Submissions by mjolnir (Dgim K. Bo)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Simplest thoughts. Complexest thoughts.
Moon of the Morn’
So tranquil is our landscape,
calm in its everest blue.
The summer moon, full in its splendour,
keen for the watcher,
gone apace the sprinkled dew.
Beauty few grasp to elate.
Reverent, spiritual night,
sing silent to the heavens.
Weep with the morn', weep joy over all,
even light can fall.
Gentle, mortal eloquence.
Godly harmonies take flight.
Written 2010-05-12, © J. Dobbins
calm in its everest blue.
The summer moon, full in its splendour,
keen for the watcher,
gone apace the sprinkled dew.
Beauty few grasp to elate.
Reverent, spiritual night,
sing silent to the heavens.
Weep with the morn', weep joy over all,
even light can fall.
Gentle, mortal eloquence.
Godly harmonies take flight.
Written 2010-05-12, © J. Dobbins
116 reads
4 Comments
Kind de la Parity
Dogs maintain divisibility.
Unknowingly trained.
Barking unfamiliarity.
Against what would be considered base truth,
their ears tune to the forms of their teachings,
while these machinations deride their sight.
Animals, no more or less human,
shades of we, the apparent pinnacle,
know just the same values.
Only, thrown through a prism, perceived,
acknowledge what light is deemed studious.
At base, all is truly akin to this tale,
just differing forms and laws;
opposable thumbs versus paws. ...
Unknowingly trained.
Barking unfamiliarity.
Against what would be considered base truth,
their ears tune to the forms of their teachings,
while these machinations deride their sight.
Animals, no more or less human,
shades of we, the apparent pinnacle,
know just the same values.
Only, thrown through a prism, perceived,
acknowledge what light is deemed studious.
At base, all is truly akin to this tale,
just differing forms and laws;
opposable thumbs versus paws. ...
141 reads
3 Comments
Stir the Cultivator
Jesus, why does religion scare subservience this way and that,
pulling within between on pseudo personification?
It is obvious to the logician (concerning metaphysics)
that there is unification in sub-atomics, quanta, etc.
Maddening thoughts to mire the writer.
How long will it take this dredging root of evil
to sap the world off which it feeds?
How long before the ants craft their nest?
Picking dark soil to rid the disease.
Written 2012-07-17, © J. Dobbins
pulling within between on pseudo personification?
It is obvious to the logician (concerning metaphysics)
that there is unification in sub-atomics, quanta, etc.
Maddening thoughts to mire the writer.
How long will it take this dredging root of evil
to sap the world off which it feeds?
How long before the ants craft their nest?
Picking dark soil to rid the disease.
Written 2012-07-17, © J. Dobbins
94 reads
2 Comments
those who from heaven to earth came
I am like Satan..
or any weighty mass trying to escape,
to pass on to another world.
Akin to scablands dam,
churning icy megaliths.
A world unto itself.
Melting twists
and pools a slurry between giants,
gorging an escape,
threatening earthy cousins.
Early whispers of a great war,
there is no fair, only causative fate.
Sometimes the good must ride with a flaming sword,
clear as crystal, being utterly disparate
as meditating into the world..
I break away like this mass,
an apocalypse forward ...
or any weighty mass trying to escape,
to pass on to another world.
Akin to scablands dam,
churning icy megaliths.
A world unto itself.
Melting twists
and pools a slurry between giants,
gorging an escape,
threatening earthy cousins.
Early whispers of a great war,
there is no fair, only causative fate.
Sometimes the good must ride with a flaming sword,
clear as crystal, being utterly disparate
as meditating into the world..
I break away like this mass,
an apocalypse forward ...
84 reads
0 Comments
Geminancer
It was no wonder when I found my sun,
that I was betwixt duality and a pincher.
Patient, hidden by shadows, I ponder
this and that, I am the ultimate dualator.
A mind of mercury flowing great tides,
ever a-wax and wane; driven to seek by the moon:
lively whim, bequeath to my sentience
a caring knowledge, for this unsure buffoon.
Insatiable information junkie;
a jack of all trades. Exploring, a will to full sight,
from omniverse to beyond mountain glades,
as complete as any mortal in finite.
Aloof in life, I love you...
that I was betwixt duality and a pincher.
Patient, hidden by shadows, I ponder
this and that, I am the ultimate dualator.
A mind of mercury flowing great tides,
ever a-wax and wane; driven to seek by the moon:
lively whim, bequeath to my sentience
a caring knowledge, for this unsure buffoon.
Insatiable information junkie;
a jack of all trades. Exploring, a will to full sight,
from omniverse to beyond mountain glades,
as complete as any mortal in finite.
