Submissions by AdamW
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I live close to the river thames in kent, england with my beautiful lady. I am much more influenced by the wonderful ocean of poetry from the past than by any social or political fashions of the day,
Ground Nesting
When all the animals that could leapt up
to play our icons of virtue,
and all the animals that could dived low
that each might rise again at will,
the lapwing turned to grass and her eggs stone.
Through her field we stroll unaware.
Like thunder enraged beasts colour the air:
all-round heroes of Aesop.
I am the invisible one, my call
a ricochet of the north wind.
I am grass; my eggs, stone. As seasons fade
my projects come to fruition.
We can admit we have walked a circle
with no idea of its centre. ...
to play our icons of virtue,
and all the animals that could dived low
that each might rise again at will,
the lapwing turned to grass and her eggs stone.
Through her field we stroll unaware.
Like thunder enraged beasts colour the air:
all-round heroes of Aesop.
I am the invisible one, my call
a ricochet of the north wind.
I am grass; my eggs, stone. As seasons fade
my projects come to fruition.
We can admit we have walked a circle
with no idea of its centre. ...
#nature
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Adam's Humanity
Allow that the least atom may be separated from all else:
this was my position.
Darkness, or rather nothingness
in every direction,
and every second identical.
As my fears that I must be asleep, drugged, dead or worse
shrank like stars of the morning
I knew their fate to be like mine
and emptiness, darkness or nothingness
was not really so bad!
It was now I saw as if with eyes
a bright ribbon (grant me a whim: I will withhold the colour)
as vivid as any I might...
this was my position.
Darkness, or rather nothingness
in every direction,
and every second identical.
As my fears that I must be asleep, drugged, dead or worse
shrank like stars of the morning
I knew their fate to be like mine
and emptiness, darkness or nothingness
was not really so bad!
It was now I saw as if with eyes
a bright ribbon (grant me a whim: I will withhold the colour)
as vivid as any I might...
#environment
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The Greedy And The Hungry Went To War...
guilty and innocent were keeping score
one step into dark, one step into light
a dance macabre betwixt wrong and right
to the boil they came together and cried
the greedy fed on fears, the hungry died
how could their minds murmer lest we forget
while trampling to oblivion their debt
the greedy and the hungry went to war
weeping and wailing grew just as before
one step to the left, one step to the right
for a tiny crumb an eternal fight
to the boil they came together and cried
greed yet rampant,...
one step into dark, one step into light
a dance macabre betwixt wrong and right
to the boil they came together and cried
the greedy fed on fears, the hungry died
how could their minds murmer lest we forget
while trampling to oblivion their debt
the greedy and the hungry went to war
weeping and wailing grew just as before
one step to the left, one step to the right
for a tiny crumb an eternal fight
to the boil they came together and cried
greed yet rampant,...
#inequality
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Up The Lane
Once more- to haunt the country lane;
the hollow and secret bower
of a melancholy refrain.
So fit it should begin to rain,
Autumn send her gloomy shower
once more to haunt the country lane.
We persist in similar vein,
in thrall to the timeless power
of a melancholy refrain:
Set free all sprites to walk again
if only for a brooding hour,
once more to haunt the country lane.
But purge from every moonstruck brain
the worm that blights the blue flowers
of a melancholy refrain. ...
the hollow and secret bower
of a melancholy refrain.
So fit it should begin to rain,
Autumn send her gloomy shower
once more to haunt the country lane.
We persist in similar vein,
in thrall to the timeless power
of a melancholy refrain:
Set free all sprites to walk again
if only for a brooding hour,
once more to haunt the country lane.
But purge from every moonstruck brain
the worm that blights the blue flowers
of a melancholy refrain. ...
#redemption
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