Submissions by rayheinrich (Death Plane for Teddy)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Two of the cats i live with piss in my shoes. My wife either doesn't, or her piss smells like the second cat's.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Apr 2013 12:11pm
21st Apr 2013 12:11pm
< lobbying the refrigerator >
George objected
to my conversations
with the refrigerator
feeling that somehow
i was
making
a deal
gaining
an unfair advantage
acquiring
improper access
to what can only be
described as
ice cream
and beer
- - -
to my conversations
with the refrigerator
feeling that somehow
i was
making
a deal
gaining
an unfair advantage
acquiring
improper access
to what can only be
described as
ice cream
and beer
- - -
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th Apr 2013 9:56am
15th Apr 2013 9:56am
< was >
showers
sleeps
wakes
dreams
dresses
remembers
The painting is 'Sun in an Empty Room' by Edward Hopper
sleeps
wakes
dreams
dresses
remembers
The painting is 'Sun in an Empty Room' by Edward Hopper
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LOVE POEM
Published
28th Mar 2013 10:34am
28th Mar 2013 10:34am
< after the war >
when i mention you
the doctors
are kind at first
but then they tell me
that i've made you up
and they try and try
to do away with you
but i tell them
that your hands
were new leaves
seen through new glasses
crisp against a clear sky
that your face
was a voice reminding me
of promises made
long before the war
of letters written
and words said
that...
the doctors
are kind at first
but then they tell me
that i've made you up
and they try and try
to do away with you
but i tell them
that your hands
were new leaves
seen through new glasses
crisp against a clear sky
that your face
was a voice reminding me
of promises made
long before the war
of letters written
and words said
that...
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LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2013 10:27pm
22nd Mar 2013 10:27pm
< desperados >
you and me
in that store
north of Uvalde
no
that wasn't the one
it was the one in Lamesa
a greasy little store
in Lamesa
and there you were
you
in your black dress
looking dangerous
pointing your daddy's shotgun
straight at his face
200 dollars
was all he had
200 dollars
and
potato chips
you took the money
and i was so hungry
i grabbed about 20 bags
of his damn potato chips
"we're desperados"
you said
and started laughing your ass off
"we're...
in that store
north of Uvalde
no
that wasn't the one
it was the one in Lamesa
a greasy little store
in Lamesa
and there you were
you
in your black dress
looking dangerous
pointing your daddy's shotgun
straight at his face
200 dollars
was all he had
200 dollars
and
potato chips
you took the money
and i was so hungry
i grabbed about 20 bags
of his damn potato chips
"we're desperados"
you said
and started laughing your ass off
"we're...
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LOVE POEM
Published
18th Mar 2013 10:41pm
18th Mar 2013 10:41pm
< a song from the 23rd floor >
rarely reaches ground
a song
sung moments before
reaches its way
10...
4...
but rarely
reaches the ground
a song
sung
from the 23rd floor
washes out in waves of breath
before it reaches earth
their song
it sings itself it seems
it aches for ears
it reaches down
singing a song from the 23rd floor
a song with words so much like these
and listening as
they drop
they hit
unlike their song ...
a song
sung moments before
reaches its way
10...
4...
but rarely
reaches the ground
a song
sung
from the 23rd floor
washes out in waves of breath
before it reaches earth
their song
it sings itself it seems
it aches for ears
it reaches down
singing a song from the 23rd floor
a song with words so much like these
and listening as
they drop
they hit
unlike their song ...
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LOVE POEM
Published
18th Mar 2013 4:48pm
18th Mar 2013 4:48pm
< word meat >
the shape of the word lets us forget what is inside
but inside the word its shape dissolves
eating the meat of words
letting their sweet blood
flow from our mouths
our teeth deep inside the words
our shape becomes the shape of words
but inside the word its shape dissolves
eating the meat of words
letting their sweet blood
flow from our mouths
our teeth deep inside the words
our shape becomes the shape of words
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th Mar 2013 9:17am
12th Mar 2013 9:17am
< problems with the microwave >
here we go again
i just want to heat up some left-overs
so i put them in the microwave and push start
"i'm sorry ray, i can't heat this up,
your food product has not been refrigerated properly"
says the microwave
"yes it has!" says the refrigerator
"it was kept below 40 degrees for 1.6 days,
the safety margin is more than sufficient"
"my specification requires 38,
i'm afraid the refrigerator is malfunctioning again, ray"
"but 40 should be ok" i say
"i'm sorry ray, i can't perform the requested operation, ...
i just want to heat up some left-overs
so i put them in the microwave and push start
"i'm sorry ray, i can't heat this up,
your food product has not been refrigerated properly"
says the microwave
"yes it has!" says the refrigerator
"it was kept below 40 degrees for 1.6 days,
the safety margin is more than sufficient"
"my specification requires 38,
i'm afraid the refrigerator is malfunctioning again, ray"
"but 40 should be ok" i say
"i'm sorry ray, i can't perform the requested operation, ...
