Long Non-Fiction Prose
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Non-poetic writing including diary extracts, journal entries, letters, essays and art
Long poems (300 words or more), most recently posted poems first.
PenelopeM
Poem Published
31st Oct 2024 11:36am
31st Oct 2024 11:36am
Hat Man
He spends his time lurking in dark shadows of corner closets.
His hat wide brimmed in felt, his cloak always covering his body.
Few, or maybe many have seen him through out the ages.
Gripping hearts with fear, his silent presence intimidating.
I remember one night, at a tent revival, the preacher talking to him after service, he told a few in the congregation the next night that the man didn't have a face. I seen him, well only his backside anyways, I was about 5 years old, as the preacher was talking to him just at the edges of the arena,...
His hat wide brimmed in felt, his cloak always covering his body.
Few, or maybe many have seen him through out the ages.
Gripping hearts with fear, his silent presence intimidating.
I remember one night, at a tent revival, the preacher talking to him after service, he told a few in the congregation the next night that the man didn't have a face. I seen him, well only his backside anyways, I was about 5 years old, as the preacher was talking to him just at the edges of the arena,...
#courage
#hope
#love #redemption
#love #redemption
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BaldyBrown
Poem Published
25th Oct 2024 8:19am
25th Oct 2024 8:19am
Might as Well Try
From the other direction she was calling my eye
It could be an illusion but I might as well try
From Scarlet Begonias, Grateful Dead
“There’s something about this place”, I said to Gisele, shortly after settling into our table. It’s not the menu, and certainly not it’s prices, it’s just the vibe. Indeed, Lay Logum is a unique little venue by the sea, intermingling restaurant fare with Plein-Air painting sessions. We we're there just for dinner… or at least that’s how I entered.
One thing that impresses discriminating clientele is their wait staff. They all...
It could be an illusion but I might as well try
From Scarlet Begonias, Grateful Dead
“There’s something about this place”, I said to Gisele, shortly after settling into our table. It’s not the menu, and certainly not it’s prices, it’s just the vibe. Indeed, Lay Logum is a unique little venue by the sea, intermingling restaurant fare with Plein-Air painting sessions. We we're there just for dinner… or at least that’s how I entered.
One thing that impresses discriminating clientele is their wait staff. They all...
#beauty
#seductive
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BaldyBrown
Poem Published
24th Oct 2024 6:25am
24th Oct 2024 6:25am
Seeds
The bee and the flower, how could either know
that because of their little dance the world lives?
Writing words is like waxing one’s carrot, to borrow from a colorful George Carlin metaphor. One sees something and it sets off a spark in the loins. What are words on a page but the end result of the same spark? and what is a sperm cell that is produced without first being a very pleasant hit of dopamine .
This is our process, displayed through a billion variations on the same life-giving theme and force.
But for every word written in this single suspended...
that because of their little dance the world lives?
Writing words is like waxing one’s carrot, to borrow from a colorful George Carlin metaphor. One sees something and it sets off a spark in the loins. What are words on a page but the end result of the same spark? and what is a sperm cell that is produced without first being a very pleasant hit of dopamine .
This is our process, displayed through a billion variations on the same life-giving theme and force.
But for every word written in this single suspended...
#philosophical
#prose
#StreamOfConsciousness #symbolism
#StreamOfConsciousness #symbolism
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BaldyBrown
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2024 8:19am
23rd Oct 2024 8:19am
Field Notes on Silence - The Door with No Knob
Writing, as with life, is more about listening than writing.
Indeed, “listen” and “silent” are spelled with the same letters
Early February 2024
I recently spent four days in a Thai hospital, receiving excellent care in a private room. I had total control so I closed the curtains, turned off the lights and left the damn TV off the whole time. I tell you, walking away from that little silent retreat felt like the last time I visited my sister in Montana. God, I can’t even remember when that was. People fear silence perhaps now more than since the dawn of...
Indeed, “listen” and “silent” are spelled with the same letters
Early February 2024
I recently spent four days in a Thai hospital, receiving excellent care in a private room. I had total control so I closed the curtains, turned off the lights and left the damn TV off the whole time. I tell you, walking away from that little silent retreat felt like the last time I visited my sister in Montana. God, I can’t even remember when that was. People fear silence perhaps now more than since the dawn of...
#identity
#LifeAsAWriter
#SelfDiscovery
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KendalM
Poem Published
21st Oct 2024 5:51pm
21st Oct 2024 5:51pm
Processing
As I have previously written, my mother growing up was hard to live with, and that's putting it nicely. I never felt good enough, but now, she's back...the mother that I had up until I was about five, before she turned into a hard women.
As she lay there curled up on the sofa, her ice water with the straw clanking against the metal thermos sides as she stirred the half melted chunks around it's perimeter, all got quiet as she out of no where says, Sis...I need to tell you a few things.
As the lump in my throat seemed as if it was starting to block my airway, I mumbled ok, but wasn't...
As she lay there curled up on the sofa, her ice water with the straw clanking against the metal thermos sides as she stirred the half melted chunks around it's perimeter, all got quiet as she out of no where says, Sis...I need to tell you a few things.
As the lump in my throat seemed as if it was starting to block my airway, I mumbled ok, but wasn't...
#emotions
#forgiveness
#strength #TimeHeals
#strength #TimeHeals
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
15th Oct 2024 11:01am
15th Oct 2024 11:01am
Dear Jesus...
