Submissions by oskar
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
18th Sep 2013 9:26am
18th Sep 2013 9:26am
november song
November Song
No suitor knocks on her door
her hair is white and uncombed
children think she is a witch.
Once she had been the belle of
the royal ball, spurned lovers
in her perfumed air.
Old age came creeping, first
slowly than rapidly… and know
she is quite forgotten.
No suitor knocks on her door
her hair is white and uncombed
children think she is a witch.
Once she had been the belle of
the royal ball, spurned lovers
in her perfumed air.
Old age came creeping, first
slowly than rapidly… and know
she is quite forgotten.
518 reads
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Sep 2013 8:26pm
17th Sep 2013 8:26pm
ships of poverty
Ships of Poverty
Going through the Suez Canal in the fifties was
fraught every porthole and doors had to be
locked or we were robbed.
The ship swarmed with carpet sellers, thieves
and people selling dubious alcohol and
pornography that even looked old fashioned
and they were not shy touching up a young
sailor. And for us who had no education we
thought this was Egypt a country of robbers
and shameless perverts.
The Red Sea, Persian Gulf another nightmare
on ships that had no air condition. We slept
on deck to catch...
Going through the Suez Canal in the fifties was
fraught every porthole and doors had to be
locked or we were robbed.
The ship swarmed with carpet sellers, thieves
and people selling dubious alcohol and
pornography that even looked old fashioned
and they were not shy touching up a young
sailor. And for us who had no education we
thought this was Egypt a country of robbers
and shameless perverts.
The Red Sea, Persian Gulf another nightmare
on ships that had no air condition. We slept
on deck to catch...
550 reads
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Sep 2013 9:03am
17th Sep 2013 9:03am
four haiku
Haiku
September drizzle
Sombre green olive trees weep
Dripping foliage
Haiku
Sighing plethora
Rain on a Sunday afternoon
Heavenly peace for some
Haiku
To be obsessed
With a gal who rejects you
October deluge
Haiku
Disconsolate leaves
On manicured lawn of opulence
Golden oaks lament
September drizzle
Sombre green olive trees weep
Dripping foliage
Haiku
Sighing plethora
Rain on a Sunday afternoon
Heavenly peace for some
Haiku
To be obsessed
With a gal who rejects you
October deluge
Haiku
Disconsolate leaves
On manicured lawn of opulence
Golden oaks lament
696 reads
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Sep 2013 2:16pm
15th Sep 2013 2:16pm
on a bender
On a Bender.
New Orleans, dawn, woke up on the floor of a hotel room,
don’t know why I didn’t sleep in the bed. A shower, vapid
water ran slowly down my body like worms they crawled
around and refused to leave. In a bar where men sat in
silence watching TV with sound turned off. A double whisky
and the worms disappeared. Thought I can’t sit here and
drink like an alcoholic, I had a bag of bacon flavoured crisps,
and to show I was a man of taste I asked for Dutch beer.
Time runs fast, when you are drunk, suddenly eight too late
for the...
New Orleans, dawn, woke up on the floor of a hotel room,
don’t know why I didn’t sleep in the bed. A shower, vapid
water ran slowly down my body like worms they crawled
around and refused to leave. In a bar where men sat in
silence watching TV with sound turned off. A double whisky
and the worms disappeared. Thought I can’t sit here and
drink like an alcoholic, I had a bag of bacon flavoured crisps,
and to show I was a man of taste I asked for Dutch beer.
Time runs fast, when you are drunk, suddenly eight too late
for the...
595 reads
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Sep 2013 9:22pm
13th Sep 2013 9:22pm
a dog called America
A Dog Called America.
When sailing from Huston, Texas, to Aruba
we had an unwanted guest on board, a big
friendly dog, the captain called shore and
It turned out it belonged to the coast guard.
And since we had a small terrier bitch, this
was a love story gone eschew. The dog,
it really was huge, maybe a St Bernard breed
settled in my cabin, this I think because it
assumed, since I was the cook, thus must
be the pack leader. Days later when the ship
docked in Aruba, a man from the consulate
came and took the dog ashore.
We were sorry...
When sailing from Huston, Texas, to Aruba
we had an unwanted guest on board, a big
friendly dog, the captain called shore and
It turned out it belonged to the coast guard.
And since we had a small terrier bitch, this
was a love story gone eschew. The dog,
it really was huge, maybe a St Bernard breed
settled in my cabin, this I think because it
assumed, since I was the cook, thus must
be the pack leader. Days later when the ship
docked in Aruba, a man from the consulate
came and took the dog ashore.
We were sorry...
490 reads
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
13th Sep 2013 10:14am
13th Sep 2013 10:14am
food and panic
Food and Panic
I was peeling potatoes sitting in the corner of
the galley and dropped the peeled potatoes
into a bucket, but as we were crossing
the Biscay bay at the time the ship lurched and
the bucket upended and there peeled potatoes
all over the floor, the cook was not pleased
pick them up, I have to boil them now we can´t
serve dinner without potatoes.
The cook, a big man with an enormous belly,
bent down to help picking them up and promptly
fainted. Cook and spuds sliding up and down
the wet galley floor. Four seamen...
I was peeling potatoes sitting in the corner of
the galley and dropped the peeled potatoes
into a bucket, but as we were crossing
the Biscay bay at the time the ship lurched and
the bucket upended and there peeled potatoes
all over the floor, the cook was not pleased
pick them up, I have to boil them now we can´t
serve dinner without potatoes.
The cook, a big man with an enormous belly,
bent down to help picking them up and promptly
fainted. Cook and spuds sliding up and down
the wet galley floor. Four seamen...
