Recent Fictional Prose by Members Last Online
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Short stories and chapters from books and novels - Published by DU Poetry members most recently online.
RevolutionAL
Poem Published
17th Apr 2018 4:26am
17th Apr 2018 4:26am
Oh Dear Professor Wiggens
Gears, cogs and bearings were grinding;
all attempts at lubrication had been in vain
The large handle on the bright copper urn
was vibrating like an unbalanced propeller
Professor Wiggens sighed, wiped the persperation from his brow
with an old grey hanky-chief
[which may have been white, fifteen or
twenty years ago]
Then he yelled "Bring me a strong black
Americano, Mr Barrister!"
kicking that urn with a resounding "gong"
which echoed through the factory like a ...
all attempts at lubrication had been in vain
The large handle on the bright copper urn
was vibrating like an unbalanced propeller
Professor Wiggens sighed, wiped the persperation from his brow
with an old grey hanky-chief
[which may have been white, fifteen or
twenty years ago]
Then he yelled "Bring me a strong black
Americano, Mr Barrister!"
kicking that urn with a resounding "gong"
which echoed through the factory like a ...
#NaPoWriMo2018
#WritingPoetry
#steampunk
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Northern1
Poem Published
7th May 2016 7:54pm
7th May 2016 7:54pm
Tea And Biscuits With An Alien
Rudy is an alien. For the lack of a better description lets call him a grey.
We had a chat about philosophy, ethics, social engineering and genetic restructuring
one evening over a cup of tea and biscuits.
Me: Funny you should show up, i've been thinking about you guys, about what makes you tick.
Rudy: Yeah, we know, your questions are becoming more relevant, we are glad.
Me: Well, i'm glad you´re glad, now we can all be glad together.
Rudy: (sips tea) I sense hostility. Control yourself human, it´s worth it.
Your anxiety is typical, you...
We had a chat about philosophy, ethics, social engineering and genetic restructuring
one evening over a cup of tea and biscuits.
Me: Funny you should show up, i've been thinking about you guys, about what makes you tick.
Rudy: Yeah, we know, your questions are becoming more relevant, we are glad.
Me: Well, i'm glad you´re glad, now we can all be glad together.
Rudy: (sips tea) I sense hostility. Control yourself human, it´s worth it.
Your anxiety is typical, you...
341 reads
5 Comments
AEMelia564
Y
Y
Poem Published
10th May 2018 11:25am
10th May 2018 11:25am
Ramblings of a river and a day
Epic breath
Beyond molecular journey
Pierced refrained fractures
Saturated fountain
Opens
Through spring rain
All spirals attuned against my window
She stands in the faintest of Light
Gowned in plum blossoms
Ascending green awareness
Ignites hibiscus heart
Whispering her scent
Draping Her cosmic cloak
Around my ink
Pirouetting
Orbs
Till
Night
Cusp
Beyond molecular journey
Pierced refrained fractures
Saturated fountain
Opens
Through spring rain
All spirals attuned against my window
She stands in the faintest of Light
Gowned in plum blossoms
Ascending green awareness
Ignites hibiscus heart
Whispering her scent
Draping Her cosmic cloak
Around my ink
Pirouetting
Orbs
Till
Night
Cusp
#earth
#universe
71 reads
8 Comments
poetryaccident
Poem Published
1st Apr 2017 3:56pm
1st Apr 2017 3:56pm
2018 Senior Men’s Underwear Calendar and Art Book
It’s that time of year again! SMU Inc has begun work on their 2018 Senior Men’s Underwear Calendar and Art Book. I am promoting this because I have both modeled for past projects and acted as staff photographer. These have included the original 2016 “Senior Forward” that focused on a modern view of underwear and the 2017 “Back to the Forward”, a historical view at undergarments. These were equal parts beef cake, boudoir, and positive body image for the senior man. The trailblazing publications have been celebrated by multiple industry awards, including Best New Indy Calendar and Men’s...
