Submissions by Rew
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Sep 2024 2:05pm
28th Sep 2024 2:05pm
Away
My chatty Ouija board just notes, " away "
(I think it's developing a sneering tone)
and where you have gone it just will not say,
Its planchette just jabbers jargon all day
emptier than your phone's jolly ring-tones
and where you have gone they, just will not say,
Though its not pointed to ' goodbye ' today
but just stays mute as the graveyard's jaw bones
my chatty Ouija board just notes " away. "
Its cheap card board just got all worn and frayed
as I've raced frantic...
(I think it's developing a sneering tone)
and where you have gone it just will not say,
Its planchette just jabbers jargon all day
emptier than your phone's jolly ring-tones
and where you have gone they, just will not say,
Though its not pointed to ' goodbye ' today
but just stays mute as the graveyard's jaw bones
my chatty Ouija board just notes " away. "
Its cheap card board just got all worn and frayed
as I've raced frantic...
#villanelle
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Sep 2024 1:22pm
25th Sep 2024 1:22pm
There's Nothing New...
Like most folk I am not very saintly
and thinking that was struck by a dark thought,
about bibles and who's on the jury,
sifting evidence when I'm dead, in court.
For young life things found out, I got grounded,
or had privileges summarily stopped,
but that's for stuff mostly caught red-handed
there's more things that'll get Ma, truly shocked.
So, that's the thing, on Dread Judgement Day,
I'm gonna be stuffed when my crimes are read out
watching Ma turn pale then a sickly gray
unless, of...
and thinking that was struck by a dark thought,
about bibles and who's on the jury,
sifting evidence when I'm dead, in court.
For young life things found out, I got grounded,
or had privileges summarily stopped,
but that's for stuff mostly caught red-handed
there's more things that'll get Ma, truly shocked.
So, that's the thing, on Dread Judgement Day,
I'm gonna be stuffed when my crimes are read out
watching Ma turn pale then a sickly gray
unless, of...
#sonnet
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Sep 2024 8:24pm
24th Sep 2024 8:24pm
Away...
My chatty Ouija board just notes, " away "
(I think it's developing a sneering tone)
and where you have gone it just will not say,
Its planchette just jabbers jargon all day
emptier than your phone's jolly ring-tones
and where you have gone they, just will not say,
Though its not pointed to ' goodbye ' today
but just stays mute as the graveyard's jaw bones
my chatty Ouija board just notes " away. "
Its cheap card board just got all worn and frayed
as I've raced frantic round its spelling zone ...
(I think it's developing a sneering tone)
and where you have gone it just will not say,
Its planchette just jabbers jargon all day
emptier than your phone's jolly ring-tones
and where you have gone they, just will not say,
Though its not pointed to ' goodbye ' today
but just stays mute as the graveyard's jaw bones
my chatty Ouija board just notes " away. "
Its cheap card board just got all worn and frayed
as I've raced frantic round its spelling zone ...
#villanelle
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SELF POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2024 10:34pm
22nd Sep 2024 10:34pm
A Closed Door.
I was keen to be a part of things when young
like when I dragged a tinker to our door,
shrieking " he'll mend holes in your pans, Mum! Mum!"
then soon found, we were viewed as strange and, poor...
Or the guy hawking things to thread needles
and bribing kids with sweets and gay balloons,
" Quick, you want ribbons, go tell your peoples
the Sewing-Man's here and you'll have those, soon..."
There's not much for the likes of me these days
no rag and bone folk ringing big brass bells,
with us begging for rides on...
like when I dragged a tinker to our door,
shrieking " he'll mend holes in your pans, Mum! Mum!"
then soon found, we were viewed as strange and, poor...
Or the guy hawking things to thread needles
and bribing kids with sweets and gay balloons,
" Quick, you want ribbons, go tell your peoples
the Sewing-Man's here and you'll have those, soon..."
There's not much for the likes of me these days
no rag and bone folk ringing big brass bells,
with us begging for rides on...
