Submissions by cjflier
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Top Cats
See the Little Mice
scamper through the maze;
day in and day out looking
for their daily piece of bread;
around corners,
avoiding dead ends,
a beehive of beady eyes
and twitching noses,
a sea of color, waves of fur
searching the labyrinth;
their reward - the Big Cheese.
- Meanwhile -
See the Fat Cats
sitting on The Hill
looking down, eyeing the frenzy
with lip-smacking eagerness,
washing and primping the fur
on their Garfieldian bellies;
bloated from their gluttonous feasting,
waiting to pounce again...
scamper through the maze;
day in and day out looking
for their daily piece of bread;
around corners,
avoiding dead ends,
a beehive of beady eyes
and twitching noses,
a sea of color, waves of fur
searching the labyrinth;
their reward - the Big Cheese.
- Meanwhile -
See the Fat Cats
sitting on The Hill
looking down, eyeing the frenzy
with lip-smacking eagerness,
washing and primping the fur
on their Garfieldian bellies;
bloated from their gluttonous feasting,
waiting to pounce again...
102 reads
2 Comments
People Need to Listen
People need to listen.
Listen to the birds,
Listen to the trees,
Listen to the bugs, the flowers,
the bees.
Listen to the grass,
Listen to the rocks,
Listen to the wind, the clouds,
the flocks.
People need to listen.
Listen to the young,
Listen to the old,
Listen to the timid and
the bold.
Listen to the weak,
Listen to the strong,
Listen when it's short and
listen when it's long.
People need to listen.
Listen to the questions,
Listen for the answers,
Listen...
Listen to the birds,
Listen to the trees,
Listen to the bugs, the flowers,
the bees.
Listen to the grass,
Listen to the rocks,
Listen to the wind, the clouds,
the flocks.
People need to listen.
Listen to the young,
Listen to the old,
Listen to the timid and
the bold.
Listen to the weak,
Listen to the strong,
Listen when it's short and
listen when it's long.
People need to listen.
Listen to the questions,
Listen for the answers,
Listen...
89 reads
2 Comments
We are Drowning
We are drowning
In the sea of life.
Waves crashing all around,
Only our heads above water;
A hand raised high,
Reaching and searching for a solution.
Rescue!
Five fingers... grasping!
We are drowning in the waves of misery;
Waves of sadness;
Our emptiness.
We are drowning in the waves of fear;
Of superstitions;
Of greed;
In blood!
We are drowning in our wants and
desires;
Our selfishness, our self-righteousness, gluttony.
Lust!
Lust for bigger.
Lust for flashier. ...
In the sea of life.
Waves crashing all around,
Only our heads above water;
A hand raised high,
Reaching and searching for a solution.
Rescue!
Five fingers... grasping!
We are drowning in the waves of misery;
Waves of sadness;
Our emptiness.
We are drowning in the waves of fear;
Of superstitions;
Of greed;
In blood!
We are drowning in our wants and
desires;
Our selfishness, our self-righteousness, gluttony.
Lust!
Lust for bigger.
Lust for flashier. ...
107 reads
5 Comments
Haiku - The Path
A path to guide him
Through dead trees and leaves he runs
A bench ahead, rest.
Through dead trees and leaves he runs
A bench ahead, rest.
76 reads
0 Comments
I Want Off
(my winning entry in the "Creepy Carnival" contest)
I want out of this circus.
Barnum & Bailey's now
Cooger & Dark's.
Fun filled entertainment
twisted hellishly abhorent.
Youthful enthusiasm
turned aged realism.
Clowns; rolling and tumbling,
bright colored costumes,
big red noses, painted faces.
Petty Thieves!
distracting antics; picking pockets,
sheeps' clothing, growing noses,
sinister grins.
Colorful balloons; rainbows on twine,
elated spirits rising...
I want out of this circus.
Barnum & Bailey's now
Cooger & Dark's.
Fun filled entertainment
twisted hellishly abhorent.
Youthful enthusiasm
turned aged realism.
Clowns; rolling and tumbling,
bright colored costumes,
big red noses, painted faces.
Petty Thieves!
distracting antics; picking pockets,
sheeps' clothing, growing noses,
sinister grins.
Colorful balloons; rainbows on twine,
elated spirits rising...
75 reads
2 Comments
I Would Rather be a Heathen
I would rather be a Heathen
and live life in the present,
than be religious and live in
fear of the past.
I would rather be a Heathen
and gaze at a bird - wings
outstretched and soaring free,
than gawk at a lifeless man,
arms splayed and impaled to
a dead tree.
I would rather be a Heathen
and listen to the soothing voices
of brooks and breezes,
than pay heed to a self-proclaimed,
self-righteous, arrogant orator
of superstitious rhetoric.
I would rather be a Heathen
with an open mind towards...
and live life in the present,
than be religious and live in
fear of the past.
