Submissions by runningturtle87
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
If it's not intimate, what's the point?......................
Microeconomics
Daniel, or Danny, or Dud, or Dudley,
or Dupid, or Dumpy, or Duffus,
these were just some of the names
the assailant had gone by in his years
of junior high school abuse.
And after so many times of having
his chair pulled out from under him,
his name being used as a punching bag,
his books scorched, his lunch nabbed,
his eyes poked, his bike kicked,
his work laughed at, and finally,
his entire world shattered on the Internet
by a group of kids who thought it sport
to unleash a hell of insults around
an odd photograph they had...
or Dupid, or Dumpy, or Duffus,
these were just some of the names
the assailant had gone by in his years
of junior high school abuse.
And after so many times of having
his chair pulled out from under him,
his name being used as a punching bag,
his books scorched, his lunch nabbed,
his eyes poked, his bike kicked,
his work laughed at, and finally,
his entire world shattered on the Internet
by a group of kids who thought it sport
to unleash a hell of insults around
an odd photograph they had...
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Red, White, and Blue
Utopian thinking is so stupid.
Humans can't live in peace.
Humans can only be at war.
We need to dig up everything
and cover it all with concrete
in a quest to make sure
that we have used every resource
to create added value
even beyond the capacity
of others to buy and use it.
We all need all this stuff
to make us totally happy
because the more stuff
that you have the happier
you tend to be according to
a poll that shows that 93%
of Americans are happier
when their closets are bulging
and their yards are...
Humans can't live in peace.
Humans can only be at war.
We need to dig up everything
and cover it all with concrete
in a quest to make sure
that we have used every resource
to create added value
even beyond the capacity
of others to buy and use it.
We all need all this stuff
to make us totally happy
because the more stuff
that you have the happier
you tend to be according to
a poll that shows that 93%
of Americans are happier
when their closets are bulging
and their yards are...
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A Woman Who Knows (for Dena)
A woman who knows herself
is a woman in charge of her life.
She can keep her head up high
and live it with no strife.
She knows herself and who she is
and validates her needs
and she don't have to have a man
to ask and ask if please.
She knows her mind and what she likes
and has her set of plans
and if that meets some other thought
she might show out demands.
She's got a mind and uses it
to make her world sing whole
but she don't need some man to drag
his feet up to her bowl.
Any man that wants to be
with...
is a woman in charge of her life.
She can keep her head up high
and live it with no strife.
She knows herself and who she is
and validates her needs
and she don't have to have a man
to ask and ask if please.
She knows her mind and what she likes
and has her set of plans
and if that meets some other thought
she might show out demands.
She's got a mind and uses it
to make her world sing whole
but she don't need some man to drag
his feet up to her bowl.
Any man that wants to be
with...
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Hurricane
It would have been an innocent evening
if she had thought of anything else,
but when he arrived, it was not very long
until she had him laid across her bed
and watching a movie as she spread out.
The movie roared on for a million lifetimes
as she shifted her body to show off her curves,
first this cure and then that storehouse,
until she felt sure that she had unleashed
her entire arsenal of attention getting devices.
Somehow this one had not the faintest!
What was it going to take? She squinted.
Her pants had been riding up, even as...
if she had thought of anything else,
but when he arrived, it was not very long
until she had him laid across her bed
and watching a movie as she spread out.
The movie roared on for a million lifetimes
as she shifted her body to show off her curves,
first this cure and then that storehouse,
until she felt sure that she had unleashed
her entire arsenal of attention getting devices.
Somehow this one had not the faintest!
What was it going to take? She squinted.
Her pants had been riding up, even as...
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Helix Sugar
Charmed and full,
the evening was penultimately gathered
by her fingering her ice,
and lifting a single cube
to her lips and ladling its foiling moisture
along the thin of her cheek
as she slipped it down to her throat
around to the barely containing bodice,
dipping into her lilting cleavage,
and then joltingly back to her lips
as she tongued the dripping crystal.
His phone rang and, in a nervous panter,
he thrust it into his water glass
as it muffled the last whimper
of any outside interference or help.
runningturtle87
the evening was penultimately gathered
by her fingering her ice,
and lifting a single cube
to her lips and ladling its foiling moisture
along the thin of her cheek
as she slipped it down to her throat
around to the barely containing bodice,
dipping into her lilting cleavage,
and then joltingly back to her lips
as she tongued the dripping crystal.
His phone rang and, in a nervous panter,
he thrust it into his water glass
as it muffled the last whimper
of any outside interference or help.
runningturtle87
783 reads
6 Comments
In the Loop
Not feeling
the pulse
of another person
for ten years
can wear a hole
in your skin
like a wine bottle cork
stuck in the throat
as you choke
on the thought
that this
may have been
your last sip
and the entire dance
is over,
only the next morning
you wake up
and start the dream
all over again,
and every day
is a blank canvas
that steals your breath.
runningturtle87
the pulse
of another person
for ten years
can wear a hole
in your skin
like a wine bottle cork
stuck in the throat
as you choke
on the thought
that this
may have been
your last sip
and the entire dance
is over,
only the next morning
you wake up
and start the dream
all over again,
and every day
is a blank canvas
that steals your breath.
runningturtle87
1116 reads
6 Comments
When I Go
My God I want to kiss
Like I'm never going to eat again,
Ever go to work,
Ever get out of bed.
