Submissions by Rew
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
i came to this page to write something jeez, I've forgotten what...Ah, yes, I've been stuck inside my own head too manyyears now, to come out and play...
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Jan 2025 7:15pm
24th Jan 2025 7:15pm
My Taste of Honey...
They just vanished us poor working class stiffs
up the fundament of some other class
it's just like they are all taking the piss,
But, not on the Box, there, we don't exist
were we deemed crude, coarse, not the right sort, crass?
they just vanished us poor working class stiffs...
Even the soaps now, all middle class twits,
but in kitchen sink dramas, we're a blast!
now it's like they all are taking the piss
Once we were legion now, nary a whiff,
even our factories overgrown with grass
it's just like they are...
up the fundament of some other class
it's just like they are all taking the piss,
But, not on the Box, there, we don't exist
were we deemed crude, coarse, not the right sort, crass?
they just vanished us poor working class stiffs...
Even the soaps now, all middle class twits,
but in kitchen sink dramas, we're a blast!
now it's like they all are taking the piss
Once we were legion now, nary a whiff,
even our factories overgrown with grass
it's just like they are...
#villanelle
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Jan 2025 11:37am
24th Jan 2025 11:37am
I'll Tell I'll Tell... (villanelle)
When his Pa gets told he'll bash his Willy
when he hears what his little Willy did,
cause he rives at stuff all willy-nilly
He don't bother Bertha's sister Lilly
and she is such a helpful little kid,
when his Pa gets told he'll bash his Willy
He nagged and nagged till his voice rose shrilly
then went red an' I thought he'd blow his lid,
cause he rives at stuff all willy-nilly
I said I...
when he hears what his little Willy did,
cause he rives at stuff all willy-nilly
He don't bother Bertha's sister Lilly
and she is such a helpful little kid,
when his Pa gets told he'll bash his Willy
He nagged and nagged till his voice rose shrilly
then went red an' I thought he'd blow his lid,
cause he rives at stuff all willy-nilly
I said I...
#villanelle
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Jan 2025 1:25pm
7th Jan 2025 1:25pm
Little spring-lamb...
I remember being a new-born lamb
kicking my heels high, high, with joyful bleats,
bah, bahing, at tuts and frowns from my dam
needing me to hide mid the bleating sheep.
But I sought answers, chewed the hows and whys,
among the grass-nibbling, nose-down, docile flock
my eyes searched for fields higher in the sky
where grass must be greener but, just got mocked...
Time passed and winds blew a sense of unease
old ones seemed to roam...
kicking my heels high, high, with joyful bleats,
bah, bahing, at tuts and frowns from my dam
needing me to hide mid the bleating sheep.
But I sought answers, chewed the hows and whys,
among the grass-nibbling, nose-down, docile flock
my eyes searched for fields higher in the sky
where grass must be greener but, just got mocked...
Time passed and winds blew a sense of unease
old ones seemed to roam...
#sonnet
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Dec 2024 7:44pm
19th Dec 2024 7:44pm
Just in Case
I make my art from common things
more cabbage patch than pearls on strings
right plain I spoke no riddles made
among the words where I have played.
Still,' folk pretend to be bemused
make mock amazement, seem amused,
a sly attempt, it could be said,
to deride words grown, from my head...
I say it's they with their mean minds
wilfully closed snide and unkind,
no laurel leavers I could crown
if they write up it is to put down.
They are gathering their collective breath
to blow me into literal death,...
more cabbage patch than pearls on strings
right plain I spoke no riddles made
among the words where I have played.
Still,' folk pretend to be bemused
make mock amazement, seem amused,
a sly attempt, it could be said,
to deride words grown, from my head...
I say it's they with their mean minds
wilfully closed snide and unkind,
no laurel leavers I could crown
if they write up it is to put down.
They are gathering their collective breath
to blow me into literal death,...
