Submissions by Kexby (john rickell)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write free verse.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Apr 2020 3:44pm
27th Apr 2020 3:44pm
Uncle Joe
Lawrence Street starts at Walmgate Bar
an ancient gate leading east
to Hull and Roterdam
passed Russels cycle shop
and a tannery;
Tinny Dicksons making kettles
while you wait, from sheets of tin from Wales,
Tetley ,Hunts Ales, and Sam Smiths ,
next door NMU , made lorries
Uncle Joe worked there; he worked in wood
rode a Rudge motor bike which he crashed
l liked uncle Joe .He was the only drinker in the famly.
He didn't buy another.
an ancient gate leading east
to Hull and Roterdam
passed Russels cycle shop
and a tannery;
Tinny Dicksons making kettles
while you wait, from sheets of tin from Wales,
Tetley ,Hunts Ales, and Sam Smiths ,
next door NMU , made lorries
Uncle Joe worked there; he worked in wood
rode a Rudge motor bike which he crashed
l liked uncle Joe .He was the only drinker in the famly.
He didn't buy another.
#emotions
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Apr 2020 2:49pm
26th Apr 2020 2:49pm
Sunday
Sunday again, end of week
bright sun, no rain for days
yet birds do not sing
neither do they feed .
On the radio a singer
from the past fills the air,
notes used many times fresh as
new baked bread.
Washing on line
dog asleep on hearth
children in the garden .. ... ...
Potatoes in trenches,
brisket in the oven
Just like last week.
Washing waits the mangle
the dog awaits his walk.
bright sun, no rain for days
yet birds do not sing
neither do they feed .
On the radio a singer
from the past fills the air,
notes used many times fresh as
new baked bread.
Washing on line
dog asleep on hearth
children in the garden .. ... ...
Potatoes in trenches,
brisket in the oven
Just like last week.
Washing waits the mangle
the dog awaits his walk.
#family
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Dec 2019 10:43pm
8th Dec 2019 10:43pm
The town park
No rainbows promise ,yet the sun is shining
We take the day on trust as do the birds
filling bellies while food lies waiting
before frost and snow shroud the earth.
Daylight shrinks, summer- time ends next week
memories now pass the time,books to read
bats and balls hang in cupboards, tennis courts
behind netting, gates locked,
bowling greens, uncut, clunk of woods
silent, woods oiled and wrapped
waiting for next summer.
Trees shed leaves and sleep awhile
wake after Christmas and Candle- Mass
two blackbirds, aconites in...
We take the day on trust as do the birds
filling bellies while food lies waiting
before frost and snow shroud the earth.
Daylight shrinks, summer- time ends next week
memories now pass the time,books to read
bats and balls hang in cupboards, tennis courts
behind netting, gates locked,
bowling greens, uncut, clunk of woods
silent, woods oiled and wrapped
waiting for next summer.
Trees shed leaves and sleep awhile
wake after Christmas and Candle- Mass
two blackbirds, aconites in...
#happiness
#inspirational
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Dec 2019 2:27pm
8th Dec 2019 2:27pm
History and the cat
History which makes each day passes unwritten.
promises made, forgotten
sparrows fall, a faithful cat
dies in a darkened room
no more to seek a place upon my bed.
no more to stalk the mouse
or plead for tea at four;
to leave a void pieces of the day
a jigsaw with spaces at its edges
memories, eternal safe,
a picture set within a wooden frame
to find when children play again
a land of make-believe
filled with that which the world cannot.
Make believe the world we dream
that place from which we...
promises made, forgotten
sparrows fall, a faithful cat
dies in a darkened room
no more to seek a place upon my bed.
no more to stalk the mouse
or plead for tea at four;
to leave a void pieces of the day
a jigsaw with spaces at its edges
memories, eternal safe,
a picture set within a wooden frame
to find when children play again
a land of make-believe
filled with that which the world cannot.
Make believe the world we dream
that place from which we...
#gratitude
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Nov 2019 2:49pm
27th Nov 2019 2:49pm
There is a rose
There is a rose which shivers
this November afternoon
A faint mist about
the bird feeder dripping empty
no birds sing or feed as
I sit and write and glean,
seek inspiration; even the birds
have shunned this November day.
August songs a memory, a compensation ,
this cold bleak afternoon at three.
At five it will be dark.
Berries, red cheer the day .
Advent now, soon Christmas tide
relief from quarrels.
Faith returns until January
with it fate: . ....
this November afternoon
A faint mist about
the bird feeder dripping empty
no birds sing or feed as
I sit and write and glean,
seek inspiration; even the birds
have shunned this November day.
August songs a memory, a compensation ,
this cold bleak afternoon at three.
At five it will be dark.
Berries, red cheer the day .
Advent now, soon Christmas tide
relief from quarrels.
Faith returns until January
with it fate: . ....
#hope
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LOVE POEM
Published
30th Aug 2019 1:31pm
30th Aug 2019 1:31pm
Leaves Once green.
The western wind was cold;
autumn here winter's herald,
a somber clarinet,forewarns,
falling leaves yellow, bronze
and shot with holes as caterpillars
turn to crysalis in eaves and curtain folds..
Shirt sleeves, jackets now protect the tan
that came with summer picnics in the garden
Many times we have said farewell
Many times again and more again.
