The Hick Poem by L Chapman I'm a Hick....this is my poem [288 words]
Waiting For My Guest by Mary Jo Javier - [115 words]
Visions From Hell And Others by Steven K Mitchell A collection of verse from the dark side: includes Bloodlust, Ripper, more. [1,277 words]
Victims by Richard Koss A satirical poem that tells it like it is. The poem confronts a disturbing trend in our society - trans... [255 words]
Unspoken Sentiments by Mary Jo Javier An account about the pain of rejection. [189 words]
Twenty-Eight by Ashley Burdett I wrote this poem for my parents' 28th wedding anniversary which was a few weeks ago. I admire the... [114 words]
Time by L Chapman - [170 words]
Through Me by L Chapman - [70 words]
Those Beautiful Eyes by Jessica G. This poem isn't deep, and it's not quite about love, but it's one of those deep love poems... [74 words]
Stop Your Complaining by Michael Hunter This doesn't strike me as a particularly novel idea, still, after another day of listenin... [151 words]
Ophelia by Redell Turner - [58 words]
Lost And Found by Richard Koss A poem that was originally written as a lyric several years ago for a country western song. [156 words]
Looking Through Glass by Mary Jo Javier - [54 words]
Just The Two Of Us by Ranay Mueller It's about being with the one you really love and just being there for eachother is all that... [166 words]
Jkpayson by Olef Ransom Saulles - [53 words]
I'm Bored by L Chapman - [95 words]
I Had No Idea Misery Compounded by Olef Ransom Saulles - [161 words]
Father by Candace Apple - [20 words]
Douglas Cliche Part Two by Richard Lynch - [255 words]
Consolations After The War by Mary Jo Javier - [132 words]
Chaos Derangements Vol. 1 by Tony Seljuk An excerpt. These are 3 poems from my first collection of poems and stories. [1,048 words]
Chairs by Mary Jo Javier - [34 words]
A Poem About Obscene Language by L Chapman - [153 words]
The Muse by John Thomas Barragan My poem that breaks down my view towards women, that they are not just objects, but queens that roam t... [198 words]
The 30 Seconds Poet by L Chapman - [123 words]
Sleep by L Chapman Another stupid poem [220 words]
Rice Krispy Treat Squares by L Chapman - [48 words]
Please Read My Poem - Again by Richard Koss The inspiration for this poem came to me after reading several poems (good and bad)... [195 words]
Being by Olef Ransom Saulles Poem [124 words]
Another Time by Ann Chu a plaintiff desire for a break from life [65 words]
The Saga Of Douglas Cliche - Part One by Richard Lynch Part one of a series. [243 words]
The Better Man by Richard Koss A poem about a lonely, young, soldier wating for a train to take him back to base. He becomes e... [238 words]
Sonnet by Olef Ransom Saulles - [81 words]
Poem Thread by Olef Ransom Saulles - [110 words]
My Blood Spills Out. by Olef Ransom Saulles - [80 words]
Home To You by Teresa Little Ever drive through the night with that one person traipsing through your mind? Wanting to fly, wis... [139 words]
Happenstance At 79th And Broadway by Olef Ransom Saulles The Dublin House, NY. [154 words]
Darkness by Kishore Daswani It is a poem about being alone, and the feeling that nobody cares if you are dead or not. [113 words]
Americas Burning, Excerpt. by Olef Ransom Saulles From a longer, unfinished poem. [239 words]
The Sound Of Lovers by Adagio A look at the sadness of lonliness against the contrast of love [147 words]
The Hunger Cult by Martin Rutley Short poem about greed, immorality, and coporate murder in a dying world. [80 words]
The Cartoon Vandals by Martin Rutley The new religion? [66 words]
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Olef Ransom Saulles
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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]
Bosstwon, Massojoos-Hits. (Poetry) My first chapbook. Looking for a publisher. [1,163 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]
Olef Ransom Saulles
The beat spoon fluttered in amber water, flashing chromate Morse code. Samuel thought on the mechanism, or reason, used to pound the organ into a laborer.
The day began poorly. He could not shit. He had been rushed in the morning; this broke momentum and his bowels lay thick inside.
He fasted through the day and into evening, so when the sun began to fall he was well and healed, and saw the good in things.
He felt the roll of time unraveling and experience evaporate into memory like the monofilament reeling off into darkness.
K. wanted once, with the aging day, to catch one last fish before we left, always sad returning to the mechanism, to temper the sharpness of our departure.
The last fish is fought and landed only in daydreams.
A snag interrupts her plans.
I want to show my father our life. Bring him here to the lake my wife and I have discovered. I think of showing him what I have learned myself through trial and study.
I am seeing large beautiful fish.
He stood happy on the deck of his boat, the mechanism at bay. I road with him to the hospital, he lay delirious, incoherent. We worked the snag and I, surviving, lost my hold on the man. Fishing became more important after the interruption. Why? Catching fish fulfills? My father, I guess now, wanted what I desire – gave me the curse for what I long for: autonomy.
Out under the thick sky, over lapping black waters the rushing world has left me alone and I believe that I may be happy, free.
Again a snag and suddenly I wonder why gear has to cost so much and why we must pay for everything.
I have proven inextricable against the deep rolling tides of molasses,
Of melancholy given with tepid ritual.
I only desire righteousness, the worded birth right
Or loose fitting roles consumed with consumption.
The land abutts a revision of holiness.
‘I carry the blade further.’
Bodies strewn as tinker toys, awash in personality stained blue.
Further studies have proven the authority correct – thankfully we may trust they’re intentions.
The fish slid up, aerating the content.
The rock lips out over the reflecting surface; deep beneath, eighteen feet.
Here I came with light gear, worms and minnows; I bring a basket for the dinner’s repose.
Looking south the sun fans its high across the channel. From my berth I see the star's hike through all points of day.
Two-pound test threads the swivel's eye;
I knot unorthodox. (Get out of the deep.)
The water glistens metaphor like. I baitfish because I remain a child. Once, dreaming of the monster at the lake’s bottom motivated. Now fear rides inspired.
The pole bows good, I set, the bluegill bulldozes. Nine inches. I need four or five that size for dinner. I throw the fish into the basket, the basket into the water.
I bring two poles; the other baited with three-inch shiners. The Crappie suspend here. The current breaks and pools just three feet of me drawing Walleye.
Typically I will bait the minnow first, as strikes are less frequent. This evening the worm fell first and busied me.
I came here to be by myself – to feel free to be myself.
So I fished and I thought many things into the water.
Imaging the floor, pebbles, fashioned stones rolling.
The utter darkness of night.
So dark I became fearful thinking too hard on it.
I purchased this land and fished it.
I paid for quiet and autonomy. I became an American with the rite. This, is my land.
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"Good job, I liked it. You're a natural." -- Kimberly De Liz.
"The search for autonomy is neverending. The cycle of life does not allow for it. We live, we die, we are reborn..never autonomous. You will be reunited with that which you seek during the cycle." -- Rbokie24, L-Town.
"what?" -- olef.
"I dunno. It sounded cool when I wrote it several months ago....it must be the water here in Detroit." -- Rbokie24.
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