Submissions by rodan
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I like words and the artful exploit of their facets. Still I'm just going to write whatever. It's like my friend bodee used to say; "I may set the sails.. but I don't make the wind."
SELF POEM
Published
18th Feb 2014 9:43am
18th Feb 2014 9:43am
broken cart before the horse
this is a lonely fucking planet. when you don't trust a soul. The people here can be so dumb and cruel and if i'm lucky i will bind myself to one.
then we will fight a duel.
for this mawkish lame gruel
thats straight ripped from nerve pool
thats supposed to bejewel
any chance for renewal
of this strange creatures spool
it's no way to approach
what could be not so cruel
if i just kept the rule
you can't kick out the stool
and still rise on schedule
but sometimes i can't fight
what a callous old fool
irredeemably trite...
then we will fight a duel.
for this mawkish lame gruel
thats straight ripped from nerve pool
thats supposed to bejewel
any chance for renewal
of this strange creatures spool
it's no way to approach
what could be not so cruel
if i just kept the rule
you can't kick out the stool
and still rise on schedule
but sometimes i can't fight
what a callous old fool
irredeemably trite...
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SELF POEM
Published
9th Feb 2014 3:37am
9th Feb 2014 3:37am
7 billion
like a fish..
in a bag of water..
floating in the ocean.
trapped..
freedom all around you.
in a bag of water..
floating in the ocean.
trapped..
freedom all around you.
42 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Feb 2014 9:35am
8th Feb 2014 9:35am
Corporal Corporeal
You fight to survive,
though you will never win.
The winds you face will never cease
and the grains of sand will wear you down in time.
though you will never win.
The winds you face will never cease
and the grains of sand will wear you down in time.
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DARK POEM
Published
6th Feb 2014 10:57pm
6th Feb 2014 10:57pm
The Demagogue
A proud look - A lying tongue - and hands that let innocent blood.
.. that let and wring and wrench and beckon and plead and sanctify.
.. that hold this self-made casualty, now martyr to the sky.
.. that arc the course from hurt to act - one choice? No choice at all.
.. appeal and mold and wool minds' eyes by filling hearts' deep call.
Be wary the path that's stained and stains with primrose and bountiful blood.
Respect this so 'rightfully-won-by-the-rules' ruling class or beware and be dunned.
Be met by furtive snarls hidden deep inside too...
.. that let and wring and wrench and beckon and plead and sanctify.
.. that hold this self-made casualty, now martyr to the sky.
.. that arc the course from hurt to act - one choice? No choice at all.
.. appeal and mold and wool minds' eyes by filling hearts' deep call.
Be wary the path that's stained and stains with primrose and bountiful blood.
Respect this so 'rightfully-won-by-the-rules' ruling class or beware and be dunned.
Be met by furtive snarls hidden deep inside too...
53 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
6th Feb 2014 9:59pm
6th Feb 2014 9:59pm
knockout
reckless ingrate
profligate teammate
betrayed both me and herself
another misplaced trust
soothed our path
for a time
another pass to come
this mild delirium
exacerbating fear
exhilarating cheer
uncanny chandelier
as movements come unclear
blackout sightless knockdown
profligate teammate
betrayed both me and herself
another misplaced trust
soothed our path
for a time
another pass to come
this mild delirium
exacerbating fear
exhilarating cheer
uncanny chandelier
as movements come unclear
blackout sightless knockdown
47 reads
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
6th Feb 2014 1:20pm
6th Feb 2014 1:20pm
Henry Orekin can grow
-We wish we were free from our past, but our past is the dirt not the chains.-
Henry makes a doubtful attempt at honest surmise.
A reminder left where once injury was. Damage. Wound. A gash left as on a stem or branch by a fallen leaf or harvested fruit. The past impels itself.
He then conjured with transportive recall the moment when Ally had spiked her leering words 'remind you of anyone'. Her disdain could really stay with you after one like that. The plastic did little to conceal the condescension.. even contempt.
(For he had seen Alison in...
Henry makes a doubtful attempt at honest surmise.
A reminder left where once injury was. Damage. Wound. A gash left as on a stem or branch by a fallen leaf or harvested fruit. The past impels itself.
He then conjured with transportive recall the moment when Ally had spiked her leering words 'remind you of anyone'. Her disdain could really stay with you after one like that. The plastic did little to conceal the condescension.. even contempt.
(For he had seen Alison in...
70 reads
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