I would rather be a Heathen
and gaze at a bird - wings
outstretched and soaring free,
than gawk at a lifeless man,
arms splayed and impaled to
a dead tree.
I would rather be a Heathen
and listen to the soothing voices
of brooks and breezes,
than pay heed to a self-proclaimed,
self-righteous, arrogant orator
of superstitious rhetoric.
I would rather be a Heathen
with an open mind towards...
211 reads
6 Comments
Flying Blind
I often feel like that lonely, outcast,
little bird flying in the middle of
the night, in the middle of the city...
whose circadian rhythm is all
fucked up from the 24/7 barrage of
a million decibels, millions of
kilowatts, and ceasless motion
rising from the earth below;
in a confusing world in which it
tries to survive, hurtling itself
through the fridgid air of night, at
breakneck speed, bobbing and
weaving anxiously, yet unable to
avoid the cacophonic shockwaves
assailing it from every direction;
in disorienting...
little bird flying in the middle of
the night, in the middle of the city...
whose circadian rhythm is all
fucked up from the 24/7 barrage of
a million decibels, millions of
kilowatts, and ceasless motion
rising from the earth below;
in a confusing world in which it
tries to survive, hurtling itself
through the fridgid air of night, at
breakneck speed, bobbing and
weaving anxiously, yet unable to
avoid the cacophonic shockwaves
assailing it from every direction;
in disorienting...
149 reads
4 Comments
A Computer (acrostic poem)
A computer is a...
Contemporary piece of
Outrageously damaging
Machinery
Perverting its'
Users
To
Exclude
Reality
Contemporary piece of
Outrageously damaging
Machinery
Perverting its'
Users
To
Exclude
Reality
#technology
#acrostic
860 reads
2 Comments
Barnyard Animals
Rats in a cage
chickens in a maze
nervous twitches
I'm in stitches
barnyard animals
running
thrashing
leaping
crashing
heads cut off
chasing tails
licking the hands
that feed what ails
blind bat
fat cat
plow horse
just sheep, of course.
When do we start being
HUMAN?!
chickens in a maze
nervous twitches
I'm in stitches
barnyard animals
running
thrashing
leaping
crashing
heads cut off
chasing tails
licking the hands
that feed what ails
blind bat
fat cat
plow horse
just sheep, of course.
When do we start being
HUMAN?!
90 reads
0 Comments
Icing on the Cake
Hypocrisy blankets the world
Like fondant on a cake.
Looking smooth and smelling sweet;
Kneaded and shaped by the
Master Bakers' hand.
On Society,
They place it with care.
Pretty it appears.
Pastel colors, pretty flowers.
Pretty ribbons.
Pretty bows.
Added as confusion;
(Shh, nobody knows).
Open mouths gape wide,
And wide eyes stare.
Dazzled by the craftsmanship;
Marveling with awe, the sugary
confection,
Eager to gobble the Masters' conception.
But it's a sheet of fat!
Masking the true...
Like fondant on a cake.
Looking smooth and smelling sweet;
Kneaded and shaped by the
Master Bakers' hand.
On Society,
They place it with care.
Pretty it appears.
Pastel colors, pretty flowers.
Pretty ribbons.
Pretty bows.
Added as confusion;
(Shh, nobody knows).
Open mouths gape wide,
And wide eyes stare.
Dazzled by the craftsmanship;
Marveling with awe, the sugary
confection,
Eager to gobble the Masters' conception.
But it's a sheet of fat!
Masking the true...
238 reads
3 Comments
Fear
Is it fear?
Fear of getting too close,
Fear of not getting closeness in return?
Fear of looking weak in the face
of others?
Is it fear of the unknown?
Is it fear of dying? Or dying before
I know the unknown?
(Is there an unknown, or is the unknown
unknowable?!)
What do I fear?
Is it the fear of finding we have
no purpose...I have no purpose?
What is our point?
Fear translates to anger.
I am angry at everything!
I fear everything!
I fear life!
I fear death!
I fear being loved!
I...
Fear of getting too close,
Fear of not getting closeness in return?
Fear of looking weak in the face
of others?
Is it fear of the unknown?
Is it fear of dying? Or dying before
I know the unknown?
(Is there an unknown, or is the unknown
unknowable?!)
What do I fear?
Is it the fear of finding we have
no purpose...I have no purpose?
What is our point?
Fear translates to anger.
I am angry at everything!
I fear everything!
I fear life!
I fear death!
I fear being loved!
I...
153 reads
2 Comments
A Sad Moment
I look at the church
with it's glorious steeple;
I open the door
and see all the sheep
sitting up straight
all neat in their rows;
with the wolf at his pulpit
I stand there and weep.
with it's glorious steeple;
I open the door
and see all the sheep
sitting up straight
all neat in their rows;
with the wolf at his pulpit
I stand there and weep.
97 reads
3 Comments
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