Submissions by Conley (Mister)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Hi! My name is Mister Conley. What's yours?
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
16th Jul 2014 5:41pm
16th Jul 2014 5:41pm
Sensations Within Each Tiny Eternity - part 9 of passage 3 from section 2 vs 1 of chapter 7
Her Shade Tolls
sound is the color of word, ocean air, broach, embark, tawny bleach fade, dirt clouds scud deep within the rotating rock, her name is Brisance Of Detonated Horizons, her name is Frail Stone Mountain, a rod runs from the tail bone of a promising nascent rose to the last rise of hill, a thick iron sword cutting stride, lain in the field, the gait of many rodents, each one exactly the same, they make up the same enormous horse, identical identity gathered, a fleshy field of animate rising from the inanimate, one leathery century nobody can ride, the recalcitrant beast, the...
sound is the color of word, ocean air, broach, embark, tawny bleach fade, dirt clouds scud deep within the rotating rock, her name is Brisance Of Detonated Horizons, her name is Frail Stone Mountain, a rod runs from the tail bone of a promising nascent rose to the last rise of hill, a thick iron sword cutting stride, lain in the field, the gait of many rodents, each one exactly the same, they make up the same enormous horse, identical identity gathered, a fleshy field of animate rising from the inanimate, one leathery century nobody can ride, the recalcitrant beast, the...
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LOVE POEM
Published
27th Jun 2014 6:27am
27th Jun 2014 6:27am
Clear Matter Innocent Of Opacity
She sleeps in my jeans, she sleeps in my cot. She's anchored to the resilient floor shine on the waxed barracks. Her dangerous fluids dry easily with the scald of fire-effluvium utterances sealed in the desk drawer. Sensitive information is kept at bay while commerades light up the night with their tsar bomba concoctions, their reflective white war painted metal, smooth metal, the kind that creates fireballs in the fingertips. Detonated shock wave signals triggered the empty side of the blanket into re-retreat. Novaya Zemyla forged hush upon the spans of rocky ice water, as silent...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th May 2014 2:39am
28th May 2014 2:39am
ferm el cor that can not start
six sestinas written to the wind, in the rain, with chalk
nobody knows the cure for her whimpering
she concludes that she must not write
her lips pursed tightly as she cuts her hand
off
her magnitude dwindles
her heave deflates
that which was thrust is now conquered teem
fire freezes water when she attempts word
the baby was born glaucous
without breath
she needs satisfaction
nothing can sate!
she enjoys frustration of trying
she brags about her crying
she can't talk
her tongue has been usurped
nobody knows the cure for her whimpering
she concludes that she must not write
her lips pursed tightly as she cuts her hand
off
her magnitude dwindles
her heave deflates
that which was thrust is now conquered teem
fire freezes water when she attempts word
the baby was born glaucous
without breath
she needs satisfaction
nothing can sate!
she enjoys frustration of trying
she brags about her crying
she can't talk
her tongue has been usurped
39 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
31st Mar 2014 6:31pm
31st Mar 2014 6:31pm
another ole betsy excerpt
Jet black slithering rows of vertebrae writhe smoothly, lending a sick grace to the serpent frenzy, rows of scales randomly intertwining with other exacting like-rows of slithering perfection, alien entities, yet kin of nature-beast, curling about in a sky of blood, winding beautiful ever changing knots, these riddles of movement choreographed by the lust of the wind of fire that gust in kept-signals, puzzle turns, the language of graceful motion whirls. Limbs crawl over the yellowy orbs, while the thrum of flow dictates smoothly across the gyrating map lines of a greater machine path affixed...
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DARK POEM
Published
31st Mar 2014 6:23pm
31st Mar 2014 6:23pm
ole betsy (an environment of product) excerpt
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SELF POEM
Published
3rd Nov 2013 1:29am
3rd Nov 2013 1:29am
bug on the nose
bug on the nose
pop-hate, the latest hate-trend flea
fruit fly guy with a musty old treat
casa lit with no heat
retreat
entreat the unknown
lose questions find answers
green!
mean presidents
wean precedence
from bottles
how do I see?
