Submissions by M-E_Ninny-L (michael edward lanier)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm not an intellectual, I don't like notions of superiority. Just an artist who tries to keep things simple, I have to call myself a complex minimalist in today's inpatient world.
Boardwalks
City skirts
Stained with fruity vomit
Differently wearing day to night
Every chunk a scene of not owning what
Is what the thing that's letting go
There is no holding on
For man is not as flammable as a canvas
More fickle than a pen
From plank to plank
Ever the growing whitewashed stains
A midst the growth of dying
So we stroll and sit and laugh and cry
Throw change into the breeze
The temperature can come to a blaze
Held into no handout toward a bank's thirst
The birds don't give a damn about our human metals
Flesh torn for...
Stained with fruity vomit
Differently wearing day to night
Every chunk a scene of not owning what
Is what the thing that's letting go
There is no holding on
For man is not as flammable as a canvas
More fickle than a pen
From plank to plank
Ever the growing whitewashed stains
A midst the growth of dying
So we stroll and sit and laugh and cry
Throw change into the breeze
The temperature can come to a blaze
Held into no handout toward a bank's thirst
The birds don't give a damn about our human metals
Flesh torn for...
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Retreat
I've never failed at holding tears with
the face of a clown
Dancing for quarters without my face worn
sends distress pouring out
Could I go back into the wild
blade held within a crouch
Should I run away once again
for solice of not knowing how
Would I survive more than having no more
another time minimally
There's always jokes and flowers
...
the face of a clown
Dancing for quarters without my face worn
sends distress pouring out
Could I go back into the wild
blade held within a crouch
Should I run away once again
for solice of not knowing how
Would I survive more than having no more
another time minimally
There's always jokes and flowers
...
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It's Not Funny to Have It All With Nothing to Give
there's so many big Its in the world
twirling music boxes
passion without attachment
flags held for sex and then unfurled
bebop
uneven stanzas
four four time
dotted lines
off kilter burners with pots holding the movement of growing deliciousness inside
many ends can be thought as yours
more connections than can be ignored
microscopic fairy tales aren't just that
as brilliance finally sparks for science's stance
the eyes of suggestion don't just judge
life is worse with rotting fudge
with all the ways...
twirling music boxes
passion without attachment
flags held for sex and then unfurled
bebop
uneven stanzas
four four time
dotted lines
off kilter burners with pots holding the movement of growing deliciousness inside
many ends can be thought as yours
more connections than can be ignored
microscopic fairy tales aren't just that
as brilliance finally sparks for science's stance
the eyes of suggestion don't just judge
life is worse with rotting fudge
with all the ways...
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Being Faceless
not just as a clown
funny fun poking
for big bad baby Mr White Wash's
more than million picture lesson
holding no name
more than cartwheeling little flowers and
jokes with ears on end in high risk art
the tumbling artist slips on nothing
squealing with a faint
"I've racked the noodles in by bean bags, and have balloons for brains."
poem by: m.e.l. (painting entitled Death's Clown is More than a Pie in the Face)
funny fun poking
for big bad baby Mr White Wash's
more than million picture lesson
holding no name
more than cartwheeling little flowers and
jokes with ears on end in high risk art
the tumbling artist slips on nothing
squealing with a faint
"I've racked the noodles in by bean bags, and have balloons for brains."
poem by: m.e.l. (painting entitled Death's Clown is More than a Pie in the Face)
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the breeze
helping others who've had a raw deal
with breeze of some kind
tact
takes social sublimation in
relation
breathe in the commonalities
for we are all
all all all so much
alike
what is in
my hand out
may be no
meaning no
I've got to go
nasty
people get away
I've been at peace
in battle
though not needed
for a new day
once again I say
one love
global family
with the
breeze there
can be
peace
poem by: m.e.l.
with breeze of some kind
tact
takes social sublimation in
relation
breathe in the commonalities
for we are all
all all all so much
alike
what is in
my hand out
may be no
meaning no
I've got to go
nasty
people get away
I've been at peace
in battle
though not needed
for a new day
once again I say
one love
global family
with the
breeze there
can be
peace
poem by: m.e.l.
