Submissions by Zazzles (Elderwoman)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm just a poet from NYC. I write many different styles of poetry and topics as well, except love poems, those are rare from me. Ugh!
UPBEAT POEM
Published
8th Sep 2014 4:08am
8th Sep 2014 4:08am
A limerick 'bout Jim
Entered in The first trophy comp ")
Jim Croce was a soulful man
his words could turn a white girl tan!
he sang songs from his heart
time in a bottle was smart
and I am his number one fan!
Maybe this one's the charm.
wish me luck Jim*
Jim Croce was a soulful man
his words could turn a white girl tan!
he sang songs from his heart
time in a bottle was smart
and I am his number one fan!
Maybe this one's the charm.
wish me luck Jim*
#apocalypse
#grief
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UPBEAT POEM
Published
7th Sep 2014 4:01am
7th Sep 2014 4:01am
I rented a room @Dup.com
So I rented a room last week @Dup.com
Did you know it comes with free poetry
a view and free coffee?
My first night at the Inn I ventured
downstairs, hey? Did anyone know
Madame Lavender opened a Bar & Grill on Dup?
I also hear,the Doc, gives free
medical advice too :|
she's such a good ole gal "D
Anyway, a few regulars were scattered about
some were having drinks while others
were dancing enjoying the cool menthol...
Did you know it comes with free poetry
a view and free coffee?
My first night at the Inn I ventured
downstairs, hey? Did anyone know
Madame Lavender opened a Bar & Grill on Dup?
I also hear,the Doc, gives free
medical advice too :|
she's such a good ole gal "D
Anyway, a few regulars were scattered about
some were having drinks while others
were dancing enjoying the cool menthol...
48 reads
10 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
6th Sep 2014 5:08am
6th Sep 2014 5:08am
Swans Song
Do you remember
when we were kids
staying up late,
playing music,
eating Cheetos and cake.
Always playful,
we were quite the pair
no tragedy no worries,
we didn't care.
Keeping each others secrets
we didn't give a damn,
my face next to his
while holding hands.
...
when we were kids
staying up late,
playing music,
eating Cheetos and cake.
Always playful,
we were quite the pair
no tragedy no worries,
we didn't care.
Keeping each others secrets
we didn't give a damn,
my face next to his
while holding hands.
...
56 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Sep 2014 1:28am
6th Sep 2014 1:28am
American Dreamer
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XIog_7ME_Lw
Note: Please listen to *Mirage* from Al Marconi
while reading this too really feel what I'm saying ty.
Written by me for a friend of mine who was
born in the Middle East and as a man is still stuck there.
Cast upon him a burden
nay, a wicked curse,
born under the wrong...
Note: Please listen to *Mirage* from Al Marconi
while reading this too really feel what I'm saying ty.
Written by me for a friend of mine who was
born in the Middle East and as a man is still stuck there.
Cast upon him a burden
nay, a wicked curse,
born under the wrong...
67 reads
10 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2014 4:02pm
3rd Sep 2014 4:02pm
emeciatted by my selfish pride
I can't deny that
I despise all my secrets and my lies.
I don't know why I try to hide
or to disguise my own demise.
I am my own worst enemy
a prolific
Psychotic
dyslexic
neurotoxic
neurotic;
acidity
seriously
mentally
essentially
allegedly
carelessly
terribly
unsuccessfully
developmentally.
Extraordinarily
coincidentally
expectantly
experimentally
environmentally
contemptuously ...
I despise all my secrets and my lies.
I don't know why I try to hide
or to disguise my own demise.
I am my own worst enemy
a prolific
Psychotic
dyslexic
neurotoxic
neurotic;
acidity
seriously
mentally
essentially
allegedly
carelessly
terribly
unsuccessfully
developmentally.
Extraordinarily
coincidentally
expectantly
experimentally
environmentally
contemptuously ...
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17 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
31st Aug 2014 8:06am
31st Aug 2014 8:06am
Bipolar
Ups and downs never stable.
I cry a silent song to my open wounds that will never heal...
Always the victim, I can never win...
Embraced by my childish feelings, my devilish feelings
where is the road to success?
Lost in a world of total instability,
unbalanced ambiguous emotions,
emoting nothing but sadness pain and sorrow.
All my life,
my entire life,
I have longed for the chance to live without
the paralyzing fear of failure that never fails me.
What's my purpose? What is my calling?
Chills rush through my blood,
the same blood that...
I cry a silent song to my open wounds that will never heal...
Always the victim, I can never win...
Embraced by my childish feelings, my devilish feelings
where is the road to success?
Lost in a world of total instability,
unbalanced ambiguous emotions,
emoting nothing but sadness pain and sorrow.
All my life,
my entire life,
I have longed for the chance to live without
the paralyzing fear of failure that never fails me.
What's my purpose? What is my calling?
Chills rush through my blood,
the same blood that...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st Aug 2014 3:55am
31st Aug 2014 3:55am
Secrets
If he could,
would he pull the veil
away from my face
and look into my ambers eyes?