594 reads
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Sep 2013 12:31pm
5th Sep 2013 12:31pm
prevarication
Prevarication
There is this wall outside not a big wall
but it needs to be painted, promised to
coat it twice when it got cooler
it is colder today but it is overcast and
looks like rain, what a pity; anyway
I haven’t, got a paint roller not paint.
I’ll buy the stuff I need this afternoon
if it is not raining or too hot. I hate
painting it makes such a bloody clutter.
Anyway the wall is new, grey cement
looks quite cute, smells of freshness,
perhaps I will paint the wall come spring.
There is this wall outside not a big wall
but it needs to be painted, promised to
coat it twice when it got cooler
it is colder today but it is overcast and
looks like rain, what a pity; anyway
I haven’t, got a paint roller not paint.
I’ll buy the stuff I need this afternoon
if it is not raining or too hot. I hate
painting it makes such a bloody clutter.
Anyway the wall is new, grey cement
looks quite cute, smells of freshness,
perhaps I will paint the wall come spring.
537 reads
LOVE POEM
Published
4th Sep 2013 9:16pm
4th Sep 2013 9:16pm
Ecuador
Ecuador
I met a girl in Guayaquil it was night
We swam in the Pacific, the strand
Was white and had upturned boats
I wanted to give her something, but
Had nothing of importance, gave her
A bottle of after shave lotion
She gave me her address which I lost
And since the ship never came back
She became a scented memory.
I met a girl in Guayaquil it was night
We swam in the Pacific, the strand
Was white and had upturned boats
I wanted to give her something, but
Had nothing of importance, gave her
A bottle of after shave lotion
She gave me her address which I lost
And since the ship never came back
She became a scented memory.
1048 reads
SELF POEM
Published
4th Sep 2013 10:55am
4th Sep 2013 10:55am
Portugal
Portugal
On the tree lined avenue in Loulé leaves are beginning
to fall, still green even if a bit paler than normal.
It is afternoon and September, but still hot. Sparrows
are flying in from the inland it is safer in the town then
in the upland where sharp eyed hawks prey on them.
I have been told that in Italy they catch the birds with
big nets, and eat them. Plucked, one cannot be much of
a meal one has to eat at last ten to be full.
Mao, in China, tried to remove sparrows because they
were eating too much crops, an act of utter...
On the tree lined avenue in Loulé leaves are beginning
to fall, still green even if a bit paler than normal.
It is afternoon and September, but still hot. Sparrows
are flying in from the inland it is safer in the town then
in the upland where sharp eyed hawks prey on them.
I have been told that in Italy they catch the birds with
big nets, and eat them. Plucked, one cannot be much of
a meal one has to eat at last ten to be full.
Mao, in China, tried to remove sparrows because they
were eating too much crops, an act of utter...
577 reads
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2013 10:30am
3rd Sep 2013 10:30am
The Germans
The Germans
1945 I saw the defeated German army marching
on a gritted road made by Russian prisoners of war,
It had not been raining for a week their uniforms
were dusty, no longer starched and stylish.
I saw some of my friends there and waved, was told
not to wave to the enemy. The defeated soldiers
were marched to the prisoner camp formerly
occupied by the Russians who were being sent home
to an uncertain future: having capitulated to
the enemy many, if not all, were executed.
Now so many years later the Germans are back on top...
1945 I saw the defeated German army marching
on a gritted road made by Russian prisoners of war,
It had not been raining for a week their uniforms
were dusty, no longer starched and stylish.
I saw some of my friends there and waved, was told
not to wave to the enemy. The defeated soldiers
were marched to the prisoner camp formerly
occupied by the Russians who were being sent home
to an uncertain future: having capitulated to
the enemy many, if not all, were executed.
Now so many years later the Germans are back on top...
548 reads
DARK POEM
Published
1st Sep 2013 11:55am
1st Sep 2013 11:55am
autumnal leaves
Autumnal Leaves.
Withered leaves are falling curled up looking
like empty ice cream cones. I picked a couple
put them in the breast pocket of my shirt;
then rain, I got soaking wet on my scooter.
The leaves looked like dead hands of someone
long time gone, veins and sinew without skin.
I sought shelter behind a big grave stone that
would protect me from the westerly wind.
It didn´t, so I just sat there sinking into the soft
ground becoming an autumnal leaf.
Had earth in my mouth when it stopped raining
and sun broke through. Dug...
Withered leaves are falling curled up looking
like empty ice cream cones. I picked a couple
put them in the breast pocket of my shirt;
then rain, I got soaking wet on my scooter.
The leaves looked like dead hands of someone
long time gone, veins and sinew without skin.
I sought shelter behind a big grave stone that
would protect me from the westerly wind.
It didn´t, so I just sat there sinking into the soft
ground becoming an autumnal leaf.
Had earth in my mouth when it stopped raining
and sun broke through. Dug...
626 reads
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Aug 2013 9:58pm
30th Aug 2013 9:58pm
civil war
Civil War.
They seek him here they seek him there
he is tall and thin and sports a mustache,
you can call him lanky and his wife slim.
Over Damascus in his posh neighbourhood
drones fly looking for him, but they must
be sure and not hit a foreign embassy.
He has been pitiless used chemical weapon,
not depleted uranium, Agent Orange or
or liquid phosphorous, but something worse,
he must be punished. When found he will,
for the good of democracy, be assassinated,
together with his wife, children and chattel.
The rebels can take over...
They seek him here they seek him there
he is tall and thin and sports a mustache,
you can call him lanky and his wife slim.
Over Damascus in his posh neighbourhood
drones fly looking for him, but they must
be sure and not hit a foreign embassy.
He has been pitiless used chemical weapon,
not depleted uranium, Agent Orange or
or liquid phosphorous, but something worse,
he must be punished. When found he will,
for the good of democracy, be assassinated,
together with his wife, children and chattel.
The rebels can take over...
544 reads
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