Submissions by Insiderew (Rew)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
STORY POEM
Published
Yesterday 5:42pm
Yesterday 5:42pm
Little licit love.
When she shook her head, so full of curls,
I swear I heard a peal of bells
but she held me close, safe from the world,
as I nestled in her secret dell.
She had only but the two luxuries
french knickers of the smoothest silk
a porcelain cup for the drinking of her teas
of Coxon Belleek, in floral pink.
Her brassiere, mere cotton cups,
indeed hidden behind a high-necked blouse
which near forever was tightly buttoned up
untill inside, her little house.
There, her little helper's nimble fingers ...
I swear I heard a peal of bells
but she held me close, safe from the world,
as I nestled in her secret dell.
She had only but the two luxuries
french knickers of the smoothest silk
a porcelain cup for the drinking of her teas
of Coxon Belleek, in floral pink.
Her brassiere, mere cotton cups,
indeed hidden behind a high-necked blouse
which near forever was tightly buttoned up
untill inside, her little house.
There, her little helper's nimble fingers ...
#rhyming
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Nov 2020 8:42am
27th Nov 2020 8:42am
Haiku #5
Is Maradona
in the arms of Morpheus
or, the hand of God?
in the arms of Morpheus
or, the hand of God?
#haiku
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Nov 2020 5:36pm
26th Nov 2020 5:36pm
Her toy.
But Jason never held such gold
when his men cried look, he has the fleece!
it seems now that my soul was sold
with you dear child sat on my knee.
Blessing me with this wealth of life
my only child produced such joy
her prattling now so shrilly piped
as she takes my specks for her toy.
Her strength in limb and in my pride
I cry, see, how she grips my ears
and almost stands, 'tis all from I
and swear, 'tis nail which bring the tears.
when his men cried look, he has the fleece!
it seems now that my soul was sold
with you dear child sat on my knee.
Blessing me with this wealth of life
my only child produced such joy
her prattling now so shrilly piped
as she takes my specks for her toy.
Her strength in limb and in my pride
I cry, see, how she grips my ears
and almost stands, 'tis all from I
and swear, 'tis nail which bring the tears.
#rhyming
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Nov 2020 9:36am
26th Nov 2020 9:36am
Celebrations
Here, we burnt papists at the stake
with potatoes baking in their fire
scoffing parkin, toffees and ginger cake
unaware of Fawkes' dreadful hour.
The night before, 'twas mischievous night
kids ran riot attempted to steal
anything not nailed down that night tight
unaware of poor Katherine's ordeal.
When the kids were out as Samhain urchins
trick or treating urging folk to give
unaware of James the firsts' droll version
''do not suffer a witch to live.''
And on the night we sing hosanna's
for a rude...
with potatoes baking in their fire
scoffing parkin, toffees and ginger cake
unaware of Fawkes' dreadful hour.
The night before, 'twas mischievous night
kids ran riot attempted to steal
anything not nailed down that night tight
unaware of poor Katherine's ordeal.
When the kids were out as Samhain urchins
trick or treating urging folk to give
unaware of James the firsts' droll version
''do not suffer a witch to live.''
And on the night we sing hosanna's
for a rude...
#historical
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1 Comment
STORY POEM
Published
25th Nov 2020 4:49pm
25th Nov 2020 4:49pm
At the last
I have searched my mind for your brief presence
and have found no searching need be done
for without my mind i sense your essence
and without calling out, you have come.
That dalliance with all life before us
those promise's of future fruitful nights
calmed and soothed our foolish youthful lust
but you are here now and I see the light.
But I am fast stuck here in my future
and you are left back there alone in our past
if I could stitch with some magic sutures
time, we would be together again, at the last.
and have found no searching need be done
for without my mind i sense your essence
and without calling out, you have come.
That dalliance with all life before us
those promise's of future fruitful nights
calmed and soothed our foolish youthful lust
but you are here now and I see the light.
But I am fast stuck here in my future
and you are left back there alone in our past
if I could stitch with some magic sutures
time, we would be together again, at the last.
#dreams
19 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Nov 2020 8:49pm
24th Nov 2020 8:49pm
Missing.
She is a wraith as yet unformed
but for her eye I willed my growth
and excelled in truth I owe
gratitude and this unadorned,
by any attachment I gave her name
these were multiple the person one
who must be applauded for her brave
face, for the ordeal, yet to come.
Should I leave prints in feet of type
this measurement of poetic worth,
I can say, well, she gave me my birth
sorry, detractors, this ain't no hype
for I reached up to a higher state
and I have gone on to reinforce ...
but for her eye I willed my growth
and excelled in truth I owe
gratitude and this unadorned,
by any attachment I gave her name
these were multiple the person one
who must be applauded for her brave
face, for the ordeal, yet to come.
Should I leave prints in feet of type
this measurement of poetic worth,
I can say, well, she gave me my birth
sorry, detractors, this ain't no hype
for I reached up to a higher state
and I have gone on to reinforce ...