#rhyming
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SELF POEM
Published
14th Dec 2024 9:00pm
14th Dec 2024 9:00pm
That Mortal Blow
I wonder where the death of me will be
and will it to be where wind loudly blows
by craggy rocks, the wild furious sea,
Blowing my blythe spirit endlessly free
towards the everlasting morning glow
I wonder where the death of me will be.
And will it to be these last things I see,
when life throws my final mortal blow
by craggy rocks the wild furious sea,
Great white foam flecked wave goodbying to me
in the storm tossed sea's ceaseless ebb and flow
and wonder, where the...
and will it to be where wind loudly blows
by craggy rocks, the wild furious sea,
Blowing my blythe spirit endlessly free
towards the everlasting morning glow
I wonder where the death of me will be.
And will it to be these last things I see,
when life throws my final mortal blow
by craggy rocks the wild furious sea,
Great white foam flecked wave goodbying to me
in the storm tossed sea's ceaseless ebb and flow
and wonder, where the...
#villanelle
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Dec 2024 1:40pm
12th Dec 2024 1:40pm
C'Mon, Give It Up...
I've sure given up on giving stuff up
like all my goodies I'm supposed to quit
so New Years Resolutions can just get stuffed,
And I'll grow old and fat, stewed in my cups,
because giving up things can be the pits
I've sure given up on giving stuff up...
Like scoffing chocs, dribbling beer as I sup,
or hoarding tat as if I've sticky mits
so New Years Resolutions can just get stuffed,
Or ranting at the neighbour's cheeky pups, ...
like all my goodies I'm supposed to quit
so New Years Resolutions can just get stuffed,
And I'll grow old and fat, stewed in my cups,
because giving up things can be the pits
I've sure given up on giving stuff up...
Like scoffing chocs, dribbling beer as I sup,
or hoarding tat as if I've sticky mits
so New Years Resolutions can just get stuffed,
Or ranting at the neighbour's cheeky pups, ...
#villanelle
#LifeGoals
#NewYear #tradition
#NewYear #tradition
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ANGER POEM
Published
8th Dec 2024 2:50pm
8th Dec 2024 2:50pm
Behind my Mask
Behind my mask that grins and hides
the truths that I am terrified,
though people think I'm speaking clear
tis just my teeth chattering fear
to again unbe a faceless thing no one has eyed...
I didn't Be before arrived
I shan't Be beyond that Great Divide,
when my face wears death's toothy lear
where my blind eyes shed no more tears
Behind my mask.
So I act as if normalised
but see the...
the truths that I am terrified,
though people think I'm speaking clear
tis just my teeth chattering fear
to again unbe a faceless thing no one has eyed...
I didn't Be before arrived
I shan't Be beyond that Great Divide,
when my face wears death's toothy lear
where my blind eyes shed no more tears
Behind my mask.
So I act as if normalised
but see the...
#rhyming
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Nov 2024 8:27pm
14th Nov 2024 8:27pm
It's the big Sneeze.
Coughs and snotty sneezes spread diseases
so trap your mucky germs in handkerchiefs,
or put your head in a bag if you please its
gross for you but for us, a jolly wheeze.
Sneezes travel at ten mile per hour
and it's an ill wind which sneezes no good,
so think of someone's Aaachoo germ shower
as time to keep fit and run off like Gump.
The ancients saw sneezes as gifts from gods
like Penelope in the Odyssey,
so we sneeze and folk say " bless you " it's odd
it's more the gods are...
so trap your mucky germs in handkerchiefs,
or put your head in a bag if you please its
gross for you but for us, a jolly wheeze.
Sneezes travel at ten mile per hour
and it's an ill wind which sneezes no good,
so think of someone's Aaachoo germ shower
as time to keep fit and run off like Gump.
The ancients saw sneezes as gifts from gods
like Penelope in the Odyssey,
so we sneeze and folk say " bless you " it's odd
it's more the gods are...
#rhyming
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Nov 2024 9:22pm
5th Nov 2024 9:22pm
Truth is told.
Beer in itself does not tell lies
but when in mind such wiles has sin,
great wenches of old age in youth's eye
become lovely young nymphs, blood sings.
