Submissions by runningturtle87
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
If it's not intimate, what's the point?......................
Trying to Explain
It's interesting to watch over time how things both change and remain the same.
It's interesting ............irony, funny, odd, bizarre, contradictory, mundane, nice
to watch ....................observe on all levels, sense, examine, lap up
over time ...................historically/momentarily
how things ..................people, subjects, meanings
both ........................at the same time and independently
change ......................molt, transform, reinvent
and remain the same..........resist, take refuge, stay, rebuttal, organize, dogmatize
...
It's interesting ............irony, funny, odd, bizarre, contradictory, mundane, nice
to watch ....................observe on all levels, sense, examine, lap up
over time ...................historically/momentarily
how things ..................people, subjects, meanings
both ........................at the same time and independently
change ......................molt, transform, reinvent
and remain the same..........resist, take refuge, stay, rebuttal, organize, dogmatize
...
715 reads
2 Comments
What She Had Learned
She took
her hair brush
and popped herself
on the butt
to see
how it felt
and then, looking
at the shape,
had other ideas...
Those things
that had served
her well
had become
for her
her weapons
of choice
in her fight
to join
her life
and her feelings.
Food a weapon.
Her body.
Her hair.
Her rules.
The ability
to make a decision.
She combed
her hair out,
leaned back
and began
to stroke herself
with the tip.
She inserted it...
her hair brush
and popped herself
on the butt
to see
how it felt
and then, looking
at the shape,
had other ideas...
Those things
that had served
her well
had become
for her
her weapons
of choice
in her fight
to join
her life
and her feelings.
Food a weapon.
Her body.
Her hair.
Her rules.
The ability
to make a decision.
She combed
her hair out,
leaned back
and began
to stroke herself
with the tip.
She inserted it...
868 reads
12 Comments
The Ballad of Mel and Nikki
In for the check up
and the score all neat,
check-in girl
and the vampire treat.
One has eyes
like a bedroom suite
the other one lips
Queen's throne seat.
Want to take my temp
it's a 100 and three,
not enough going,
they gotta go at me.
Strapped to the table
for the EKG,
pulling on the package
and wires for free.
She says, "Now
you got two women…"
and it's more than that,
they're taken charge
and my heart goes flat.
Gotta retest
what do you suppose
gotta report...
and the score all neat,
check-in girl
and the vampire treat.
One has eyes
like a bedroom suite
the other one lips
Queen's throne seat.
Want to take my temp
it's a 100 and three,
not enough going,
they gotta go at me.
Strapped to the table
for the EKG,
pulling on the package
and wires for free.
She says, "Now
you got two women…"
and it's more than that,
they're taken charge
and my heart goes flat.
Gotta retest
what do you suppose
gotta report...
716 reads
10 Comments
One more step on the Path
Not to know
the end of the path
but to step along each stone
and allow the winding steps
to lead the feet
and wandering eyes.
This is a wanton step
of drunken love.
Your hand
and wavering passage
hips like railroad cars
to rails and spikes
and gravel and ties
and the bed and the path;
they all point
sundial swing.
The tunnel ahead,
I drive my engine,
smoke stacks
in a billowing puff
one head way blow
two stoke arm
three wheel lurch
four go down
and a whistle.
Long is the...
the end of the path
but to step along each stone
and allow the winding steps
to lead the feet
and wandering eyes.
This is a wanton step
of drunken love.
Your hand
and wavering passage
hips like railroad cars
to rails and spikes
and gravel and ties
and the bed and the path;
they all point
sundial swing.
The tunnel ahead,
I drive my engine,
smoke stacks
in a billowing puff
one head way blow
two stoke arm
three wheel lurch
four go down
and a whistle.
Long is the...
726 reads
8 Comments
Making Sense
Elegantly handsome
sentences
formulate
a specific point
of view
that culminates
in a universal
understanding
that can be shared
with everyone else,
whereas vague
and cryptic sentences
that leave the reader
scratching his head
as to what could
possibly
have been meant
become, in the end,
merely gibberish.
We are charged
with the duty
to bring
the words to life
and give them every hope
of making their way
into the pantheon
of intelligible statements
so that...
sentences
formulate
a specific point
of view
that culminates
in a universal
understanding
that can be shared
with everyone else,
whereas vague
and cryptic sentences
that leave the reader
scratching his head
as to what could
possibly
have been meant
become, in the end,
merely gibberish.