#rhyming
35 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Nov 2020 6:56pm
23rd Nov 2020 6:56pm
Spontaneous applause.
My children may be young, not very clean
but, tis enough, my fellow wights
if one can manage just to conceive
and go full term, to some great delight,
in receiving spontaneous applause
on producing a still-ink-wet child
in its wrinkled ugliness all adored
my faith in this is more than kind,
when crossing t's and dotting i's
I'm compelled onwards, perhaps, to please
and bring a light into unseen eyes
who recognised a simple soul's simple needs.
but, tis enough, my fellow wights
if one can manage just to conceive
and go full term, to some great delight,
in receiving spontaneous applause
on producing a still-ink-wet child
in its wrinkled ugliness all adored
my faith in this is more than kind,
when crossing t's and dotting i's
I'm compelled onwards, perhaps, to please
and bring a light into unseen eyes
who recognised a simple soul's simple needs.
#rhyming
26 reads
5 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
19th Nov 2020 9:41pm
19th Nov 2020 9:41pm
Haiku#4
i do not exist
except for the written word
i do not exist
except for the written word
i do not exist
#haiku
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STORY POEM
Published
17th Nov 2020 10:03pm
17th Nov 2020 10:03pm
Moloch
(Do not feed Moloch)
Most men will be unaware of this phrase
this command harking back to ancient times
if they knew of it, it would be ignored
they return to it time and time again
this comfort blanket formed from turgid flesh.
It is their best friend in times of crisis
perhaps they can't see further than the hand
in titillation of a piece of flesh
in feeding their rampant masculine pride
being in control, controlling the pace.
It is embedded in their laddish talk
a hand extended, here, so - meet the wife
a...
Most men will be unaware of this phrase
this command harking back to ancient times
if they knew of it, it would be ignored
they return to it time and time again
this comfort blanket formed from turgid flesh.
It is their best friend in times of crisis
perhaps they can't see further than the hand
in titillation of a piece of flesh
in feeding their rampant masculine pride
being in control, controlling the pace.
It is embedded in their laddish talk
a hand extended, here, so - meet the wife
a...
#historical
23 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
17th Nov 2020 9:32pm
17th Nov 2020 9:32pm
Your teacup.
In your photographic album
I with hungry eyes was searching there
found a studio of you rudely nude
not quite six months old with fairy hair.
Turning years further yet I nearly miss
a confirmation dress of wedingness
encased in shiny white a scrawny fawnish
lass, I remembered even then we'd caress and kiss.
Further on in time a turning of these pages
find every photo the two of us a coupled up
I'm calmer now the receding rage is,
sinking, my hand no longer shaking, your teacup.
I with hungry eyes was searching there
found a studio of you rudely nude
not quite six months old with fairy hair.
Turning years further yet I nearly miss
a confirmation dress of wedingness
encased in shiny white a scrawny fawnish
lass, I remembered even then we'd caress and kiss.
Further on in time a turning of these pages
find every photo the two of us a coupled up
I'm calmer now the receding rage is,
sinking, my hand no longer shaking, your teacup.
#rhyming
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th Nov 2020 8:07pm
15th Nov 2020 8:07pm
let go.
' What force could paint these autumn hues
and still the grasses daily growth
this brings our shutters down too soon
on my now, faltering, glow?''
'tis only the axis tilt, my love
of this old creaking planēt
and the sun's ray from far above
have become a thinner blanket.
''Why is the moon through yonder glass
so pale and thin I see quite through
and will i be, still, your loving lass
as when we said I do, we do?''
'tis...
and still the grasses daily growth
this brings our shutters down too soon
on my now, faltering, glow?''
'tis only the axis tilt, my love
of this old creaking planēt
and the sun's ray from far above
have become a thinner blanket.
''Why is the moon through yonder glass
so pale and thin I see quite through
and will i be, still, your loving lass
as when we said I do, we do?''
'tis...
#death
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STORY POEM
Published
12th Nov 2020 7:41pm
12th Nov 2020 7:41pm
Cinderella clothes
If I could dress her in finer hues
than these russet browns which kiss her head
that this careless autumn has bestowed
'tould be finer than Burns's rose of red.
And when dressed in clothes for bright springtime
which April showered would show her form
Herrick's Julia in his silken rime
would swoon thinking herself in verse reborn.
I would shower her in pearls and gems
and bring her the finest silken coat
and kiss her head with diamond diadem
and place golden gorgets round her throat.
But since I can but...
than these russet browns which kiss her head
that this careless autumn has bestowed
'tould be finer than Burns's rose of red.
And when dressed in clothes for bright springtime
which April showered would show her form
Herrick's Julia in his silken rime
would swoon thinking herself in verse reborn.
I would shower her in pearls and gems
and bring her the finest silken coat
and kiss her head with diamond diadem
and place golden gorgets round her throat.
But since I can but...
#ShortStory
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