Submissions by standingmyground
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
15th Jul 2017 6:41pm
15th Jul 2017 6:41pm
Your Turn is Coming
If this turns off anyone, I didn't write it for that reason, this is just the way it was.
The urn holding your ashes
in the closet with a few of your
favorite things.
Actually it isn't an urn,
never could see the reason for one,
you're still in what I received you in.
People will talk.
He didn't buy an urn.
He didn't think enough of her
to even buy a . . .
Let them talk, squawk, shriek,
I just don't care.
Somehow you not being in a urn
symbolizes who you were.
A woman from Mississippi
who...
The urn holding your ashes
in the closet with a few of your
favorite things.
Actually it isn't an urn,
never could see the reason for one,
you're still in what I received you in.
People will talk.
He didn't buy an urn.
He didn't think enough of her
to even buy a . . .
Let them talk, squawk, shriek,
I just don't care.
Somehow you not being in a urn
symbolizes who you were.
A woman from Mississippi
who...
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SELF POEM
Published
14th Jul 2017 6:50pm
14th Jul 2017 6:50pm
A Prism Prison
Cloistered by her unwritten word,
Made horrendous as a silent bell,
I scrawl lines to her, but has she heard
My prayer wherever she doth dwell?
Tenuous is life, color it red,
For the pain and suffering we bear.
Days march on no matter what's ahead,
Tears of joy or glee, we are its heir.
I, the father, find it harder still,
Experience has not prepared me
To unearth a ghost-like fear that chills,
Add my heart and soul and that makes three.
I honestly sluice my soul for truth,
Not hide from skeletons...
Made horrendous as a silent bell,
I scrawl lines to her, but has she heard
My prayer wherever she doth dwell?
Tenuous is life, color it red,
For the pain and suffering we bear.
Days march on no matter what's ahead,
Tears of joy or glee, we are its heir.
I, the father, find it harder still,
Experience has not prepared me
To unearth a ghost-like fear that chills,
Add my heart and soul and that makes three.
I honestly sluice my soul for truth,
Not hide from skeletons...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Jul 2017 11:05pm
13th Jul 2017 11:05pm
Raven Eyes
he sits on a fence post
fluffing glossy-black feathers
utters somethin’
taciturn squawk
maybe a trill
looking askew at me
sitting in the rockin’ chair
back porch gazin’
haughty bird already there
when I came to sit and look
like to know what the robber baron’s thinking
like to know if he’s thinkin’ the same about me
won’t look at me straight-on
naw
keeps his iniquitous eyes
out of kilter
‘cept for fluffin’ his feathers
don’t do nothin’
just sits and stares
same as me\
‘cept I give him a...
fluffing glossy-black feathers
utters somethin’
taciturn squawk
maybe a trill
looking askew at me
sitting in the rockin’ chair
back porch gazin’
haughty bird already there
when I came to sit and look
like to know what the robber baron’s thinking
like to know if he’s thinkin’ the same about me
won’t look at me straight-on
naw
keeps his iniquitous eyes
out of kilter
‘cept for fluffin’ his feathers
don’t do nothin’
just sits and stares
same as me\
‘cept I give him a...
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SELF POEM
Published
12th Jul 2017 7:18pm
12th Jul 2017 7:18pm
She Makes Him Smile
Can your emotions change with age?
Can an old heart turn a new page?
Can a heart who has seen too much,
and has even has lived in a hutch;
can he be recharged by a smile,
and think of it on distant isles?
An old man who looked at his life,
quite alone now, without a wife.
He lives his days, one for the next,
in front of a monitor; vexed.
A simmering bright light has come,
among ashes he found a plum.
Though his attachment’s far away,
She can make him smile every day.
©June 26, 2017 / Jerry Pat Bolton
Can an old heart turn a new page?
Can a heart who has seen too much,
and has even has lived in a hutch;
can he be recharged by a smile,
and think of it on distant isles?
An old man who looked at his life,
quite alone now, without a wife.
He lives his days, one for the next,
in front of a monitor; vexed.
A simmering bright light has come,
among ashes he found a plum.
Though his attachment’s far away,
She can make him smile every day.
©June 26, 2017 / Jerry Pat Bolton
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Jul 2017 2:00pm
11th Jul 2017 2:00pm
A Night Out
We dined at Romeo's-On-The-Strip
We went dancing at Love Shack
I took her back to my Paddington
Marvin Gaye had a little Sexual Healing in the CD
She had staked out the Deep-Throat-Divan
I opened my best Cheap California Burgundy
She sniffed the cork, said, I like Dago Red
After pouring our glasses Total-Due
I sat touching her Thigh Lovlies, slid
An arm around her Grand Tetons
Her perfume had the scent of Hay-In-The-Rain
We chit-chatted about Jersey Shore to
The season's finale of Frogman Fugaminute
I tell her my...
We went dancing at Love Shack
I took her back to my Paddington
Marvin Gaye had a little Sexual Healing in the CD
She had staked out the Deep-Throat-Divan
I opened my best Cheap California Burgundy
She sniffed the cork, said, I like Dago Red
After pouring our glasses Total-Due
I sat touching her Thigh Lovlies, slid
An arm around her Grand Tetons
Her perfume had the scent of Hay-In-The-Rain
We chit-chatted about Jersey Shore to
The season's finale of Frogman Fugaminute
I tell her my...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Jul 2017 2:12am
11th Jul 2017 2:12am
A Nice Walk
I came in from outdoors
A nice walk I took
She asked me
If the sun was shining
To tell the truth
I hadn't paid any mind to the weather
Still, she expects an answer
And if it isn't the right one
She'll think me utterly mad
©May 17, 2017 / Jerry Pat Bolton
A nice walk I took
She asked me
If the sun was shining
To tell the truth
I hadn't paid any mind to the weather
Still, she expects an answer
And if it isn't the right one
She'll think me utterly mad
©May 17, 2017 / Jerry Pat Bolton
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SELF POEM
Published
11th Jul 2017 1:14am
11th Jul 2017 1:14am
Swampman
Swampman felt a stirring in his innards
caressing his familiar
from a distance away
smiling, tears caressed his cheek
a face appears inside his kaleidoscope vision
a memory from the past
after it was over
she couldn't look him in the eye
rumor says she wound up in New Orleans
a WildChild
and was never tamed
trying to purge what took place that night
although she shows up from time to time
he never asks
what she's done
he just drinks the wine she brings and loves her
what she has in store...
