Submissions by oskar
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
salami for a horse
Salami for a Horse.
Driving home from the man whose profession
is to study people´s entrails, rice pudding he
had said and no booze- and for this banality
he charged me 80 euros; the car stopped and
I opened the back door- of the car- and let out
my horse. It is a small horse my feet reached
the ground and I helped the horse by walking
too- sitting. Nearing home it galloped which
was painful for my ankles.
Stabled it on the veranda, but as I had no hay
it ate the wicker chair, which displeased my cat
that used to sleep in it. Morning,...
Driving home from the man whose profession
is to study people´s entrails, rice pudding he
had said and no booze- and for this banality
he charged me 80 euros; the car stopped and
I opened the back door- of the car- and let out
my horse. It is a small horse my feet reached
the ground and I helped the horse by walking
too- sitting. Nearing home it galloped which
was painful for my ankles.
Stabled it on the veranda, but as I had no hay
it ate the wicker chair, which displeased my cat
that used to sleep in it. Morning,...
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Elvira, the almond tree
An Almond Tree
Elvira was walking her dog, a poodle, in a landscape
of rounded hills, when she fell into a cylindrical
borehole; her dog waited for her to come up again,
she didn´t, and since it was getting dark it ran home.
In the night an almond tree grew out of the hole
it had had white and pink flowers forever blooming.
In the morning people went looking for Elvira,
the dog led the way, and when they came to the tree
it sat down, wagged its tale and happily barked.
Elvira was never found. When the search was over
everyone walked home,...
Elvira was walking her dog, a poodle, in a landscape
of rounded hills, when she fell into a cylindrical
borehole; her dog waited for her to come up again,
she didn´t, and since it was getting dark it ran home.
In the night an almond tree grew out of the hole
it had had white and pink flowers forever blooming.
In the morning people went looking for Elvira,
the dog led the way, and when they came to the tree
it sat down, wagged its tale and happily barked.
Elvira was never found. When the search was over
everyone walked home,...
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Services Rendered
Services Rendered
On the side street, where the poet
took his nightly walk, shots resonated,
yelling, and a car driving fast;
on the pavement a man´s blood
was running into the gutter.
The police asked what he had seen?
Nothing!
You must have seen something?
I saw a waterfall running down
a mountainside in spring and
the air was pure.
Gangland murder?
Weeks later an envelope in his
postbox, five thousand dollars.
The poet smiled at last someone
had paid him for his poetry
On the side street, where the poet
took his nightly walk, shots resonated,
yelling, and a car driving fast;
on the pavement a man´s blood
was running into the gutter.
The police asked what he had seen?
Nothing!
You must have seen something?
I saw a waterfall running down
a mountainside in spring and
the air was pure.
Gangland murder?
Weeks later an envelope in his
postbox, five thousand dollars.
The poet smiled at last someone
had paid him for his poetry
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a glass of wine
A glass of wine
This is ridiculous it has no name engulfed by sadness, two bottles of wine and cigarettes
and I’m drowning. Tomorrow no more, but I know when the sun falls so will I, succumbed
to a need to fly away to otherness. The pain in my chest is eating away, the emptiness of
my life feels like intolerable burden. I have created a world that is so small it chokes me.
The road to recovery, to palm trees and gentle sea is long. We used to laugh, my lover and
I, life was so funny; now all I can see is waste land with no oasis, there is nothing to lift ...
This is ridiculous it has no name engulfed by sadness, two bottles of wine and cigarettes
and I’m drowning. Tomorrow no more, but I know when the sun falls so will I, succumbed
to a need to fly away to otherness. The pain in my chest is eating away, the emptiness of
my life feels like intolerable burden. I have created a world that is so small it chokes me.
The road to recovery, to palm trees and gentle sea is long. We used to laugh, my lover and
I, life was so funny; now all I can see is waste land with no oasis, there is nothing to lift ...
552 reads
the reformatory
The Reformatory
Cottage needs a lick of paint
but the old man isn´t bothered
let flakes of paint blow
away layers by layers as
calendar years.
Let wind and rain strip cement off walls
till the old stones appears
a skeleton ancient as the land.
The old man has bought new shoes
but they do not give
springs in his steps, and feet ask
for the trust carpet slippers for
he will not go out in the rain
get his face wet in youthful jubilation
Old age has made his home
into a maximum security prison;
there is no escape.
Cottage needs a lick of paint
but the old man isn´t bothered
let flakes of paint blow
away layers by layers as
calendar years.
Let wind and rain strip cement off walls
till the old stones appears
a skeleton ancient as the land.
The old man has bought new shoes
but they do not give
springs in his steps, and feet ask
for the trust carpet slippers for
he will not go out in the rain
get his face wet in youthful jubilation
Old age has made his home
into a maximum security prison;
there is no escape.
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children do tell lies
Children do tell Lies.
The boys ran on meadow land, far from our town,
when we came upon a snake that was sunning
It self on a tiny rise…The snake hissed- they do
and it is not a cliché- in panic we ran back to our
bikes by the road. We discussed the happening
and decided the snake was twelve feet long and
had the head of a dragon. Silence, we thought
the same, it may come looking for us, we jumped
on our bikes and hurried away.