254 reads
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Kexby
Poem Published
6th Sep 2015 1:24pm
6th Sep 2015 1:24pm
Holiday 2006
Holiday 2006
I spent a very pleasant holiday by the sea; however it was at the height of the bird flu scare and everyone was nervous about an epidemic. At the time I had a chest infection and on anti-biotics, it did not spoil my holiday, but the landlady of the small hotel carelessly wondered to a resident that Brian had caught bird flu'( she knew my forename as I had had breakfast some years previously and for some reason she remembered me; at one time she worked for MI5, hence her memory, a CCTV in the Bridal Sweet was a give-away; she wanted to give me this in lieu of a...
I spent a very pleasant holiday by the sea; however it was at the height of the bird flu scare and everyone was nervous about an epidemic. At the time I had a chest infection and on anti-biotics, it did not spoil my holiday, but the landlady of the small hotel carelessly wondered to a resident that Brian had caught bird flu'( she knew my forename as I had had breakfast some years previously and for some reason she remembered me; at one time she worked for MI5, hence her memory, a CCTV in the Bridal Sweet was a give-away; she wanted to give me this in lieu of a...
321 reads
4 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
29th Apr 2018 5:53pm
29th Apr 2018 5:53pm
Gossip ‘Cross the Table
(With a smattering of Alphabetic Alliterations)
THE BARNSTABLE STOCK & TRADE
(Founded circa: 1822) $1.25 US, $1.62 CAN/ a copy.
Circulation: 8,703. Add 12 more if you count the cardboard settlement on the river bottom under the 4th Street bridge.
Today’s forecast was set for hot. This evening will be less hot. There’ll be a quarter moon on the wane. Tomorrow’s first light will be at 5:32AM.
Bringing you the latest in our daily evening special edition.
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = ...
THE BARNSTABLE STOCK & TRADE
(Founded circa: 1822) $1.25 US, $1.62 CAN/ a copy.
Circulation: 8,703. Add 12 more if you count the cardboard settlement on the river bottom under the 4th Street bridge.
Today’s forecast was set for hot. This evening will be less hot. There’ll be a quarter moon on the wane. Tomorrow’s first light will be at 5:32AM.
Bringing you the latest in our daily evening special edition.
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = ...
#family
#friendship
#countryside
#NaPoWriMo2018
#support
119 reads
17 Comments
LobodeSanPedro
Poem Published
1st Nov 2015 3:34am
1st Nov 2015 3:34am
Monsoons
Monsoons
Father and mother called me into the kitchen after I had finished my work in arithmetic, not the daily assignment of my teacher, Master Yen; but rather the thirty extra problems father had composed for me. As he always did.
These "discussions" as father called them weren't discussions at all. He talked and I listened as a dutiful daughter should.
When it was something he was proud of, he'd kiss my bowed head at the end of it all. A star for his "Firefly".
If it was something that brought shame unto our house, or our family name,...
Father and mother called me into the kitchen after I had finished my work in arithmetic, not the daily assignment of my teacher, Master Yen; but rather the thirty extra problems father had composed for me. As he always did.
These "discussions" as father called them weren't discussions at all. He talked and I listened as a dutiful daughter should.
When it was something he was proud of, he'd kiss my bowed head at the end of it all. A star for his "Firefly".
If it was something that brought shame unto our house, or our family name,...
461 reads
19 Comments
Poetikmind
_---_
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Poem Published
23rd Nov 2017 4:27pm
23rd Nov 2017 4:27pm
Turkey Tale, A cut above...
It was a cold November morning
and Malcolm, just like clockwork found himself watching that clock once more. He was overwrought with grief from the horror he was all to used to having to endure.
Since earlier in the year he had planned for and wanted no part of this particular 'event.'
Malcolm, with an assist from a few of those 'in the know' was
refusing to go where them, before him went. But it was incumbant that he stick closely
to the plan. Too much was riding on him and the safety of all who
were to follow in his footsteps were at hand.
...
and Malcolm, just like clockwork found himself watching that clock once more. He was overwrought with grief from the horror he was all to used to having to endure.
Since earlier in the year he had planned for and wanted no part of this particular 'event.'
