Submissions by Rew
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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SELF POEM
Published
12th Dec 2022 12:22pm
12th Dec 2022 12:22pm
When my Wings Grow
Next wintertime when my wings grow,
I shall flee these dank isles to go
where hail shall not batter at me,
and fly across some emerald sea
to where sunshine falls, not cold snow.
I shall be guided by rainbows;
the springtime cuckoo's soft echo,
the murmuring of honey bees,
Next Wintertime...
There, I'll run fleet through green meadows
not peak out on cold frost rimed snow,
this sun will fill me with such glee
not dread, thick winter clothed, but free
to glow, but when,...
I shall flee these dank isles to go
where hail shall not batter at me,
and fly across some emerald sea
to where sunshine falls, not cold snow.
I shall be guided by rainbows;
the springtime cuckoo's soft echo,
the murmuring of honey bees,
Next Wintertime...
There, I'll run fleet through green meadows
not peak out on cold frost rimed snow,
this sun will fill me with such glee
not dread, thick winter clothed, but free
to glow, but when,...
#rhyming
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6 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
9th Dec 2022 9:49am
9th Dec 2022 9:49am
The Bisto-Kid.
It's dark and damp in Georgia, near
this Cahulawassee river,
a jungle like Borneo, it's clear
as I break another nail, and shiver.
On the Appalachian trail
a visit to the primitive past,
" I must be outta my tree," I wail
but mostly I need food and fast.
" Dinner's ready " a ghostly moan
dies away in the falling night,
a rattle of pans make me groan
coz I ain't dined since early light.
The smell of smoke awakes my plight ...
this Cahulawassee river,
a jungle like Borneo, it's clear
as I break another nail, and shiver.
On the Appalachian trail
a visit to the primitive past,
" I must be outta my tree," I wail
but mostly I need food and fast.
" Dinner's ready " a ghostly moan
dies away in the falling night,
a rattle of pans make me groan
coz I ain't dined since early light.
The smell of smoke awakes my plight ...
#rhyming
239 reads
14 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
7th Dec 2022 1:06pm
7th Dec 2022 1:06pm
W. H. Speaks.
Had you compared me 'to a summer's day,'
as hot lightning bolts flashed from angry eye
and sterner stuff than 'darling bud's of may'
with thunder-claps roiling off tongue, I cried
as your weak pen wrote me towards my grave
and gave me over to other eyes and hand,
passionless, hid, behind your black ink's shade
and what beauty I owned now, ever dimmed,
entombed in the bland coffin of your script
eternally...
as hot lightning bolts flashed from angry eye
and sterner stuff than 'darling bud's of may'
with thunder-claps roiling off tongue, I cried
as your weak pen wrote me towards my grave
and gave me over to other eyes and hand,
passionless, hid, behind your black ink's shade
and what beauty I owned now, ever dimmed,
entombed in the bland coffin of your script
eternally...
#sonnet
206 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Dec 2022 4:28pm
6th Dec 2022 4:28pm
(my) ' The Nymphs Reply to the Shepherd '
Since all the world and love is one
and truth issues from your glib tongue,
and maiden's wiles your chance improve
I'll live with you and be your love.
And I shall dance and your words sing
for your delight, each gay morning,
and be your muse though nag you so
you Will outwrite that upstart crow!
But I'd rather have a divan bed
than those roses that you have said,
you forgot the thorns, I suppose,
they'd not do much for our repose...
And I'm not sure 'bout those hard rocks
so pull some wool...
and truth issues from your glib tongue,
and maiden's wiles your chance improve
I'll live with you and be your love.
And I shall dance and your words sing
for your delight, each gay morning,
and be your muse though nag you so
you Will outwrite that upstart crow!
But I'd rather have a divan bed
than those roses that you have said,
you forgot the thorns, I suppose,
they'd not do much for our repose...
And I'm not sure 'bout those hard rocks
so pull some wool...
#rhyming
#parody
#historical
273 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Dec 2022 7:24pm
4th Dec 2022 7:24pm
I'm Wintering?
I'm wintering from frigid air
my bloodless bones cold air can't bear,
north winds were whistling ' get inside '
I did, thanks, and got my hide fried
now I hibernate, like the bears.
I've three square, warmth, but not much care
a window through which I can stare,
these six months I shall so abide
I'm wintering...