At the dinner table- and since it was Sunday, we
had meat cakes in brown gravy with boiled spuds
and cabbage...
The boys ran on meadow land, far from our town,
when we came upon a snake that was sunning
It self on a tiny rise…The snake hissed- they do
and it is not a cliché- in panic we ran back to our
bikes by the road. We discussed the happening
and decided the snake was twelve feet long and
had the head of a dragon. Silence, we thought
the same, it may come looking for us, we jumped
on our bikes and hurried away.
At the dinner table- and since it was Sunday, we
had meat cakes in brown gravy with boiled spuds
and cabbage...
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tanka
Tanka
A lake within me
Night-full looks for an outlet
The mere is empty
Back to sleep dream of horses
Surviving in Serengeti
A lake within me
Night-full looks for an outlet
The mere is empty
Back to sleep dream of horses
Surviving in Serengeti
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Ivy
Ivy
The woman I loved
promised to marry me
on the condition
I gave her
ten red roses a day.
The money
I had saved,
For a mortgage, vanished.
I bought her poisoned
ivy and she died.
The woman I loved
promised to marry me
on the condition
I gave her
ten red roses a day.
The money
I had saved,
For a mortgage, vanished.
I bought her poisoned
ivy and she died.
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watershortage
Water Shortage
I have seen the future
Water famine and revolutions
Wars over water,
No not the kind of balloons
Of water people throw at
Each other, nor
A wet t. shirt competition,
But real war with blood that
Runs into dry gutters
Rustlers who kill animals for
Their blood and leave carcasses
To rot in the field.
Chilled blood with a chaser of water
Only the rich can afford.
The unwashed masses, with
Plastic Jerry cans, overturning
Water tankers, shower units
Have been dismantled.
Yes, I have seen the...
I have seen the future
Water famine and revolutions
Wars over water,
No not the kind of balloons
Of water people throw at
Each other, nor
A wet t. shirt competition,
But real war with blood that
Runs into dry gutters
Rustlers who kill animals for
Their blood and leave carcasses
To rot in the field.
Chilled blood with a chaser of water
Only the rich can afford.
The unwashed masses, with
Plastic Jerry cans, overturning
Water tankers, shower units
Have been dismantled.
Yes, I have seen the...
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whispers of love
The Whisper of Love
The mild spring wind whispered: I love you and stroked
my face… but then it clouded over the wind hoarsely
shouted: I love you. I fled indoors but it howled nonstop
by the French window: I love you, and I held my hands
against ears as not hear.
Angrily I hollered back: go away I never cared for you,
your obsessive love is too much to bear, strangling me.
But I tell not truth, sweet Marilyn, I love you more now
than before; the wind became a mild zephyr and said:
I know, I know my darling.
The almond tree said:...
The mild spring wind whispered: I love you and stroked
my face… but then it clouded over the wind hoarsely
shouted: I love you. I fled indoors but it howled nonstop
by the French window: I love you, and I held my hands
against ears as not hear.
Angrily I hollered back: go away I never cared for you,
your obsessive love is too much to bear, strangling me.
But I tell not truth, sweet Marilyn, I love you more now
than before; the wind became a mild zephyr and said:
I know, I know my darling.
The almond tree said:...
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the crippled mind
The Crippled Mind
As he was limping his way to town, was overtaken
by a laughing group of youth, he swore at them,
under his breath, as he hated able bodied people.
He could have taken the bus to town, but liked saving
money and see his bank account grow; specially now
his father had died and he stood to inherited quite
a lot of money. He had seen his dead father twice
first at the hospital and later at the chapel, but as he
lacked empathy he felt no grief only a hatred against
the world that had made him a cripple.
He liked watching...
As he was limping his way to town, was overtaken
by a laughing group of youth, he swore at them,
under his breath, as he hated able bodied people.
He could have taken the bus to town, but liked saving
money and see his bank account grow; specially now
his father had died and he stood to inherited quite
a lot of money. He had seen his dead father twice
first at the hospital and later at the chapel, but as he
lacked empathy he felt no grief only a hatred against
the world that had made him a cripple.
He liked watching...
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the pink sink
Pink Sink
The house I bought was owned by a woman
her bathroom was pink and a faint whiff of
womanhood lingered: and I got an affinity to
the pink sink. It was the only, as I lived alone
at the time, that saw my many erections and
subsequent ejaculations.
This unfit love affair was too much to bear
for the poor sink; developed a deep crack and
leaked. I decided to go for a white bathroom
and called a plumber. The white sink looked
innocent like a nunnery´s loo. No, I could not
do it as it felt like to outrage to innocence,...
The house I bought was owned by a woman
her bathroom was pink and a faint whiff of
womanhood lingered: and I got an affinity to
the pink sink. It was the only, as I lived alone
at the time, that saw my many erections and
subsequent ejaculations.
This unfit love affair was too much to bear
for the poor sink; developed a deep crack and
leaked. I decided to go for a white bathroom
and called a plumber. The white sink looked
innocent like a nunnery´s loo. No, I could not
do it as it felt like to outrage to innocence,...
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