.Crab trees , ripening fruits
a testament to a year far spent
golden beaches ,yachts, and donkeys
How many times have we said farewell
how many more to...
autumn here winter's herald,
a somber clarinet,forewarns,
falling leaves yellow, bronze
and shot with holes as caterpillars
turn to crysalis in eaves and curtain folds..
Shirt sleeves, jackets now protect the tan
that came with summer picnics in the garden
Many times we have said farewell
Many times again and more again.
.Crab trees , ripening fruits
a testament to a year far spent
golden beaches ,yachts, and donkeys
How many times have we said farewell
how many more to...
#fall
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Aug 2019 1:52pm
21st Aug 2019 1:52pm
The flower below the step
Could not recall its name
Now I have a choice of three.
Before the front door it blooms
no matter the weather.
yesterday rain all day
yet daisy-like it bloomed
I brought it here
when I leave will stay
flowering below the door step.
Now spoiled for choice.
Pyramus de Candolle named it
Erigeron karvinskianus
others
Mexican Fleabane
I prefer a third,
Santa Barbara Daisy
which scans and
has a human face.
This...
Now I have a choice of three.
Before the front door it blooms
no matter the weather.
yesterday rain all day
yet daisy-like it bloomed
I brought it here
when I leave will stay
flowering below the door step.
Now spoiled for choice.
Pyramus de Candolle named it
Erigeron karvinskianus
others
Mexican Fleabane
I prefer a third,
Santa Barbara Daisy
which scans and
has a human face.
This...
#nature
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Aug 2019 8:49am
20th Aug 2019 8:49am
Crabs
Crab trees turning red, petals strew the lawn
sky cloudless, dark at nine
memories of summer fade again;
winter coats in halls.
Wellies dry with mud sulk in porches
Brambles black and sweet join apples,
barmy evenings warm and short
darker clouds to watch.
Longer nights steal from the day
robin taps the window pane
wary of the Magpie.
sky cloudless, dark at nine
memories of summer fade again;
winter coats in halls.
Wellies dry with mud sulk in porches
Brambles black and sweet join apples,
barmy evenings warm and short
darker clouds to watch.
Longer nights steal from the day
robin taps the window pane
wary of the Magpie.
#shadows
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Jun 2019 9:26am
2nd Jun 2019 9:26am
Silent light
Evening casting silence on a fading day
the sun's light now to a whispering,
life returns whence I do not know
not mine to understand.
Perhaps I slept missed that which
was news and should have stayed,
knowledge lost before I knew,
knowledge is a knowing to be sought
searched and sought before its knowing.
Here daylight dies, earth in silence.
I did not listen, too late light is fading. No! .... ...
not too late ... ... ... there is time.
Earth spins, here are echoes, ...
the sun's light now to a whispering,
life returns whence I do not know
not mine to understand.
Perhaps I slept missed that which
was news and should have stayed,
knowledge lost before I knew,
knowledge is a knowing to be sought
searched and sought before its knowing.
Here daylight dies, earth in silence.
I did not listen, too late light is fading. No! .... ...
not too late ... ... ... there is time.
Earth spins, here are echoes, ...
#hope
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th May 2019 3:03pm
28th May 2019 3:03pm
Unknown
I cannot recall its name
tiny blooms almost all the year
spreading on the path.
I rarely use this door,
enter by the back,
leaving the car in the garage
and bolt the garden gate.
Fading paint hangs in blisters
sort of green at one time,
one time long a go, a half full tin
reminds me of the green as once it was.
brush thrown on the floor, caked hard;
but no I'll not paint the gate . . .
not this year.
More important, the name of this tiny flower
It will come to me one...
tiny blooms almost all the year
spreading on the path.
I rarely use this door,
enter by the back,
leaving the car in the garage
and bolt the garden gate.
Fading paint hangs in blisters
sort of green at one time,
one time long a go, a half full tin
reminds me of the green as once it was.
brush thrown on the floor, caked hard;
but no I'll not paint the gate . . .
not this year.
More important, the name of this tiny flower
It will come to me one...
#learning
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STORY POEM
Published
19th May 2019 10:46am
19th May 2019 10:46am
Chirk castle
I sat in the sun leaning on a grassy bank
air droning with bee and fly.
It was hot,my eye-lids heavy with the day
I fought to keep them open as she stepped down
Her skin smooth as though carved in Rome.
Her toga slipped at every step,fell in tumult folds,
I lay back, to see her face against the noonday sun
Which at her back gave halo to her beauty.
She smiled shameless as she strode towards me
No gown to hide her beauty; pride in every step,.
She knew what she was doing, took charge of the occasion
'I am...
air droning with bee and fly.
It was hot,my eye-lids heavy with the day
I fought to keep them open as she stepped down
Her skin smooth as though carved in Rome.
Her toga slipped at every step,fell in tumult folds,
I lay back, to see her face against the noonday sun
Which at her back gave halo to her beauty.
She smiled shameless as she strode towards me
No gown to hide her beauty; pride in every step,.
She knew what she was doing, took charge of the occasion
'I am...
#mythology
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th May 2019 1:13pm
12th May 2019 1:13pm
snippet
How wild the sea;how calm the sky
distance,space and time combine
without the one there can be no other
distance,space and time combine
without the one there can be no other
#earth
#spring
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