Malcolm, with an assist from a few of those 'in the know' was
refusing to go where them, before him went. But it was incumbant that he stick closely
to the plan. Too much was riding on him and the safety of all who
were to follow in his footsteps were at hand.
...
132 reads
8 Comments
jenny_is_hungry
Poem Published
30th Jul 2016 11:59am
30th Jul 2016 11:59am
Love and Cancer
Now in this lonely room
Which held such moments in history
Embedded not in my mind or in my heart
But in the very walls that now bleed yellow
No longer pure and young
Ready to take on the arbitrary lives of those who ignore it's beauty
It is now, in this wasted space
That I see how we ended up in our state
Comfort grew to stagnant lies
Of which only I believed
I take this journey now
Alone as every person in existence
Treading into waters deemed unsafe
Monsters lurking in the distance
And hiding behind small rocks as if to mock me...
Which held such moments in history
Embedded not in my mind or in my heart
But in the very walls that now bleed yellow
No longer pure and young
Ready to take on the arbitrary lives of those who ignore it's beauty
It is now, in this wasted space
That I see how we ended up in our state
Comfort grew to stagnant lies
Of which only I believed
I take this journey now
Alone as every person in existence
Treading into waters deemed unsafe
Monsters lurking in the distance
And hiding behind small rocks as if to mock me...
245 reads
3 Comments
archetype23
Poem Published
18th Apr 2018 10:31pm
18th Apr 2018 10:31pm
IRRELEVANT INTERVIEW
April 18
#18
IRRELEVANT INTERVIEW
* "So what drew you to seek employment at our particular establishment?"
---- "I need a job."
* "I see, And do you have any experience in the job you are applying for?"
---- "I will if you hire me."
* "What do you feel that you can bring to our company?"
---- "Work."
* "I see, so, what makes you feel that you are qualified for this position?"
---- "Well, my third grade teacher, miss Bean, told me that I could do anything that I set my mind upon, and I believe her words to be...
#18
IRRELEVANT INTERVIEW
* "So what drew you to seek employment at our particular establishment?"
---- "I need a job."
* "I see, And do you have any experience in the job you are applying for?"
---- "I will if you hire me."
* "What do you feel that you can bring to our company?"
---- "Work."
* "I see, so, what makes you feel that you are qualified for this position?"
---- "Well, my third grade teacher, miss Bean, told me that I could do anything that I set my mind upon, and I believe her words to be...
#corruption
#LifeStruggles
#homelessness
60 reads
5 Comments
kitsykat
Kits
Kits
Poem Published
5th Mar 2014 8:00pm
5th Mar 2014 8:00pm
Lost in Transit...
She doesn't have follow one single train of thought in her mind, in fact she doesn't have a clue where she’s going sometimes, but she does have doors in her head, closed dusty old doors, guarded by armies of vicious vocabulary and when anyone ever got close in the past they would fire damning nasty spiteful words, always their aim to stop, if not maim any intruders. She stung people with the simplest of comments and strangely gained enjoyment from this, but it was mostly brought about by fear that someone was getting too close, that they were trying to sneak past her in some way to help...
422 reads
4 Comments
Blackwolf
Poem Published
19th May 2018 8:32pm
19th May 2018 8:32pm
And You Think You Are Having A Bad Day ? ( A Small Town Story )
Outside of a small town , lived a man named Joe...
now Joe had a small place , not a lot of room ,
with the house and gardens taking up all room ,
right up to the road...but that road was a dirt road
and during the winter it got soft and Joe got stuck
in the mud more than once ;
So Joe decided to do something about it ;
He found some old hay for giveaway , but he had to take the whole huge pile ;
So he asked the neighbor Jim Bob , if he could borrow his huge truck , to do the job...
now Joe had a small place , not a lot of room ,
with the house and gardens taking up all room ,
right up to the road...but that road was a dirt road
and during the winter it got soft and Joe got stuck
in the mud more than once ;
So Joe decided to do something about it ;
He found some old hay for giveaway , but he had to take the whole huge pile ;
So he asked the neighbor Jim Bob , if he could borrow his huge truck , to do the job...
#anxiety
#dark
#conflict
#humankind
#confusion
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13 Comments
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