Submissions by runningturtle87
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
If it's not intimate, what's the point?......................
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Aug 2012 9:59am
10th Aug 2012 9:59am
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?
...
878 reads
1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
9th Aug 2012 1:05am
9th Aug 2012 1:05am
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
1176 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Aug 2012 5:52pm
6th Aug 2012 5:52pm
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.
...
752 reads
4 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Aug 2012 00:57am
5th Aug 2012 00:57am
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...
1713 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Aug 2012 4:39pm
4th Aug 2012 4:39pm
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...
654 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Aug 2012 4:39pm
4th Aug 2012 4:39pm
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...
726 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
3rd Aug 2012 4:38am
3rd Aug 2012 4:38am
The Future of Sex
With the number
of pathways open
to interact
with other human beings,
I can see a day
when we may even
marry people
that we will
in reality
never even ever touch.
Everything will be done
fully virtually
and the idea
that we would
ever have to suffer
through the smells
and indelicacies
of a live interaction,
as disgusting as
that may become
to us in that not so
distant future,
will become to us
anathema and unappealing,
unacceptable and revolting,
genuinely...
of pathways open
to interact
with other human beings,
I can see a day
when we may even
marry people
that we will
in reality
never even ever touch.
Everything will be done
fully virtually
and the idea
that we would
ever have to suffer
through the smells
and indelicacies
of a live interaction,
as disgusting as
that may become
to us in that not so
distant future,
will become to us
anathema and unappealing,
unacceptable and revolting,
genuinely...
925 reads
8 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
2nd Aug 2012 1:35pm
2nd Aug 2012 1:35pm
Cold Hard
What if
how it works
is not
through compassion
and understanding
but instead
by simply holding
everyone accountable
for their own survival,
and if they fail
to learn
what they need
to know,
instead
of our attempting
to intervene
on their behalf
and work
towards their best interest,
we simply
let them die?
Maybe that
would be easier
than trying
and then being blamed
or held responsible
because we did
not do enough
to change their minds
or mend...
how it works
is not
through compassion
and understanding
but instead
by simply holding
everyone accountable
for their own survival,
and if they fail
to learn
what they need
to know,
instead
of our attempting
to intervene
on their behalf
and work
towards their best interest,
we simply
let them die?
Maybe that
would be easier
than trying
and then being blamed
or held responsible
because we did
not do enough
to change their minds
or mend...
851 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
1st Aug 2012 2:33pm
1st Aug 2012 2:33pm
Fire on the Mirror
Spinning blur
fantasia
waltzing
with her face
still more unseen,
few women look
better naked,
but this one
is a keeper.
The warming trend
of her attire
in self-shot
motion shows
the lapping flames
of her exposure,
rusty bright
and brilliant ochers,
deep yellow burning
paneled steaming pillars,
and a mirror,
clear and transfusing,
telescopic
and transfixing.
Her body is the fire
on the mirror.
runningturtle87
fantasia
waltzing
with her face
still more unseen,
few women look
better naked,
but this one
is a keeper.
The warming trend
of her attire
in self-shot
motion shows
the lapping flames
of her exposure,
rusty bright
and brilliant ochers,
deep yellow burning
paneled steaming pillars,
and a mirror,
clear and transfusing,
telescopic
and transfixing.
Her body is the fire
on the mirror.
runningturtle87
886 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Aug 2012 12:31pm
1st Aug 2012 12:31pm
LMFAO
Did you hear about Chris?
No, what happened?
"OH, he lost his ass. Yep, laughed it right off. Darnedest thing! Boom, no ass! It just fell right off!"
"Buddy, can you spare some ass? I lost mine in a joke."
"Please, Sir, can I have some more ass?"
I mean, what is a little ass among friends?
This gives an entirely new slant on making an ass of yourself.
I like a man with a sense of humor.
What about that guy?
No way.
Why do you say that?
Do you see the ass on that? Obviously, he...
No, what happened?
"OH, he lost his ass. Yep, laughed it right off. Darnedest thing! Boom, no ass! It just fell right off!"
"Buddy, can you spare some ass? I lost mine in a joke."
"Please, Sir, can I have some more ass?"
I mean, what is a little ass among friends?
This gives an entirely new slant on making an ass of yourself.
I like a man with a sense of humor.
What about that guy?
No way.
Why do you say that?
Do you see the ass on that? Obviously, he...
873 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
31st Jul 2012 1:55pm
31st Jul 2012 1:55pm
Only
I know you think
you have to go to work
and you do
so stay home
and we'll go back to bed
and get naked
and forget
about the world outside.
I will be right there
with French toast
and we can watch TV
and I will steal the remote
and turn it off
and you can reach for it
and we will pretend to fight
and you will pout until I give in
and then it won't matter
and you'll make it up to me
and we'll kiss
and this will linger on
until we finally reach out
and touch
and smell
and taste
and...
you have to go to work
and you do
so stay home
and we'll go back to bed
and get naked
and forget
about the world outside.
I will be right there
with French toast
and we can watch TV
and I will steal the remote
and turn it off
and you can reach for it
and we will pretend to fight
and you will pout until I give in
and then it won't matter
and you'll make it up to me
and we'll kiss
and this will linger on
until we finally reach out
and touch
and smell
and taste
and...
789 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
31st Jul 2012 1:42pm
31st Jul 2012 1:42pm
Let's Use It All Up
As soon as
we get finished consuming
and as much as we consume,
we want everyone to be
as rich as we are;
even though this will simply
drive the prices up
and then we will need
to make more
and send the message
of entitlement out
that you deserve more
and should get more
and consume more
and the entire planet
put into a tube
that you can squeeze out
on your toast
in the morning,
a squeeze of the Grand Canyon,
a dab of the Pacific shoreline,
a hint of the Great Lakes,
a smidge of the...
we get finished consuming
and as much as we consume,
we want everyone to be
as rich as we are;
even though this will simply
drive the prices up
and then we will need
to make more
and send the message
of entitlement out
that you deserve more
and should get more
and consume more
and the entire planet
put into a tube
that you can squeeze out
on your toast
in the morning,
a squeeze of the Grand Canyon,
a dab of the Pacific shoreline,
a hint of the Great Lakes,
a smidge of the...
822 reads
6 Comments
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