Submissions by Casted_Runes (Mr Karswell)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write poetry on a range of subjects and in a range of styles. My privacy is extremely important to me, though I hope that you enjoy my work and that I enjoy yours.
LOVE POEM
Published
19th Apr 2022 00:37am
19th Apr 2022 00:37am
Father & Baby Care
I can forgive that you
made me
feel dirty and unloved
because there was a time
when you were confused too
and found your own path
away from that.
and so were trying in your way
to pull the bracken from the path,
to show me where it lay.
but when you did
the bracken struck my face
and blinded me to you
and thus to me as well.
and when I cried you couldn’t see
for you were blinded too,
and anger was the only path you knew,
so stormed it like a lost soldier
and only made...
made me
feel dirty and unloved
because there was a time
when you were confused too
and found your own path
away from that.
and so were trying in your way
to pull the bracken from the path,
to show me where it lay.
but when you did
the bracken struck my face
and blinded me to you
and thus to me as well.
and when I cried you couldn’t see
for you were blinded too,
and anger was the only path you knew,
so stormed it like a lost soldier
and only made...
#fatherhood
254 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Apr 2022 9:53pm
17th Apr 2022 9:53pm
For the Worst Poet
to William McGonagall, 1825 to 1902, popularly regarded as an extremely bad poet
You may have been too lost
in forms that other people use, sometimes,
trying to wear Lord Tennyson’s clothes,
to pluck a daffodil with Wordsworth’s hands,
but all your heart was somewhere in those lines.
I picture you walking to Balmoral
to ask Victoria, and thus Victorians,
to make you national poet.
How your legs must have hurt!
(In serving your thoughts and feelings.)
And how it must have hurt when you were told
that she wasn’t home,...
You may have been too lost
in forms that other people use, sometimes,
trying to wear Lord Tennyson’s clothes,
to pluck a daffodil with Wordsworth’s hands,
but all your heart was somewhere in those lines.
I picture you walking to Balmoral
to ask Victoria, and thus Victorians,
to make you national poet.
How your legs must have hurt!
(In serving your thoughts and feelings.)
And how it must have hurt when you were told
that she wasn’t home,...
#WritingPoetry
262 reads
3 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
17th Apr 2022 7:52pm
17th Apr 2022 7:52pm
The Lamb and the Scapegoat
a poem for Easter
A white-chocolate lamb is placed
on a dark-wood table and cracked,
to be eaten in shards by all attendees
gathered in the town hall’s upper chamber,
as about 2,000 years ago
something similar happened.
A white-chocolate lamb is placed
on a dark-wood table and cracked,
to be eaten in shards by all attendees
gathered in the town hall’s upper chamber,
as about 2,000 years ago
something similar happened.
#Easter
336 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
17th Apr 2022 11:27am
17th Apr 2022 11:27am
A Victim
He’d rather not be doing it,
he’d rather be alone.
But men are only real
when they’re as hard as stone.
he’d rather be alone.
But men are only real
when they’re as hard as stone.
#violence
#masculinity
431 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
17th Apr 2022 1:01am
17th Apr 2022 1:01am
For a Late Friend
I didn’t know you’d left
until I saw your tomb
stretched out in tears and memories,
a timeline of despair and love.
I wish I could have stretched
across the years of space
and been what you needed,
and been enough for you
as well as me.
I wish I could have been a man
and that you were still a woman.
until I saw your tomb
stretched out in tears and memories,
a timeline of despair and love.
I wish I could have stretched
across the years of space
and been what you needed,
and been enough for you
as well as me.
I wish I could have been a man
and that you were still a woman.
#love
323 reads
4 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Apr 2022 00:12am
17th Apr 2022 00:12am
learning to disappear
once when I was small
I hid among books
in my school’s library
now that I’m big
I can go back to where I came from
I hid among books
in my school’s library
now that I’m big
I can go back to where I came from
#SelfWorth
370 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Apr 2022 11:29am
16th Apr 2022 11:29am
To the concept of Pride
would you turn me away
for admitting that I sometimes think
that I could love a woman
like I’d love a man
just as I felt that I’d be turned away
for admitting that I thought
that I could love men
in ways that men love women
for admitting that I sometimes think
that I could love a woman
like I’d love a man
just as I felt that I’d be turned away
for admitting that I thought
that I could love men
in ways that men love women
#love
#LGBT
262 reads
5 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
16th Apr 2022 4:13am
16th Apr 2022 4:13am
a dual
sometimes I’m human
and sometimes I’m not
sometimes I wear my father’s clothes -
blue boiler suit and working boots -
and sometimes my mother’s necklace,
rattling like stones underfoot
both beast and boy
and girl and alien
exist inside my thoughts, feelings
I cannot strip away each thing
and find a cogent whole
to jump in
I cannot remove my mother’s necklace.
Like the villainess of an old Italian horror film
I’m pulled by it against the mesh
of an elevator cage
and decapitated.
...
and sometimes I’m not
sometimes I wear my father’s clothes -
blue boiler suit and working boots -
and sometimes my mother’s necklace,
rattling like stones underfoot
both beast and boy
and girl and alien
exist inside my thoughts, feelings
I cannot strip away each thing
and find a cogent whole
to jump in
I cannot remove my mother’s necklace.
Like the villainess of an old Italian horror film
I’m pulled by it against the mesh
of an elevator cage
and decapitated.
...
#identity
269 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Apr 2022 6:31pm
15th Apr 2022 6:31pm
To monsters
I’m sorry that someone
wiped their feet on your soul
and while you need to pay
for what you took
it would be helpful if someone helped you
to clean the tread-marks off
wiped their feet on your soul
and while you need to pay
for what you took
it would be helpful if someone helped you
to clean the tread-marks off
#violence
378 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Apr 2022 3:44pm
15th Apr 2022 3:44pm
In art...
..what you say
means more than what you are
your voice
should be what’s heard
and mouth unseen
a tune
without a tune-maker
an angel-song
without a harp
a you
without a You
means more than what you are
your voice
should be what’s heard
and mouth unseen
a tune
without a tune-maker
an angel-song
without a harp
a you
without a You
#art
263 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Apr 2022 00:40am
15th Apr 2022 00:40am
Trying to Talk with a Man
i never thought how it must feel
to have to be a mountain -
immovable, impassable -
when you don’t always feel like one
i never thought how it must hurt
when all that comes your way is cars
and you’ve been told to be a road,
though even roads can get potholes
i never dreamed that being you
was hard, too lost in my own pain.
that when you told me how it felt
to be sent back to stand
among the grease fryers, unseen,
as pretty ones were placed upfront,
that you weren’t just lying to me
to have to be a mountain -
immovable, impassable -
when you don’t always feel like one
i never thought how it must hurt
when all that comes your way is cars
and you’ve been told to be a road,
though even roads can get potholes
i never dreamed that being you
was hard, too lost in my own pain.
that when you told me how it felt
to be sent back to stand
among the grease fryers, unseen,
as pretty ones were placed upfront,
that you weren’t just lying to me
#masculinity
259 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Apr 2022 9:05pm
14th Apr 2022 9:05pm
empathy’s reflection
before you can be selfless
you must be selfish
before you can discard yourself
you must have a self to discard
you must be selfish
before you can discard yourself
you must have a self to discard
#love
444 reads
3 Comments
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