Submissions by patrickbirdener (Patrick Birdener)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Hmmmmmmmm...
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2010 4:10am
3rd Apr 2010 4:10am
Lend me an ear/
Lend me an ear,
and watch me walk away with it.
Surrender your mind,
and feel it spreading to the wind.
See your heart fall to the floor.
I'll sweep up the jagged, bleeding pieces.
Am I really such a charming speaker--
or do you just take things really hard?
and watch me walk away with it.
Surrender your mind,
and feel it spreading to the wind.
See your heart fall to the floor.
I'll sweep up the jagged, bleeding pieces.
Am I really such a charming speaker--
or do you just take things really hard?
937 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
7th Mar 2010 6:47am
7th Mar 2010 6:47am
There, there,
There, there, honey bear. Let's
look like rain.
We'll kiss the ground
and caress the truth
to find out if the future
is or isn't.
Hush, hush, dear one.
Can you hear the gentle wind?
It brushes a tear drop from your eye,
and tousles your hair, and tries
to gently wash away the troubles on your mind.
It loves you today of all days.
You are its kind, now.
Tut, tut, little one.
Let's make like blooming rose petals.
Life was broken,
and dry as baked earth
until now.
look like rain.
We'll kiss the ground
and caress the truth
to find out if the future
is or isn't.
Hush, hush, dear one.
Can you hear the gentle wind?
It brushes a tear drop from your eye,
and tousles your hair, and tries
to gently wash away the troubles on your mind.
It loves you today of all days.
You are its kind, now.
Tut, tut, little one.
Let's make like blooming rose petals.
Life was broken,
and dry as baked earth
until now.
792 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
25th Feb 2010 5:49am
25th Feb 2010 5:49am
We are the wall people./
We are the wall people.
The dog won't have to fetch the ball,
if it bounces right back.
We are the wall people, the pond people.
There is never any shortage of fish.
We eat little.
They propogate madly.
We don't even have to fish. They just
pop up and plop into our nets,
flopping in shock.
We have seen the world in our pond.
We've had visitors from the outside. We
used to be the more thoughtful, philosophical ones.
Now, we take a rest--it's all relative, anyway.
Just...
The dog won't have to fetch the ball,
if it bounces right back.
We are the wall people, the pond people.
There is never any shortage of fish.
We eat little.
They propogate madly.
We don't even have to fish. They just
pop up and plop into our nets,
flopping in shock.
We have seen the world in our pond.
We've had visitors from the outside. We
used to be the more thoughtful, philosophical ones.
Now, we take a rest--it's all relative, anyway.
Just...
747 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
18th Feb 2010 6:48am
18th Feb 2010 6:48am
Spent Moment
Spent Moment
"I quit," I mutter to a friend I should be sitting with
at the bottom of a staircase, lighting up a cigarette that
could be hanging out of my mouth,
slumped shoulders,
angel of choking and smoldering ashes.
"I quit poetry," I say, stoking my
dreamed-up, cheapened-down peace pipe.
"I'll swish and spit once more into poetry's
fish bowl, then quit
again."
(Actually never quite quit it, though I've had those down times, probably like everyone else.)
"I quit," I mutter to a friend I should be sitting with
at the bottom of a staircase, lighting up a cigarette that
could be hanging out of my mouth,
slumped shoulders,
angel of choking and smoldering ashes.
"I quit poetry," I say, stoking my
dreamed-up, cheapened-down peace pipe.
"I'll swish and spit once more into poetry's
fish bowl, then quit
again."
(Actually never quite quit it, though I've had those down times, probably like everyone else.)
827 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Feb 2010 5:58am
10th Feb 2010 5:58am
A Snapshot Reconsidered
A man judged your life based on a snapshot.
Then he walked a hundred miles in your shoes,
and took it differently than you had.
Then he walked a hundred miles in your shoes,
and took it differently than you had.
783 reads
8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Feb 2010 6:03am
9th Feb 2010 6:03am
The day is sun and shine and I have/
The day is sun and shine and I have
written dribble over less.
Not very deep in the bowels of some house, there's a
sibling quibblery, over trifles until
one tears a thread from one of the other's dreams.
There's a happy couple, carrying on and waiting on
the day their marriage has aged like wine
or dynamite.
written dribble over less.
Not very deep in the bowels of some house, there's a
sibling quibblery, over trifles until
one tears a thread from one of the other's dreams.
There's a happy couple, carrying on and waiting on
the day their marriage has aged like wine
or dynamite.
671 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
9th Feb 2010 5:56am
9th Feb 2010 5:56am
We saw you in your prime/
We saw you in your prime,
when we were children.
We've known you while you've aged,
grown down just a little.
When you're finally all washed away by the waves,
or utterly drowned,
we will be the splash just behind you.
when we were children.
We've known you while you've aged,
grown down just a little.
When you're finally all washed away by the waves,
or utterly drowned,
we will be the splash just behind you.
765 reads
6 Comments
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