Submissions by CruelHandedWriter (Jamie Rhodes)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Aug 2024 4:59pm
29th Aug 2024 4:59pm
Toxic Masculinity
There’s no more soothing a sound
as the sound your own voice
-inside your own head- makes
half way down that unlit road,
the sand dunes on either side,
as you let the dogs off the leash
and light a cigarette
at some time past ten pm
when you realise
that of all those paths you crossed…
The ones who sought
to do you harm.
The ones who might still seek
to do you harm
could arrive here…
and the life that you have chosen,
and lived,
and honoured,
and toiled with,
would drop them all
-almost...
as the sound your own voice
-inside your own head- makes
half way down that unlit road,
the sand dunes on either side,
as you let the dogs off the leash
and light a cigarette
at some time past ten pm
when you realise
that of all those paths you crossed…
The ones who sought
to do you harm.
The ones who might still seek
to do you harm
could arrive here…
and the life that you have chosen,
and lived,
and honoured,
and toiled with,
would drop them all
-almost...
#fatherhood
#God
#strength
143 reads
1 Comment
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
12th Jul 2024 1:24pm
12th Jul 2024 1:24pm
The noise a whistling kettle makes
I sighed that sound, but there wasn’t the release promised by my mechanical counterparts. Just a deeper sense of acknowledgement of a need for release. I have no interest in spiralling out of control, that self-indulgent firework display is for the amateurs. You know, to take my mind off things, I read a few of your poems, and I just found myself wondering where the human-beings fall to next. Fingers slipping into panties amidst twaddle and rhyme. There’s that whistling kettle again. I wonder what the world looks like to you? Do you look? Or do you write words in your head and then project...
#death
#fear
#identity #love
#identity #love
246 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
10th Jul 2024 4:35pm
10th Jul 2024 4:35pm
A Suicide Poem
I wish she could see me,
maybe ten years prior to now.
Walking down strange streets
with almost strangers
like nothing less than a king.
Wanting eyes
bouncing off the surface
of one another.
We didnt care where we were going,
but we always knew where we’d end up
or some other cliche like that.
In a sense, I was taking on the world,
and with every small battle
there would be someone there
lusting after me
as much as I lusted after them,
(A man can do whatever he sets his mind to
when a...
maybe ten years prior to now.
Walking down strange streets
with almost strangers
like nothing less than a king.
Wanting eyes
bouncing off the surface
of one another.
We didnt care where we were going,
but we always knew where we’d end up
or some other cliche like that.
In a sense, I was taking on the world,
and with every small battle
there would be someone there
lusting after me
as much as I lusted after them,
(A man can do whatever he sets his mind to
when a...
#regret
#relationships
164 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Jul 2024 2:19pm
9th Jul 2024 2:19pm
One for the lack of a road
So, I’m sat here
drinking a beer
after another beer
and the dogs…
Well, the dogs
are unlikely to make it out
for their evening walk
and I promised
it would never be like this.
I’m getting to a point in life
where I can call you ‘kid’
and not feel so uneasy about it,
so let me tell you kid,
there’s going to be some times,
when you can’t do it all
the way you promised.
You just have to let what helps
help,
don’t get too wound up in that
one step forward lecture
you give yourself
on...
drinking a beer
after another beer
and the dogs…
Well, the dogs
are unlikely to make it out
for their evening walk
and I promised
it would never be like this.
I’m getting to a point in life
where I can call you ‘kid’
and not feel so uneasy about it,
so let me tell you kid,
there’s going to be some times,
when you can’t do it all
the way you promised.
You just have to let what helps
help,
don’t get too wound up in that
one step forward lecture
you give yourself
on...
#identity
#inspirational
#LifeStruggles
128 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
29th Nov 2022 6:46am
29th Nov 2022 6:46am
Love
I write in to the early hours.
Awoken by her moving through the house
preparing for work.
That necessity swallowing her up
for the waking day.
Soon it will be more.
Soon there will be only moments.
What we know now as life
will become work.
And in loving her
I have to allow her to tread that path.
Support her as her mind and body
react to the side-effects of exchanging oneself
for income.
I will wake up, ready to start the day.
My day.
She will leave.
I will end my day and close my eyes. ...
Awoken by her moving through the house
preparing for work.
That necessity swallowing her up
for the waking day.
Soon it will be more.