Aloof in life, I love you...
135 reads
3 Comments
Vampire f@#$ twist
Bones through bursting pus-brimmed blisters;
the green skin slime, hard calcium impaled,
screams to black, his angered roar to the stars.
Whipping at invisible torment.
His writhing heavy blows,
too slow for air immortal,
break heavy to his steps;
cognition failed to rage.
Eviscerate, chest, arms, legs…
on acid worn flesh, a deed too swift.
He stands, breaking, every passing tick,
life-force fading, too strong to just give in.
An orb grows, bathing him in blood-light,
eyes bulge, a last mouth-gape,
no...
the green skin slime, hard calcium impaled,
screams to black, his angered roar to the stars.
Whipping at invisible torment.
His writhing heavy blows,
too slow for air immortal,
break heavy to his steps;
cognition failed to rage.
Eviscerate, chest, arms, legs…
on acid worn flesh, a deed too swift.
He stands, breaking, every passing tick,
life-force fading, too strong to just give in.
An orb grows, bathing him in blood-light,
eyes bulge, a last mouth-gape,
no...
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Collective (Air to Intuit)
It is a field of seamless dreams,
owing one to the other.
And in autumns most,
golden straws are drawn in hopeful measure.
What mind can know another?
Who would wish for such impishness, now?
And such not able,
do seek such airs of thought,
-ever so softly.
Written 2012-05-20, © J. Dobbins
owing one to the other.
And in autumns most,
golden straws are drawn in hopeful measure.
What mind can know another?
Who would wish for such impishness, now?
And such not able,
do seek such airs of thought,
-ever so softly.
Written 2012-05-20, © J. Dobbins
78 reads
1 Comment
peRceptionaL
A voyage long traveled and traversed by many;
all that’s come and gone,
singing, still, the song.
The burden itself decrees peace for understanding.
The crooked collection;
Perceptions vice before comprehension,
Such, jaded in forms, belie our expressions.
We are courageously bountiful to our deeds,
disfigured survival, our tool to achieve.
Muddy banks... all that earth and stone,
(a solidity, in excessive ease)
Beneath lie rounded cavernous flows.
(hammered intellect, do you yet see?)
Rain that cycled this...
all that’s come and gone,
singing, still, the song.
The burden itself decrees peace for understanding.
The crooked collection;
Perceptions vice before comprehension,
Such, jaded in forms, belie our expressions.
We are courageously bountiful to our deeds,
disfigured survival, our tool to achieve.
Muddy banks... all that earth and stone,
(a solidity, in excessive ease)
Beneath lie rounded cavernous flows.
(hammered intellect, do you yet see?)
Rain that cycled this...
68 reads
1 Comment
Caught in this web...
caught in this web and it feels like I can't go home
Altering patterns of thoughts ebb with the tide
The mind grows tired in its skepticism
and all the crumbs are carried by the ants
just cause is questioned in my philosophy
where does morality and logic lie true?
and you and I and all are just chaos
wrapped in fine dressings, only to spoil
wars between hog-men and extremists reign
Supremacy bringing men to their knees
no peace, not just yet, we're building
and destroying, refining and again, creating
...
Altering patterns of thoughts ebb with the tide
The mind grows tired in its skepticism
and all the crumbs are carried by the ants
just cause is questioned in my philosophy
where does morality and logic lie true?
and you and I and all are just chaos
wrapped in fine dressings, only to spoil
wars between hog-men and extremists reign
Supremacy bringing men to their knees
no peace, not just yet, we're building
and destroying, refining and again, creating
...
97 reads
2 Comments
Uphold
Lies are told, and men indignant, shine bold.
Their toll is strife, till their wife
and children eat them to the grave.
Petty tyrants; fake falsetto penance;
compete to grip, and they'll rip
the ideal till there's naught to save.
The death is nothing; bellies dropping,
mongrels stupefy and hide behind unsettling lies.
There is no far reaching sustenance.
The barrage, conditioned, prohibit
innocently, incognizant.
All who scream, in want to placate the dream,
they deem insane, but we, fain;
our tribe shall end...
Their toll is strife, till their wife
and children eat them to the grave.
Petty tyrants; fake falsetto penance;
compete to grip, and they'll rip
the ideal till there's naught to save.
The death is nothing; bellies dropping,
mongrels stupefy and hide behind unsettling lies.
There is no far reaching sustenance.
The barrage, conditioned, prohibit
innocently, incognizant.
All who scream, in want to placate the dream,
they deem insane, but we, fain;
our tribe shall end...
143 reads
10 Comments
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