Submissions by Razzerleaf
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I have been writing poetry for about 10 years now, still need to crush a lot of coal before I get a rough diamond. I try to improve all the time so really like constructive feedback, Love reading other poets and finding something that takes me away.
Trapped in space
Father
drank the night sky,
sketched stars on my skin,
as bright as burning cigarettes.
Black holes
gave me Orion's belt and the
traces left by comets,
his atmosphere,
lifeless.
drank the night sky,
sketched stars on my skin,
as bright as burning cigarettes.
Black holes
gave me Orion's belt and the
traces left by comets,
his atmosphere,
lifeless.
#cinquain
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The Argonath
A small cloaked figure ambles to the corner of the inn and takes a seat, clears his throat and picks up his harp. "Hello I'm Razeaf the elf, I going to tell you my tale of the Argonath and all their splendor. He plucks three note on his harp and begins;
Listen to me now
you armies of the north
for I tell the tale of Argonath
with words of axe and sword.
All enemies of Gondor
who dare sail at their gate
with see the face of Isildur
and meet their darkest fate.
Each hand holds out defiance
a warning to repel
Anarion...
Listen to me now
you armies of the north
for I tell the tale of Argonath
with words of axe and sword.
All enemies of Gondor
who dare sail at their gate
with see the face of Isildur
and meet their darkest fate.
Each hand holds out defiance
a warning to repel
Anarion...
#LifeAsAWriter
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The Mirror shows
a torn sky
beyond it, story tellers
with lies and deception,
they whisper poetry
that I still love you too much
to write.
You carry the weight
of half glances
measured through a pair
of old readers.
It will mention us one day
from someone else's wall
but they'll be too young
too care.
I wonder now how much more
will pass into its glass
before all the cracks
come at once.
beyond it, story tellers
with lies and deception,
they whisper poetry
that I still love you too much
to write.
You carry the weight
of half glances
measured through a pair
of old readers.
It will mention us one day
from someone else's wall
but they'll be too young
too care.
I wonder now how much more
will pass into its glass
before all the cracks
come at once.
#aging
#NaPoWriMo2021
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Saying goodbye to sunlight
The daylight slips like an otter
into the stream behind tired eyes,
its dusty pink embers quench
the ruddy cheeks of falling clouds.
lush lips search out the sweet
damp grass of nightfall
and calls out the ground
that fears the flaming torch.
The darkening scent of silhouetted trees
rest their leaves as all creatures
breathe the shallow breaths of sleep
and whisper incantations
only the dawn will hear.
into the stream behind tired eyes,
its dusty pink embers quench
the ruddy cheeks of falling clouds.
lush lips search out the sweet
damp grass of nightfall
and calls out the ground
that fears the flaming torch.
The darkening scent of silhouetted trees
rest their leaves as all creatures
breathe the shallow breaths of sleep
and whisper incantations
only the dawn will hear.
#night
#NaPoWriMo2021
492 reads
4 Comments
Spilt Milk
Engine oil
skinny
dipped.
Newcastle
Brown
fingernails bit,
soul healer
three wheeler
dream
believer.
Adidas
samba class
all the gear
engineer
another beer
and
anything
the devil
says I can.
skinny
dipped.
Newcastle
Brown
fingernails bit,
soul healer
three wheeler
dream
believer.
Adidas
samba class
all the gear
engineer
another beer
and
anything
the devil
says I can.
#identity
#myself
#SelfReflection
384 reads
2 Comments
Meat by osmosis
Butcher shop
slops, brushed
down the ginnel.
Vegan slips
in her flip flops.
slops, brushed
down the ginnel.
Vegan slips
in her flip flops.
#food
465 reads
4 Comments
Yorkshire tea
There's a photograph I lost down
the back of some old pine drawers,
black dyed hair spiked like a punk
and morning stubble,
sitting thin in a mohair jumper
and ripped jeans.
My voice was cigarettes
through nicotine stained fingers
hands cupped around a steaming brew
its vapour trail captured the cold
collateral of work away digs.
In the background a cluttered kitchen
you can just make out the box
of Yorkshire tea, I can still see the deep
gold swirl, strong enough to...
the back of some old pine drawers,
black dyed hair spiked like a punk
and morning stubble,
sitting thin in a mohair jumper
and ripped jeans.
My voice was cigarettes
through nicotine stained fingers
hands cupped around a steaming brew
its vapour trail captured the cold
collateral of work away digs.
In the background a cluttered kitchen
you can just make out the box
of Yorkshire tea, I can still see the deep
gold swirl, strong enough to...
#teens
#LifeChangingMoment
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Jamaica Inn
Five years between us, and still sharing a bedroom. I stared at the blue and white wave patterns in my brother's candlewick bedspread, they seemed to move like the ocean in the half-light of our small bedroom.