Soon there will be only moments.
What we know now as life
will become work.
And in loving her
I have to allow her to tread that path.
Support her as her mind and body
react to the side-effects of exchanging oneself
for income.
I will wake up, ready to start the day.
My day.
She will leave.
I will end my day and close my eyes. ...
#love
#loneliness
#nightmares
#sacrifice
#job
522 reads
4 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
19th May 2022 12:18pm
19th May 2022 12:18pm
The Hardest of Days
#depression
#loneliness
#suicide
#shadows
#weakness
844 reads
7 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
18th May 2022 10:48am
18th May 2022 10:48am
As short as it gets
In falling in love with you
I learned that you know
very little of the word.
I learned that you know
very little of the word.
#love
#breakup
567 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
30th Apr 2022 7:24pm
30th Apr 2022 7:24pm
The lady with the two little white dogs
I see her almost every night
just before 1am.
She looks like a million dollars
If a million dollars weren't lined
with greed, selfishness, corruption,
and slavery.
If a million dollars were just peace,
wise choices,
and self preservation.
The result of good, honest hard work.
I wonder who she is.
If she's lovable.
If there is a man at home
who lets her walk their dogs
at this hour.
If I were him I would be hand in hand with her.
Looking down at our little white canine children
and smiling.
just before 1am.
She looks like a million dollars
If a million dollars weren't lined
with greed, selfishness, corruption,
and slavery.
If a million dollars were just peace,
wise choices,
and self preservation.
The result of good, honest hard work.
I wonder who she is.
If she's lovable.
If there is a man at home
who lets her walk their dogs
at this hour.
If I were him I would be hand in hand with her.
Looking down at our little white canine children
and smiling.
#love
#women
#money #greed
#money #greed
592 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
26th Apr 2022 6:36pm
26th Apr 2022 6:36pm
Can’t teach an old dog how to be a rabbit
#loneliness
#relationships
#conflict #sex
#conflict #sex
509 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
1st May 2021 5:37am
1st May 2021 5:37am
A short one
Be grateful your cigarettes survived the rain
As your heart did the winter
As your heart did the winter
#courage
481 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
1st May 2021 5:25am
1st May 2021 5:25am
Deep breaths into empty stomachs
It was a god-given right
to wake up on days much like this one
have the bile rearrange itself in to narrative
maybe listen to some Rachmaninoff piano concertos
anything to work through the nausea.
Suddenly I possess the spine of some older creature
ass cheeks, thighs and prick sticking to the vinyl chair covering
some lousy joke about peeling myself off
not really looking at anything
not wanting to be looked at.
What is there to love about a room full of people
singing ‘Sweet Caroline’
temporarily in love with each other. ...
to wake up on days much like this one
have the bile rearrange itself in to narrative
maybe listen to some Rachmaninoff piano concertos
anything to work through the nausea.
Suddenly I possess the spine of some older creature
ass cheeks, thighs and prick sticking to the vinyl chair covering
some lousy joke about peeling myself off
not really looking at anything
not wanting to be looked at.
What is there to love about a room full of people
singing ‘Sweet Caroline’
temporarily in love with each other. ...
#loneliness
#LifeStruggles
#music
#alcohol
#aging
685 reads
4 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Mar 2020 3:50pm
5th Mar 2020 3:50pm
I never realised it was so easy to be a writer
You can avoid all the rejection letters
If you just follow these seven steps:
Avoid too many personal pronouns
And distance yourself a little.
Don’t do it when you’re on fire
Or loaded.
Lower your blood pressure
Breathe easy and check your punctuation
Always keep an ear to what’s trending.
Re-work your work,
Keep checking it over
Until there’s nothing left of you
on the page
And eventually they’ll pat you on the back
And it must feel good.
because you finally made it.
They told you not many do, ...
If you just follow these seven steps:
Avoid too many personal pronouns
And distance yourself a little.
Don’t do it when you’re on fire
Or loaded.
Lower your blood pressure
Breathe easy and check your punctuation
Always keep an ear to what’s trending.
Re-work your work,
Keep checking it over
Until there’s nothing left of you
on the page
And eventually they’ll pat you on the back
And it must feel good.
because you finally made it.
They told you not many do, ...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords #art
#PowerOfWords #art
825 reads
7 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by CruelHandedWriter (Jamie Rhodes)
