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Worm´S Feeling by Fermin Moreno Gonzalez Bizarre poem. [199 words]
Laid Heavy In The Suicide Chair by Olef Ransom Saulles - [35 words]
Word Count; An Excerpt - Illusions, Shimmer, Palestine by J Colleen Deep inside, we all long for something so intangible tha... [357 words]
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Sorry by T.C. Beto - [70 words]
Push Me Away by Vianne-Marie Fortier This is about some, well actually, a lot of heartach someone is going through. And, she can't brea... [126 words]
Paper Boat by Vianne-Marie Fortier I wrote this poem after getting inspiration from the Winkin, Blinkin, and Nod story. Enjoy. :D [47 words]
Paint A Sky Gray by Vianne-Marie Fortier This is about someone who's lost a love, and he/she wants someone to understand how it is. [136 words]
November Sun by Vianne-Marie Fortier This poem is about a girl falling in love with a poet, after she finds inspiration in him. [250 words]
Nothing Known; The Jester's Fancy; Feather by Sean Rich Nothing known... an insight gained from watching my boy. Jester's F... [144 words]
Mother by Ashley Burdett A poem about how a mother looks at her child before it is born. [175 words]
Missed by R. D. Partee Boy meets girl, boy falls for girl, girl moves on to someone who doesn't write for free, boy writes poem... [108 words]
Edible Universe by Enter The Gregor An echoing sadness perched on the rim of oblivion. I'm going to drop some free-style right...no... [58 words]
Denise by Rita A. Wheeler A rememberance poem written for my cousin who was killed by her ex-boyfriend. [59 words]
By God by Vianne-Marie Fortier This is about someone who's really annoyed with society. [80 words]
Broken Soul by Vianne-Marie Fortier This is a poem about a person that loves someone, but that person doesn't really love her back. Enj... [102 words]
Angel by Ashley Burdett A poem about a breakup and heartache caused because a guy felt he was not good enough for his girlfriend. [327 words]
Acrósticas by Fermin Moreno Gonzalez Poemas acrósticos. [181 words]
Wishful Thinking by J P Just the way everybody probably feels sometimes. [20 words]
Winds Of Change by Kishore Daswani Well it is for you to decide... [42 words]
Why by J P More teenage angst. [13 words]
Who Are You? by N.V. Matthews This poem is about when you think you know someone but you really don't. [207 words]
Wherein Dwells My Love Of Yore by Fermin Moreno Gonzalez Mournful poem. [94 words]
Where Silence Is by Jane Byron - [76 words]
What Makes Me Frown! by Peter De Dee Feelings of the so called ELITE? OF this world. [106 words]
Up Late by Shannon Bee Wilson This is a poem about my life. I seem to be functioning more and more during the wee hours. It reflects... [49 words]
Unconditional by J P Just that feeling when you're blinded by love when you have a crush but the feeling's not returne... [10 words]
True by J P About how people judge each other on appearance instead of what's inside. [19 words]
To The Lady I Loved by Fermin Moreno Gonzalez Mourning poem. [113 words]
To Normandy by Ashley Burdett This is a poem to immortalize the D-Day seize at Normandy. [1,173 words]
Tidal Purgatory by Fermin Moreno Gonzalez Mourning poem. [119 words]
Thought by J P About how nothing exciting happens or something like that. [22 words]
The Hermit by Fermin Moreno Gonzalez Mystical poem. [127 words]
Self Doubt! by Peter De Dee A tormented mind of mixed understanding, and pain. [73 words]
Scales Of Fate by Kishore Daswani Again.... for you to decide. [51 words]
Sacrifices by Jeanette Lero - [123 words]
Pals! by Peter De Dee Childhood friendships. [72 words]
On Being Invisible by Nitro Has anyone ever really heard what you have to say? If they did, would they care? [354 words]
My Vaulted Love by Fermin Moreno Gonzalez Gloomy poem. [182 words]
Mother Earth! by Peter De Dee Will we ever learn it doesn't belong to us. [74 words]
Lost Remorse by Alex Wellington The poem itself is an expression of the hopelessness of life in this day and age and a loging for ... [26 words]
Letters From Terrestre by Jane Byron hm. [332 words]
Its Life! by Peter De Dee Don't take it to seriously. [65 words]
Innes by J P Just about having a crush. [103 words]
I Remember by Kishore Daswani This poem is pretty much how I felt around the first girl I fell in love to. [68 words]
I Am My Own Greatest Enemy. by Olef Ransom Saulles - [16 words]
Grim-Winged Meeting by Fermin Moreno Gonzalez Short-short poem. [28 words]
Gentleness! by Peter De Dee To learn, To teach! [86 words]
Farewell, Love by Fermin Moreno Gonzalez Farewell poem. [124 words]
Ebony And Ice by Fermin Moreno Gonzalez Fantasy prose poem. [463 words]
Drowning... by Lisa Diaz-Meyer Says it all... don't ya think? [31 words]
Ballad Of The Two Stakes by Fermin Moreno Gonzalez Horror epic poem. [605 words]
A Daughters Love by D Angel This poem is in response to a concerned father's letter. [152 words]
Willow Tree by Ashley Burdett Why does the Willow Tree weep? My interpretation... [182 words]
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Suffer Little Children by The Workshop For the 700 missing children in South Africa. [73 words]
Let Me Love You by L M Long About loving the same "soul" through more than one physical life. [143 words]
Just Be My Friend by Susan T Fisher Learning to be "just" a friend. [103 words]
It's Not My Fault Now by Susan T Fisher Growing up in a disfunctional family situation, living with pain and embarrassment. [100 words]
Inwardly by Lizzy Bryan Just read it. [124 words]
I Could Tell U by Lizzy Bryan I love him,but apparently I'm involved with someone else. Complicated :( [170 words]
Found by Rita A. Wheeler - [59 words]
Defeated by Rita A. Wheeler - [56 words]
Decision by Mandi Daddona When faced with life choices, and you are too confused to even think anymore, just write... [86 words]
A Special Gift by Donna R Foster This is a poem that I wrote in memory of my 13 yr. old niece Felicia Ann Wright... It's a beauti... [712 words]
A Constant Love by Samantha Carter - [229 words]
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Stumble by Christy Mack The way it feels sometimes, to be truly sad, and alone. [167 words]
Sexual Haiku by R. D. Partee No brain surgery here, it's haiku. Save the applause for sonnets. [16 words]
Over The Pass And Home by R. D. Partee A love affair between a man and his place in the world. [68 words]
King Arthur by Ashley Burdett There is a story often told by the natives in Dover, England. This is a retelling of that story. In... [1,512 words]
High Haiku by Carl It's a haiku about me, Carl. [15 words]
Herod's Christmas List by Glyn Norman As I was walking one day, the stunning and horrific thought hit me that what Herod wante... [207 words]
Echoes by Susan T Fisher Recalling memories that have long since past. [122 words]
Dismay by Sarah Levine Sahara It's about my school...won an award for most oppressive school in America [133 words]
Vacation by Nelly B Capra Vacation means emptying out. [51 words]
The First With My Last by Richard Lynch A man's first time with the last woman he'll ever be with. [138 words]
Searching The Universe by Samantha Carter We search, in everything, for the one thing in which we find it hardest to believe or tr... [28 words]
Random Thoughts by P Robinson Broadhurst Visions about the Columbine shootings. Sadly, the visions continue. [114 words]
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I Want Burning by Lissa N Metz-Gomez - [62 words]
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Carrier Waves by Richard Lynch - [584 words]
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The Story Of The Ages Is Under The Still Limelight by Mary Jo Javier - [100 words]
The Poet by Robert M Hensel - [161 words]
The Old-Fashioned Nature Of Conflict by Mary Jo Javier - [120 words]
Romeo And Juliet by Ashley Burdett Love is unexplainable especially when it happens between two people who truly deserve it. [155 words]
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Kite by Ashley Burdett Does anyone know who truly calls us when they say our name? This is a perfect example. [96 words]
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Gossip by Christy Mack Deceitful people. [31 words]
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Church by Ashley Burdett A poem about the differences of the people you see in church each day. [241 words]
And That's The Going by Jennifer Marie Hendy To a "true" friend. [76 words]