caressing his familiar
from a distance away
smiling, tears caressed his cheek
a face appears inside his kaleidoscope vision
a memory from the past
after it was over
she couldn't look him in the eye
rumor says she wound up in New Orleans
a WildChild
and was never tamed
trying to purge what took place that night
although she shows up from time to time
he never asks
what she's done
he just drinks the wine she brings and loves her
what she has in store...
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SELF POEM
Published
10th Jul 2017 2:21pm
10th Jul 2017 2:21pm
Bad
stretched as far as I could toward the sky
giggling like a schoolgirl
as I fell
with a thud from grace
in the immoral clutches
of my Sunday School teacher
having bitten into the flesh of life
savored the saccharine
for sweetness had been laced with dread
walked down scary roads
entered into heretofore unknown
worlds lustful and bloody
tasting bright lights
quenching my thirst at
the Last Chance Lounge and Fleshpit
social order run amok
took my shoes off
rolled up my pants legs
and...
giggling like a schoolgirl
as I fell
with a thud from grace
in the immoral clutches
of my Sunday School teacher
having bitten into the flesh of life
savored the saccharine
for sweetness had been laced with dread
walked down scary roads
entered into heretofore unknown
worlds lustful and bloody
tasting bright lights
quenching my thirst at
the Last Chance Lounge and Fleshpit
social order run amok
took my shoes off
rolled up my pants legs
and...
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SELF POEM
Published
9th Jul 2017 1:42am
9th Jul 2017 1:42am
Back in tha Day
they told me I was alarming
when I asked them why
they looked at me
heads slightly bowed
and they told me
because you don’t need anyone
I gave that impression
in my younger days
macho man that I was
I am still alone
but not quite as macho
©June 30, 2017 / Jerry Pat Bolton
when I asked them why
they looked at me
heads slightly bowed
and they told me
because you don’t need anyone
I gave that impression
in my younger days
macho man that I was
I am still alone
but not quite as macho
©June 30, 2017 / Jerry Pat Bolton
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Jul 2017 6:05pm
8th Jul 2017 6:05pm
Life's Sonnet #4
Half moon descending 'tween darkness and light,
It's a lonely moon, half of it is gone,
The other half makes the moon full and bright,
Like it is now the poor thing is withdrawn.
Even a quarter moon has some mystique,
Sharp pointed endings, a definite curve,
But like it is now it looks rather bleak,
He's sad for the other half he deserves.
A full moon brings joy, beneath it is sweetness,
No one says, "How beautiful that half moon."
Once a month the cycle is repeated,
It is a sin not to let the moon bloom.
The tragedy in the...
It's a lonely moon, half of it is gone,
The other half makes the moon full and bright,
Like it is now the poor thing is withdrawn.
Even a quarter moon has some mystique,
Sharp pointed endings, a definite curve,
But like it is now it looks rather bleak,
He's sad for the other half he deserves.
A full moon brings joy, beneath it is sweetness,
No one says, "How beautiful that half moon."
Once a month the cycle is repeated,
It is a sin not to let the moon bloom.
The tragedy in the...
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SELF POEM
Published
5th Jul 2017 11:29pm
5th Jul 2017 11:29pm
Long Nights
The nights are long
Time spent is ugly
Fire in the belly
Still burns as before
Questioning Heaven
And where it may lie
It's not time to go
I can't make the cut
Spellbound by the moon
A moonrock echo
Maybe that's Heaven
Armstrong never said
It is two o'clock
Window drapes are pulled
Streetlight says hello
But not the shadows
Shadows, secrets kept
I don't trust shadows
Still, I look at them
They've stolen my soul
That's why I sit here
Each night I open ...
Time spent is ugly
Fire in the belly
Still burns as before
Questioning Heaven
And where it may lie
It's not time to go
I can't make the cut
Spellbound by the moon
A moonrock echo
Maybe that's Heaven
Armstrong never said
It is two o'clock
Window drapes are pulled
Streetlight says hello
But not the shadows
Shadows, secrets kept
I don't trust shadows
Still, I look at them
They've stolen my soul
That's why I sit here
Each night I open ...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Jul 2017 8:09pm
4th Jul 2017 8:09pm
Fourth of July 2017
Fourth of July 2017
although our grand country
is beset with problems
many of our own making
I can look at the Statue of Liberty
and chills traverse my spine
although we have people
many of them hooded
looking for ways to take us down
when I see a man or woman
dressed in military uniforms
I feel a glad within my heart
on the TV politicians rant and rave
sickening to the core
but it is their right to do so
freedom of speech don’t ya know
this is a short poem
but couldn’t let this day go by ...
although our grand country
is beset with problems
many of our own making
I can look at the Statue of Liberty
and chills traverse my spine
although we have people
many of them hooded
looking for ways to take us down
when I see a man or woman
dressed in military uniforms
I feel a glad within my heart
on the TV politicians rant and rave
sickening to the core
but it is their right to do so
freedom of speech don’t ya know
this is a short poem
but couldn’t let this day go by ...
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