Submissions by Insiderew (Rew)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
Yesterday 9:13pm
Yesterday 9:13pm
Sonnet to Anger
It might surprise how some mere current thought
can produce a line or two of a rhyme
and follow it it through as round mind words sought
without padding and without wasting time.
This so simple act of writing stuff down
has more effect than those sharp razor blades
or angry burns turning a crusty brown
generated as my idle brain raves.
There's calmness but, something else, sneaking up
as, I frantic, scribble down on this page
grateful hands reaches for something to cup
to calm this infernal internal rage.
It doesn't...
can produce a line or two of a rhyme
and follow it it through as round mind words sought
without padding and without wasting time.
This so simple act of writing stuff down
has more effect than those sharp razor blades
or angry burns turning a crusty brown
generated as my idle brain raves.
There's calmness but, something else, sneaking up
as, I frantic, scribble down on this page
grateful hands reaches for something to cup
to calm this infernal internal rage.
It doesn't...
#sonnet
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2021 10:11pm
2nd Mar 2021 10:11pm
A brief song to the stars
See the stars, beckoning us on
up beyond the clear blue sky,
and i, am itching to be gone
up beyond earth's blue sky.
See, the people, spreading out among
the stars, see how they fly,
and i, anon, am back where i belong,
a zillion trillion light years high.
up beyond the clear blue sky,
and i, am itching to be gone
up beyond earth's blue sky.
See, the people, spreading out among
the stars, see how they fly,
and i, anon, am back where i belong,
a zillion trillion light years high.
#rhyming
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2021 7:30pm
2nd Mar 2021 7:30pm
Gravely penned
It is a murderous art, this
(I'm vanishing inch by inch)
disappearing with my ink
I'm made of ink, or, perhaps piss
definitely piss, my words too pale
for good ink, my feet, both gone
penned to some page, my legs, not long
( i have a day or two while they remain,)
then thighs to eyes the brain above
these and that unravels as i write
(especially that) Cheshire cat style meanwhile
I shall pen, most gravely, get it dug
(I'm vanishing inch by inch)
disappearing with my ink
I'm made of ink, or, perhaps piss
definitely piss, my words too pale
for good ink, my feet, both gone
penned to some page, my legs, not long
( i have a day or two while they remain,)
then thighs to eyes the brain above
these and that unravels as i write
(especially that) Cheshire cat style meanwhile
I shall pen, most gravely, get it dug
#rhyming
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Mar 2021 1:23pm
1st Mar 2021 1:23pm
Flight of Fancy
I shall persevere with my dream
to be among those far flung stars,
as do those clever folk who scheme
to land a poet, up there, on Mars.
I've heard it called a desert world
a planet devoid of all life,
but I have seen the sunlight curve
round rocks like a mans arms, round his wife.
Curious, as I am, I've also heard
the whispering breeze shape the sand,
into the smoothest feminine curves
far finer than, Angelo's hand.
The graduations within those reds
from warlike across to gentle pink,
have spirited me...
to be among those far flung stars,
as do those clever folk who scheme
to land a poet, up there, on Mars.
I've heard it called a desert world
a planet devoid of all life,
but I have seen the sunlight curve
round rocks like a mans arms, round his wife.
Curious, as I am, I've also heard
the whispering breeze shape the sand,
into the smoothest feminine curves
far finer than, Angelo's hand.
The graduations within those reds
from warlike across to gentle pink,
have spirited me...
#rhyming
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5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
28th Feb 2021 4:00pm
28th Feb 2021 4:00pm
a Sonnet to a suitor.
The whole idea behind a sphincter
muscle, is that it is gas and water tight
in other words, stuff can get out but, erm
can not get back in, (i think that is right.)
Yes, a thermometer, this can get in
but, my love, it would take some little force
and it gets in because it is so thin
unless, one has got, like me, a small arse.
Well, that's that muscle covered, at a guess
and now my love, though i do love you so,
my heart's a muscle but it's tough, no less
so, if you want that other, the answer's, No!
There's a right...
muscle, is that it is gas and water tight
in other words, stuff can get out but, erm
can not get back in, (i think that is right.)
Yes, a thermometer, this can get in
but, my love, it would take some little force
and it gets in because it is so thin
unless, one has got, like me, a small arse.
Well, that's that muscle covered, at a guess
and now my love, though i do love you so,
my heart's a muscle but it's tough, no less
so, if you want that other, the answer's, No!
There's a right...
#lover
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DARK POEM
Published
28th Feb 2021 8:40am
28th Feb 2021 8:40am
5-7-5 x 11
I get knocked down, lots
'' but, you bounce back again, right ?''
my elastic snapped.
This tip is red hot
'' Gambling?'' No, a certainty.
''Odds on, you'll get burned.''
Cigarettes can soothe
'' which brand do you favour, most ? ''
ah, this one, of course.
cigarettes are...hot!
at least two thousand degrees
but, they do soothe, so...
'' 'gainst the law, ain't it
to advocate...
'' but, you bounce back again, right ?''
my elastic snapped.
This tip is red hot
'' Gambling?'' No, a certainty.
