Submissions by robert43041 (Viking)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction Published in small mags in US and England years ago.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
Today 3:35pm
Today 3:35pm
Wrong.
No, it wasn't some huge meteorite.
It wasn't the tsunamis or
The terrible earthquakes
Or Andrea's fault.
No. It was the hand of God
Playing darts
On moving targets.
It wasn't the tsunamis or
The terrible earthquakes
Or Andrea's fault.
No. It was the hand of God
Playing darts
On moving targets.
#frustration
#disappointment
#denial
17 reads
5 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
Today 3:35am
Today 3:35am
Doomsdays
Climate change
And doomsdays foreseen
I'm glad I'm on
The last stretch
And won't be there
For all the horrors
To see.
And doomsdays foreseen
I'm glad I'm on
The last stretch
And won't be there
For all the horrors
To see.
#dark
#despair
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DARK POEM
Published
Today 3:10am
Today 3:10am
Pastor pats her
She married for security
Loved it for a while.
A nice church-going couple
She liked what he had to offer
But never liked him on her.
Sought advice, went to the pastor
They were kindred souls
He welcomed her, let her in
She developed a plan,
Divorce never an option.
She fell for him, let him in.
Divorce, again, not an option.
One night he was invited over
For a lovely dinner
Also brought the gun
That was what she'd asked him to bring.
He understood her perfectly
They were indeed of the same mind.
Divorce...
Loved it for a while.
A nice church-going couple
She liked what he had to offer
But never liked him on her.
Sought advice, went to the pastor
They were kindred souls
He welcomed her, let her in
She developed a plan,
Divorce never an option.
She fell for him, let him in.
Divorce, again, not an option.
One night he was invited over
For a lovely dinner
Also brought the gun
That was what she'd asked him to bring.
He understood her perfectly
They were indeed of the same mind.
Divorce...
#anger
#dark
#frustration
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Jan 2022 1:03am
17th Jan 2022 1:03am
The Fox
There's a fox in the graveyard.
it's stretched out on a tomb,
Protecting it from vandals, it seems,
As the tomb is that of its mistress
The reknowned witch Zamlissa.
Burned at the stake
Because priests feared her.
Feared her vast knowledge of herbs
And spells.
Mesmerized them,
Scared them
To death.
She was not allowed
To be interred here
But nobody would dare approach
Or dare disturb the fox.
it's stretched out on a tomb,
Protecting it from vandals, it seems,
As the tomb is that of its mistress
The reknowned witch Zamlissa.
Burned at the stake
Because priests feared her.
Feared her vast knowledge of herbs
And spells.
Mesmerized them,
Scared them
To death.
She was not allowed
To be interred here
But nobody would dare approach
Or dare disturb the fox.
#rebirth
#spiritual
#pagan #magic
#pagan #magic
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2 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
16th Jan 2022 10:53pm
16th Jan 2022 10:53pm
Snip and cut
All was perfect in Martha's world. At forty-five, already a grandmother, she was glowing.
A nice house in a quiet suberb, a man who loved her dearly, going on since their High School days. Totally happy and content as she was working on her project for presentation at the sewing club in three weeks time. Her confection was a tight fitting black dress suitable for a cocktail evening or dinner at their favorite french restaurant, Chez Pierre.
Tight fitting, she was using Anaconda Foil Knit, medium weight fabric with some spandex. Also straps and just a bit of cleavage....
A nice house in a quiet suberb, a man who loved her dearly, going on since their High School days. Totally happy and content as she was working on her project for presentation at the sewing club in three weeks time. Her confection was a tight fitting black dress suitable for a cocktail evening or dinner at their favorite french restaurant, Chez Pierre.
Tight fitting, she was using Anaconda Foil Knit, medium weight fabric with some spandex. Also straps and just a bit of cleavage....
#sadness
#anger
#heartbroken #disappointment
#heartbroken #disappointment
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EROTIC POEM
Published
16th Jan 2022 5:00pm
16th Jan 2022 5:00pm
Lies
His wife was gorgeous
And had her own rhythms
So only once a month, if you please.
Make him wait
Make the anguish and the pleasure last.
So what was he to do?
Prostitutes he tried,
But tooooo mechanical
And some of the bitches weren't even there,
Even chatting on the phone while being banged.
Thus the internet it was.
Tons of dear women looking for Loooooove.
Widowed, separated, divorced
Or, most mind-boggling to him,
The ''single'' woman who turned out
To have two kids. Not too ''single'' in his view.
Tons...
And had her own rhythms
So only once a month, if you please.
Make him wait
Make the anguish and the pleasure last.
So what was he to do?