20/20 bleary eyed
canine anger penetrates me
growl
snap
seethe!
sleep...
pop-hate, the latest hate-trend flea
fruit fly guy with a musty old treat
casa lit with no heat
retreat
entreat the unknown
lose questions find answers
green!
mean presidents
wean precedence
from bottles
how do I see?
20/20 bleary eyed
canine anger penetrates me
growl
snap
seethe!
sleep...
54 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Oct 2013 3:41pm
29th Oct 2013 3:41pm
pandemic bacterial force
the work virus seems to be concentrated in china, but it isn't strictly endemic to that country, nor was china the source of this disease. if you contract this disease you will be able to eat, provide shelter, and pay taxes. 'sir? would you like a knee operation, or back surgery to go with that tax break'? if you test clean of work you will either be destitute; or you will be filled with vital energy and, suffer from fun-abundance. there is no known cure for work besides wealth. if your blood cells are enriched with wealth, you be diagnosed as work free.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Oct 2013 1:45pm
10th Oct 2013 1:45pm
the biological transformation of Sad Lad Jani
auuuuuuuum harer nama harer nama harer namaiva kevalam auuuuuuuum i am now breathing the life force of the sun towards me and into my aura meh meh meh ra ma ra ma ra ma auuuuuuuum atoh malkut ve gevurah ve gedulah e olam i am the god within the god the goodness of the god the joyful spirit of god i am the son of god once seen always known bagahi laca bachahé lamac cahi achabahé karrelyos ra ma ra ma ra ma khei khei khei auuuuuuuum harer nama harer nama harer namaiva kevalam notos oriens zephyr aquilo spiritus auuuuuuuum spirits of water spirits of fire auuuuuuuum the rhiannon of the birds are...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Oct 2013 1:41pm
10th Oct 2013 1:41pm
what if the sun were a detonator
to nuclear spirituality: and your memories were woven silk across the face of all the innate suffering, unleashed, whispering, unoiled gears crying in the dark. only a splay of white blindness to cut through lost sensation will revive the will of buried oak, or water walls. sifting through the thick on a stormy precipice before an open solar system while you dangle your old rags as a sacrifice to the power eked by will, you tend to see blood bubbles, gushers, and you offer your head by means of axe or adz, you don't mind, you're not there.
life
it is
unfair
happiness...
life
it is
unfair
happiness...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Oct 2013 7:05am
4th Oct 2013 7:05am
sundra vs chandra ------ poems that ain't poetry, prose that ain't prose = RANT
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
24th Aug 2013 9:10am
24th Aug 2013 9:10am
Quirky - a way of life (an ode to swedish clouds)
I get jealous of signs; stop signs, pedestrian signs, bus signs, sign language, astrological signs--they always seem to know what to say. I'm a brief. If I single a moment out; give it blood, flesh, thought, essence... life would be a blink. Instead the is oncoming traffic. Traffic in my face. Trucks, trains, planes, unmarked cars, city officials,. I had a golf cart excised from my eye. The stars have never been the same. It's all pearl dust. I would like one tri. I would like 3 ones. Math slapped the turtle before it transmogrified itself into the ghastly seed you see before you--this...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Jul 2013 2:55pm
26th Jul 2013 2:55pm
Lemon Salt Poems
Lemon Salt
The saddest smile, a joke about death
her lips, fig newton tooth decay kisses
the slammer
the knee slapping rivalry of comrades
amongst the dust of comical war
the man and the whore lie.
Lemon Salt From Jordan.
Can a 17 year old teenager have a brain gap?
Cleaning windows raises the chances of death!
Inhale every breath.
I've eaten lemons and pickles almost every week
I've eaten lemons and pickles almost every week
I've eaten lemons and pickles almost every week
God's little gift to mankind. ...
The saddest smile, a joke about death
her lips, fig newton tooth decay kisses
the slammer
the knee slapping rivalry of comrades
amongst the dust of comical war
the man and the whore lie.
Lemon Salt From Jordan.
Can a 17 year old teenager have a brain gap?
Cleaning windows raises the chances of death!
Inhale every breath.
I've eaten lemons and pickles almost every week
I've eaten lemons and pickles almost every week
I've eaten lemons and pickles almost every week
God's little gift to mankind. ...
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