Submissions by takis1917
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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STORY POEM
Published
21st Jan 2018 00:15am
21st Jan 2018 00:15am
The Story Teller
- ... And
the young woman in red
quite unexpectedly yawned
and her yawn
triggered
one hundred years of global sleep...
It's no joke
believe it!...
Those children were craving
for a moment's rest
and it's written on every stone
that holds this earth together:
When men are asleep
the world is a safer place -
improvised the end of her story,
the fallen angel
hustling
for her airfare out of this world,
the maid
eavesdropping
on the wind...
the young woman in red
quite unexpectedly yawned
and her yawn
triggered
one hundred years of global sleep...
It's no joke
believe it!...
Those children were craving
for a moment's rest
and it's written on every stone
that holds this earth together:
When men are asleep
the world is a safer place -
improvised the end of her story,
the fallen angel
hustling
for her airfare out of this world,
the maid
eavesdropping
on the wind...
637 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Jan 2018 7:47pm
9th Jan 2018 7:47pm
In Between
Stood there
between the relative and the absolute
feeling time was running out
yet knowing
time never ends
just runs clockwise in circles.
The waiter arrived
unfolding a table and a chair
"Your table, sir!
Are you here for the baptism or the funeral?"
"What's today's special?"
"Tea, sir!
What is your pleasure?" said the waiter
and his breath caused an atmospheric chemical reaction
effecting the fall of the season's first snow flakes
"Terribly sorry, sir, I didn't mean to..."
...
between the relative and the absolute
feeling time was running out
yet knowing
time never ends
just runs clockwise in circles.
The waiter arrived
unfolding a table and a chair
"Your table, sir!
Are you here for the baptism or the funeral?"
"What's today's special?"
"Tea, sir!
What is your pleasure?" said the waiter
and his breath caused an atmospheric chemical reaction
effecting the fall of the season's first snow flakes
"Terribly sorry, sir, I didn't mean to..."
...
899 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Dec 2017 5:59pm
27th Dec 2017 5:59pm
Every Now And Then, She Patrols...
Every now and then
she snatches her desert out of her purse
she unfolds it in front of her
and takes a long walk
- she calls it her 'occasional patrol' -
whistling marching songs
driving off intruders.
With the job complete
and all the sand's dry kisses
hanging from her lips
she turns around and registers the traces of the route
carefully folding it back
burying it deep in the farthest corner of the bag.
Content she's back at square one
raises her glass
lights a cig
spits out smoke, phlegm and sand...
she snatches her desert out of her purse
she unfolds it in front of her
and takes a long walk
- she calls it her 'occasional patrol' -
whistling marching songs
driving off intruders.
With the job complete
and all the sand's dry kisses
hanging from her lips
she turns around and registers the traces of the route
carefully folding it back
burying it deep in the farthest corner of the bag.
Content she's back at square one
raises her glass
lights a cig
spits out smoke, phlegm and sand...
836 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
13th Dec 2017 11:34pm
13th Dec 2017 11:34pm
Cheap Laugh
Holy days and Holy nights
don't do much for me
but the occasional holy afternoon
makes my world go 'round.
And every day I pose and pause
before the wake-up call
'cause, every morning I think
I have a reason to wake up...
but, every time I do, I forget it...
don't do much for me
but the occasional holy afternoon
makes my world go 'round.
And every day I pose and pause
before the wake-up call
'cause, every morning I think
I have a reason to wake up...
but, every time I do, I forget it...
818 reads
10 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
7th Dec 2017 2:04pm
7th Dec 2017 2:04pm
Recitation
Footnote at the top.
The two lines of the poem quoted in this piece, are from the poem "The Deadly Solitude Of Alexis Aslanis" by Greek poet Dionysis Savvopoulos. (English rendering, mine)
Started his recitation confidently.
He knew the poem well
knew it by heart...
A blend of the political and the personal
- collective defeat
individual search for meaning
and a touching appeal to love's redemptive potential -
One of his favorites
never performed before
at the political memorials he frequented. ...
The two lines of the poem quoted in this piece, are from the poem "The Deadly Solitude Of Alexis Aslanis" by Greek poet Dionysis Savvopoulos. (English rendering, mine)
Started his recitation confidently.
He knew the poem well
knew it by heart...
A blend of the political and the personal
- collective defeat
individual search for meaning
and a touching appeal to love's redemptive potential -
One of his favorites
never performed before
at the political memorials he frequented. ...
#love
#romantic
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#UnrequitedLove
1013 reads
10 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Nov 2017 4:04am
27th Nov 2017 4:04am
Definition
What is darker
than dark?
- I don't know!
Define dark...
Dark is my soul
Dark is my mood
Dark are my demons
Dark are my thoughts
when darkness sets in
- I know!