''Odds on, you'll get burned.''
Cigarettes can soothe
'' which brand do you favour, most ? ''
ah, this one, of course.
cigarettes are...hot!
at least two thousand degrees
but, they do soothe, so...
'' 'gainst the law, ain't it
to advocate...
#rhyming
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Feb 2021 8:19am
27th Feb 2021 8:19am
My goal
I have a few bricks, some sand some cement,
a bag of rags and a small hooky frame,
hammer and nails, bits of wood, a last, to mend
my old shoes, some other tools so I again,
can attempt with needle, thread, bits of wool,
to mould these strange things into a new whole,
when perched on my tiny writing stool
this is my reality, and, my goal.
a bag of rags and a small hooky frame,
hammer and nails, bits of wood, a last, to mend
my old shoes, some other tools so I again,
can attempt with needle, thread, bits of wool,
to mould these strange things into a new whole,
when perched on my tiny writing stool
this is my reality, and, my goal.
#anxiety
#LifeStruggles
#rhyming
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Feb 2021 6:52pm
26th Feb 2021 6:52pm
a Villanelle song
If I were lyrical this I could show
with some, fancy, poetical device,
how from the weeds red, red roses can grow,
to flush your cheek and to bring those a glow
to stop your tears and to cease your sighs,
if I were lyrical, this, I could show.
How from your sweet breath spring breezes will blow
your eyes, these, lend the light to blue the sky
so from the weeds red, red, roses can grow,
'twould cease your protests, these, no. no, nos
and turn the shadows, from...
with some, fancy, poetical device,
how from the weeds red, red roses can grow,
to flush your cheek and to bring those a glow
to stop your tears and to cease your sighs,
if I were lyrical, this, I could show.
How from your sweet breath spring breezes will blow
your eyes, these, lend the light to blue the sky
so from the weeds red, red, roses can grow,
'twould cease your protests, these, no. no, nos
and turn the shadows, from...
#rhyming
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DARK POEM
Published
24th Feb 2021 10:12am
24th Feb 2021 10:12am
Shotgun blast.
i'm so sensitive...
Some!Blokes!Would!Kick!Me!To! Death!
Crack!Crack!Done?Crack!Done!
Some!Blokes!Would!Kick!Me!To! Death!
Crack!Crack!Done?Crack!Done!
#rhyming
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2021 7:37pm
23rd Feb 2021 7:37pm
Uhtceare
When I, bedward, to prepare for a new day
I still get an awful feeling, here, inside
generated by a time that's gone away
but so strongly instilled that that still resides.
'' Thou. Shalt. Not. Be. Late! '' struck terror in my heart
each word thrashed out with his cane upon a desk
each bang each word made everyone of us start
at this foulness of that teacher, so grotesque.
Awake, hour after hour, in my bed, I did
as a kid, lying there, delirious with fear,
all those years passing and me, still not rid
of that cane,...
I still get an awful feeling, here, inside
generated by a time that's gone away
but so strongly instilled that that still resides.
'' Thou. Shalt. Not. Be. Late! '' struck terror in my heart
each word thrashed out with his cane upon a desk
each bang each word made everyone of us start
at this foulness of that teacher, so grotesque.
Awake, hour after hour, in my bed, I did
as a kid, lying there, delirious with fear,
all those years passing and me, still not rid
of that cane,...
#rhyming
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2021 9:55am
23rd Feb 2021 9:55am
a Villanelle lament
I lament the sad fact I'm not so bright
and the necessity of notes I keep
of all the things passing for my small writes,
tormented at this inscrutable sight
of my jumbled notes breaks me down to weep
and lament at the fact I am not bright.
as I struggle to bring these into light
confusion with notes starts to quickly creep
in all my work I sadly call a write,
I've reached, like Icarus, for greater heights
and my tears are now that watery deep
in lamenting that I'm not very bright,
I should stay...
and the necessity of notes I keep
of all the things passing for my small writes,
tormented at this inscrutable sight
of my jumbled notes breaks me down to weep
and lament at the fact I am not bright.
as I struggle to bring these into light
confusion with notes starts to quickly creep
in all my work I sadly call a write,
I've reached, like Icarus, for greater heights
and my tears are now that watery deep
in lamenting that I'm not very bright,
I should stay...
#rhyming
#LifeAsAWriter
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Feb 2021 2:38pm
20th Feb 2021 2:38pm
Beaus and Belles
I watch the beaus and belles all striding past
into their future at this present time
and wish them all well and hope it will last
my only envy is of youthful strides.
There's a spring in their step and in the air
(go find meadows carpeted with buttercups)
and sport awhile on the gold lying there
it isn't much, but it may be enough,
To remember on some far distant day
when wondering on your folk passing by
and wish them well on their journey away
from your present to their future, as I.
into their future at this present time
and wish them all well and hope it will last
my only envy is of youthful strides.
There's a spring in their step and in the air
(go find meadows carpeted with buttercups)
and sport awhile on the gold lying there
it isn't much, but it may be enough,
To remember on some far distant day
when wondering on your folk passing by
and wish them well on their journey away
from your present to their future, as I.
#rhyming
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