Submissions by oskar
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
25th Oct 2024 11:09am
25th Oct 2024 11:09am
war and peace
war and peace
Let me say for those who seek peace
as a commendable activity and thankless
War is as natural to man as peace is
from the Stone Age to here
the final goal is to eradicate ourselves
is nearing the ultimate chapter
Then there will be peace.
Let me say for those who seek peace
as a commendable activity and thankless
War is as natural to man as peace is
from the Stone Age to here
the final goal is to eradicate ourselves
is nearing the ultimate chapter
Then there will be peace.
#apathy
#confusion
#dark
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Oct 2024 8:34am
24th Oct 2024 8:34am
Trump the man
Trump, the man
The mass media in Europe is as bad
as any mass media all over the world
also lazy and copy one another
and have in common a dislike of Trump
Sometimes, they take their cue
from the once-famous Guardian who
has a pathological hatred of Trump
snobbishly points out his liking for ties
the color and the lengths of this
menswear
They rage against his lies, which turn out
he spoke the truth when his enemies
told whoppers of the great magnitude
The fact that there was no war at his
the first...
The mass media in Europe is as bad
as any mass media all over the world
also lazy and copy one another
and have in common a dislike of Trump
Sometimes, they take their cue
from the once-famous Guardian who
has a pathological hatred of Trump
snobbishly points out his liking for ties
the color and the lengths of this
menswear
They rage against his lies, which turn out
he spoke the truth when his enemies
told whoppers of the great magnitude
The fact that there was no war at his
the first...
#admiration
#emotions
#gratitude
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Oct 2024 8:24am
23rd Oct 2024 8:24am
survivor?
Survivor?
The ex. president
of the US.
Jimmy Carter
God blessed him
with old age
Carried around
in a crate
sleeps with open
mouth all-day
emits silence
The ex. president
of the US.
Jimmy Carter
God blessed him
with old age
Carried around
in a crate
sleeps with open
mouth all-day
emits silence
#forest
#LifeCycle
#nature
#rose
#trees
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Oct 2024 11:20am
22nd Oct 2024 11:20am
a cold snap
cold environment
In the flat farming landscape
the soil had frozen solid in the absence of snow
in a hollow, rain had made a lake
where he could go try skating after the animals
had been seen to
when he opened the door to the stalls, the cows
mooed wanted milking and stalls cleaned
with fresh straws
sheep and goats, taken into the barn
were the first to let out when there was a thaw
with his job done, washed his hands in
the scullery kitchen ate big slices of homemade bread, cheese, marmalade, and milk
the tiny lake...
In the flat farming landscape
the soil had frozen solid in the absence of snow
in a hollow, rain had made a lake
where he could go try skating after the animals
had been seen to
when he opened the door to the stalls, the cows
mooed wanted milking and stalls cleaned
with fresh straws
sheep and goats, taken into the barn
were the first to let out when there was a thaw
with his job done, washed his hands in
the scullery kitchen ate big slices of homemade bread, cheese, marmalade, and milk
the tiny lake...
#books
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration #reading
#MyInspiration #reading
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Oct 2024 6:55pm
21st Oct 2024 6:55pm
Douglas Murray
Douglas Murray
On various YouTube programs
I have taken an interest in his opinions
about Islam in Europe, and I share
his pessimistic opinions
He is a person of great interest
always well groomed
it appears he spends most of his
time in various hotel rooms, preferable
near a mirror, adjusting his tie
His vanity is amusing
Regarding his view of the Gaza debacle
I fear his dislike (hatred) of Islam
leads him astray by talking about
the October 7/10 atrocities, yet fail
to address the 42 thousand civilians ...
On various YouTube programs
I have taken an interest in his opinions
about Islam in Europe, and I share
his pessimistic opinions
He is a person of great interest
always well groomed
it appears he spends most of his
time in various hotel rooms, preferable
near a mirror, adjusting his tie
His vanity is amusing
Regarding his view of the Gaza debacle
I fear his dislike (hatred) of Islam
leads him astray by talking about
the October 7/10 atrocities, yet fail
to address the 42 thousand civilians ...
#admiration
#courage
#emotions #gratitude
#emotions #gratitude
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SELF POEM
Published
21st Oct 2024 12:50pm
21st Oct 2024 12:50pm
so easy
Scenes of love
I love you, but you love the mirror
thinks your nose is perfect
green eyes and rosy lips
your fragrance has a narcissistic
allure, as you take the last look
in the hallway mirror before
leaving for the ball
Ah, the way you walk, pavements
adore you, rain shies away to
save your hair from bother
When you cross the road, car horns
blast by themselves, white cars
turn pink
The sun doesn't burn your skin
makes it golden in the afternoon
and glows in the night
Until one day, the mirror...
I love you, but you love the mirror
thinks your nose is perfect
green eyes and rosy lips
your fragrance has a narcissistic
allure, as you take the last look
in the hallway mirror before
leaving for the ball
Ah, the way you walk, pavements
adore you, rain shies away to
save your hair from bother
When you cross the road, car horns
blast by themselves, white cars
turn pink
The sun doesn't burn your skin
makes it golden in the afternoon
and glows in the night
Until one day, the mirror...
#courage
#forgiveness
#love
#redemption
#respect
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Oct 2024 5:29pm
20th Oct 2024 5:29pm
gender
Two genders
when we were toddlers, we played in the sandbox
and hide and seek, we didn't think about whose
gender we were
a few years later, the girls refused to play with
us boys, we were too active climbing walls
and they went back, playing with dolls, I presume
doing needleworks
A few years later, we realized they were girls
they strutted down the street arm-in-arm
haughty as one gets
Near them were silent, blushed like the girls
knew what we were thinking
When one of the boys confessed he had kissed
a girl we...
when we were toddlers, we played in the sandbox
and hide and seek, we didn't think about whose
gender we were
a few years later, the girls refused to play with
us boys, we were too active climbing walls
and they went back, playing with dolls, I presume
doing needleworks
A few years later, we realized they were girls
they strutted down the street arm-in-arm
haughty as one gets
Near them were silent, blushed like the girls
knew what we were thinking
When one of the boys confessed he had kissed
a girl we...