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Bosstwon, Massojoos-Hits.
My first chapbook. Looking for a publisher.
[1,163 words]
Olef Ransom Saulles
[November 2004]
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Americas Burning, Excerpt. (Poetry) From a longer, unfinished poem. [239 words]
An American Summer (Genres) - [7,002 words]
Being (Poetry) Poem [124 words]
Daredevle (Poetry) 'they're' is intentional. I am striving for a three-dimensional quality to my writing. The rules of grammar are not always adhered to. [595 words]
Excerpts From Jury Duty, 1999 (Genres) - [1,473 words]
Happenstance At 79th And Broadway (Poetry) The Dublin House, NY. [154 words]
I Am My Own Greatest Enemy. (Poetry) - [16 words]
I Am The Depiction Of A Soul Unraveled (Poetry) - [90 words]
I Had No Idea Misery Compounded (Poetry) - [161 words]
Jeremiah (Poetry) A ballad concerning man and meaning. [378 words]
Jkpayson (Poetry) - [53 words]
Karen . . . (Poetry) - [85 words]
Laid Heavy In The Suicide Chair (Poetry) - [35 words]
My Blood Spills Out. (Poetry) - [80 words]
On The Water's Skin (Genres) - [821 words]
Poek (Genres) - [1,307 words]
Poem Thread (Poetry) - [110 words]
Proverbs Of A Mountain Man (Genres) - [736 words]
Sonnet (Poetry) - [81 words]
Bosstwon, Massojoos-Hits.
Olef Ransom Saulles