"Go on, please tell me the story again".
"Piss off and go to sleep, it's two in the fucking morning and we are leaving at four you little fucker".
"Keith, wake up, time to go".
Dad had turned off the heating and the water. I wrote the note for the milk man and drew a small 'Kilroy was here' in the corner. It was still dark outside as I climbed into...
"Go on, please tell me the story again".
"Piss off and go to sleep, it's two in the fucking morning and we are leaving at four you little fucker".
"Keith, wake up, time to go".
Dad had turned off the heating and the water. I wrote the note for the milk man and drew a small 'Kilroy was here' in the corner. It was still dark outside as I climbed into...
#childhood
#beach
#holiday #travel
#holiday #travel
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Some Mothers do have em.....part II
Mum, hear me cry.
watch me smile.
here’s my first step.
hold my hand.
Mum, dad won’t let me win.
were do the stars go in the day.
will you tell dad.
why is the sea salty.
Mum, are we there yet.
I’m bored.
can we go now.
Muuum, shut up.
Mum, what’s for tea.
is my shirt ironed.
can I have a lift.
can I have some money.
Mum, let me carry your bags.
do you want a cup of tea.
how’s your day been.
I love you.
watch me smile.
here’s my first step.
hold my hand.
Mum, dad won’t let me win.
were do the stars go in the day.
will you tell dad.
why is the sea salty.
Mum, are we there yet.
I’m bored.
can we go now.
Muuum, shut up.
Mum, what’s for tea.
is my shirt ironed.
can I have a lift.
can I have some money.
Mum, let me carry your bags.
do you want a cup of tea.
how’s your day been.
I love you.
#birth
#motherhood
#fatherhood
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Who invited the clowns
I’ve been trapped in its headwind,
no respite or hiding place,
the weathervane points me out,
creaking as the cockerel finds me.
It demands a sacrifice,
It’s neck asking to be sliced.
When I close my eyes I see the hill,
a derelict windmill, its cold silhouette
carved by storm clouds,
tattered blades turn
in the flash of lightening.
I take the rancid flour from its mill,
purge my bloodstream with black weevils
and hang as pale as Bowie’s clown.
My frown coughs up enough makeup
to...
no respite or hiding place,
the weathervane points me out,
creaking as the cockerel finds me.
It demands a sacrifice,
It’s neck asking to be sliced.
When I close my eyes I see the hill,
a derelict windmill, its cold silhouette
carved by storm clouds,
tattered blades turn
in the flash of lightening.
I take the rancid flour from its mill,
purge my bloodstream with black weevils
and hang as pale as Bowie’s clown.
My frown coughs up enough makeup
to...
#suicide
#drugs
#addiction
450 reads
2 Comments
A town called Transcendence
Sapling’s rise from the forest floor
In times when trees can walk no more.
They teach the ways of root and leaf
and cut the ragweed from belief.
As sure as sun will bring the rain
the laws of droplets can be changed.
The owl that turns his head to see
will be at one with all that breathe.
A flower-bud bursts into life
the bloom so bright it carries light,
a cry announced into the world,
yet still the blossom starts to curl.
Of spiders that rebuild each web
and walk the path step by step,
with...
In times when trees can walk no more.
They teach the ways of root and leaf
and cut the ragweed from belief.
As sure as sun will bring the rain
the laws of droplets can be changed.
The owl that turns his head to see
will be at one with all that breathe.
A flower-bud bursts into life
the bloom so bright it carries light,
a cry announced into the world,
yet still the blossom starts to curl.
Of spiders that rebuild each web
and walk the path step by step,
with...
#Buddhist
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Thought in the absence of all control exercised by reason
Point blank pistol
bullet up your nose
folded dog ear flicked by flea
twisted knee scrawney sinue
red lip chap stick slapstick
piano ice cream tray
red velvet curtain will the song play
chitty chitty bang bang over the cliff
snorkeling miss the fish paralaxed
waterski hits tyre
headlands look the same
borderlands the game
zombie moment insane
minni chedders wear red sweaters
in the month of may
calender notes dont play happy tunes
random selection breaths cold into my room
conversations left on window...
bullet up your nose
folded dog ear flicked by flea
twisted knee scrawney sinue
red lip chap stick slapstick
piano ice cream tray
red velvet curtain will the song play
chitty chitty bang bang over the cliff
snorkeling miss the fish paralaxed
waterski hits tyre
headlands look the same
borderlands the game
zombie moment insane
minni chedders wear red sweaters
in the month of may
calender notes dont play happy tunes
random selection breaths cold into my room
conversations left on window...
#myself
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