We are charged
with the duty
to bring
the words to life
and give them every hope
of making their way
into the pantheon
of intelligible statements
so that...
867 reads
17 Comments
Let's Do It
1570 reads
7 Comments
Unrelentless
Pain is an aching presence
that gnaws at your will to enjoy life.
The constant spur of an angled knife
the tip of which is the reason to wince
takes its time and then yours.
You wake in a sweat and leave in a huff
and you slightly twist and your world goes off.
The regret for whatever it was that
started this ill framed sadness
jumble rolls awkwardly in and out.
Wringing hands and a flurry of pills,
constant discomfort and a head unclear.
Madness is a love letter from an anxious troll
whose only concern is to prod...
that gnaws at your will to enjoy life.
The constant spur of an angled knife
the tip of which is the reason to wince
takes its time and then yours.
You wake in a sweat and leave in a huff
and you slightly twist and your world goes off.
The regret for whatever it was that
started this ill framed sadness
jumble rolls awkwardly in and out.
Wringing hands and a flurry of pills,
constant discomfort and a head unclear.
Madness is a love letter from an anxious troll
whose only concern is to prod...
612 reads
4 Comments
Simplicity
1036 reads
2 Comments
Her Musings
Music and fingers
on her instrument
sound like bumble bees
the heavy sigh
and the eyes
encircling.
She leans back in the chair
and handles the notes
technical and unavoidant.
The swelling
and texture of her heat
as she rises to meet
the sheets
and the arpeggios
of her inwardness
sing an aria
of delicacy
and not a single
dot of effort
manages to effect
an effluvium.
As clear and clean and uplifting
as the clouds in colored long splendor,
the cumulus towers of her texturousness...
on her instrument
sound like bumble bees
the heavy sigh
and the eyes
encircling.
She leans back in the chair
and handles the notes
technical and unavoidant.
The swelling
and texture of her heat
as she rises to meet
the sheets
and the arpeggios
of her inwardness
sing an aria
of delicacy
and not a single
dot of effort
manages to effect
an effluvium.
As clear and clean and uplifting
as the clouds in colored long splendor,
the cumulus towers of her texturousness...
833 reads
6 Comments
Camping by Moonlight
The fire made
and the last coffee
laid to rest,
the evening light
swirling
so slowly
her lips
merely mumbled
the care laden day.
I sat at the embers
and used a stick
to stir
the alligator skinned
heat,
nestled the rocks
a final time
and then crept
into the sleeping bag
to warm myself
in the enfolding embrace
of her hot wet smoothness.
The air
on my skin
the comfort
of the ground
the distant howls
and yelping,
every factor
that makes the wild
what it is
was in...
and the last coffee
laid to rest,
the evening light
swirling
so slowly
her lips
merely mumbled
the care laden day.
I sat at the embers
and used a stick
to stir
the alligator skinned
heat,
nestled the rocks
a final time
and then crept
into the sleeping bag
to warm myself
in the enfolding embrace
of her hot wet smoothness.
The air
on my skin
the comfort
of the ground
the distant howls
and yelping,
every factor
that makes the wild
what it is
was in...
735 reads
6 Comments
The Virtue of Nothingness
There is nothing
in the cards
that says
that we have to be
on top
of the universe
every minute
of every day,
but there is no virtue
in being
under the cosmic wheel.
We all go
through a moment
of self-dissatisfaction
while we molt our skins
and reinvent ourselves
as we transform
from one point
of speculation
to another,
but in the scheme
of things
there is no reason
to spend a lot of time
in self-hatred
and disappointment
over our not being
the...
in the cards
that says
that we have to be
on top
of the universe
every minute
of every day,
but there is no virtue
in being
under the cosmic wheel.
We all go
through a moment
of self-dissatisfaction
while we molt our skins
and reinvent ourselves
as we transform
from one point
of speculation
to another,
but in the scheme
of things
there is no reason
to spend a lot of time
in self-hatred
and disappointment
over our not being
the...
660 reads
2 Comments
Starving for Affection
1140 reads
4 Comments
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