oskar
Poem Published
5th Jan 2022 10:04am
5th Jan 2022 10:04am
oranges
Oranges
Frost in Florida once, I planted an orange tree
among thousands of other orange trees in an orchard
when in Florida.
The coppice belongs to a friend of mine who invited
me to plant the tree a day of wine and songs
remembering the old day when we lived in the Algarve.
I can pick out my orange tree among the mass of trees
simply because it is the most beautiful one.
Like in a pack of dogs, it’s easier to pick out your mutt
it has friendly eyes; we can also call it love.
My friend in Florida died, so did my canine; for my tree...
Frost in Florida once, I planted an orange tree
among thousands of other orange trees in an orchard
when in Florida.
The coppice belongs to a friend of mine who invited
me to plant the tree a day of wine and songs
remembering the old day when we lived in the Algarve.
I can pick out my orange tree among the mass of trees
simply because it is the most beautiful one.
Like in a pack of dogs, it’s easier to pick out your mutt
it has friendly eyes; we can also call it love.
My friend in Florida died, so did my canine; for my tree...
#marriage
#death
#aging #dating
#aging #dating
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2022 00:47am
3rd Jan 2022 00:47am
Sepia
Sepia
A pink canvas to paint our dreams
Turns into a grand
Amphitheater of clouds
Whose soul is the sepia
That preserves tears in amber
A pink canvas to paint our dreams
Turns into a grand
Amphitheater of clouds
Whose soul is the sepia
That preserves tears in amber
#love
#marriage
#separation #bittersweet
#separation #bittersweet
518 reads
8 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
1st Jan 2022 00:11am
1st Jan 2022 00:11am
Dust Bowl Lovers
Dust Bowl Lovers
Dust devils dance for rain
Her mason jar moxie
Turns pears into preserves
That can his worries
Of the lean season
With irrigation by a nearby river
Whose water will fill the rows
Of wheaten Lazarus
With her kitchen cornucopia
No mere manna
But an earthly sustenance
To fuel the labor he loves
But when she needs his touch
To fill the lonely hours
That shorten her breath
He lends his steel to her softness
Like a knight in the midst of chivalry
Whose creative anachronism
Is...
Dust devils dance for rain
Her mason jar moxie
Turns pears into preserves
That can his worries
Of the lean season
With irrigation by a nearby river
Whose water will fill the rows
Of wheaten Lazarus
With her kitchen cornucopia
No mere manna
But an earthly sustenance
To fuel the labor he loves
But when she needs his touch
To fill the lonely hours
That shorten her breath
He lends his steel to her softness
Like a knight in the midst of chivalry
Whose creative anachronism
Is...
#love
#hope
#courage
#marriage
#LifeStruggles
375 reads
2 Comments
Honoria
Poem Published
18th Dec 2021 4:11am
18th Dec 2021 4:11am
Poem With No Title
I cried a river.
Yet, there were no tears to dry.
Just internal sighs.
Awaiting your nod,
Am I to stay or to go?
I’m strong but tired.
I can see the light.
You are but a shadow, now.
I had hoped for more.
We have everything.
You have always been missing.
I didn’t see you there.
Driven by duty.
Blinded seeking clarity.
Taken down by fears.
May we both be healed.
✝️
Yet, there were no tears to dry.
Just internal sighs.
Awaiting your nod,
Am I to stay or to go?
I’m strong but tired.
I can see the light.
You are but a shadow, now.
I had hoped for more.
We have everything.
You have always been missing.
I didn’t see you there.
Driven by duty.
Blinded seeking clarity.
Taken down by fears.
May we both be healed.
✝️
#sadness
#hope
#marriage #WritingPoetry
#marriage #WritingPoetry
1015 reads
30 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
7th Dec 2021 12:40pm
7th Dec 2021 12:40pm
the value of christmas
The meaning of Christmas
In our multi-religious world and lack of Christian faith
I no longer call Christmas by its name but prefer
to call the festive season “The festivities.”
