Submissions by oskar
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
Yesterday 10:11am
Yesterday 10:11am
once, in America
Once, in America
I saw a wonderful picture of a female soldier coming home
after a tour of duty defending America against the enemy
In Syria or some other contested country.
She embraces her daughter, a perfect moment; we did not
ask any awkward questions about why invading a country is
defending America.
The USA is a country divided; we get news from Washington
and Wall Street and what the president says
but of real America, we know, not very much and what
we think we know, is usually mythical in western movies.
The Americans...
I saw a wonderful picture of a female soldier coming home
after a tour of duty defending America against the enemy
In Syria or some other contested country.
She embraces her daughter, a perfect moment; we did not
ask any awkward questions about why invading a country is
defending America.
The USA is a country divided; we get news from Washington
and Wall Street and what the president says
but of real America, we know, not very much and what
we think we know, is usually mythical in western movies.
The Americans...
#anger
#anxiety
#apathy
#boredom
#bittersweet
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SELF POEM
Published
25th Nov 2022 2:08pm
25th Nov 2022 2:08pm
the silence of the ewes
The silence of the ewes
He helped run them up seven sheep for the slaughter
got them into the truck, taking them to the abattoir
in a pen outside, they waited and bleated nonstop
Dim-witted perhaps, they didn’t expect a happy result.
In circles, they ran, but one by one, caught and
brought into slaughter.
When it was the last sheep’s turn to go into
the room of lifeblood and gloating men in caps
the sheep had stopped bleating following its
captors in and offered no resistance.
The men in bloodied overalls were silent ...
He helped run them up seven sheep for the slaughter
got them into the truck, taking them to the abattoir
in a pen outside, they waited and bleated nonstop
Dim-witted perhaps, they didn’t expect a happy result.
In circles, they ran, but one by one, caught and
brought into slaughter.
When it was the last sheep’s turn to go into
the room of lifeblood and gloating men in caps
the sheep had stopped bleating following its
captors in and offered no resistance.
The men in bloodied overalls were silent ...
#love
#motivational
#redemption #respect
#redemption #respect
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DARK POEM
Published
24th Nov 2022 2:17pm
24th Nov 2022 2:17pm
among us
Among us
The dance of death never stops
A plane crossing the Atlantic losses heights
the chief pilot flirts with a woman
when he is called to the cockpit
Too late, a gigantic wave hits the tail
Goodbye Paris.
The heart of tired sparrows stops
it falls from the sky
hits the front window of a car
distracted, the driver hits another car
In the melee, no one sees the sparrow.
A tourist, going for a walk, in jolly Naples
is hit by a pig kept on the balcony
No more sightseeing.
You’re not safe in bed, a nightmare ...
The dance of death never stops
A plane crossing the Atlantic losses heights
the chief pilot flirts with a woman
when he is called to the cockpit
Too late, a gigantic wave hits the tail
Goodbye Paris.
The heart of tired sparrows stops
it falls from the sky
hits the front window of a car
distracted, the driver hits another car
In the melee, no one sees the sparrow.
A tourist, going for a walk, in jolly Naples
is hit by a pig kept on the balcony
No more sightseeing.
You’re not safe in bed, a nightmare ...
#grief
#frustration
#greed
#emptiness
#fear
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Nov 2022 10:12am
23rd Nov 2022 10:12am
corned beef
Corned beef
25 years ago, I found in the attic of a small hotel
briefly used as headquarter by British troops after
the war, a tin of bully beef.
I opened the tin, the meat looked lovely and fat
cut a slice tasted as made yesterday.
Later in the evening, I made a stew of potatoes
onions and carrots, added the corned beef, for
refugees, a Polish family of five; yes, the Poles too
had once been refugees, not one would think so
closing their border for other asylum seekers.
As it was their first hot meal since they bedraggled ...
25 years ago, I found in the attic of a small hotel
briefly used as headquarter by British troops after
the war, a tin of bully beef.
I opened the tin, the meat looked lovely and fat
cut a slice tasted as made yesterday.
Later in the evening, I made a stew of potatoes
onions and carrots, added the corned beef, for
refugees, a Polish family of five; yes, the Poles too
had once been refugees, not one would think so
closing their border for other asylum seekers.
