last word
written by omegadrax
07:25 AM 5/28/04
Poem Style: none
Author Category: poetry.com
Looking out of the window on floor 3 of 5,
Watching little ants in their little cars.
Watching little ants with little smiles,
And little laughs and little victories.
Please, when it comes, make mine peaceful.
Sitting in the back, in a cubicle unnamed,
Not thinking about my work almost complete,
And the reaper standing at the time clock.
The reaper standing with my final paycheck.
Please, before it comes, let me call my mom.
Waiting, crossing "t's" and dotting "i's".
So much more that I could have done,
Have said, Have written, but it always
Comes down to the final page,
To the final sentence.
But, please, before it ends
Let me have the last word. |
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The Wall of the Mind Shattered
written by omegadrax
07:27 AM 5/28/04
Poem Style: none
Author Category: poetry.com
The wall must come down.
I am going to town to free James Brown,
But I will be back and that's a fact.
Mark did you fight at Jericho?
I was there. I was the wall
I swear. With the fingers
For you to look through.
What did you do? Did you spy?
With yon eye? What did you see?
Did she hold me tight?
All through the night?
My mind was elsewhere,
My mind was broken. Am I the token?
And you Mr. Boyd, tell Mr. Floyd
And those damn kids
To leave me alone. Throw me a bone.
The wall must come down. |
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Five Years Past
written by omegadrax
07:29 AM 5/28/04
Poem Style: none
Author Category: poetry.com
The times we shared were good
And they were bad (describes the
Normal life doesn't it?)
My dad, my loving father
Asked me once,
"Do you miss her?"
I laughed it off.
"Yes, I miss her. . .
But, I back up and
Try again."
I really didn't miss her.
I really don't miss her. |
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untitled (10/01/93)
written by omegadrax
01:44 PM 5/30/04
Poem Style: none
Author Category:1993
upon examination, an octahedral symmetry,
but upon magnification, you realize that it has no
symmetry at all. there is no rotational axis because
of a fairly brown indentation towards the middle,
a brown spot about 120 degrees counterclockwise
from the top and a blackish (possibly future spot
for mold) indentation towards the bottom 180
degrees from the brown spot. the vertical plane
is disrupted by the above discrepancies.
the horizontal planes is mainly disregarded
because of the top being fairly larger in
circumference. there are also multitudes of little
white spots covering the green exterior.
upon excavation of the interior,
unlike the exterior,
it is soft, juicy and white of color.
it has a tangy taste that burns like acid
on my sour throat. |
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marilyn monroe
written by omegadrax
01:47 PM 5/30/04
Poem Style: none
Author Category: 1995
rescue, all i can think of is
rescue. trapped alone on a dismal island
with you. i really don't
count you, but there you sit with
no clue. blond, beautiful, the apple
of someone's eye.
minutes, become hours, hours become
years, annoyances become worries, worries become
fears.
for lack of companionship, i
move closer to you.
we talk, we walk, we really get to know each other.
we talk, we walk, we really could have been something.
rescue.
and years later
sitting at my desk
for the life of me
i can't remember
your name. |
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the gun
written by omegadrax
02:31 PM 5/30/04
Poem Style: none
Author Category: 1993
i am the finger
that points in your direction
that is the substance of your nightmares
i need no provocation
just a will to do the deed
and something to gain
i am the finger
that pulls the trigger
i am the trigger
the quick trigger
the slow trigger
i am the connection between
you and your destiny
i am the bond between the living
and the dead
i am the trigger that
brings forth chaos
brings forth the bullet
i am the bullet
with a thought
i move faster than thought
i bring an ending to your
creation
i am the pill that you find
hard to swallow
i am the one you never
want to see
i am the chaos
bringer of change
i am your death |
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poets
written by omegadrax
02:35 PM 5/30/04
Poem Style: none
Author Category: 1993
robert creeley
louise gluck
theodore roethke
charles simic
william carlos williams
percy bysshe shelley
samuel taylor coleridge
(despair, oh might despair, i will never be the man,
the poet, i wish you to see. where is my talent?
my superb skill with words and phrases?
do i have common will with a common pen?
words do your damage, make men feel and make
women kill in rage.
no sounds like creeley, no images like gluck.
despair for the weak when down the mighty look.
poe brought me terror, shivering with delight.
my words are nothing in his dark light.
pain in my nothingness, i wish to be more than
i am. goddess of prose and poetry give me more.)
e.e. cummings
william shakespeare |
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i love you like a weed
written by omegadrax
11:59 AM 6/1/04
Poem Style: none
Author Category: 2003
i looked in my heart
and found you there
i pulled you out and
tossed you out.
the next day you were
back in my heart and
were now in my bed
and in my shower
i called the ortho man
he couldn't help me
i called weed-be-gone
they couldn't help me
i kept pulling and pulling
you kept growing and spreading
pulling and pulling
growing and spreading
and then when times got hard
and the weather turned chilly
you were gone,
my fair weather friend
while i suffer, i smile
because i have the peace
yet i cry, because i know
you will be back next season |
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i love you like a pot
written by omegadrax
12:01 PM 6/1/04
Poem Style: none
Author Category: 2003
i held the clay in my hands
and molded the pot to my design
you held my hands and
kept them steady
i fired the oven
and cooked the pot with love
you were the fire that
tempered the love
i cooled the pot
and looked upon it's beauty
you are the beauty that
fills the pot with love |
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kitchen
written by omegadrax
12:02 PM 6/1/04
Poem Style: none
Author Category: 2003
I was sleeping
And like a victim two seconds unaware
I was smiling
I was dreaming
I heard a crying
And like a father I was moving
I was running
You were creeping
I heard a splashing
Much like some children playing
I wasn’t laughing
You were spreading
You splashed and crashed
And poured in all of my crevices
You spread and I was dead
On the inside, You are the nemesis
And you would have laughed
If you had a voice and lips
To smile while I cried.
I was sleeping
And like a victim left for dead
I stopped breathing
While you were creeping |
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toledo zero
written by omegadrax
09:44 PM 6/5/04
Poem Style: none
Author Category: 1995
a frozen inland lake
somewhere deep in africa
the mystery of the unknown
better left undiscovered
many would witness
the oddity
some would praise
the power of God
few would curse
the reliability of science
several would ignore
the surity of the end
only one would
go mad
because the odds
were against
him |
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emerald city
written by omegadrax
12:58 AM 6/12/04
Poem Style: none
Author Category: 1995
i passed by the emerald city,
because all my miracles i bring with me.
i won't ask for brains, for courage, or for heart
because i've had them from the start
i won't ask to be sent home.
i'm better off alone.
i passed by the emeral city.
the wizard has nothing there for me. |
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godlike
written by omegadrax
01:13 AM 6/12/04
Poem Style: none
Author Category: 1995
God,
bigger and/or/but smaller,
shorter and/or/but taller,
a lot less spiritual,
a lot more habitual,
very much more fleshed out,
very much more a clout,
same soul,
a drop in his bowl,
is
more and/or/but less,
me. |
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army of spring
written by omegadrax
05:03 PM 8/29/04
Poem Style: none
Author Category: 2000
alone
in a parking lot of
a quiet VFW in
a quiet town is
where i saw them
multitudes
marching towards the expressway
out from the wheat and
around the houses and
between the trees
the dandelions
millions
and millions and i
paul revere must
warn the small quiet town
of the coming
army of spring |
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