traveled far to
a place where no big bang had happened
No rocks had been thrown into the room
named stars and planets like Saturn
Pluto and Mars
A place that can not be called dark because
darkness suggests an absence of light
Where a compact silence had slowed his ship
had no beginning or end
there was no North, West, South or East
navigating back to life was a hopeless task
no, up or down, left or right
He had reached a point where nothing had
ever existed, he asked himself...
On his space-ship had traveled far to
a place where no big bang had happened
No rocks had been thrown into the room
named stars and planets like Saturn
Pluto and Mars
A place that can not be called dark because
darkness suggests an absence of light
Where a compact silence had slowed his ship
had no beginning or end
there was no North, West, South or East
navigating back to life was a hopeless task
no, up or down, left or right
He had reached a point where nothing had
ever existed, he asked himself...
#pagan
#philosophical
#rebirth #redemption
#rebirth #redemption
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Jan 2025 5:22pm
2nd Jan 2025 5:22pm
the beginning
The beginning
On his space-ship had traveled far to
a place where no big bang had happened
No rocks had been thrown into the room
named stars and planets like Saturn
Pluto and Mars
A place that can not be called dark because
darkness suggests an absence of light
Where a compact silence had slowed his ship
had no beginning or end
there was no North, West, South or East
navigating back to life was a hopeless task
no, up or down, left or right
He had reached a point where nothing had
ever existed, naturally, he asked...
On his space-ship had traveled far to
a place where no big bang had happened
No rocks had been thrown into the room
named stars and planets like Saturn
Pluto and Mars
A place that can not be called dark because
darkness suggests an absence of light
Where a compact silence had slowed his ship
had no beginning or end
there was no North, West, South or East
navigating back to life was a hopeless task
no, up or down, left or right
He had reached a point where nothing had
ever existed, naturally, he asked...
#anger
#apathy
#MovingOn
#regret
#revenge
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