Submissions by stardustchild
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
With Caesar's last breath, let us give a name to that long ago star, from whom no doubt children we all are..........Any Suggestions? .
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Apr 2018 8:12pm
2nd Apr 2018 8:12pm
SAFE WAY OUT
Talking on a cell phone behind the wheel of a massive S.U.V.,
he nods at the guard while exiting the gated community
Roaring down the highway doing eighty feeling powerful and free,
with Trump and Pence on the bumper and the flag
"Don't Trend On Me ".
Circling the parking lot to get as close as he can be,
he goes inside perturbed and demanding a manager to see.
Their is a filthy Beggar with no legs sitting by the door,
who asked me for spare change as I came into your store.
Tell those "Bleeding Hearts " to stop giving...
he nods at the guard while exiting the gated community
Roaring down the highway doing eighty feeling powerful and free,
with Trump and Pence on the bumper and the flag
"Don't Trend On Me ".
Circling the parking lot to get as close as he can be,
he goes inside perturbed and demanding a manager to see.
Their is a filthy Beggar with no legs sitting by the door,
who asked me for spare change as I came into your store.
Tell those "Bleeding Hearts " to stop giving...
#sadness
#grief
#rhyming #disappointment
#rhyming #disappointment
648 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th May 2017 8:43am
18th May 2017 8:43am
The Look Upon Her Face
I was surfing through the channels when I came to P.B.S.,
who would have known it was to cause me such
Emotional Distress.
A true story of Ethnic Cleaning in a Country call Rwanda,
where were all the Protesters, where was Jane Fonda.
They had quickly changed the channel so they would not have to see,
that those who let it happen represented you and me.
I know that millions die each year from War, Hunger, and Disease,
I have seen the ads a thousand times, help us won't you Please.
So why I kept on...
who would have known it was to cause me such
Emotional Distress.
A true story of Ethnic Cleaning in a Country call Rwanda,
where were all the Protesters, where was Jane Fonda.
They had quickly changed the channel so they would not have to see,
that those who let it happen represented you and me.
I know that millions die each year from War, Hunger, and Disease,
I have seen the ads a thousand times, help us won't you Please.
So why I kept on...
676 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Dec 2016 2:32am
26th Dec 2016 2:32am
Bah Humbuggery
A Hellfire missile hit the Stable and Inn,
obliterating the Three Wise Men.
A S.A.M. took out Santa in a no fly zone,
Frosty is now just a Large Snowcone.
The Grinch made a clean getaway,
Tiny Tim was killed by a runaway sleigh.
The little Match Girl struck her last,
joins the Ghost of Christmas Past.
On the 13th day my True Love gave me the clap,
maxed my credit card buying useless crap.
" Why not be Nice? ", " Why are you so Naughty? ",
" because the best gift I got was a Squatty Potty ".
obliterating the Three Wise Men.
A S.A.M. took out Santa in a no fly zone,
Frosty is now just a Large Snowcone.
The Grinch made a clean getaway,
Tiny Tim was killed by a runaway sleigh.
The little Match Girl struck her last,
joins the Ghost of Christmas Past.
On the 13th day my True Love gave me the clap,
maxed my credit card buying useless crap.
" Why not be Nice? ", " Why are you so Naughty? ",
" because the best gift I got was a Squatty Potty ".
625 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Nov 2016 11:26am
13th Nov 2016 11:26am
Aquarius Flashback
All our yesterday's seem so near, and yet so far,
they flew by like a shooting star.
No longer in the springtime of our youth,
autumn now finds us long in the tooth.
Once turned on to the Hippie Nation,
now reminiscing to the Oldies Station.
Beatles, Stones, Dylan, and the Grateful Dead,
bell bottoms, tie-dye, purple haze, and Panama red.
Still hoisting my freak flag high,
excuse me while I kiss the sky.
Not ready for cat and quilt, rocking chair,
still dancing in the moonlight, warm night air.
they flew by like a shooting star.
No longer in the springtime of our youth,
autumn now finds us long in the tooth.
Once turned on to the Hippie Nation,
now reminiscing to the Oldies Station.