Prostitutes he tried,
But tooooo mechanical
And some of the bitches weren't even there,
Even chatting on the phone while being banged.
Thus the internet it was.
Tons of dear women looking for Loooooove.
Widowed, separated, divorced
Or, most mind-boggling to him,
The ''single'' woman who turned out
To have two kids. Not too ''single'' in his view.
Tons...
#sadness
#heartbroken
#confusion
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13 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Jan 2022 6:15pm
13th Jan 2022 6:15pm
Snip and cut.
It was, as usual,
A pleasant gathering
At the Wednesday evening
Sewing club.
The ladies were in fine spirit.
The last evening for this particular project
And a small prize to be had for the best creation.
Each lady had her own vision of the perfect dress
Some were with long sleeves, others with short sleeves.
A few, strapless.
Presented in blue, in white, in emerald green....and more,
Done in fabrics from nylon to cotton even
In corderoy, would you believe.
And when the final touches were made
The dresses put on display ...
A pleasant gathering
At the Wednesday evening
Sewing club.
The ladies were in fine spirit.
The last evening for this particular project
And a small prize to be had for the best creation.
Each lady had her own vision of the perfect dress
Some were with long sleeves, others with short sleeves.
A few, strapless.
Presented in blue, in white, in emerald green....and more,
Done in fabrics from nylon to cotton even
In corderoy, would you believe.
And when the final touches were made
The dresses put on display ...
#happiness
#courage
#emotions
42 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
13th Jan 2022 3:19am
13th Jan 2022 3:19am
Fears.
I love when I can travel by air,
Already lost in dreams,
All the new sites to see
Or the old ones to revisit.
Not a care in the world
Disregarding the fact
That I am renting a seat
Going over an ocean at
Thirty thousand feet.
But I totally dislike the idea
Of being aboard a giant vessel
Crossing the same ocean.
As storms rise, who knows what can happen.
Never mind that these monsters of the seas
Will not sink.
Well, barring the infamous case of the Costa Concordia
Who blew it close to shore, resulting in a huge...
Already lost in dreams,
All the new sites to see
Or the old ones to revisit.
Not a care in the world
Disregarding the fact
That I am renting a seat
Going over an ocean at
Thirty thousand feet.
But I totally dislike the idea
Of being aboard a giant vessel
Crossing the same ocean.
As storms rise, who knows what can happen.
Never mind that these monsters of the seas
Will not sink.
Well, barring the infamous case of the Costa Concordia
Who blew it close to shore, resulting in a huge...
#happiness
#respect
#emotions
32 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
12th Jan 2022 10:31am
12th Jan 2022 10:31am
A pig with a heart'
#inspirational
#admiration
#emotions
57 reads
12 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Jan 2022 2:37am
12th Jan 2022 2:37am
Troubled souls (22)
I think that poets are troubled souls.
One great Québecois poet,
Émile Nelligan suffered from schizophrenia.
Others come to poetry after
Depressions or burn-outs
Or worse, a combination of both.
It's either write or go insane.
Or fall prey to grand evils
Such as drugs and alcohol.
Some poets, no doubt
Truly end up in the gutter
(Was that the case with Jack Kerouac? I forget)
But then, hopefully
One day they see some sort of light
Their inner strength helps them
Get back on their feet
And they...
One great Québecois poet,
Émile Nelligan suffered from schizophrenia.
Others come to poetry after
Depressions or burn-outs
Or worse, a combination of both.
It's either write or go insane.
Or fall prey to grand evils
Such as drugs and alcohol.
Some poets, no doubt
Truly end up in the gutter
(Was that the case with Jack Kerouac? I forget)
But then, hopefully
One day they see some sort of light
Their inner strength helps them
Get back on their feet
And they...
#hope
#courage
#inspirational
#admiration
#emotions
49 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
12th Jan 2022 2:11am
12th Jan 2022 2:11am
The Poverty of my Reality
Actually and for a long time
I cursed the Lord
That Supreme Asshole
For being who I am.
But I learned to deal
With my Reality
Learned how to deal
With the little I have
And somehow, finding new goals,
In a manner, creating a new self
A new me.
I am starting to enjoy the little I have
And counting it
As a blessing.
I cursed the Lord
That Supreme Asshole
For being who I am.
But I learned to deal
With my Reality
Learned how to deal
With the little I have
And somehow, finding new goals,
In a manner, creating a new self
A new me.
I am starting to enjoy the little I have
And counting it
As a blessing.
#happiness
#courage
#redemption
30 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
10th Jan 2022 2:21am
10th Jan 2022 2:21am
Very unhappy bitch
#anger
#frustration
#greed
37 reads
8 Comments
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