As it was their first hot meal since they bedraggled ...
#forgiveness
#gratitude
#admiration #emotions
#admiration #emotions
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
22nd Nov 2022 8:47am
22nd Nov 2022 8:47am
the raven
The Raven
I sat on the terrace over the kitchen, taking the sun
when a raven came, sat on the railing, eyeing me
It decided I was not a risk, but it cawed to the dog
she uneased, walked down and stayed in the yard.
The sparrows that lived under the roof tiles were
absent, a new master had moved in.
Once it caught a swallow in flight, dropped it
the bird had damaged wing, and my instinct was to
save it, but didn’t want to interfere, the raven
swooped, picked the bird up, and flew to the woods.
I had mice under the roof tiles, but that was...
I sat on the terrace over the kitchen, taking the sun
when a raven came, sat on the railing, eyeing me
It decided I was not a risk, but it cawed to the dog
she uneased, walked down and stayed in the yard.
The sparrows that lived under the roof tiles were
absent, a new master had moved in.
Once it caught a swallow in flight, dropped it
the bird had damaged wing, and my instinct was to
save it, but didn’t want to interfere, the raven
swooped, picked the bird up, and flew to the woods.
I had mice under the roof tiles, but that was...
#love
#kindness
#hope
#admiration
#respect
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Nov 2022 11:19am
20th Nov 2022 11:19am
the England I knew
The England I knew
When I came to England in the seventies, I settled
in a dreadful town called Elsmere Port
the saving grace, it had a library and was near Chester
and Liverpool.
My education was a woeful lacking substance I took
classes in counselling, philosophy, literature and of all
thing acting, an art that always has fascinated me.
The chasm between workers and bosses was not deep
even the Tory party had a human face
Then came the catastrophe, in the form of a female
called Margarete Thatcher.
Greed is right; there is...
When I came to England in the seventies, I settled
in a dreadful town called Elsmere Port
the saving grace, it had a library and was near Chester
and Liverpool.
My education was a woeful lacking substance I took
classes in counselling, philosophy, literature and of all
thing acting, an art that always has fascinated me.
The chasm between workers and bosses was not deep
even the Tory party had a human face
Then came the catastrophe, in the form of a female
called Margarete Thatcher.
Greed is right; there is...
#grief
#frustration
#greed
#emptiness
#fear
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SELF POEM
Published
18th Nov 2022 6:19am
18th Nov 2022 6:19am
footwear and a mendicant
Footwear and a mendicant
After going to several shoe shops, I found shoes that fitted me
happy, I walked along and saw a woman sitting on the pavement
begging, she looked old for her age severely marked by poverty.
I stopped and looked for change; I didn’t have any, the woman
waited, what to do now?
I could not walk past, like not noticed this wretched soul
I gave her a note of ten euros and cursed myself, but it triggered
a memory from my childhood.
Mother had gone into a shop she had stamps to buy woollen socks
nylon socks were for the...
After going to several shoe shops, I found shoes that fitted me
happy, I walked along and saw a woman sitting on the pavement
begging, she looked old for her age severely marked by poverty.
I stopped and looked for change; I didn’t have any, the woman
waited, what to do now?
I could not walk past, like not noticed this wretched soul
I gave her a note of ten euros and cursed myself, but it triggered
a memory from my childhood.
Mother had gone into a shop she had stamps to buy woollen socks
nylon socks were for the...
#hope
#inspirational
#gratitude
#admiration
#emotions
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DRUGS POEM
Published
16th Nov 2022 8:41am
16th Nov 2022 8:41am
a man in a bar
The man in the bar
I met a former airline pilot in a crowded bar
we had to share a table, a thing I do not care for
Without introducing himself, he said he was
studying Einstein’s relativities theory.
I said it was too complicated for me and opened
the racing section in the newspaper.
He said it was easy and proceeded to tell me
how easy it was:
“All clocks strike twelve at noon, but not at
At the same time, it depends on the time zone.
in a vacuum, clocks never move as they need
a gravitational pull to push time forward, the...
I met a former airline pilot in a crowded bar
we had to share a table, a thing I do not care for
Without introducing himself, he said he was
studying Einstein’s relativities theory.
I said it was too complicated for me and opened
the racing section in the newspaper.