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LOVE POEM
Published
9th Mar 2013 5:41pm
9th Mar 2013 5:41pm
< joining jesus >
i was joining jesus to his cross
using galvanized 6 inch decking screws
and the cordless drill
you gave me for christmas
when the phone rang
and it was some roman
wanting his sword back
i'm sorry
to hear about your condition
maybe the second opinion
will be better
today
was too warm for january
it woke the squirrels
and the neighbors
gnawing with motorized teeth
made me skip a track
on my next belief
or some vitamin
or arrangement of words
that could have fixed it all for me
so i'll just...
using galvanized 6 inch decking screws
and the cordless drill
you gave me for christmas
when the phone rang
and it was some roman
wanting his sword back
i'm sorry
to hear about your condition
maybe the second opinion
will be better
today
was too warm for january
it woke the squirrels
and the neighbors
gnawing with motorized teeth
made me skip a track
on my next belief
or some vitamin
or arrangement of words
that could have fixed it all for me
so i'll just...
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LOVE POEM
Published
9th Mar 2013 5:06pm
9th Mar 2013 5:06pm
< walking to the border > (Twitter mashup)
i run into a store to hide
and i see a man
holding a dead child
and the soldiers are coming
and someone yells
but he does not move
and later
it's night
and i'm sleeping in the woods
with my wife
and between us
is a child
very much alive
that she found by the road today
and later
it's day
and we are walking to the border
and a woman ...
and i see a man
holding a dead child
and the soldiers are coming
and someone yells
but he does not move
and later
it's night
and i'm sleeping in the woods
with my wife
and between us
is a child
very much alive
that she found by the road today
and later
it's day
and we are walking to the border
and a woman ...
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LOVE POEM
Published
6th Mar 2013 4:44pm
6th Mar 2013 4:44pm
Smile now, oh mule, I pray thee ride me not;
< CLV >
Smile now, oh mule, I pray thee ride me not;
nor ply my foolish self with throb or ache.
Do you not play with me (so soon forgot),
And laugh at me, not with, you selfish rake?
Who loveth thee that I make here as penned,
The one you clown, who fatedly grows fond.
Nay, if you laugh, then you must beg to spend,
While I lament our convoluted bond.
What merit does to mine own self respect,
Is not so keen (though manly spirits rise),
When all my...
Smile now, oh mule, I pray thee ride me not;
nor ply my foolish self with throb or ache.
Do you not play with me (so soon forgot),
And laugh at me, not with, you selfish rake?
Who loveth thee that I make here as penned,
The one you clown, who fatedly grows fond.
Nay, if you laugh, then you must beg to spend,
While I lament our convoluted bond.
What merit does to mine own self respect,
Is not so keen (though manly spirits rise),
When all my...
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2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
21st Feb 2013 1:28pm
21st Feb 2013 1:28pm
< homeland >
she spoke of her homeland
(an archipelago of chocolate islands
in a sweet blue sea)
and of how the lips of the sun
would kiss them as they fished
and of the colors
the countless colors between sky and bone
and how she'd watch
as the night
hid them away
and of her sister and the tortoise
and her mother's stories
that sometimes stretched til morning
and of her father lost at sea
and how each year
her mother knew
the very morning
the first albatross would come
and how...
(an archipelago of chocolate islands
in a sweet blue sea)
and of how the lips of the sun
would kiss them as they fished
and of the colors
the countless colors between sky and bone
and how she'd watch
as the night
hid them away
and of her sister and the tortoise
and her mother's stories
that sometimes stretched til morning
and of her father lost at sea
and how each year
her mother knew
the very morning
the first albatross would come
and how...
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LOVE POEM
Published
19th Feb 2013 11:25am
19th Feb 2013 11:25am
< Anything Like Moonlight >
Sometimes love asks us
not to be furious
but we are victims of
emotion crying through
these little words
because there is no
help for us
help in this life
there is this
and only this
it seems too weak
too far away to be of use
the boat
becomes a raft
becomes a vest
becomes a piece of wood
becomes a wish made drowning
becomes a dream in death
where we are walking through
the woods at night
where we are asking to
be guided in the...
not to be furious
but we are victims of
emotion crying through
these little words
because there is no
help for us
help in this life
there is this
and only this
it seems too weak
too far away to be of use
the boat
becomes a raft
becomes a vest
becomes a piece of wood
becomes a wish made drowning
becomes a dream in death
where we are walking through
the woods at night
where we are asking to
be guided in the...
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