#apocalypse
#Christmas
#MothersDay
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Oct 2024 5:27pm
19th Oct 2024 5:27pm
hurricane
The Hurricane and Florida
The green valley near the blue lake
It sounds like a color combination by a happy incident
it was the weather of the day that made nature
impossible romantic
near the lake where Pink Salmond swam and
silver trout vake, in a cave, the Huldra lived
She was beautiful, but not by a human standard
her pussy hair was so long it covered her body
like a hairy curly suit
Could she sing, not half?
snow on mountain tops melted, and bears woke up
from winter rest, blueberry blued in April
I sensed...
The green valley near the blue lake
It sounds like a color combination by a happy incident
it was the weather of the day that made nature
impossible romantic
near the lake where Pink Salmond swam and
silver trout vake, in a cave, the Huldra lived
She was beautiful, but not by a human standard
her pussy hair was so long it covered her body
like a hairy curly suit
Could she sing, not half?
snow on mountain tops melted, and bears woke up
from winter rest, blueberry blued in April
I sensed...
#admiration
#courage
#forgiveness #gratitude
#forgiveness #gratitude
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Oct 2024 8:13pm
18th Oct 2024 8:13pm
the sad vicar
the sad vicar
The vicar walks in front of the funeral procession
appears a bit wobbly, perhaps due to elderliness
eyes are watery, and the smell of lotion is too strong
He lost faith years ago praying in churches, asking
to be released from his throbbing masculinity
which left him affairs with female parishioners
past their first youth, but with adult feelings about
sexuality hidden in a black dress of widows
God had left him, he blamed himself especially now
that he was no longer young his discreet advances
were no longer...
The vicar walks in front of the funeral procession
appears a bit wobbly, perhaps due to elderliness
eyes are watery, and the smell of lotion is too strong
He lost faith years ago praying in churches, asking
to be released from his throbbing masculinity
which left him affairs with female parishioners
past their first youth, but with adult feelings about
sexuality hidden in a black dress of widows
God had left him, he blamed himself especially now
that he was no longer young his discreet advances
were no longer...
#BestFriend
#children
#friendship
#heroic
#humankind
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Oct 2024 6:24pm
17th Oct 2024 6:24pm
a painter
a Famous painter
The wheat field is as blond as a German milkmaid.
yes, the one who sits on my lap in the shade of
an olive tree
The painter is angry with me for appearing in his
idyllic picture, showing up in an electric blue
scooter, only the sky is supposed to be Zerlulian
Easy now, my grumpy painter, too much liquid pleasure can be harmful
The road in your landscape is a mamba, killing
blue rabbits of any color, and the post-van has
not been invented yet
The afternoon sun is fierce, and the milkmaid
has gone home, a...
The wheat field is as blond as a German milkmaid.
yes, the one who sits on my lap in the shade of
an olive tree
The painter is angry with me for appearing in his
idyllic picture, showing up in an electric blue
scooter, only the sky is supposed to be Zerlulian
Easy now, my grumpy painter, too much liquid pleasure can be harmful
The road in your landscape is a mamba, killing
blue rabbits of any color, and the post-van has
not been invented yet
The afternoon sun is fierce, and the milkmaid
has gone home, a...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Oct 2024 7:30am
17th Oct 2024 7:30am
the cook
The humble cook
Once upon a time, a cook was a person who prepared food for hungry people, simple food like meat cakes in gravy and boiled potatoes
one needed not to be a genius, but the person knew how to fry eggs or scrambled eggs
could read and write in order not to mistake rat poison for garlic powder
It was a whole profession, like being a butcher
a baker, house painter, or a barber
Times have changed in occupations like these, and something
more is expected, like art? Are you serious
The cook is now a chef, highly paid for...
Once upon a time, a cook was a person who prepared food for hungry people, simple food like meat cakes in gravy and boiled potatoes
one needed not to be a genius, but the person knew how to fry eggs or scrambled eggs
could read and write in order not to mistake rat poison for garlic powder
It was a whole profession, like being a butcher
a baker, house painter, or a barber
Times have changed in occupations like these, and something
more is expected, like art? Are you serious
The cook is now a chef, highly paid for...
#bittersweet
#boredom
#confusion
#dark
#denial
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SELF POEM
Published
16th Oct 2024 11:22am
16th Oct 2024 11:22am
melancolie
Melancolie
The August heat is hotter than other summer months
more lethal going in for the kill,
The olive trees gasp, bark crackles and leaves hang
lifeless, but the sun keeps on shining
I think of Norway. to be back to my hometown run
down to the park and remember the joy when
Stavanger became a modern town Cafe Alexander
where one could have a pint of beer without eating
a sandwich that has been the norm
The idea was to stop people from drinking alcohol
that was, in our narrow-minded society, a great sin
there were...
The August heat is hotter than other summer months
more lethal going in for the kill,
The olive trees gasp, bark crackles and leaves hang
lifeless, but the sun keeps on shining
I think of Norway. to be back to my hometown run
down to the park and remember the joy when
Stavanger became a modern town Cafe Alexander
where one could have a pint of beer without eating
a sandwich that has been the norm
The idea was to stop people from drinking alcohol
that was, in our narrow-minded society, a great sin
there were...
#courage
#love
#motivational
#redemption
#respect
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