Beatles, Stones, Dylan, and the Grateful Dead,
bell bottoms, tie-dye, purple haze, and Panama red.
Still hoisting my freak flag high,
excuse me while I kiss the sky.
Not ready for cat and quilt, rocking chair,
still dancing in the moonlight, warm night air.
617 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Oct 2016 3:47am
11th Oct 2016 3:47am
Come Sail Away Far Beyond
Come sail away far beyond the Great Pacific Garbage Patch,
to where there is no uranium and mercury in the fish we catch.
No billions of pounds of plastic to kill a million seabirds each year,
the last gasps of hundreds of thousands of marine mammals we won't have to hear.
Come sail away in dreams when iron men in wooden ships sailed the seven seas,
far from the sick and dying oceans that are now the harsh reality.
to where there is no uranium and mercury in the fish we catch.
No billions of pounds of plastic to kill a million seabirds each year,
the last gasps of hundreds of thousands of marine mammals we won't have to hear.
Come sail away in dreams when iron men in wooden ships sailed the seven seas,
far from the sick and dying oceans that are now the harsh reality.
#sea
#rhyming
#humankind #MovingOn
#humankind #MovingOn
630 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Oct 2016 2:53am
10th Oct 2016 2:53am
The Adventures Of Cabbie Man
Life in the fast lane.
Where the rubber meets the road.
Picking up the widow who suddenly lost her mate of sixty one years,
once a week to place flowers, she dabs away her tears.
Young man bolts from the cab without paying running gleefully down the street,
changed him twice the fare when he came back for his cell phone left on the seat.
Blind man with his dying guide dog, we went racing to the vet,
the grief he expressed at his best friend passing, I never will forget.
Taking an aged Casanova to the E.R....
Where the rubber meets the road.
Picking up the widow who suddenly lost her mate of sixty one years,
once a week to place flowers, she dabs away her tears.
Young man bolts from the cab without paying running gleefully down the street,
changed him twice the fare when he came back for his cell phone left on the seat.
Blind man with his dying guide dog, we went racing to the vet,
the grief he expressed at his best friend passing, I never will forget.
Taking an aged Casanova to the E.R....
686 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Oct 2016 8:52pm
2nd Oct 2016 8:52pm
My Fair Lady Of Fibonacci
I see her in seeds and flowers, the birds and the bees,
shells along the shore and pine cones on branches in the trees.
My ears that hear her music played on piano keys,
Oh No, not the rabbits George reproducing exponentially.
The penguins waddling along, dolphins swimming playfully,
my hands that reach out to hold her she's never far from me.
In my youth her golden ratio / numbers had my mind
spiraling like the milky way galaxy, a hurricane swirling out at sea .
My Fair Lady hides in plane sigh but once you perceive,
you will...
shells along the shore and pine cones on branches in the trees.
My ears that hear her music played on piano keys,
Oh No, not the rabbits George reproducing exponentially.
The penguins waddling along, dolphins swimming playfully,
my hands that reach out to hold her she's never far from me.
In my youth her golden ratio / numbers had my mind
spiraling like the milky way galaxy, a hurricane swirling out at sea .
My Fair Lady hides in plane sigh but once you perceive,
you will...
736 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Sep 2016 7:04am
30th Sep 2016 7:04am
Want To Say Truth Is Just A Click Away
Warrant Officer Hugh Thompson, A True American Hero of mine,
with Andreotta and Colburn, dared to step over the line.
Senator sought his dishonorable termination,
suffered reprisals, threats, and intimidation,
for stopping more Abomination.
Survivors of My Lai want to say,
why did you murder our Loved Ones that day.
Colonel John Chiviington preached divine,
one of the most sadistic butchers in his time.
Granted amnesty, only condemnation,
for the slaughter of an Indian Nation,
nites make lice, ordered complete...
with Andreotta and Colburn, dared to step over the line.
Senator sought his dishonorable termination,
suffered reprisals, threats, and intimidation,
for stopping more Abomination.
Survivors of My Lai want to say,
why did you murder our Loved Ones that day.
Colonel John Chiviington preached divine,
one of the most sadistic butchers in his time.
