Fictional Prose by Members Last Online
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Short stories and chapters from books and novels
Poems published by members most recently online.
TheOralizer
Poem Published
10th Jan 2021 1:49am
10th Jan 2021 1:49am
IT MIGHT BE UNDER YOUR NOSE
I love and use a story I heard
years ago, the source I do not
know or the author.
It had been a beautiful and fun
day, the annual family reunion.
After the crowd had left for home;
a couple of families were staying
overnight with grandpa and grandma.
Grandpa had retired to the bedroom
to escape cleanup duties and take a nap.
Two grandsons with an eye
for mischievousness slipped some
Limburger cheese and went into grandpa's
bedroom and spread some in his mustache ;
soon grandpa aroused with a few curse
words...
years ago, the source I do not
know or the author.
It had been a beautiful and fun
day, the annual family reunion.
After the crowd had left for home;
a couple of families were staying
overnight with grandpa and grandma.
Grandpa had retired to the bedroom
to escape cleanup duties and take a nap.
Two grandsons with an eye
for mischievousness slipped some
Limburger cheese and went into grandpa's
bedroom and spread some in his mustache ;
soon grandpa aroused with a few curse
words...
#anger
#frustration
#confusion
#disappointment
#denial
340 reads
2 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
27th Jul 2022 6:49pm
27th Jul 2022 6:49pm
A Letter from The Toff
The mind is as an alchemist's mixing chamber; rude elements in but pure gold out, that is, assuming the functioning of the apparatus is not befouled somehow. For example, there is an all hours club where I have many times witnessed the unsavory behavior of young adults suffering neurologically from the overconsumption of unwholesome products.
The side effects are too numerous to list without producing the unwarranted temptation of a yawn, but I skip to the worst of the matter by reporting the diminishment of good taste in refined and rarefied aesthetics.
And so struck...
The side effects are too numerous to list without producing the unwarranted temptation of a yawn, but I skip to the worst of the matter by reporting the diminishment of good taste in refined and rarefied aesthetics.
And so struck...
#identity
#fiction
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REMARKABLE_8
RichyRich
RichyRich
Poem Published
30th Aug 2022 00:49am
30th Aug 2022 00:49am
The art of the craft
In the quest to unraveling, an revealing the understanding of the unknown, venturing into the realms of the forgotten knowledge and ancient wisdom of old, heading down paths so cold in different directions, with no warmth or any heat to help comfort the soul, yet we persevere forward in pursuit of power and control, some sort of reassurance or even a strong hold, over the art of the craft, performances, pictures, artwork, books, films, even stories have been told, yet even within science and math all done seeking to acquire to master the art of the craft.
...
...
#fall
#spring
#morning
#night
#dawn
283 reads
8 Comments
poeticdelight
Poem Published
23rd Sep 2023 7:22pm
23rd Sep 2023 7:22pm
Fairy of the virgin forest
The Virgin Forest And the Wise Mind
When Summer waves, i come into the sun, embrace her shine; and live within her blazing heat.When Summer comes, i open my hands wide to gather of the heat inside of me, and leave the cold to the next time to winter freeze.
It is a hush in the wild bush, as i come here every morning. Here is my shrine, my solace.Here is the place, i worship my own God, in my own ways, with my own quill; from the deep of my heart i can sense his omnipresence, feel his breath in every creature i see, even in the venomous snakes that slither into their holes,...
When Summer waves, i come into the sun, embrace her shine; and live within her blazing heat.When Summer comes, i open my hands wide to gather of the heat inside of me, and leave the cold to the next time to winter freeze.
It is a hush in the wild bush, as i come here every morning. Here is my shrine, my solace.Here is the place, i worship my own God, in my own ways, with my own quill; from the deep of my heart i can sense his omnipresence, feel his breath in every creature i see, even in the venomous snakes that slither into their holes,...
#luck
#scifi
31 reads
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Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
15th Mar 2018 7:10pm
15th Mar 2018 7:10pm
DRIVE-IN
The whole town is abuzz. Excited for the grand opening of the Monty Drive-in Cinema off Highway 7. Having just started my Freshman year of college and new in town, I decide to go to a movie alone wanting to see first-hand what is the big deal about this new theater.
I hop into my brand new, green ‘53 Ford Customline, a high school graduation gift from my parents, and head to the drive-in, 2 hours early to insure that I get a good parking spot. After buying my ticket at the booth I choose a spot on the second row, space #23 as identified by a plaque attached to a steel pole,...
I hop into my brand new, green ‘53 Ford Customline, a high school graduation gift from my parents, and head to the drive-in, 2 hours early to insure that I get a good parking spot. After buying my ticket at the booth I choose a spot on the second row, space #23 as identified by a plaque attached to a steel pole,...
#happiness
#love
#relationships
#marriage
#FallingInLove
1035 reads
16 Comments
deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
25th Feb 2023 10:46am
25th Feb 2023 10:46am
The Sentence
Some believe the suffering for a particularly heinous crime should be sentenced to include the cessation of that person's greatest passion in life. In making that passion cease to exist - you are sentencing the person to real living madness, the deliverance of a deserving punishment. Although who is to really judge what qualifies as heinous, not knowing the intricacies of a whole lifetime that may have led up to that moment.
A poet was sentenced to life imprisonment in a gray cell with a small lone window, low enough for a single view. Trapped inside of a gray cell, any puny view...