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Forever All New
The story keeps changing every day,
there's ever coming chances for peace.
With a such thing as causality in reality,
the world sees endless revelations within individual existences becoming undone.
While we find the parables of our own lives,
we are illuminated further in the knowledge of who one was going to be.
Getting over the turmoil of loss causes the growth of strength.
work in progress by: m.e.l.
there's ever coming chances for peace.
With a such thing as causality in reality,
the world sees endless revelations within individual existences becoming undone.
While we find the parables of our own lives,
we are illuminated further in the knowledge of who one was going to be.
Getting over the turmoil of loss causes the growth of strength.
work in progress by: m.e.l.
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Breaths of Ass
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So Many Taken
I've taken so many lives
since before the start of this war
I've been a killer since I was hardly a child
born as to be a run away
many times around the block not mild
a defensive fighter who never wanted to kill
shots to the gut
cause pain for no thrill
to hell with the titles and clarifications
I'm living through a world war
I love my country and hate the half cookie Nazi nation
squats on squats from squatted out hatred
Webster's should apologize for the heathens with gods
changing negative rule to be universal
grows future...
since before the start of this war
I've been a killer since I was hardly a child
born as to be a run away
many times around the block not mild
a defensive fighter who never wanted to kill
shots to the gut
cause pain for no thrill
to hell with the titles and clarifications
I'm living through a world war
I love my country and hate the half cookie Nazi nation
squats on squats from squatted out hatred
Webster's should apologize for the heathens with gods
changing negative rule to be universal
grows future...
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Tip Towin Through the Mall
I was tip towin through the mall,
yeah that's right (tip towin through the mall)
with my back arched back, and my shoulders way way back back.
Kickin legs up high in the front, then ever so soft down,
heals down never kickin back. Silent this time
tip towin through the mall...
...but oh yes my hands were in my pockets,
and when this lady asked me "What's your name?"
I said "Window Shopper"
yet everyone was still peepin in on my funkidiness,
and all babies baby were just takin that galactic soul ride
through the what the what...
yeah that's right (tip towin through the mall)
with my back arched back, and my shoulders way way back back.
Kickin legs up high in the front, then ever so soft down,
heals down never kickin back. Silent this time
tip towin through the mall...
...but oh yes my hands were in my pockets,
and when this lady asked me "What's your name?"
I said "Window Shopper"
yet everyone was still peepin in on my funkidiness,
and all babies baby were just takin that galactic soul ride
through the what the what...
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I Never Hated Being Alone [redux]
I've known that no room is empty
we should be we are nevermore nevermore
with the mites' illumination abound
seeing what can be held and haulted
I have this glimpse that IT is
having written as a precursor to my
decisions push us in our own minds
how could I mind
being alone
when you are neither thine nor thee
for the sake of what you are
couldn't be less
no matter what decision progresses
I NEVER HATED BEING ALONE
poem by: m.e.l.
we should be we are nevermore nevermore
with the mites' illumination abound
seeing what can be held and haulted
I have this glimpse that IT is
having written as a precursor to my
decisions push us in our own minds
how could I mind
being alone
when you are neither thine nor thee
for the sake of what you are
couldn't be less
no matter what decision progresses
I NEVER HATED BEING ALONE
poem by: m.e.l.
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Wishing Isn't Just for Little Children
what doth a scabbard make in these hands
a begotten shield set amongst so much raining led
for seeds of what is forgone by so many sides
hath brought about future graces of mine own blood's absence
toward thine vain legacy of grate's trouncing
thee be so many times thine a life
living still through being's want for no strife
poem by: M.E.L. ·
a begotten shield set amongst so much raining led
for seeds of what is forgone by so many sides
hath brought about future graces of mine own blood's absence
toward thine vain legacy of grate's trouncing
thee be so many times thine a life
living still through being's want for no strife
poem by: M.E.L. ·
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Words Said Around a Gun Fight
"Hearts can be written a sunder while still pumping within chests, so you're all killers, and please don't blame me too much sister for you are alive... I... love... you... all... or mean to try loving you at least, sure I don't always get it done, but life isn't just a beach."
Said by: M.E.L. a while ago.
Said by: M.E.L. a while ago.
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