Submissions by runningturtle87
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
If it's not intimate, what's the point?......................
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...
704 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...
907 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...
831 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
865 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...
849 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...
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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...
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6 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
30th Jul 2012 4:47pm
30th Jul 2012 4:47pm
Posting
Sipping coffee and flipping
through my photos
on my phone
I see
that you have posted a picture
of yourself
all luscious and strong,
your tight muscular frame
and that lithe tension beaming
like a bundled set
of curves
to drive my senses
to your core
and wish to collapse
against you
in an unshielded caress,
to travel the length
of you
and smell the tossing wafts
of your every texture
in the odalisque
of your serving stare,
the half-wicked smile
and the tenaciously culling stance ...
through my photos
on my phone
I see
that you have posted a picture
of yourself
all luscious and strong,
your tight muscular frame
and that lithe tension beaming
like a bundled set
of curves
to drive my senses
to your core
and wish to collapse
against you
in an unshielded caress,
to travel the length
of you
and smell the tossing wafts
of your every texture
in the odalisque
of your serving stare,
the half-wicked smile
and the tenaciously culling stance ...
920 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Jul 2012 4:34pm
30th Jul 2012 4:34pm
The Ends of Death
Why then is death
ever a good idea
either in war
or protection
or abortion
or murder
or execution
or assassination
or in thought
or for hire
or through neglect
or in reaction
or in retaliation
or in drunkenness
or by accident
or in passing
or through embargo
or by objectification
or on behalf of religion
or through poor craftsmanship
or by starvation
or by overdose
or by bullying
or through a practical joke
or through forgetfulness
or when just going in for a moment ...
ever a good idea
either in war
or protection
or abortion
or murder
or execution
or assassination
or in thought
or for hire
or through neglect
or in reaction
or in retaliation
or in drunkenness
or by accident
or in passing
or through embargo
or by objectification
or on behalf of religion
or through poor craftsmanship
or by starvation
or by overdose
or by bullying
or through a practical joke
or through forgetfulness
or when just going in for a moment ...
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2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Jul 2012 11:57pm
29th Jul 2012 11:57pm
Lessons from the Movies
In the latest Batman movie,
Bruce Wayne
needed
to have the wisdom
to know how
to make the final leap
that would free him
from his prison,
and so,
when he took
that wisdom,
he turned
and tossed the rope
in to help out the others
who were trapped below;
he did not just walk off
and leave them there
in a hole
in the ground
saying, "I got out
on my own,
do it yourself."
He remembered
what it was
that was the source
of his freedom
and did not stab them ...
Bruce Wayne
needed
to have the wisdom
to know how
to make the final leap
that would free him
from his prison,
and so,
when he took
that wisdom,
he turned
and tossed the rope
in to help out the others
who were trapped below;
he did not just walk off
and leave them there
in a hole
in the ground
saying, "I got out
on my own,
do it yourself."
He remembered
what it was
that was the source
of his freedom
and did not stab them ...
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0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
29th Jul 2012 5:49pm
29th Jul 2012 5:49pm
Beyond the Phantoms
Just as amputees
often have the experience
of feeling a missing limb,
many times
we will still remember
our virtual past.
Our threatened childhood,
our violent youth,
our raped or bullied journey,
these are the ghostly losses
of life that haunt our daily moments
with the terrors to be preyed on
by those
who sift the live data
of our psyches
as they shift to dominate
our every movement
and caloric output.
The phantoms
in our minds
are unmirrored
by the present praise
of...
often have the experience
of feeling a missing limb,
many times
we will still remember
our virtual past.
Our threatened childhood,
our violent youth,
our raped or bullied journey,
these are the ghostly losses
of life that haunt our daily moments
with the terrors to be preyed on
by those
who sift the live data
of our psyches
as they shift to dominate
our every movement
and caloric output.
The phantoms
in our minds
are unmirrored
by the present praise
of...
769 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Jul 2012 2:15pm
29th Jul 2012 2:15pm
Second Hand Insanity
In modern terms,
the depth
of our experiences
is one
of an outward show
of wealth and comfort.
The most exotic
of our experiences
are the sense
of safety we find
behind the walls
of our protection
from the world
of soldiers and bandits,
the seclusion
in which
in privacy
we may indulge
in our fantasies and perversions
while still maintaining
our public faces.
We have come to believe
that an orgasm
or a night
of wine
are world winds
of cosmic understanding ...
the depth
of our experiences
is one
of an outward show
of wealth and comfort.
The most exotic
of our experiences
are the sense
of safety we find
behind the walls
of our protection
from the world
of soldiers and bandits,
the seclusion
in which
in privacy
we may indulge
in our fantasies and perversions
while still maintaining
our public faces.
We have come to believe
that an orgasm
or a night
of wine
are world winds
of cosmic understanding ...
737 reads
2 Comments
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