Submissions by fiveamtuesday
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I like to write things that rhyme, mainly narratives.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Dec 2013 5:45am
14th Dec 2013 5:45am
Nth Generation
I used to be the kid
Who'd believe that
Every person that I'd meet
Would have been
Honest.
How lawless are we
When it's only politicians
Who can never talk straight then claim
that it's all
Progress?
I guess
No one's really on it.
After all we're being brainwashed;
Ain't that just
Diabolic?
It's despondent
How far we have fallen
From the X, down
to the next generation of
Profits
And all this
Talk of target markets
Had us all...
Who'd believe that
Every person that I'd meet
Would have been
Honest.
How lawless are we
When it's only politicians
Who can never talk straight then claim
that it's all
Progress?
I guess
No one's really on it.
After all we're being brainwashed;
Ain't that just
Diabolic?
It's despondent
How far we have fallen
From the X, down
to the next generation of
Profits
And all this
Talk of target markets
Had us all...
75 reads
0 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
5th Nov 2013 8:51am
5th Nov 2013 8:51am
The Dream Catcher
Ragged coat, rugged throat,
coarsely groans from a haggard bloke.
"Black birds black birds I hunger at this evening.
“Come hither from your nests and stay
“So I may steal a meal to feed me.”
Despite his calls no bird would peek
For who’d respond to those who speak
Of eating those of which it seeks?
Regardless, the haggard man repeats,
"Black birds black birds I hunger at this evening.
“Come hither from your nests and stay
“So I may steal...
coarsely groans from a haggard bloke.
"Black birds black birds I hunger at this evening.
“Come hither from your nests and stay
“So I may steal a meal to feed me.”
Despite his calls no bird would peek
For who’d respond to those who speak
Of eating those of which it seeks?
Regardless, the haggard man repeats,
"Black birds black birds I hunger at this evening.
“Come hither from your nests and stay
“So I may steal...
127 reads
5 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
1st Oct 2013 1:06am
1st Oct 2013 1:06am
Charlie, Part 3: Know Thyself
Charlie laid eons away staring at a midnight sky
In a grassy field filled with fireflies
A million miles from where he’d came.
No thoughts had pressed but to just exist
Unsure of what comes next,
And to just watch all the constellations
Float on as sleepy specks.
There was something odd of this place so dark and strange however, ...
In a grassy field filled with fireflies
A million miles from where he’d came.
No thoughts had pressed but to just exist
Unsure of what comes next,
And to just watch all the constellations
Float on as sleepy specks.
There was something odd of this place so dark and strange however, ...
110 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Sep 2013 10:25pm
30th Sep 2013 10:25pm
I've got mad flow
I can dig it.
Throw me line and I'll chew it and spit it.
I'm limited only by how wicked I kick it,
and if I'm feeling it,
I'll tie you up to some bricks
Drop you off of a bridge into the frigid abyss
And just for shits, I'll take a piss and a picture
Of me flipping the bird while I'm whipping my Richard.
You can have as many eyes as you need
But you're still too jaded to see
How this time around you're barking the wrong tree.
Hey maybe while you're down drowning undersea
You'll rediscover Atlantis and find a statue of me.
My...
Throw me line and I'll chew it and spit it.
I'm limited only by how wicked I kick it,
and if I'm feeling it,
I'll tie you up to some bricks
Drop you off of a bridge into the frigid abyss
And just for shits, I'll take a piss and a picture
Of me flipping the bird while I'm whipping my Richard.
You can have as many eyes as you need
But you're still too jaded to see
How this time around you're barking the wrong tree.
Hey maybe while you're down drowning undersea
You'll rediscover Atlantis and find a statue of me.
My...
70 reads
2 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
29th Sep 2013 7:37am
29th Sep 2013 7:37am
Charlie, Part 2: To Hell
His journey begun much like any other one, just a regular trip through the trees.
He hopped and he skipped whistling riddles and quips as he recited aloud poetry.
The pathway made turns over hills and through curves, the foliage grew gradually dense.
His excursion extended feeling rather unending into the woods now indefinitely immense.
The thickets and the brush covered thickly and lush as branches and leaves hung in drapes,
While sunshine was gleaming reflecting serenely a mystic, mysterious scape.
As the...
He hopped and he skipped whistling riddles and quips as he recited aloud poetry.
The pathway made turns over hills and through curves, the foliage grew gradually dense.
His excursion extended feeling rather unending into the woods now indefinitely immense.
The thickets and the brush covered thickly and lush as branches and leaves hung in drapes,
While sunshine was gleaming reflecting serenely a mystic, mysterious scape.
As the...
83 reads
2 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
29th Sep 2013 7:36am
29th Sep 2013 7:36am
Charlie, Part 1: Humble Beginnings
Miss Beatrice Baker was a pastry maker who lived with her son in a village.
She was often annoyed with her vanishing boy who would be missing when work's to be finished.
Despite who would hear her she'd curse and she'd jeer to poor Charlie, though usually deserving.
She was notoriously livid and her son as dim-witted, their purpose on earth was concerning.
It was on a typical day and there was bread to be made, though as per usual her boy was astray,
She left dough in the oven for longer than wanted to dish up some justice his way,
Only she lost...
She was often annoyed with her vanishing boy who would be missing when work's to be finished.
Despite who would hear her she'd curse and she'd jeer to poor Charlie, though usually deserving.
She was notoriously livid and her son as dim-witted, their purpose on earth was concerning.
It was on a typical day and there was bread to be made, though as per usual her boy was astray,
She left dough in the oven for longer than wanted to dish up some justice his way,
Only she lost...
