Submissions by oskar
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
winter of discontent
Winter of Discontent
The cloudiness has settled in the sky
And act as an unpalatable truth of the kind
Summer sun so easily hides.
Old dwellings are full of cracks, sagging roofs
And dust on window sills.
Pot-holed roads grey as clay leads from doom
Till the gloom of routine the sense that
Nothing changes life is an endless struggle
Spring is so far away.
Then, the miracle happened splitting clouds and
I saw the sun as did the flowers in the garden
Warming my face and let the illusion continue.
The cloudiness has settled in the sky
And act as an unpalatable truth of the kind
Summer sun so easily hides.
Old dwellings are full of cracks, sagging roofs
And dust on window sills.
Pot-holed roads grey as clay leads from doom
Till the gloom of routine the sense that
Nothing changes life is an endless struggle
Spring is so far away.
Then, the miracle happened splitting clouds and
I saw the sun as did the flowers in the garden
Warming my face and let the illusion continue.
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the balancing act
The balancing act
New Year’s Eve how fine it was
Red wine and grilled meat
An exhibitionist dance alone
On wooden legs
Fell into a lake of wine almost
Drowned till someone pulled the plug
And he waded ashore to the strand of
Safe temperance
Today he sits in the corner of the restaurant
A plate of soup and a bottle of water
Around him, tables are full of revellers who
Try to stretch
The New Year Eve just a bit longer.
He looks at the people and wonders
Who will be alive next year?
New Year’s Eve how fine it was
Red wine and grilled meat
An exhibitionist dance alone
On wooden legs
Fell into a lake of wine almost
Drowned till someone pulled the plug
And he waded ashore to the strand of
Safe temperance
Today he sits in the corner of the restaurant
A plate of soup and a bottle of water
Around him, tables are full of revellers who
Try to stretch
The New Year Eve just a bit longer.
He looks at the people and wonders
Who will be alive next year?
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the hidden kiss
The Hidden kiss
My niece rang from Russia last night
she knows I love her, and she is immensely kissable.
Between us, there is an ocean of age and nothing
impure passes among us, she enjoys being loved
and I feel uplifted when she visits us.
We are two ships sailing in a stormy sea of love
and not colliding she is my sister.
I have often been worried about her when she navigate
too close to rocky shores of the coast that brings
nothing but divorce and heartache.
She sails in calm water now since she met a three rigged
schooner her age, at...
My niece rang from Russia last night
she knows I love her, and she is immensely kissable.
Between us, there is an ocean of age and nothing
impure passes among us, she enjoys being loved
and I feel uplifted when she visits us.
We are two ships sailing in a stormy sea of love
and not colliding she is my sister.
I have often been worried about her when she navigate
too close to rocky shores of the coast that brings
nothing but divorce and heartache.
She sails in calm water now since she met a three rigged
schooner her age, at...
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desire
The Desire
When I`m hundred years old, I will
not wish for a virgin, namely because
they have no experience just lie there
waiting to be penetrated
I will ask for the best prostitute in town
One who knows all the tricks needed to
get a sleeping giant stand erect, march into
its last war after thirty years of slumber,
Let a geyser of pleasure, break lose and
flood life lived into a patina of love.
Then blissfully die in the tempting arms of
sexual desire.
When I`m hundred years old, I will
not wish for a virgin, namely because
they have no experience just lie there
waiting to be penetrated
I will ask for the best prostitute in town
One who knows all the tricks needed to
get a sleeping giant stand erect, march into
its last war after thirty years of slumber,
Let a geyser of pleasure, break lose and
flood life lived into a patina of love.
Then blissfully die in the tempting arms of
sexual desire.
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when the dead awakens
The Dead Awakens
The elderly man was on holiday up north when he realised
his wallet was at the hotel and in his other jacket problem
he had forgotten the name of the hotel.
Luckily he had a few notes in his watch pocket and loose change enough
to take the bus home, the tour took 12 hours
on a bus that was full job seekers and their children.
At home he remembered the name of the hotel, he rang
through Skype spoke to the reception who said “but you
died two days ago.” Do you remember me the old man asked?”
“Yes, said the man at the desk, but...
The elderly man was on holiday up north when he realised
his wallet was at the hotel and in his other jacket problem
he had forgotten the name of the hotel.
Luckily he had a few notes in his watch pocket and loose change enough
to take the bus home, the tour took 12 hours
on a bus that was full job seekers and their children.
At home he remembered the name of the hotel, he rang
through Skype spoke to the reception who said “but you
died two days ago.” Do you remember me the old man asked?”
“Yes, said the man at the desk, but...
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tango
Forgotten romance
Love is odd
Emotion
We argued a lot
She did me
Harm
Sleeping around
The drinking
She is old now
Like me
We live different lives
But my heart beats
Youngish
When I see her
She used to colour
Her hair red
Now it is grey
She wears a pony
Tail
And her eyes are still
Sea green
But she was
A lousy tango dancer
Love is odd
Emotion
We argued a lot
She did me
Harm
Sleeping around
The drinking
She is old now
Like me
We live different lives
But my heart beats
Youngish
When I see her
She used to colour
Her hair red
Now it is grey
She wears a pony
Tail
And her eyes are still
Sea green
But she was
A lousy tango dancer
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the oasis
The Oasis
I was visiting an oasis in the Sahara, with my dog a pointer, but the night
came so quickly I had to camp in the car, shared my food and water with
the dog. I got up before sunrise, wanted to see the birth of morning when
the land of sand turns into gold. My GPS system had failed but I followed
the way the dog was sniffing the air and drove westward.