He said it was easy and proceeded to tell me
how easy it was:
“All clocks strike twelve at noon, but not at
At the same time, it depends on the time zone.
in a vacuum, clocks never move as they need
a gravitational pull to push time forward, the...
#dark
#confusion
#despair
#disappointment
#denial
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DARK POEM
Published
14th Nov 2022 10:47am
14th Nov 2022 10:47am
the brains
The Brains
My uncle was "normal" in, the sense) he wore not
a mask of convention, which scared people
who wore the strait-Jacket of the conventional.
In a civilized society, honesty cannot be tolerated
and the unfortunate truth tell is attacked
From religious, moral and political quarters.
my uncle, Carl, was sent to a mental institution
in Denmark, where the good doctors were trying
to make the “normal” fit the norm.
Months later, a telegram Carl had died in an accident
communication was cumbersome back then
but there was a...
My uncle was "normal" in, the sense) he wore not
a mask of convention, which scared people
who wore the strait-Jacket of the conventional.
In a civilized society, honesty cannot be tolerated
and the unfortunate truth tell is attacked
From religious, moral and political quarters.
my uncle, Carl, was sent to a mental institution
in Denmark, where the good doctors were trying
to make the “normal” fit the norm.
Months later, a telegram Carl had died in an accident
communication was cumbersome back then
but there was a...
#courage
#gratitude
#admiration #emotions
#admiration #emotions
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Nov 2022 10:36am
11th Nov 2022 10:36am
the eternal seaman
The eternal seaman
Coming from the sea, he stayed at a B/B hotel Churchill
near the railway station in Liverpool, a handy place for working women
to bring their customers, who would come home late
blaming overtime at the office.
At the hotel was the captain/lieutenant waiting for secondment,
he suspected the wait would take some time because the officer
had seen a blue angel In Hamburg,
The army officer was an expert on the railway system in Germany
why the army would like to know this in 1972
when they could buy a timetable, a leaflet...
Coming from the sea, he stayed at a B/B hotel Churchill
near the railway station in Liverpool, a handy place for working women
to bring their customers, who would come home late
blaming overtime at the office.
At the hotel was the captain/lieutenant waiting for secondment,
he suspected the wait would take some time because the officer
had seen a blue angel In Hamburg,
The army officer was an expert on the railway system in Germany
why the army would like to know this in 1972
when they could buy a timetable, a leaflet...
#grief
#frustration
#greed
#emptiness
#fear
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Nov 2022 9:42am
9th Nov 2022 9:42am
Campo Alegre
Campo Alegre re-printed
Under the houses on stilt
That has no sewers
And built for whores
To service sailors in Curacao
A dry barren island
In the Caribbean Sea
Pigs live under the houses
Grew big and ugly
When one is slaughtered
The meat tastes of drunk
Seamen’s vomit
And cheap perfume
That hides
The grotesque sex
In the name of need
Under the houses on stilt
That has no sewers
And built for whores
To service sailors in Curacao
A dry barren island
In the Caribbean Sea
Pigs live under the houses
Grew big and ugly
When one is slaughtered
The meat tastes of drunk
Seamen’s vomit
And cheap perfume
That hides
The grotesque sex
In the name of need
#grief
#frustration
#greed
#emptiness
#fear
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LOVE POEM
Published
8th Nov 2022 10:56am
8th Nov 2022 10:56am
the would-be nun
The would-be nun
She was a strange-looking woman, tall and very white
in a country with plenty of sun, she also adored wine.
She often told me after sex, her first choice in life was
to become a nun, but when she went to bed with her
first husband, she lost this choice, yet the dream was
still on her mind.
One day when we were driving in the countryside, we
came upon a small village church, the door was closed
but we found a side door open.
The church had a nice interior with lots of gilded angels
and green tapestry, she lit a...
She was a strange-looking woman, tall and very white
in a country with plenty of sun, she also adored wine.
She often told me after sex, her first choice in life was
to become a nun, but when she went to bed with her
first husband, she lost this choice, yet the dream was
still on her mind.
One day when we were driving in the countryside, we
came upon a small village church, the door was closed
but we found a side door open.
The church had a nice interior with lots of gilded angels
and green tapestry, she lit a...
#happiness
#love
#kindness
#hope
#inspirational
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