Submissions by oskar
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2013 11:05am
2nd Mar 2013 11:05am
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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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Mar 2013 11:11am
1st Mar 2013 11:11am
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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LOVE POEM
Published
18th Feb 2013 10:40am
18th Feb 2013 10:40am
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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DARK POEM
Published
9th Feb 2013 5:38pm
9th Feb 2013 5:38pm
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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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Feb 2013 2:45am
9th Feb 2013 2:45am
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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