After an hour of tedious driving, I saw the oasis, a holiday camp for well to
do Arabs, the women in burka and face veil sat on deck chairs by the oases
lake sunning themselves – or perhaps not- the...
I was visiting an oasis in the Sahara, with my dog a pointer, but the night
came so quickly I had to camp in the car, shared my food and water with
the dog. I got up before sunrise, wanted to see the birth of morning when
the land of sand turns into gold. My GPS system had failed but I followed
the way the dog was sniffing the air and drove westward.
After an hour of tedious driving, I saw the oasis, a holiday camp for well to
do Arabs, the women in burka and face veil sat on deck chairs by the oases
lake sunning themselves – or perhaps not- the...
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the kiss
The Kiss
I had not seen her for many years just
bumped into her on a Christmas busy street.
We kissed hungrily, after all, forty years had
passed and her allure was as before.
The kiss reminded me of Rodin`s sculpture.
She lived in the Canal road number fifty five
we’re going there to make love, but I could not
find my car and she evaporated like mist over
woodland. Next day I looked up the town`s map,
the canal street was a parking lot now and houses
that stood here before torn down when the elders
with a female mayor, was cleaning up the...
I had not seen her for many years just
bumped into her on a Christmas busy street.
We kissed hungrily, after all, forty years had
passed and her allure was as before.
The kiss reminded me of Rodin`s sculpture.
She lived in the Canal road number fifty five
we’re going there to make love, but I could not
find my car and she evaporated like mist over
woodland. Next day I looked up the town`s map,
the canal street was a parking lot now and houses
that stood here before torn down when the elders
with a female mayor, was cleaning up the...
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haiku
Haiku
Christmas again
Seventy -seven bloody times
Spring is far away
Haiku
I wish for April
Intoxicating apple flowers
And rain softening soil
Christmas again
Seventy -seven bloody times
Spring is far away
Haiku
I wish for April
Intoxicating apple flowers
And rain softening soil
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no longer silent
No Longer, Silent
Could it not be
that youth of Muslim origin
go and fight in Syria and elsewhere
Because they see western nation
bombing one country
but sparing their oil allies?
Do we think so little of them that we
think they have been groomed
to see the obvious?
And being young want to fight back
to defend their Arabic heritage
and cultural values.
We only have to look at Palestine and
their plight and not be angry.
The young men and women who fight
for ISIS do so because it gives them a structure
in life,...
Could it not be
that youth of Muslim origin
go and fight in Syria and elsewhere
Because they see western nation
bombing one country
but sparing their oil allies?
Do we think so little of them that we
think they have been groomed
to see the obvious?
And being young want to fight back
to defend their Arabic heritage
and cultural values.
We only have to look at Palestine and
their plight and not be angry.
The young men and women who fight
for ISIS do so because it gives them a structure
in life,...
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the caliphate
The Caliphate
Let us think the unthinkable
Let ISIS have their caliphate and be a state
The Zionists took Palestine and called it Israel
Europeans settlers killed off the Indians
And now it is called USA.
The brutalities and horror from ISIS is terrible
But from a historic perspective
Worst things have happened and will again it is
The human burden to kill for its own sake and
Greed for land
In time, it will be a state with institutions they can
Practise their Sharia law and behave like the Saudis
We will buy their oil and...
Let us think the unthinkable
Let ISIS have their caliphate and be a state
The Zionists took Palestine and called it Israel
Europeans settlers killed off the Indians
And now it is called USA.
The brutalities and horror from ISIS is terrible
But from a historic perspective
Worst things have happened and will again it is
The human burden to kill for its own sake and
Greed for land
In time, it will be a state with institutions they can
Practise their Sharia law and behave like the Saudis
We will buy their oil and...
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a brother never met
A Brother Never Met
I wish I could tell you a story of brotherhood
now that my siblings are dead, I was the youngest one
but knew I had a half- brother in Arizona
a product of my father who was quite active on
this field, the woman- his mother- conceived when my
mother was pregnant with me; I didn`t know this
before I was in my forties. I contacted his half- brother
in Norway to get his address since he had been
adopted and had another surname, but he wouldn`t
give me the address he had forgotten it I knew this was
not true but left if at...
I wish I could tell you a story of brotherhood
now that my siblings are dead, I was the youngest one
but knew I had a half- brother in Arizona
a product of my father who was quite active on
this field, the woman- his mother- conceived when my
mother was pregnant with me; I didn`t know this
before I was in my forties. I contacted his half- brother
in Norway to get his address since he had been
adopted and had another surname, but he wouldn`t
give me the address he had forgotten it I knew this was
not true but left if at...
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