A poet was sentenced to life imprisonment in a gray cell with a small lone window, low enough for a single view. Trapped inside of a gray cell, any puny view...
#dark
142 reads
9 Comments
beanbandit
Poem Published
27th Feb 2019 2:33am
27th Feb 2019 2:33am
Existential
The three plastic disposable water cups that had suctioned themselves to the fourth cup, believing that they had been cheated in the great cosmic deal of the cards, fell to the floor rather gracefully.
“Holy Sip!” exclaimed the drinking cup in a sound frequency that only other plastic drinking cups and a few spoons from certain unnamed brands could register. The sudden and brutal sight of his fellow sleevemates falling to their demise caused him to come to a sudden epiphany of peacefulness in the fact that he was but a vessel.
None of this was observed by the hand, who...
“Holy Sip!” exclaimed the drinking cup in a sound frequency that only other plastic drinking cups and a few spoons from certain unnamed brands could register. The sudden and brutal sight of his fellow sleevemates falling to their demise caused him to come to a sudden epiphany of peacefulness in the fact that he was but a vessel.
None of this was observed by the hand, who...
#identity
359 reads
2 Comments
Abracadabra
Poem Published
6th Mar 2010 6:26am
6th Mar 2010 6:26am
Time to Heal
Tumbling out of the railroad car, I managed to keep my feet, but as I hit the dirt I heard a crack. There was not much pain to begin with until I tried out my first steps, then everything went hazy. I felt my left leg buckle and there were stars whirling inside my eyes.
It was three miles to the nearest town, it would be dark in an hour and with no more whiskey to ease the pain, I knew I was in trouble.
This was sure some luck busting a leg in the middle of nowhere and when you're down to your last five bucks to boot, the world appears poorer than left over grits.
There was...
It was three miles to the nearest town, it would be dark in an hour and with no more whiskey to ease the pain, I knew I was in trouble.
This was sure some luck busting a leg in the middle of nowhere and when you're down to your last five bucks to boot, the world appears poorer than left over grits.
There was...
876 reads
2 Comments
rubyredheart
Poem Published
14th Jun 2022 9:28pm
14th Jun 2022 9:28pm
Eve’s thoughts on fruit, serpents, Eden’s garden and swords on fire
I’d eat the fruit again! Plain & simple—THAT was heaven. Sweet, striking all the senses with perfect beauty, firmness, softness, ripe and dripping, smooth and rippled, tingling, teasing, satiating… the serpent was kind, gentle, caring, speaking truths that grew me, gave me confidence, taught me independence & self-love; gorgeous serpent, why did you disappear when I was banned from that mediocre garden? The Eden gardener seemed to think that self-important rib donor was my soulmate and you the Devil… but you and that fruit divine were worth expulsion—my one regret was the lost life of...
#fiction
279 reads
adagio
Poem Published
4th Aug 2023 6:39pm
4th Aug 2023 6:39pm
Who Is Holding The String
What sets me off are effing scabs that fester, picking resin from their nose to play their splintered violins as if Mantovani were their audience. But, who is holding the string? Choking in their bottle's anxiety a shadow of bereavement suffering the bird of twilight gnawing at the cuttlebone beguiling the grave's picket fence. Knitting a narcissistic bellwether to lead the hungering herd without a clue, jumping through hoops just to get a piece of the falling sky. Hubris leaves a nasty taste of arrogance and swarming locusts. Choking in their bottles anxiety oaring on the River Styx. But,...
#greed
#emptiness
#culture
113 reads
2 Comments
Nilknarfar
Poem Published
19th Nov 2022 9:52pm
19th Nov 2022 9:52pm
The Coffee Shop
He shouldnt be here. This is stalking. But He decided enough time had passed. And she would never expect to see him like this. So he began to track her, figuring he’d catch her scent in the market. Even a goddess needs to eat.
He’s surrounded by domesticated animals in high heels who have no idea something feral lurks among them. He’s picked more than a few of them out of his teeth before, but easy prey provides little thrill. He’s here for big game.
Hiding in plain sight is remarkably effective, but one always has a sense of feeling exposed. It’s as if people...
He’s surrounded by domesticated animals in high heels who have no idea something feral lurks among them. He’s picked more than a few of them out of his teeth before, but easy prey provides little thrill. He’s here for big game.
Hiding in plain sight is remarkably effective, but one always has a sense of feeling exposed. It’s as if people...
#secrets
#escape
#manipulation
226 reads
1 Comment
AverageJoe
Poem Published
15th Sep 2019 2:35pm
15th Sep 2019 2:35pm
The Touch
My hands are rough and calloused not soft, the same as my language. It is not given to me to speak soft words, which while sweet, are soon forgotten. Besides, “I love you” and “You’re beautiful” I should soon be lost and adrift in my sea of ignorance of pretty words.
So what has brought us to this?
Was it that moment you caught me looking too long before speaking or that almost imperceptible measuring look that found something more than just good and decent…leading to a different smile than I’d seen before as you gazed steadily into my eyes?
Why do we try to...
So what has brought us to this?
Was it that moment you caught me looking too long before speaking or that almost imperceptible measuring look that found something more than just good and decent…leading to a different smile than I’d seen before as you gazed steadily into my eyes?
Why do we try to...
#love
#relationships
#dreams
#fate
#passion
559 reads
4 Comments
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