It took me a long time to learn how to say fuck you and mean it.

I am my own greatest enemy.
I suffer the laggards.
I weed through the static.
I milk fat tits.

you are somewhere in the space; and not silent
(though I am not hearing and seeing you in yesterday’s sun)
I could always pick you out in the crowd, the paint in your head dazzling
you have struck the splint against time, sparking loud and vibrantly
with quiet demeanor and modest ways.

She my love if I am a gentile hero.
The woman lay calm at the lapping waters. Her thighs running into the hills of hipbones. I looked at no one else. The fool was somewhere.
I saw her anew. She turned her head, from the sun, the same shadowy eyes without the congestion of misery I had known. She mouthed ‘ Hello’.
Inside I crumbled into the dead boy, raised my crumpled fingers slowly like a child, and smiled.
The angry fire extinguished I felt, finally, my age and hers.
Curiosity replaced with manner and reason. I looked at her saying, ‘I want to return to youth, to the burn.’
The smile was resolution, not gladness, knowing that all those bad decisions, all the destructiveness, anger, hatred, ruined lives, were sensible, historically, but I knew the fallacy of memory, the real anguish.
It didn’t matter; I would have taken her again.
I want to rectify the good byes, make them into the stories I was told my life would be. The more the earth spun the greater chance of me disappearing.

God damn them, they punch tiresome words.
I hate you - I want to tear the world apart.
I am the depiction of a soul unraveled
- Still, listing too quiet.
Friend, I haven't forgotten you.
We're dead to the world.
Separated by miles of waste at the front.
Hearing of myth but dying silent, obscure in the swirl of dusk with sleepy, dreaming eyes.

I am waiting for you to step from the train, to see you,
I am squinting like greeting the sun.
Wide eyed with quick meter
lunging, you are my one chance -
the towering moment.
I am impotent,
needing to lay on you a pioneers kiss.
Remove myself from this slow boil; span the world, limbs washed and clean.
The front quiet like the invisible sea.
I am a deserter.
Not from fear of death but from
fear of death.
I do not run but shout toward passive interpreters,
"Let me go. To feel her breath stutter in the morning. I bake the bread at dawn."
Early, with empty stomach, the air confronts -
I am confrontational.
Your picture hangs near me as a keepsake, meaning nothing.
I am desperate, too awake and
aware while the smell of decay urges, near and demanding.

On the Water’s Skin
Cold, too often to be fair in life
or broiling
when today wants.
Today: "I just want to confirm receipt."

Don't be sad, be happy, because, don't you know?
Happy is good.
Well, if happy good, what, in turn, good?
Probably just a chain of words to keep you searching for greater confirmation that good is right.
Oh! Here I go!
Right is proper is good is correct is punctual is exact is efficient is . . . working!
So be happy cause your working and that’s good!

I follow words?
I mean, I don’t lead them, do I?
I hear the angry boss tiring of me.
Frankly, I’m tired of him.
So we’ll snub each other before helping ourselves.
I keep thinking, ‘if I had a decent vehicle I might go farther.’
Meanwhile the motor rusts out back, long grass distorts and the neighbor hates having her dream interrupted – or corrupted.
‘Same fucking thing!’ I shout at her.
‘Stop cursing! You belittle yourself’ her response to me.
I recognize the distinction but is it relevant for me.

dedicated to
We the People,
A SEXtilLION jaws gnawed the bone.
When the scraps were pitched the people cooed.
I fold hands over crossed knee, sitting possessively alone before the monitor.
The phone abruptly rings, soon ringing again.