80 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Sep 2013 00:16am
21st Sep 2013 00:16am
Alice's Allegory
Alice had an allegory
Of if uffish fishes fathoming
Exceeds a further furling feel
We dub dimensions one two three.
'Cause she and they could quite conceive
Surrounding space in x, y, z
As spatial planes so plainly seen,
But what of those internally?
She however had her answer though,
For prior to her proposition,
By positing, she proved perception,
So though her sea friends could explore
Every inch inside an orb,
The fishes failed to...
Of if uffish fishes fathoming
Exceeds a further furling feel
We dub dimensions one two three.
'Cause she and they could quite conceive
Surrounding space in x, y, z
As spatial planes so plainly seen,
But what of those internally?
She however had her answer though,
For prior to her proposition,
By positing, she proved perception,
So though her sea friends could explore
Every inch inside an orb,
The fishes failed to...
75 reads
3 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
20th Sep 2013 11:49am
20th Sep 2013 11:49am
Poetic Intermission Sequence: Justice Prevail
Part 1
Ouh Ladies and gentleman gather on 'round
For the amazing commoner has staggered to town.
In a drunken haze he clobbered a governor dead to the ground
And now detained, we summon the chancellors around
To commiserate his blunder and make rabbling sounds,
Without moderate undertakings we'll see what odd punishments abound.
Part 2
Place your bets ladies and gents
We're now accepting your pence,
For the trial of Lyle vs the state of Denial is now ready to commence.
"The guilty party may speak, but make it quick if...
Ouh Ladies and gentleman gather on 'round
For the amazing commoner has staggered to town.
In a drunken haze he clobbered a governor dead to the ground
And now detained, we summon the chancellors around
To commiserate his blunder and make rabbling sounds,
Without moderate undertakings we'll see what odd punishments abound.
Part 2
Place your bets ladies and gents
We're now accepting your pence,
For the trial of Lyle vs the state of Denial is now ready to commence.
"The guilty party may speak, but make it quick if...
71 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
18th Sep 2013 11:07am
18th Sep 2013 11:07am
Neverend
I am the son of darkness
The daughter of the darkest waters
The banal tale of all the sadness
The fastest path to lasting madness
With splattered blood and glassy fragments
Scrawling answers on the walls with
Angry banters and incantations
Standing on the edge of hatred.
Summon torments in a torrent
Flooding Florence in horrid gore and
violence, knives with silent slices,
Needing seamless rusted wires,
Stitching bleeding lacerations.
Catch the drippings in a chalice,
Drink to lords...
The daughter of the darkest waters
The banal tale of all the sadness
The fastest path to lasting madness
With splattered blood and glassy fragments
Scrawling answers on the walls with
Angry banters and incantations
Standing on the edge of hatred.
Summon torments in a torrent
Flooding Florence in horrid gore and
violence, knives with silent slices,
Needing seamless rusted wires,
Stitching bleeding lacerations.
Catch the drippings in a chalice,
Drink to lords...
144 reads
1 Comment
STORY POEM
Published
18th Sep 2013 8:19am
18th Sep 2013 8:19am
Box
Have you ever had thoughts?
Especially the sort you forgot?
Well not this kid, his head is a box!
Have ideas to contain
Or need things put away?
Rest assure that no contents are ever too strange!
From humdrum and drole, those taxes and forms
Or a collection of stones from corundum to gold.
Stacks of old records, vintage porcelain plates,
And the Oriental China you've forgot to donate.
You remember the letters you got as a youth
By a special admirer feting affection and couth?
Well what better...
Especially the sort you forgot?
Well not this kid, his head is a box!
Have ideas to contain
Or need things put away?
Rest assure that no contents are ever too strange!
From humdrum and drole, those taxes and forms
Or a collection of stones from corundum to gold.
Stacks of old records, vintage porcelain plates,
And the Oriental China you've forgot to donate.
You remember the letters you got as a youth
By a special admirer feting affection and couth?
Well what better...
79 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Sep 2013 2:28am
17th Sep 2013 2:28am
silver
Pale eye in
The hollow.
It never ceases to amaze
Just how many eyes have followed
Your ever present gaze.
A witness
To all lives and kingdoms how intimate you know us
And to think
that all we know of you is just
how frequently you blink.
The hollow.
It never ceases to amaze
Just how many eyes have followed
Your ever present gaze.
A witness
To all lives and kingdoms how intimate you know us
And to think
that all we know of you is just
how frequently you blink.
53 reads
1 Comment
STORY POEM
Published
17th Sep 2013 2:07am
17th Sep 2013 2:07am
Little Giro
Petit Giro, fearless hero
By evening he's combatting foes.
Very serious, not a zero
He knows the streets of Tokyo.
In bed by eight and out by nine
He's never late to fighting crime.
"No dog no, you can't pee there!"
Another street bush has been spared.
Quick, go aid those drunk pedestrians
That are stumbling onto busy intersections.
"You're the man! Way to go!"
A true hero whom we'd like to know.
Little Giro, the best of heroes
He throws pennies at the homeless.
"Get out of here! Quit being weirdos!" ...
By evening he's combatting foes.
Very serious, not a zero
He knows the streets of Tokyo.
In bed by eight and out by nine
He's never late to fighting crime.
"No dog no, you can't pee there!"
Another street bush has been spared.
Quick, go aid those drunk pedestrians
That are stumbling onto busy intersections.
"You're the man! Way to go!"
A true hero whom we'd like to know.
Little Giro, the best of heroes
He throws pennies at the homeless.
"Get out of here! Quit being weirdos!" ...
66 reads
3 Comments
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