Dear Jesus,
Do I have anything to give to you? I want to know you because I relate to you. Maybe even more than I could ever imagine. I have these stories, Lord that I know will inspire many. My cry out for more in a world that gave me less and less.
Lord, I want all my skeptic friends To know you. No not just spout a few words but things that go beyond the words. But the heart! The heart, Lord! And my skeptical YouTubers I love like Matt Dillahunty and Amazing Atheist to go to Heaven.
My theory Is that those who were given so little and wanted more will...
Do I have anything to give to you? I want to know you because I relate to you. Maybe even more than I could ever imagine. I have these stories, Lord that I know will inspire many. My cry out for more in a world that gave me less and less.
Lord, I want all my skeptic friends To know you. No not just spout a few words but things that go beyond the words. But the heart! The heart, Lord! And my skeptical YouTubers I love like Matt Dillahunty and Amazing Atheist to go to Heaven.
My theory Is that those who were given so little and wanted more will...
#Christian
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3 Comments
KendalM
Poem Published
14th Oct 2024 1:22pm
14th Oct 2024 1:22pm
But Are You Listening?
Observing the Red bird against the white of winter snow, his plump body perched upon a delapitated stone chimney where he sings, inviting the rare wonderer to please come in and hear a story.
When you say everything looks the same, I smile and softly disagree, follow me and I shall show you...
An old oak door that hangs by a single rusted hinge, the smell of old must rises as I slowly push it open, the aged wood lingers, entrapped in the bitter cold in my nose, as I carefully choose what beams to step across.
Stray snowflakes float through broken windows, where...
When you say everything looks the same, I smile and softly disagree, follow me and I shall show you...
An old oak door that hangs by a single rusted hinge, the smell of old must rises as I slowly push it open, the aged wood lingers, entrapped in the bitter cold in my nose, as I carefully choose what beams to step across.
Stray snowflakes float through broken windows, where...
#hope
#love
#strength
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DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
14th Oct 2024 7:30am
14th Oct 2024 7:30am
Backstage (Black Sabbath)
Welcome Backstage, I’m Damian DeadLove. Tonights band has a very interesting story on writing a song that far exceeded expectations of what it’s initial purpose was. I’m talking about Britain’s own, Black Sabbath.
Often credited as one of the forefathers of Heavy Metal along with Led Zeppelin. They’ve inspired many a metal band. The group formed in 1968, once going by the name, Earth. I think they made the right choice changing the name.
The original lineup consisted of: Ozzy Osbourne - Vocals, Tony Iommi - Guitar, Geezer Butler - Bass, and Bill Ward...
Often credited as one of the forefathers of Heavy Metal along with Led Zeppelin. They’ve inspired many a metal band. The group formed in 1968, once going by the name, Earth. I think they made the right choice changing the name.
The original lineup consisted of: Ozzy Osbourne - Vocals, Tony Iommi - Guitar, Geezer Butler - Bass, and Bill Ward...
#music
154 reads
24 Comments
DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
11th Oct 2024 4:38pm
11th Oct 2024 4:38pm
Shadow of my Past Memoir Part 2
#ForbiddenLove
65 reads
2 Comments
Lowko
Jimi Tatz
Jimi Tatz
Poem Published
9th Oct 2024 9:35am
9th Oct 2024 9:35am
Plane 2 Spain
Alright, geez, let me give ya the squeez,
'Bout James Rocco, who had his fees,
In Hazza West, down at Wacko’s place,
Where the drugs flowed free, it was quite a disgrace.
With cider in hand and the parties ablaze,
The nights were a blur, lost in the haze,
"Oi, Rocco!" they'd shout, "Another round, mate!"
And his liver cried mercy. It wasn’t so great.
GT levels were sky-high at 178,
Yet Rocco would laugh, "It’s me usual state!"
Friends all around, in houses and streets,
Drug use was...
'Bout James Rocco, who had his fees,
In Hazza West, down at Wacko’s place,
Where the drugs flowed free, it was quite a disgrace.
With cider in hand and the parties ablaze,
The nights were a blur, lost in the haze,
"Oi, Rocco!" they'd shout, "Another round, mate!"
And his liver cried mercy. It wasn’t so great.
GT levels were sky-high at 178,
Yet Rocco would laugh, "It’s me usual state!"
Friends all around, in houses and streets,
Drug use was...
#drugs
#freedom
#marijuana
#passion
#travel
110 reads
0 Comments
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
6th Oct 2024 11:32pm
6th Oct 2024 11:32pm
The Women Before Me - Journal entry
October 6, 2024
My daughter is away in the care of her father. I couldn't sleep last night and started thinking about the women who’ve come before me, those whose blood courses through my veins, and whose stories are etched into my life.
Great-grandmother Norma Jean Moore, a woman of the '40s, lived through a time of profound change. Born into the echoes of the Great Depression, she was a child when the world was at war. I often wonder about her passions, hidden beneath the surface of a society that demanded so much resilience. What was it like to fall in love...
My daughter is away in the care of her father. I couldn't sleep last night and started thinking about the women who’ve come before me, those whose blood courses through my veins, and whose stories are etched into my life.
Great-grandmother Norma Jean Moore, a woman of the '40s, lived through a time of profound change. Born into the echoes of the Great Depression, she was a child when the world was at war. I often wonder about her passions, hidden beneath the surface of a society that demanded so much resilience. What was it like to fall in love...
#family
#historical
#love #SelfReflection
#love #SelfReflection
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