And If he did,would we coalesce?
Would I even let him?
Will he ever notice how amazing I think he is,
how brilliant I know he is if I don't tell him?
If I don't inhale his scent
and quietly linger
while whispering I love you in his ear,
I love your mind.
What would it take to rise to the challenge,
to make my move?
And if I could, would I?
Probably not,
It's not my...
would he pull the veil
away from my face
and look into my ambers eyes?
And If he did,would we coalesce?
Would I even let him?
Will he ever notice how amazing I think he is,
how brilliant I know he is if I don't tell him?
If I don't inhale his scent
and quietly linger
while whispering I love you in his ear,
I love your mind.
What would it take to rise to the challenge,
to make my move?
And if I could, would I?
Probably not,
It's not my...
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12 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Aug 2014 7:11am
30th Aug 2014 7:11am
Lost
As I lay beneath my silken sheets and paper flowers
I can feel your presence overwhelming me.
It's as if I can feel your body next to mine
as your scent lingers in through my virtual window.
Cool~linen and chivalry, such a powerful combination...
I feel as though I have known you for a thousand years,
in a distant past,or maybe even from a dream I once knew.
You feel a soft passion grow inside;
anticipation and Innocence in it's purest form ...
I can feel your presence overwhelming me.
It's as if I can feel your body next to mine
as your scent lingers in through my virtual window.
Cool~linen and chivalry, such a powerful combination...
I feel as though I have known you for a thousand years,
in a distant past,or maybe even from a dream I once knew.
You feel a soft passion grow inside;
anticipation and Innocence in it's purest form ...
71 reads
20 Comments
UPBEAT POEM
Published
29th Aug 2014 3:40am
29th Aug 2014 3:40am
Pain In The Ass
Three word Inspiration Challenge.
2012 on Dup Door, plank, collar
He said his ass hurts,
lmao! 23 years in prison,
for shame for shame.
His lungs looked as black as a freshly paved highway
from all the tobacco he smoked over the years.
The door to freedom never did open for him again.
Always with a sore ass he remains state property.
He sighs as he mops over a loose plank
in the gymnasium floor thinking back
on a life long since gone,
as he now and forever remains
clad in a prison collar. ...
2012 on Dup Door, plank, collar
He said his ass hurts,
lmao! 23 years in prison,
for shame for shame.
His lungs looked as black as a freshly paved highway
from all the tobacco he smoked over the years.
The door to freedom never did open for him again.
Always with a sore ass he remains state property.
He sighs as he mops over a loose plank
in the gymnasium floor thinking back
on a life long since gone,
as he now and forever remains
clad in a prison collar. ...
55 reads
8 Comments
UPBEAT POEM
Published
27th Aug 2014 11:46pm
27th Aug 2014 11:46pm
Begging For A Trophy
(Entered into the Beg for a trophy comp.)
I have entered many comps
and of this I have not one.
I think this time I've done it
but then go home with none.
How nice I think that it would be
to win to come in first
but then I think and realize
my poems are just the worst!
One fish two fish
a trophy would be grand,
kitty cat killer cat
please put one in my hand!
I have entered many comps
and of this I have not one.
I think this time I've done it
but then go home with none.
How nice I think that it would be
to win to come in first
but then I think and realize
my poems are just the worst!
One fish two fish
a trophy would be grand,
kitty cat killer cat
please put one in my hand!
58 reads
14 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Aug 2014 3:50am
27th Aug 2014 3:50am
Life
Entered into the Life competition:
The meaning of life is a state of mind
it's a personal tug of war
It means what ever it means to you,
nothing less and nothing more...
We are here because we exist
we are the essence of our earth,
there is only science
from this planet
we are birthed....
The meaning of life is a state of mind
it's a personal tug of war
It means what ever it means to you,
nothing less and nothing more...
We are here because we exist
we are the essence of our earth,
there is only science
from this planet
we are birthed....
68 reads
10 Comments
UPBEAT POEM
Published
25th Aug 2014 2:55am
25th Aug 2014 2:55am
Bacon!
Three Word Inspiration Challenge
Bacon, mildew,piano
Behind the grand piano in the parlor
I found a huge clump of what looked to
be an old and mildew ridden pile of bacon!
I looked to see who was around then quickly
shoved the bacon into my mouth.
Well, it wasn't the best bacon
I ever ate, but it certainly
wasn't the worst!
Copyright © 2013 Maureen Doucette
aka Broom1692 All rights Reserved
Bacon, mildew,piano
Behind the grand piano in the parlor
I found a huge clump of what looked to
be an old and mildew ridden pile of bacon!
I looked to see who was around then quickly
shoved the bacon into my mouth.
Well, it wasn't the best bacon
I ever ate, but it certainly
wasn't the worst!
Copyright © 2013 Maureen Doucette
aka Broom1692 All rights Reserved
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6 Comments
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