The last moment of life,
Kissing until I pass out,
The life sucked clean out
Out of my crumpled body.
He was such a vibrant soul.
One day he was with us
And the next day he was dead.
I just talked to him last night,
And he seemed okay.
Well, he's gone now.
Someone just kissed
the fucking life right out of him.
That's how I want to go.
runningturtle87
Like I'm never going to eat again,
Ever go to work,
Ever get out of bed.
The last moment of life,
Kissing until I pass out,
The life sucked clean out
Out of my crumpled body.
He was such a vibrant soul.
One day he was with us
And the next day he was dead.
I just talked to him last night,
And he seemed okay.
Well, he's gone now.
Someone just kissed
the fucking life right out of him.
That's how I want to go.
runningturtle87
912 reads
2 Comments
Poverty Mentality
Who knows what great art might produced
If we were willing to suffer more?
But time is such an ungracious task master.
The fear of being alone, the worries of sleeplessness,
The Cushing sense that failure's barking dog
Might wake the dead and alarm the living.
What in the hell might we do if we lived
The authentic life without its numbing accesses
And held ourselves to only such as we might find
Beneath the wheel of some sad wreck
The charm of which is only in its rusted dents
And living is a shattered patch of cardboard dreams?
...
If we were willing to suffer more?
But time is such an ungracious task master.
The fear of being alone, the worries of sleeplessness,
The Cushing sense that failure's barking dog
Might wake the dead and alarm the living.
What in the hell might we do if we lived
The authentic life without its numbing accesses
And held ourselves to only such as we might find
Beneath the wheel of some sad wreck
The charm of which is only in its rusted dents
And living is a shattered patch of cardboard dreams?
...
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Below
I'm sorry
That I feel no shame
In loving you,
Wanting to be near you,
To have the solace
Of your liquid touch
To reside within.
My insecurity
Is not
In the potential
Of a rejection
But rather
That I might
Run aground
At the shoal
And so transcend
The depth
Of you
That I might scrape
The bottom
Of your soul.
runningturtle87
That I feel no shame
In loving you,
Wanting to be near you,
To have the solace
Of your liquid touch
To reside within.
My insecurity
Is not
In the potential
Of a rejection
But rather
That I might
Run aground
At the shoal
And so transcend
The depth
Of you
That I might scrape
The bottom
Of your soul.
runningturtle87
1151 reads
6 Comments
What Was Said
What the man said
was not as important
as the fact that he listened;
a generation can pass
and a word is not heard
nor a thought digested.
What amount of healing
is given in a day
where the feet are stopped,
the arms held low,
and the mouth is closed.
The young man looks
and the old man leans.
The freshness of a wind
in the trees is passed
for the silence
of having never remembered.
There, in the bellows,
blown by a fire in focus,
a thought is welcomed
and the whisper is finalized.
...
was not as important
as the fact that he listened;
a generation can pass
and a word is not heard
nor a thought digested.
What amount of healing
is given in a day
where the feet are stopped,
the arms held low,
and the mouth is closed.
The young man looks
and the old man leans.
The freshness of a wind
in the trees is passed
for the silence
of having never remembered.
There, in the bellows,
blown by a fire in focus,
a thought is welcomed
and the whisper is finalized.
...
730 reads
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THE HEART OF A LION
"DO GOOD THINGS" - Eric Williams
While awaiting
his flight out,
a mortar struck
and without hesitation
he hurled himself upon it
to save his 7 fellow soldiers.
With everything to gain
and then to leave it all
for another....
such a great sacrifice...
generations of children
will be born
in his honor....
But he would not
have had it any other way....
what we do instinctively
is who we really are..
it's our real values...
it's the best we know how to be....
to give it all for your...
While awaiting
his flight out,
a mortar struck
and without hesitation
he hurled himself upon it
to save his 7 fellow soldiers.
With everything to gain
and then to leave it all
for another....
such a great sacrifice...
generations of children
will be born
in his honor....
But he would not
have had it any other way....
what we do instinctively
is who we really are..
it's our real values...
it's the best we know how to be....
to give it all for your...
1680 reads
2 Comments
The Line
Crushed but not pulverized
glass or shattered plastic,
the raw sheer edge
that causes the eye to see
the line of demarcation
where there is another
absolutely different
and yet
a flavor of the flow
of color saturation.
This is the point
where the eye must let go
of what it knows to be
and then must allow
that what will be is
and this is it ,
how it is
what will be
until it is not
and then the synthetic,
the inductive,
the new,
the exchange,
the vibrant,
and what was
is no...
glass or shattered plastic,
the raw sheer edge
that causes the eye to see
the line of demarcation
where there is another
absolutely different
and yet
a flavor of the flow
of color saturation.
This is the point
where the eye must let go
of what it knows to be
and then must allow
that what will be is
and this is it ,
how it is
what will be
until it is not
and then the synthetic,
the inductive,
the new,
the exchange,
the vibrant,
and what was
is no...
636 reads
2 Comments
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