Darker than dark
is more of you...
than dark?
- I don't know!
Define dark...
Dark is my soul
Dark is my mood
Dark are my demons
Dark are my thoughts
when darkness sets in
- I know!
Darker than dark
is more of you...
757 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Nov 2017 2:21pm
22nd Nov 2017 2:21pm
Now
There is an infinity of nows
that come and go
and yet one
comes and stays forever...
That one for me is you"
he said as tenderly as he could
"Oh, honey", she replied
"that's so sweet...
but do you mind spending it alone?
... I kind of hate living in the past..."
that come and go
and yet one
comes and stays forever...
That one for me is you"
he said as tenderly as he could
"Oh, honey", she replied
"that's so sweet...
but do you mind spending it alone?
... I kind of hate living in the past..."
791 reads
17 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Nov 2017 2:00am
19th Nov 2017 2:00am
Graffiti's Word
On the wall across the street
a slogan drew her attention
encircled by a well-designed graffiti
depicting cleverly a certain connectivity
of all the arts
“Arts of the world unite
and let us all fit in!”
She frowned and sighed disapprovingly.
Reached in her purse, out came her lipstick.
First did her lips – burning red – and crossed the street.
There, under the slogan, hand and lipstick drew letters:
“Free the words from escorting guards…”
Hand and lipstick suspended for a moment
A satisfied...
a slogan drew her attention
encircled by a well-designed graffiti
depicting cleverly a certain connectivity
of all the arts
“Arts of the world unite
and let us all fit in!”
She frowned and sighed disapprovingly.
Reached in her purse, out came her lipstick.
First did her lips – burning red – and crossed the street.
There, under the slogan, hand and lipstick drew letters:
“Free the words from escorting guards…”
Hand and lipstick suspended for a moment
A satisfied...
837 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Nov 2017 5:01pm
17th Nov 2017 5:01pm
November 17 Generation
Don't say a word
Don't lead the procession
Stay home
No need to apologize
but no revisions either, please
Stay home
Not a celebration of you
but of that moment you were there...
Don't lead the procession
Stay home
No need to apologize
but no revisions either, please
Stay home
Not a celebration of you
but of that moment you were there...
933 reads
9 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Nov 2017 4:43pm
10th Nov 2017 4:43pm
Springs Of Liberty
In voice quiet
- the audience demanded clarity, not spin -
she concluded her thought
"I had my Spring when I burnt my bra
then, sadly, Victoria Secrets showed up
I resisted
but
misguided trust on economic over-determination
prevailed..."
- the audience demanded clarity, not spin -
she concluded her thought
"I had my Spring when I burnt my bra
then, sadly, Victoria Secrets showed up
I resisted
but
misguided trust on economic over-determination
prevailed..."
726 reads
9 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Nov 2017 1:44pm
9th Nov 2017 1:44pm
Gerontology
It was her turn to speak
at the Conference On Gerontology
In a small conference room
full of Gerontologists from around the world
- some young, some old, some floating uncomfortably in the in-between -
it was her turn to present
- neither young, or old, but not a floater, either -
present her life study's results
She came to the lectern
placed her notes on its sloping top
adjusted the mic to her height
she took a deep breath
- "Speak before you think" she thought
"because if you think
you may forever...
at the Conference On Gerontology
In a small conference room
full of Gerontologists from around the world
- some young, some old, some floating uncomfortably in the in-between -
it was her turn to present
- neither young, or old, but not a floater, either -
present her life study's results
She came to the lectern
placed her notes on its sloping top
adjusted the mic to her height
she took a deep breath
- "Speak before you think" she thought
"because if you think
you may forever...
770 reads
10 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Nov 2017 10:59am
5th Nov 2017 10:59am
Stranded In Desert
Footnotes at the top:
1. Written 25 years ago in another language
and its first part - as it appears here - translated a few years later.
2. Reflecting a view of our present historical era as the Dark Ages in
modern clothes. (A view mostly unchanged to date.)
3. Kyrilov is a character in Dostoevsky's "The Possessed".
Stranded In Desert
Life of fear and shadows
life of graves and decline.
Elements unaltered by time
time contrapted in a perception of immobility
suited only for eyes entrapping death.
I...
1. Written 25 years ago in another language
and its first part - as it appears here - translated a few years later.
2. Reflecting a view of our present historical era as the Dark Ages in
modern clothes. (A view mostly unchanged to date.)
3. Kyrilov is a character in Dostoevsky's "The Possessed".
Stranded In Desert
Life of fear and shadows
life of graves and decline.
Elements unaltered by time
time contrapted in a perception of immobility
suited only for eyes entrapping death.
I...
936 reads
10 Comments
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