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? .
Truth Be Told
To achieve Enlightenment is the goal of many,
achieving Enlightenment is the curse of a few.
Blind faith in religious fiction and supernatural myth addiction,
brings untold misery to the human condition.
No hand shake, warm embrace, kiss on the cheek,
just bits and byte, speed of light, the new reality to seek.
Your name is a number, your life ones and zeroes,
become your own savior, be your own heroes.
All the words ever chiseled in stone, inked on paper, floating in the cloud
shall one day be,
the ultimate reality,...
achieving Enlightenment is the curse of a few.
Blind faith in religious fiction and supernatural myth addiction,
brings untold misery to the human condition.
No hand shake, warm embrace, kiss on the cheek,
just bits and byte, speed of light, the new reality to seek.
Your name is a number, your life ones and zeroes,
become your own savior, be your own heroes.
All the words ever chiseled in stone, inked on paper, floating in the cloud
shall one day be,
the ultimate reality,...
#rhyming
#TruthOfLife
#humankind #philosophical
#humankind #philosophical
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Highest Highs Juxtaposed Lowest Lows
Newly weds basking in the afterglow close their eyes,
homeless man with his hungry dog lying in the gutter dies.
Over snow covered mountain peaks the bald eagle flies,
beneath the small white cross the unknown soldier lies.
Cotton candy clouds float in baby blue skies,
self-loathing teen jumps off the bridge of sighs.
On the windowsill grandma cools her homemade apple pies,
starving baby too weak to voice it's eminent demise.
New father expecting one presented with twins what a big surprise,
the mother who lost her only child...
homeless man with his hungry dog lying in the gutter dies.
Over snow covered mountain peaks the bald eagle flies,
beneath the small white cross the unknown soldier lies.
Cotton candy clouds float in baby blue skies,
self-loathing teen jumps off the bridge of sighs.
On the windowsill grandma cools her homemade apple pies,
starving baby too weak to voice it's eminent demise.
New father expecting one presented with twins what a big surprise,
the mother who lost her only child...
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Somewhere Out There Is A Land
Where kites never get caught in trees, dogs won't bit, and bees can't sting
fish don't swim in bowls, and canaries are free to fly on the wing.
Everyone lives forever, and feels the vibration of every string,
hearts are never broken, and they put chocolate on top of everything.
Life's as rosy as a young maidens cheeks in spring,
somewhere out there is this land if only in my dream.
fish don't swim in bowls, and canaries are free to fly on the wing.
Everyone lives forever, and feels the vibration of every string,
hearts are never broken, and they put chocolate on top of everything.
Life's as rosy as a young maidens cheeks in spring,
somewhere out there is this land if only in my dream.
#happiness
#hope
#dreams
#peace
#rhyming
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Rest In Peace Smoking Joe
I met him volunteering at the mission he'd come in around noon,
slurped his soup from a bowl hands to shaky to use a spoon.
Residing in a hovel call the Empty Arms Hotel,
light years from heaven, next door to hell.
Shuffling along, repetitive staccato mutter,
smoking ciggy butts he finds in the gutter.
No one to care if he lives, gives a Damm if he died,
his soul long ago committed suicide.
Neon light through a tare in the sheet streams in,
ilumanating him pass out on the floor reeking of piss and rotgut gin.
Bedbugs...
slurped his soup from a bowl hands to shaky to use a spoon.
Residing in a hovel call the Empty Arms Hotel,
light years from heaven, next door to hell.
Shuffling along, repetitive staccato mutter,
smoking ciggy butts he finds in the gutter.
No one to care if he lives, gives a Damm if he died,
his soul long ago committed suicide.
Neon light through a tare in the sheet streams in,
ilumanating him pass out on the floor reeking of piss and rotgut gin.
Bedbugs...
749 reads
0 Comments
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