#memories
#sonnet
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DARK POEM
Published
21st Sep 2024 7:59pm
21st Sep 2024 7:59pm
Be Witching Ye Crones.
Be witching ye crones
for I've a mind to raise some dead,
and dance rattling old bones
beneath lamps made from boiled dead heads.
Aji la Tara, Tarajji Shazam
grind eye of newt with wart of toad
Hocus-Pocus AlakAzam!
Fly off men, you succubus hags,
let us make the grave to yawn,
and vomit up some tattered rag
engraved before their dead-day dawn.
Hocus-Pocus AlakAzam
grind eye of newt with wart of toad
Aji la Tara, Tarajji Shazam!
To undead from rotting corpse
magicked by our...
for I've a mind to raise some dead,
and dance rattling old bones
beneath lamps made from boiled dead heads.
Aji la Tara, Tarajji Shazam
grind eye of newt with wart of toad
Hocus-Pocus AlakAzam!
Fly off men, you succubus hags,
let us make the grave to yawn,
and vomit up some tattered rag
engraved before their dead-day dawn.
Hocus-Pocus AlakAzam
grind eye of newt with wart of toad
Aji la Tara, Tarajji Shazam!
To undead from rotting corpse
magicked by our...
#Halloween
#witches
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Sep 2024 8:07pm
15th Sep 2024 8:07pm
Was it Him? or, Was it Not?
I work in a probation hostel and as that word implies it's residential.
(I live out)
Some of the residents are remanded here, pretrial, by the courts
some, who've finished their sentences, are waiting to be rehoused.
In other words it is a half-way house.
I cook the meals.
It's an easy job and extremely well payed and I've any amount of willing ...
(I live out)
Some of the residents are remanded here, pretrial, by the courts
some, who've finished their sentences, are waiting to be rehoused.
In other words it is a half-way house.
I cook the meals.
It's an easy job and extremely well payed and I've any amount of willing ...
#prose
#ShortStory
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SELF POEM
Published
8th Sep 2024 2:55pm
8th Sep 2024 2:55pm
Chanting Times Table and A B C
Writing fixed forms brings great comfort to me
the sonnet, rondeau and the villanelle
like chanting times tables and A B C
If there's a door to my past, here's the key
as rustling skirts of Miss whisper " all's well "
writing fixed forms brings great comfort to me,
And odor of cabbage, the scabby knees,
clattering of school lunch, that wet wool smell,
and chanting times tables and A B C,
The screeching chalk, the hands raised, me Miss, please
and indoor nature trail, the bring and tell, ...
the sonnet, rondeau and the villanelle
like chanting times tables and A B C
If there's a door to my past, here's the key
as rustling skirts of Miss whisper " all's well "
writing fixed forms brings great comfort to me,
And odor of cabbage, the scabby knees,
clattering of school lunch, that wet wool smell,
and chanting times tables and A B C,
The screeching chalk, the hands raised, me Miss, please
and indoor nature trail, the bring and tell, ...
#memories
#villanelle
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Sep 2024 8:23pm
4th Sep 2024 8:23pm
Ten thousand years to write
A stick of burnt wood mashed in a stone cup
mixed to a thin paste with some cuckoo spit,
then draw scenes on hidden cave walls, high up,
those will last ten thousand years, within it.
Don't stop there, add china-clay and get gray,
or china-clay on its own and get white,
then the artist can picture night and day
and with flickering flame show birds in flight.
So electrifying to find such things
those reds and yellows right beneath their feet,
and it's from there, I see, that our art springs
and down ten thousand years, or more,...
mixed to a thin paste with some cuckoo spit,
then draw scenes on hidden cave walls, high up,
those will last ten thousand years, within it.
Don't stop there, add china-clay and get gray,
or china-clay on its own and get white,
then the artist can picture night and day
and with flickering flame show birds in flight.
So electrifying to find such things
those reds and yellows right beneath their feet,
and it's from there, I see, that our art springs
and down ten thousand years, or more,...