The meaning of “Christmas” was to celebrate the birth of Jesus
but commerce has highjacked the season
we are pressured into buying presents for family and friends.
The JUL is a good word that was celebrated long before Jesus was born
it is on the day the sun turns; spring will soon arrive.
The Jews have their day, so has the Muslims we
are not suggesting they should...
In our multi-religious world and lack of Christian faith
I no longer call Christmas by its name but prefer
to call the festive season “The festivities.”
The meaning of “Christmas” was to celebrate the birth of Jesus
but commerce has highjacked the season
we are pressured into buying presents for family and friends.
The JUL is a good word that was celebrated long before Jesus was born
it is on the day the sun turns; spring will soon arrive.
The Jews have their day, so has the Muslims we
are not suggesting they should...
#birth
#marriage
#anniversary
225 reads
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oskar
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2021 1:05pm
2nd Dec 2021 1:05pm
silk road
In Kashagan
The silk road begins
I bought
An apricot
From a woman
wearing
A red shawl
Over her black hair.
A yellow dress
She was stunning.
Kashagan
Has the biggest
Outdoor market
In the world
Europe is puny
And far away.
A new silk road
Is being
Constructed
Pipelines and trains
Expanding trade.
that is ok
as long
as they sell apricots
The silk road begins
I bought
An apricot
From a woman
wearing
A red shawl
Over her black hair.
A yellow dress
She was stunning.
Kashagan
Has the biggest
Outdoor market
In the world
Europe is puny
And far away.
A new silk road
Is being
Constructed
Pipelines and trains
Expanding trade.
that is ok
as long
as they sell apricots
#marriage
#death
#birthday
#anniversary
#pregnancy
263 reads
1 Comment
goldenmyst
Poem Published
24th Nov 2021 5:00am
24th Nov 2021 5:00am
Electric Dreams
Electric Dreams
I was a virtual artist named Pygmalion who created a 3-D simulation named Galatea who was the ideal of womanhood. In fact, she was so beautiful that I fell madly in love with my own creation. But not to be left out was the AI cluster of love, Venus, who saw her own loveliness in Galatea’s form. In fact, Venus was so fractaled from seeing her sister in beauty that she created an android so that Galatea became a Nereid. But she couldn’t have kids so we could spend our summers in Florida instead of shelling out for tuition.
Venus’s present to me was also...
I was a virtual artist named Pygmalion who created a 3-D simulation named Galatea who was the ideal of womanhood. In fact, she was so beautiful that I fell madly in love with my own creation. But not to be left out was the AI cluster of love, Venus, who saw her own loveliness in Galatea’s form. In fact, Venus was so fractaled from seeing her sister in beauty that she created an android so that Galatea became a Nereid. But she couldn’t have kids so we could spend our summers in Florida instead of shelling out for tuition.
Venus’s present to me was also...
#marriage
#romantic
#technology #scifi
#technology #scifi
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Heart_of_Stone
Poem Published
16th Nov 2021 6:36pm
16th Nov 2021 6:36pm
The Altar of Greed
A marriage of convenience
a mail order bride
slavery for one
a marble statue for the other
He bought beauty
along with a human being
she wanted money, a way out
and killed to be free
He deserved to die
she deserves her prison
sacrifices to the altar of greed
have been paid in full
with 10% the devil's due
a mail order bride
slavery for one
a marble statue for the other
He bought beauty
along with a human being
she wanted money, a way out
and killed to be free
He deserved to die
she deserves her prison
sacrifices to the altar of greed
have been paid in full
with 10% the devil's due
#marriage
#lies
#greed #deception
#greed #deception
318 reads
5 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
15th Nov 2021 11:42am
15th Nov 2021 11:42am
happy ending?
A happy ending?
A camel and a dog
Tired of performing
Every night
At a circus.
Escaped.
The camel walked
On top of it
Sat the dog
guiding the camel.
