Submissions by oskar
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Mar 2013 12:01pm
16th Mar 2013 12:01pm
a sea dirge
A Sea Dirge
I once saw, where the horizon ends,
a ship ploughed the sky.
White tears on pale blue,
I saw the waiting darkness;
I knew, before any others,
it would be a starlit night.
Look, I said, but it was too late,
the ship had cast anchor
behind a cloud loading mist
for Dogger Banks,
and take onboard discarded dreams to plug
the dikes of Amsterdam.
Sunflowers on mythical sea
and red flying fish,
my ship is bound for the Saragossa Sea with
cargo of old sailors,
here they come to stalk in fog of the...
I once saw, where the horizon ends,
a ship ploughed the sky.
White tears on pale blue,
I saw the waiting darkness;
I knew, before any others,
it would be a starlit night.
Look, I said, but it was too late,
the ship had cast anchor
behind a cloud loading mist
for Dogger Banks,
and take onboard discarded dreams to plug
the dikes of Amsterdam.
Sunflowers on mythical sea
and red flying fish,
my ship is bound for the Saragossa Sea with
cargo of old sailors,
here they come to stalk in fog of the...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
15th Mar 2013 12:14pm
15th Mar 2013 12:14pm
Eastertime
Eastertide.
A cloud of polished steel hangs over
The village, hollowed eyed people
Look up to the sky
Where is spring this year?
Like the man on the bridge they can
take no more.
For Paulo, the old carpenter it was
all too much, no wine could still his angst
of not seeing another spring and
his nightly screams echoed till dawn.
Dogs barked his time was over
hanging in the shed between his tractor
and work-bench.
This shook the village out of stupor
No more waiting for what may never come,
a pig was slaughtered its blood...
A cloud of polished steel hangs over
The village, hollowed eyed people
Look up to the sky
Where is spring this year?
Like the man on the bridge they can
take no more.
For Paulo, the old carpenter it was
all too much, no wine could still his angst
of not seeing another spring and
his nightly screams echoed till dawn.
Dogs barked his time was over
hanging in the shed between his tractor
and work-bench.
This shook the village out of stupor
No more waiting for what may never come,
a pig was slaughtered its blood...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Mar 2013 10:50am
14th Mar 2013 10:50am
Habemus Papam
Habemus Papam
A long, steep road- life time for some- and
tired I paused outside a shop selling wigs
I didn´t go in, but its owner came out, handed
for a beautiful hairpiece for frosty weather.
I looked ten years younger, ambled with firm
steps to the town´s plaza and seen by adoring
women, wore sunglasses to hide my celebrity.
A gust of wind my wig flew off, landed on top
of a street lamp its light came on even though
it was in the middle of the day and austerity.
A chorus of unseen singers sang: Baldy, baldy,
baldy, my vanity...
A long, steep road- life time for some- and
tired I paused outside a shop selling wigs
I didn´t go in, but its owner came out, handed
for a beautiful hairpiece for frosty weather.
I looked ten years younger, ambled with firm
steps to the town´s plaza and seen by adoring
women, wore sunglasses to hide my celebrity.
A gust of wind my wig flew off, landed on top
of a street lamp its light came on even though
it was in the middle of the day and austerity.
A chorus of unseen singers sang: Baldy, baldy,
baldy, my vanity...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Mar 2013 10:06am
13th Mar 2013 10:06am
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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LOVE POEM
Published
12th Mar 2013 10:58am
12th Mar 2013 10:58am
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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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Mar 2013 11:38am
11th Mar 2013 11:38am
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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DRUGS POEM
Published
10th Mar 2013 11:35am
10th Mar 2013 11:35am
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 ...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
8th Mar 2013 12:12pm
8th Mar 2013 12:12pm
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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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Mar 2013 1:56pm
5th Mar 2013 1:56pm
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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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Mar 2013 11:42am
4th Mar 2013 11:42am
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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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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