Submissions by takis1917
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Lately, find it interesting and, occasionally, enjoyable...
STORY POEM
Published
20th May 2022 8:33am
20th May 2022 8:33am
Meta-Modern Aspiring Lover Courts Maria
What code
will open your tight lips
and grace me
with an escaping exclamation
or a quiet sigh?
I wont venture
to ask for a whole word;
we've suffered plenty with Logos' various mishaps.
"And if
such emotive explosions
scare you
could you consider
favoring me
with just a random smile,
your fiscal silence's
other side?
"Will you draw, at least,
in the tiniest of lines
the algorithm of your desire
and
charge my account, if you will,
with
reading falsely its statistics?..."
will open your tight lips
and grace me
with an escaping exclamation
or a quiet sigh?
I wont venture
to ask for a whole word;
we've suffered plenty with Logos' various mishaps.
"And if
such emotive explosions
scare you
could you consider
favoring me
with just a random smile,
your fiscal silence's
other side?
"Will you draw, at least,
in the tiniest of lines
the algorithm of your desire
and
charge my account, if you will,
with
reading falsely its statistics?..."
#parody
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STORY POEM
Published
25th Mar 2022 10:45am
25th Mar 2022 10:45am
John Smith Misses His Sleep
Upon
reaching age eligibility
John Smith
announced his retirement
instantaneously.
The many years of hard work
and stress
were, indubitably, the root causes
for innumerable
sleepless days and nights.
Not that retiring helped any.
Soon after
he had to come to terms
with
the twenty-four hours, only, days...
Converging interests
of social convention
and
Swiss Watch Makers
constructed the day as such.
Twenty-four hours sleep a day
does not...
reaching age eligibility
John Smith
announced his retirement
instantaneously.
The many years of hard work
and stress
were, indubitably, the root causes
for innumerable
sleepless days and nights.
Not that retiring helped any.
Soon after
he had to come to terms
with
the twenty-four hours, only, days...
Converging interests
of social convention
and
Swiss Watch Makers
constructed the day as such.
Twenty-four hours sleep a day
does not...
#parody
139 reads
1 Comment
STORY POEM
Published
13th Feb 2022 12:30pm
13th Feb 2022 12:30pm
John Smith Worries...
John Smith lately
- even though
well aware of time's relativity,
he stresses "lately" -
has no worries
no stress whatsoever
not a care in the world.
But, a thought crosses his mind
- as occasionally did
throughout
his evenly distributed past -
he has no ambition
no purpose in life, at all
nothing to look forward to.
John Smith worries
- admittedly
he, never, entered into turbulence
his risks, always, moderate and calculated -
unless he climbs a step, any...
- even though
well aware of time's relativity,
he stresses "lately" -
has no worries
no stress whatsoever
not a care in the world.
But, a thought crosses his mind
- as occasionally did
throughout
his evenly distributed past -
he has no ambition
no purpose in life, at all
nothing to look forward to.
John Smith worries
- admittedly
he, never, entered into turbulence
his risks, always, moderate and calculated -
unless he climbs a step, any...
#parody
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3 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
19th Jan 2022 9:44am
19th Jan 2022 9:44am
Maria's Funeral
She died
on her 25th birthday
- or, so she claimed -
Her fury
didn't fit
inside the casket...
... And,
they burned her
- besides, it was her last wish -
Worms
scared her to death...
on her 25th birthday
- or, so she claimed -
Her fury
didn't fit
inside the casket...
... And,
they burned her
- besides, it was her last wish -
Worms
scared her to death...
#parody
168 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Oct 2021 5:30pm
28th Oct 2021 5:30pm
Watch Your Step
Leaving the premises,
he knew,
the shit
he was stepping on
was all
his own...
Yet,
he couldn't stop
looking back...
he knew,
the shit
he was stepping on
was all
his own...
Yet,
he couldn't stop
looking back...
#parody
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Sep 2021 8:32am
5th Sep 2021 8:32am
Narcissus
At the edge of applause
where nostalgia's ugly face lurks
mirrors begin to crack
Figures
of glass particles
form
A universe
cuts
itself
where nostalgia's ugly face lurks
mirrors begin to crack
Figures
of glass particles
form
A universe
cuts
itself
#parody
#philosophical
274 reads
6 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
30th Aug 2021 6:25pm
30th Aug 2021 6:25pm
Virtual
Had the time...
Absent the locus...
Had invitation to her place...
Had sudden headache...
Got phone number...
Called two weeks later...
Wedding two years after...
Twelve years, twelve kids...
Divorce...
Child support...
Had some saved time...
Time saved didn't translate to sufficient assets...
Escape to Australia...
Gold discovery...
Bought a little more time, few moments, few hours...