They found the valley
Seen on a map
In the window
Of a book shop.
They lived happily
Till the died.
The dog´s tongue
Stung by a bee
Could not swallow.
The camel died too
When the water
In the lake
Got brackish.
A camel and a dog
Tired of performing
Every night
At a circus.
Escaped.
The camel walked
On top of it
Sat the dog
guiding the camel.
They found the valley
Seen on a map
In the window
Of a book shop.
They lived happily
Till the died.
The dog´s tongue
Stung by a bee
Could not swallow.
The camel died too
When the water
In the lake
Got brackish.
#birth
#marriage
#birthday #pregnancy
#birthday #pregnancy
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oskar
Poem Published
10th Nov 2021 9:38am
10th Nov 2021 9:38am
farming words
Agricultural words
I was writing words strung together
trying to stack them together and make a little story
not a poem that I don´t care to write
when the electricity took a break.
Not that I minded living inland this happens.
I had a killer ending and wouldn´t let the flame of inspiration die out.
Five hours later, the light came on; I sat too long
in the darkness, the killer ending forgotten.
As I said, I´m not a poet, a worker in the field of words
sowing and weeding, hoping for a good crop.
A farm-hand of words, I do my job and...
I was writing words strung together
trying to stack them together and make a little story
not a poem that I don´t care to write
when the electricity took a break.
Not that I minded living inland this happens.
I had a killer ending and wouldn´t let the flame of inspiration die out.
Five hours later, the light came on; I sat too long
in the darkness, the killer ending forgotten.
As I said, I´m not a poet, a worker in the field of words
sowing and weeding, hoping for a good crop.
A farm-hand of words, I do my job and...
#marriage
#aging
#nostalgia #pregnancy
#nostalgia #pregnancy
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Mohdhaiki
Haiki
Haiki
Poem Published
5th Nov 2021 3:32am
5th Nov 2021 3:32am
The worshiper’s journey
Entangled he was within his own madness
raveled inside his unease of mind
seeking fruit off of all the dead branches
none of the trees were so very kind
He dwelt wherever light was absent
loathing all that speaks of sunshine
a life with no regards for advancement
slowly declining but pretending he’s fine
A spark is cast betwixt all the faces
ever since, his eyes are rejecting to move
A cynosure, wherever she goes he traces
swiftly he was within the goddess’ grove
Thereafter he was, enamored with her
at last...
raveled inside his unease of mind
seeking fruit off of all the dead branches
none of the trees were so very kind
He dwelt wherever light was absent
loathing all that speaks of sunshine
a life with no regards for advancement
slowly declining but pretending he’s fine
A spark is cast betwixt all the faces
ever since, his eyes are rejecting to move
A cynosure, wherever she goes he traces
swiftly he was within the goddess’ grove
Thereafter he was, enamored with her
at last...
#love
#relationships
#marriage
274 reads
1 Comment
Shinobi
Poem Published
30th Oct 2021 3:15am
30th Oct 2021 3:15am
The Corpse Bride
shriek of a violet
as the sunset cracks violently
cascading light dances
on her tomb...
she slips from her casket
her dress tattered and worn
empty eyes, tear soaked veil
where a scorch of scarlet
draws the smell rare earth,
and blood drenched after birth
she swam to deep into
the lake of Muertos
her fury is volcanic
bosom bleeds, from a frilly bodice
as her scorpion tongue,
leaves it's poisonous sting
He waits like an Irish wolfhound
scrapping...
as the sunset cracks violently
cascading light dances
on her tomb...
she slips from her casket
her dress tattered and worn
empty eyes, tear soaked veil
where a scorch of scarlet
draws the smell rare earth,
and blood drenched after birth
she swam to deep into
the lake of Muertos
her fury is volcanic
bosom bleeds, from a frilly bodice
as her scorpion tongue,
leaves it's poisonous sting
He waits like an Irish wolfhound
scrapping...
#dark
#marriage
#death
#vampires
#nightmares
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