Submissions by Rew
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Birthing Empires...
Birthing empires can prove painful things
this wedding of church to murderous thieves,
their names matter not, Pharoes, Tzar or King
they've no faith, stealing land is their belief...
In strange empires where sanctioned faith rules
in conspiracy of priesthood and sword,
each bolsters each terror reign on duped fools
forced to believe their bible's ev'ry word.
For sure they were force fed their killer faith
ripped from innocence with fear poured in heads
" You will do god's...
this wedding of church to murderous thieves,
their names matter not, Pharoes, Tzar or King
they've no faith, stealing land is their belief...
In strange empires where sanctioned faith rules
in conspiracy of priesthood and sword,
each bolsters each terror reign on duped fools
forced to believe their bible's ev'ry word.
For sure they were force fed their killer faith
ripped from innocence with fear poured in heads
" You will do god's...
#sonnet
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Specky 4 Eyes
I have been short sighted all of my life
I still squint at things myopically,
my folks tried to teach me to tell the time
with a clock high on the wall, do you see?
Yes? Well, that's a bit more than I could do
perplexed with, " this the big hand, this the small "
me, nodding my head, I bet you would too!
at that blob high up on the kitchen wall.
Well, I bluffed it out till I started school
and kept, not my eyes, but ears open wide,
and nine times outta ten I had folk fooled
but confess when I...
I still squint at things myopically,
my folks tried to teach me to tell the time
with a clock high on the wall, do you see?
Yes? Well, that's a bit more than I could do
perplexed with, " this the big hand, this the small "
me, nodding my head, I bet you would too!
at that blob high up on the kitchen wall.
Well, I bluffed it out till I started school
and kept, not my eyes, but ears open wide,
and nine times outta ten I had folk fooled
but confess when I...
#sonnet
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Orion The Hunter
As Orion, hunting, spurs Pegasus
armoured and armed as if for cosmic war
and takes as comrade brave, strong, Perseus,
Perseus, then seeks aid from Centaurus
on their ride to save Andromeda, more
as Orion, hunting, spurs Pegasus.
She was chained as sacrifice for Cetus
her father, implored, " Save my child " then roared
" And take as Comrade that brave, strong, Perseus!"
Perseus enlisted stout Centaurus,
the bloodhounds canis major and minor,
as Orion, hunting, spurs Pegasus,
...
armoured and armed as if for cosmic war
and takes as comrade brave, strong, Perseus,
Perseus, then seeks aid from Centaurus
on their ride to save Andromeda, more
as Orion, hunting, spurs Pegasus.
She was chained as sacrifice for Cetus
her father, implored, " Save my child " then roared
" And take as Comrade that brave, strong, Perseus!"
Perseus enlisted stout Centaurus,
the bloodhounds canis major and minor,
as Orion, hunting, spurs Pegasus,
...
#mythology
#villanelle
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Your old Grin.
Ah, pity me for I have no pity
although you are the far weaker one now,
when you suffered me to come unto thee
In the authority of your cleric's gown.
Do you know you can hear trees drinking water
when deep underground, It soothes cares away,
a tinkling sound like some fairy laughter
where you will sleep easy, for all and a day?
Do not take on so, it will keep you safe,
from violent vengeance seekers like myself,
I shall allow you a moments prayer, or rage,
before stripping you of your oh, so rude health.
So, meet...
although you are the far weaker one now,
when you suffered me to come unto thee
In the authority of your cleric's gown.
Do you know you can hear trees drinking water
when deep underground, It soothes cares away,
a tinkling sound like some fairy laughter
where you will sleep easy, for all and a day?
Do not take on so, it will keep you safe,
from violent vengeance seekers like myself,
I shall allow you a moments prayer, or rage,
before stripping you of your oh, so rude health.
So, meet...
#murder
#death
#sonnet #revenge
#sonnet #revenge
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The Green & Blue Rivers (rewilding the mind)
I named forests ' Green Rivers,' place of great peace
the green's kin, Blue, brings peace in sight of that blue
of rivers and lakes, blue oceans, the green seas,
silvered with mental healthy air found in their view.
Our forests rooted out of mind ages ago
they erased our forests, whittled down the woods,
and lumbered us with electricities fierce glow
as memories of woodsmoke fade from neighborhoods...
...
the green's kin, Blue, brings peace in sight of that blue
of rivers and lakes, blue oceans, the green seas,
silvered with mental healthy air found in their view.
Our forests rooted out of mind ages ago
they erased our forests, whittled down the woods,
and lumbered us with electricities fierce glow
as memories of woodsmoke fade from neighborhoods...
...
#nature
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In Rondeau Form
In rondeau form, write's neat they say,
but not as neat as triolets
both quicker writ than villanelles
their nineteen lines drag me to hell
and, whip me each word of the way.
A fine rondeau by John MaCrae
"In Flanders Fields" puts on display
an all-roundness when wrote quite well
In rondeau form.
Its fifteen lines and one refrain
can be used when there's hell to pay
as with Flanders Field's screaming shells
and just at home in leafy dells,
or, like this, when I wish to play
In rondeau...
but not as neat as triolets
both quicker writ than villanelles
their nineteen lines drag me to hell
and, whip me each word of the way.
A fine rondeau by John MaCrae
"In Flanders Fields" puts on display
an all-roundness when wrote quite well
In rondeau form.