"Hello. May I speak with Fritz Winnegan."
"He’s not available."
"Well, may I speak to his wife?"
"He isn’t married. Who is this?"
"This is a business call. We’ll call back."
"He doesn’t ‘do’ business. He has a job. Who is this?"
"Well, I am with Sprint-MCI and we had hoped to offer -"
"Goddammit – you’re already his telephone company. He’s already a customer!"
"Sorry for the interruption."
"For fucks sake, leave us alone."

Mountains of ideas pile up.
I hear we are awash in newness,
that liberty bathes us in fine scents.
I think I’ll enjoy a bath today; the stink is all over me.
I try and read before dipping my hands in the temperate water.
Yellow tile, sun-dulled, and blue fluorescence of shower curtain reflect affectations from the waters skin.
My eyes repeat the last line read, the sentence spun as a log stuck by the prideful logger.
- stalemate -
I place the book on the toilet’s lid and join my hands to the bathwater.
The relaxed liquid absorbs me, gravity cedes and I ease –
forgetting to be a man destroyed by the earth’s mass.

I tried again to light the sky with glory.
As before (indistinguishable from the earth).
Only more lethargy coming.
Laid heavy in the suicide chair but could not find absence attracting.
I play my records over and over.

I wish I could be trivial with you, laughing as if we were friends.

The non-smoker vomited and struck a chord
One not unfamiliar with the clarinet
A funny look shook the stars from their harnesses and an empty voice chuckled

Long lines defeat the spirit (and traffic blunts your edge).
I’m driving, an American pragmatic; defiant, appeasing and accommodating,
over and under paved roads, bouncing on the unprepared.
Cutting barren paths in lush desire,

Like an infant suckling
I shift my glance toward you
Raise my tongue with heightened cries
Fierce melee’
Sincere repentance
A barrel of words
Empty, dry
Split wood bound in creaking pain
I cannot take your stifling rhetoric, youthful cliches
I need nourishment,
A bathing of limbs
To feel fresh faced
To smell good

Angel’s harp struck the neon glare mad on sheeted paths.
Greeting me like good friends traveling through turbulent nights.
Then through rustic gates, anticipation thickens like country gravy.
The humble gather spared a warm deliverance.
Sweat functions like compressed steam; labors to escape.
Drink – 2 – 3 – 4 – 5 – 6 - . . .
Taut fibers unbound.
Pupils focus on brass fixture, depicted mahogany.
A sliver between the frame and door offers a glance at the pedestrian traffic:
Glamorous bands sharing blood and soil.
I focus on a hard woman, with cherry burning.
She rises, the image ground and sinking.
Blaring refrain.
Glass grinds into sand.
Black is flesh beaten.
White is flesh neglected.
I hate the street,
hate congestion.
These spoils of gold in the blood remain communal.
So now I am burnt.
But warm to the touch, remembering my father’s rebuke:
Everybody’s shit stinks.

Standing at that point
between the yard and the field
I see a silhouette dancing.
Her metaphysical self embracing the linen,
the shadows of her hands tickling.
I am laughing.

These moments a man should never have:
Riding passenger at 31 years, thinking ‘I am past the nothing more.’
My core unravels bound by cheap glue.
Even my breath smells of obscurity, or

Fuck you.



"Interesting choice of style. You never cease to amaze me. Later Algie." -- R. Bennett Okerstrom.
" 'I wish I could be trivial with you, laughing as if we were friends.' That pretty much sums it up for me." -- M. Ruffian.
"Olef... hi. Been a while, since I've read your work. It seems your style has altered a little. I am wondering if you're still that "...starving artist..."? I am still blown away by your mind, here, as in past works." -- Kimberly.
"Thanks Kimberly. I stopped posting for a bit because of school work and lack of replies but I through some revisions up after the semester. I noticed you had vanished from here as well. Its nice to hear from you." -- olef.
"Kimberly: If you come around again have a go at 'An American Summer'. Its raw and just a first draft but it gives a taste of my personal life. Hope to hear something from you again. Send me an email, let me know what you're up to." -- olef.


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