Skype family reunion...
Virtual life, timeless...
Absent the locus...
Had invitation to her place...
Had sudden headache...
Got phone number...
Called two weeks later...
Wedding two years after...
Twelve years, twelve kids...
Divorce...
Child support...
Had some saved time...
Time saved didn't translate to sufficient assets...
Escape to Australia...
Gold discovery...
Bought a little more time, few moments, few hours...
Skype family reunion...
Virtual life, timeless...
#parody
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3 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
9th Aug 2021 4:29pm
9th Aug 2021 4:29pm
Traveler And Zombie
- Eeeeeeee!!!
Anybody there???...
There were many,
too many to know or count...
Took the last train out of there...
Sat across a zombie...
- Bite me, he offered politely...
- No can do, infected teeth enamel,
the zombie replied,
suggesting, instead, a game of bridge...
- I don't gamble anymore...
- I see!... A tortured soul proned to poetry...
I'm all ears... and, opinions...
Long silence ensued
both staring outside...
- Wasteland, he murmured...
- That's my stop, the zombie...
Anybody there???...
There were many,
too many to know or count...
Took the last train out of there...
Sat across a zombie...
- Bite me, he offered politely...
- No can do, infected teeth enamel,
the zombie replied,
suggesting, instead, a game of bridge...
- I don't gamble anymore...
- I see!... A tortured soul proned to poetry...
I'm all ears... and, opinions...
Long silence ensued
both staring outside...
- Wasteland, he murmured...
- That's my stop, the zombie...
#parody
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STORY POEM
Published
7th Aug 2021 8:48am
7th Aug 2021 8:48am
2021
Point
of many returns...
Stranded...
Without
a two way
ticket...
of many returns...
Stranded...
Without
a two way
ticket...
#parody
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2 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
28th Feb 2021 2:42pm
28th Feb 2021 2:42pm
Duration
Summons time
Confronts it
-one might say, provokes it-
and, corners it
Has it where he wants it
Relentless counting ensues
His years, days, his moments
About the years
he already knows
embarks on the impossible
-as if they never existed-
nor any days can he find
He lost them all
like all the bets he ever made
One or two
or maybe three moments
he counted
drawing lines in the thin air
of this distant stare
of that ever absent stare
Confronts it
-one might say, provokes it-
and, corners it
Has it where he wants it
Relentless counting ensues
His years, days, his moments
About the years
he already knows
embarks on the impossible
-as if they never existed-
nor any days can he find
He lost them all
like all the bets he ever made
One or two
or maybe three moments
he counted
drawing lines in the thin air
of this distant stare
of that ever absent stare
#parody
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2 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
21st Jan 2021 2:49pm
21st Jan 2021 2:49pm
Maria's Life In Sixty...
I
Reading of her will.
Short, exact, to the point.
Some kitchen utensils
frozen chicken
pack of spaghetti
tomato paste can...
II
Rain.
Wet.
Enters bar.
Hit and miss regular
asks
what would her legacy be.
Perplexed, befuddled "Huh?"
escapes her lips...
III
Birth in hospital.
Mother pushes and screams...
Out she comes
bloody,
wondering what for?
Doctor cuts umbilical cord.
She sighs...
Reading of her will.
Short, exact, to the point.
Some kitchen utensils
frozen chicken
pack of spaghetti
tomato paste can...
II
Rain.
Wet.
Enters bar.
Hit and miss regular
asks
what would her legacy be.
Perplexed, befuddled "Huh?"
escapes her lips...
III
Birth in hospital.
Mother pushes and screams...
Out she comes
bloody,
wondering what for?
Doctor cuts umbilical cord.
She sighs...
#LifeCycle
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Jan 2021 3:23pm
16th Jan 2021 3:23pm
Poem Never Written
It is, certainly, correct
to point this obvious omission out.
It is customary, after all,
a collection dedicated to...
- or, an address paying tribute to one,
even, a eulogy for one worth it -
... to focus, mainly, on the whole,
the totality
that greater than the sum of its parts is
and signifies
their, otherwise, solitary landscape(s).
Absolutely,
a critical omission!
Yet, not because of,
oh, no,
oversight, imprudence, or, recklessness.
I should, simply, be charged
with natural inadequacies.
The...
to point this obvious omission out.
It is customary, after all,
a collection dedicated to...
- or, an address paying tribute to one,
even, a eulogy for one worth it -
... to focus, mainly, on the whole,
the totality
that greater than the sum of its parts is
and signifies
their, otherwise, solitary landscape(s).
Absolutely,
a critical omission!
Yet, not because of,
oh, no,
oversight, imprudence, or, recklessness.
I should, simply, be charged
with natural inadequacies.
The...
#poverty
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