And gold itself has no untruths
but in the pocket of some trumpeting cad,
his rottenness becomes great couth
and he is deemed, a grand fine lad!
But it is not so with me, my love,
I have no cash or beer to hold,
so when I thank the Lord above
for your dear heart, ah, then, truth is told...
but when in mind such wiles has sin,
great wenches of old age in youth's eye
become lovely young nymphs, blood sings.
And gold itself has no untruths
but in the pocket of some trumpeting cad,
his rottenness becomes great couth
and he is deemed, a grand fine lad!
But it is not so with me, my love,
I have no cash or beer to hold,
so when I thank the Lord above
for your dear heart, ah, then, truth is told...
#rhyming
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DARK POEM
Published
24th Oct 2024 11:24am
24th Oct 2024 11:24am
Life's just a wham bam thank you ma'am
If we asked life for answers it might shrug
and say, don't ask me, like you, I just am,
but you might find answers in whiskey jugs,
Or that opium of the mass, the drug
of some church but, they might say, now you're damned!
if we asked life for answers it might shrug.
Zillions born then snuffed out, just like bugs
does it look like some thing might give a damn,
but the answer might lie in whiskey jugs,
But don't bother me I'm the fall guy, the mug,
when asked, 'what's life?' I repeat, I just am!
if we...
and say, don't ask me, like you, I just am,
but you might find answers in whiskey jugs,
Or that opium of the mass, the drug
of some church but, they might say, now you're damned!
if we asked life for answers it might shrug.
Zillions born then snuffed out, just like bugs
does it look like some thing might give a damn,
but the answer might lie in whiskey jugs,
But don't bother me I'm the fall guy, the mug,
when asked, 'what's life?' I repeat, I just am!
if we...
#villanelle
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Oct 2024 10:06pm
17th Oct 2024 10:06pm
Bless you...
God spilled the glow of magic dust He'd got
and it swirled around and got up his nose,
He, Achooed it all up Eve's Honeypot!
So fellas now you know on your last shot
when you wonder why your thingy just don't grow
God spilled the glow of magic dust He'd got.
Although it kinda puts you on the spot
there's this secret not many of you know
He Achooed it all up Eve's Honeypot!
Yeah, yeah, it's tiresome when you get hot
and nothing's happening just down below
God spilled the glow of magic dust He'd got,
And you're...
and it swirled around and got up his nose,
He, Achooed it all up Eve's Honeypot!
So fellas now you know on your last shot
when you wonder why your thingy just don't grow
God spilled the glow of magic dust He'd got.
Although it kinda puts you on the spot
there's this secret not many of you know
He Achooed it all up Eve's Honeypot!
Yeah, yeah, it's tiresome when you get hot
and nothing's happening just down below
God spilled the glow of magic dust He'd got,
And you're...
#villanelle
#funny
#sex
108 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
15th Oct 2024 10:10pm
15th Oct 2024 10:10pm
Be Witching, Crones
Be witching, Crones, let spells spook out his ghost
from dry bones that haunt this long dead shayman,
then, from his dead, boiled, skull sup bloody toasts,
While his lost soul in hell, imps, slowly roast,
hocus-pocus Alikazam, he's damned,
be witching, Crones, let spells spook out his ghost...
The Greatest Wizard, that was their last boast,
Aji la Tara Tarajji, Shazam!
then, from his dead, boiled, skull sup bloody toasts,
Albus Dumbledore's weak spells failed the most
a Wizard? No! just a sad wraith of a man... ...
from dry bones that haunt this long dead shayman,
then, from his dead, boiled, skull sup bloody toasts,
While his lost soul in hell, imps, slowly roast,
hocus-pocus Alikazam, he's damned,
be witching, Crones, let spells spook out his ghost...
The Greatest Wizard, that was their last boast,
Aji la Tara Tarajji, Shazam!
then, from his dead, boiled, skull sup bloody toasts,
Albus Dumbledore's weak spells failed the most
a Wizard? No! just a sad wraith of a man... ...
#villanelle
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