Granted amnesty, only condemnation,
for the slaughter of an Indian Nation,
nites make lice, ordered complete...
#death
#rhyming
#humankind
680 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Sep 2016 5:39am
18th Sep 2016 5:39am
Way Back When ----Then ----And Now
Stardust ----Pond Scum ----Homo Sap
the elephant in the room is sitting on your lap.
Geocentric ----Heliocentric ----Multi-Brane
quantum to cosmic seems so strange.
Polytheist ----Monotheist ----Atheist
find your own truth and follow your bliss.
Chieftains ----Kings ----C.E.O.s
to them the wealth and power flows.
Bow-Arrow ----Gunpowder ----I.C.B.M - M.E.R.V.
those who control are the masters you must serve.
Sandals ----Horses ----Motor Cars
rovers sending data from the surface of mars.
Game Trail...
the elephant in the room is sitting on your lap.
Geocentric ----Heliocentric ----Multi-Brane
quantum to cosmic seems so strange.
Polytheist ----Monotheist ----Atheist
find your own truth and follow your bliss.
Chieftains ----Kings ----C.E.O.s
to them the wealth and power flows.
Bow-Arrow ----Gunpowder ----I.C.B.M - M.E.R.V.
those who control are the masters you must serve.
Sandals ----Horses ----Motor Cars
rovers sending data from the surface of mars.
Game Trail...
611 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Sep 2016 11:10am
11th Sep 2016 11:10am
Frequency Modulation Metamorphosis
Born into an ultra-conservative right wing Christian family,
one evolved into a bleeding heart liberal Atheist anomaly.
All thing being equal how was it he turned out that way,
an old world band radio given to him by his Great Aunt Kay.
He had been listening to his Small Town a.m. station until that day,
when he tuned into underground f.m. from the San Francisco Bay.
From gospel hems on the Old Time Revival Hour,
to blues and rock on the King Biscuit Flower Hour.
A.m. Jimmy sang about Big John down in the mine,
f.m. Jimi sang...
one evolved into a bleeding heart liberal Atheist anomaly.
All thing being equal how was it he turned out that way,
an old world band radio given to him by his Great Aunt Kay.
He had been listening to his Small Town a.m. station until that day,
when he tuned into underground f.m. from the San Francisco Bay.
From gospel hems on the Old Time Revival Hour,
to blues and rock on the King Biscuit Flower Hour.
A.m. Jimmy sang about Big John down in the mine,
f.m. Jimi sang...
#rhyming
#memories
712 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
9th Sep 2016 00:37am
9th Sep 2016 00:37am
Slow Sad Joyce She Had No Choice
The Eugenicist with a scalpel between her thighs,
the Psychiatrist with an ice pick behind her eyes.
They made her barren and blank,
the Powers That Be to thank.
Snake bit by the caduceus, crucified on a gammadion cross,
it's just Slow Sad Joyce no big loss.
Oh Lord, Oh Lord, what have they done to you,
here in the land of the Red White and Blue.
One, from the Greatest Generation, dying off into history,
far from the new reality, in the twenty first century.
Genetically modified human embryonic...
the Psychiatrist with an ice pick behind her eyes.
They made her barren and blank,
the Powers That Be to thank.
Snake bit by the caduceus, crucified on a gammadion cross,
it's just Slow Sad Joyce no big loss.
Oh Lord, Oh Lord, what have they done to you,
here in the land of the Red White and Blue.
One, from the Greatest Generation, dying off into history,
far from the new reality, in the twenty first century.
Genetically modified human embryonic...
605 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Sep 2016 4:42pm
8th Sep 2016 4:42pm
My Number One Poem. ....May Be Number Two.
Driving across the Rockies in winter he pulled over, really had to go,
shaking hands with Shorty he wrote his name in cursive on the snow.
No idea where this lousy poem is going, running out of words to rhyme, ,
about to make an even bigger fool out of myself, it's ending Just In Time.
shaking hands with Shorty he wrote his name in cursive on the snow.
No idea where this lousy poem is going, running out of words to rhyme, ,
about to make an even bigger fool out of myself, it's ending Just In Time.
636 reads
2 Comments
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