Its fifteen lines and one refrain
can be used when there's hell to pay
as with Flanders Field's screaming shells
and just at home in leafy dells,
or, like this, when I wish to play
In rondeau...
#rhyming
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The Ballade (of my ) Weekly Clean
Some rely on cleaning machines
the vacuum to suck up the dust,
and one to scrub floors gleaming clean
replacing same when those get bust.
A hammer, these, to crack that nut
as I think of the leccy price
you can hear me go tut tut tut
cloth, mop and pail for me, suffice.
No smart sweat-top, nor cut off jeans
but butt nekked I swing my butt,
to make dust motes fly in sun beams
my mind flies with these, as it must...
momentarily, till I'm pushed
by brush in hand and in a trice ...
the vacuum to suck up the dust,
and one to scrub floors gleaming clean
replacing same when those get bust.
A hammer, these, to crack that nut
as I think of the leccy price
you can hear me go tut tut tut
cloth, mop and pail for me, suffice.
No smart sweat-top, nor cut off jeans
but butt nekked I swing my butt,
to make dust motes fly in sun beams
my mind flies with these, as it must...
momentarily, till I'm pushed
by brush in hand and in a trice ...
#rhyming
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The Fear Stings
I passed away long years ago
and death gave me all that I posses,
a comfy berth free of rent and tax, though,
being incomeless that could induce some stress.
I have a box to keep my bones within
a roof composed of good old English turf,
and here I lie and the dead long day sing
of the second coming and my rebirth.
I have sang all the old songs, composed anew,
and still I lie and still I sing,
although the notes are now lower and few,
as my bones return to dust, the fear stings.
and death gave me all that I posses,
a comfy berth free of rent and tax, though,
being incomeless that could induce some stress.
I have a box to keep my bones within
a roof composed of good old English turf,
and here I lie and the dead long day sing
of the second coming and my rebirth.
I have sang all the old songs, composed anew,
and still I lie and still I sing,
although the notes are now lower and few,
as my bones return to dust, the fear stings.
#death
#religion
#Christian
#rebirth
#rhyming
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Song of Spring
There's a soft subtle change to sunlight now
perhaps bringing an echo of some spring,
and a great bustling sound now all around
the various garden birds twittering
within the still cold barrenness of trees
but, there's a kinda lightness to the rain
falling on the snowdrops on the browned green
of last year's grass, as the crocuses strain
to bring their colour into this new light,
and crisper brisk beats to people's swift feet
mimicking scudding clouds in their bright heights
in...
perhaps bringing an echo of some spring,
and a great bustling sound now all around
the various garden birds twittering
within the still cold barrenness of trees
but, there's a kinda lightness to the rain
falling on the snowdrops on the browned green
of last year's grass, as the crocuses strain
to bring their colour into this new light,
and crisper brisk beats to people's swift feet
mimicking scudding clouds in their bright heights
in...
#sonnet
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Sentences from a Prison
They fuck you up your Ma and Pa
and mine did a killer job on me,
with their frantic need to seem bourgeois
stuffed me full of inhibitions, see?
They imprisoned me inside my head
with their injunctions on public act
with nervous Ma " Oh, they'll cut me dead! "
" If you " to me " don't behave, with tact..."
My mother " Come away don't speak with him
or them or those or her don't skip be still
be quiet, I'll smack, (she never did) but looks can kill...
...
and mine did a killer job on me,
with their frantic need to seem bourgeois
stuffed me full of inhibitions, see?
They imprisoned me inside my head
with their injunctions on public act
with nervous Ma " Oh, they'll cut me dead! "
" If you " to me " don't behave, with tact..."
My mother " Come away don't speak with him
or them or those or her don't skip be still
be quiet, I'll smack, (she never did) but looks can kill...
...
#rhyming
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A Pretty Box
I made a little pretty box
to keep precious things within.
I've named it, of course, Fort Knox
It's hid among my pants and socks
until I bring it out again...
A hand-made box for precious things
I put my whole heart into it
and when I'm out to dance and sing
wine and dine and have fling
my heart is safe, within it.
to keep precious things within.
I've named it, of course, Fort Knox
It's hid among my pants and socks
until I bring it out again...
A hand-made box for precious things
I put my whole heart into it
and when I'm out to dance and sing
wine and dine and have fling
my heart is safe, within it.
#rhyming
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Of Cabbages and Things
Cabbages: A cruciform vegetable
cultivated from the wild mustard plant,
which breeds more greens for the dinning table
cooked world-wide, Occident to the Levant.
Found in literature, valued as a write,
Pliny, George Orwell and Charlie Bucket's
cabbagy meals, supped by poverties light,
dreaming the while of a Golden Ticket...
To lift his family from poverty
just like socialists of this real world would
but ragged-trousered-philanthropists see
to it that gangsters rule, the neighborhoods.
Other...
cultivated from the wild mustard plant,
which breeds more greens for the dinning table
cooked world-wide, Occident to the Levant.
Found in literature, valued as a write,
Pliny, George Orwell and Charlie Bucket's
cabbagy meals, supped by poverties light,
dreaming the while of a Golden Ticket...
To lift his family from poverty
just like socialists of this real world would
but ragged-trousered-philanthropists see
to it that gangsters rule, the neighborhoods.
Other...
#rhyming
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