#historical
#inspirational
#sonnet
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2024 4:50pm
3rd Sep 2024 4:50pm
I'm not cutout for these...
Jack the Ripper was a well known cutter
(that should read infamous but it don't fit,
or Christian Barnard, I heard mutter,
" damn, this heart's too big, I'll shave off a bit."
And there's been lots of footpads and cutthroats
wielding bludgeons, saps and straight-edge-razors,
from Lands-End to way, way, past John-o-Groats
now roads are boring but, a bit safer?
So, those are things I'm not cutout to be
and my diction will never be cut-glass,
raising me higher than cute...
(that should read infamous but it don't fit,
or Christian Barnard, I heard mutter,
" damn, this heart's too big, I'll shave off a bit."
And there's been lots of footpads and cutthroats
wielding bludgeons, saps and straight-edge-razors,
from Lands-End to way, way, past John-o-Groats
now roads are boring but, a bit safer?
So, those are things I'm not cutout to be
and my diction will never be cut-glass,
raising me higher than cute...
#sonnet
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Sep 2024 7:29pm
2nd Sep 2024 7:29pm
Sepiia
Cuttlebones are found in budgie cages
where pretty-polly is seen pecking one,
used as gem polisher down the ages
and came from some poor cuttlefish's tum.
That beastie gave up this bone with its ghost
and pretty-pollies benefit from this,
Cephalopod, with eight arms, at the most,
swimming oceans, a mollusc, not a fish...
My grandmother would've known well, such stuff,
their education was wide and thorough,
but perhaps wondered how life vanished,...
where pretty-polly is seen pecking one,
used as gem polisher down the ages
and came from some poor cuttlefish's tum.
That beastie gave up this bone with its ghost
and pretty-pollies benefit from this,
Cephalopod, with eight arms, at the most,
swimming oceans, a mollusc, not a fish...
My grandmother would've known well, such stuff,
their education was wide and thorough,
but perhaps wondered how life vanished,...
#sonnet
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Aug 2024 12:34pm
30th Aug 2024 12:34pm
Can't vote...
Can't vote in Texas nor in Wisconsin
nor Missouri nor in Arkansas
same goes for Georgia till I've purged my sin,
Can't vote in Idaho nor Wyoming
cos I broke some no-good made-up Dem' law
same goes for Georgia till I've purged my sin,
So gimme dough so I can wing this thing
cos can't vote in Kentucky nor Utah,
can't vote in Texas nor in Wisconsin,
And for the trumped-up charge " sex-offending "
this, sad thing, I can't vote in Florida
same for goes for Georgia till I've purged my sin, ...
nor Missouri nor in Arkansas
same goes for Georgia till I've purged my sin,
Can't vote in Idaho nor Wyoming
cos I broke some no-good made-up Dem' law
same goes for Georgia till I've purged my sin,
So gimme dough so I can wing this thing
cos can't vote in Kentucky nor Utah,
can't vote in Texas nor in Wisconsin,
And for the trumped-up charge " sex-offending "
this, sad thing, I can't vote in Florida
same for goes for Georgia till I've purged my sin, ...
#corruption
#pollution
#villanelle
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Aug 2024 6:54pm
24th Aug 2024 6:54pm
Kinda Odd...
I ride my bicycle in a club
for one or two or three wheel bikes,
mines a trike and I overheard, " I'd like
to ditch these fat-old-lard-tubs...
And shoot off to the ' Land of Nod '
then, " sure let's do it, let us get gone
but what's with this ' Land of Nod ' hon?
" It's my local and, considered, kinda odd..."
for one or two or three wheel bikes,
mines a trike and I overheard, " I'd like
to ditch these fat-old-lard-tubs...
And shoot off to the ' Land of Nod '
then, " sure let's do it, let us get gone
but what's with this ' Land of Nod ' hon?
" It's my local and, considered, kinda odd..."
#rhyming
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