An' I guess it was only fair
my boots worn thin my clothes threadbare,
soon, there's Christmas dinner, besides
who cares, as Hobo, I got tried...
and jailed, as I pace my small lair
I'm...
my bloodless bones cold air can't bear,
north winds were whistling ' get inside '
I did, thanks, and got my hide fried
now I hibernate, like the bears.
I've three square, warmth, but not much care
a window through which I can stare,
these six months I shall so abide
I'm wintering...
An' I guess it was only fair
my boots worn thin my clothes threadbare,
soon, there's Christmas dinner, besides
who cares, as Hobo, I got tried...
and jailed, as I pace my small lair
I'm...
#rhyming
185 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Nov 2022 11:22pm
16th Nov 2022 11:22pm
a Brief fantasy
I see only women's faces
stretching back to our birth by Eve,
of the men, there are no traces,
and I, breathe a great sigh of relief...
I'm not sorry, father, brother,
I am not sorry uncle, son,
for I'm with all mother's mother's
are you with, the deceitful one?
stretching back to our birth by Eve,
of the men, there are no traces,
and I, breathe a great sigh of relief...
I'm not sorry, father, brother,
I am not sorry uncle, son,
for I'm with all mother's mother's
are you with, the deceitful one?
#rhyming
#feminism
310 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Nov 2022 9:28pm
9th Nov 2022 9:28pm
Us Are Bled.
Don't sing me limp sugary songs
sung by simpering in-tune fools
who think waspish ivy league sounds
could be a disarmament tool.
I have no wish to be too cruel
but strumming strings with noddy heads
vapid eyes, thinking " ain't we cool "
snake-charm's killers to make us dead!
War's blood and guts and jack-boot pound
not some romantic troubadour's duel,
it's, " hard rains gonna fall," killing grounds,
from dictator's death-wish to rule.
Not mess of potage from music school
but Make ME Great Again as said ...
sung by simpering in-tune fools
who think waspish ivy league sounds
could be a disarmament tool.
I have no wish to be too cruel
but strumming strings with noddy heads
vapid eyes, thinking " ain't we cool "
snake-charm's killers to make us dead!
War's blood and guts and jack-boot pound
not some romantic troubadour's duel,
it's, " hard rains gonna fall," killing grounds,
from dictator's death-wish to rule.
Not mess of potage from music school
but Make ME Great Again as said ...
#rhyming
235 reads
6 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
26th Oct 2022 10:04pm
26th Oct 2022 10:04pm
In Season, I Dream...
My springtime's never ending suns
I carry sunglow from window to bed,
planning, when the next day has come,
just as soon as the pets are fed,
and I've tidied up my empty head,
walked the dog, give cat the cream,
to run and jump and skip and play
not laze around and sleep and dream...
My summer sun's they always shone
so brightly that they hurt my eyes,
and I hid and wished it, Begone!
with my false exasperated sighs...
I lazed around and fantasied,
conjured darkness for my needs,
and willed self toy for troglodytes ...
I carry sunglow from window to bed,
planning, when the next day has come,
just as soon as the pets are fed,
and I've tidied up my empty head,
walked the dog, give cat the cream,
to run and jump and skip and play
not laze around and sleep and dream...
My summer sun's they always shone
so brightly that they hurt my eyes,
and I hid and wished it, Begone!
with my false exasperated sighs...
I lazed around and fantasied,
conjured darkness for my needs,
and willed self toy for troglodytes ...
#dark
#dreams
#rhyming #erotic
#rhyming #erotic
233 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
25th Oct 2022 10:51pm
25th Oct 2022 10:51pm
My Stoney Heart.
How sly she is, in her own way,
she bids me, stay! she shouts me, go!
then winds around me then my mind prays
to argue forever in this way, although,
When my girl smiles at me
with teeth so strong so white and sharp,
that when I'm vexed with this she,
I will her. " Bite me through my stoney heart."
she bids me, stay! she shouts me, go!
then winds around me then my mind prays
to argue forever in this way, although,
When my girl smiles at me
with teeth so strong so white and sharp,
that when I'm vexed with this she,
I will her. " Bite me through my stoney heart."
#myself
293 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Oct 2022 3:11pm
24th Oct 2022 3:11pm
Full Circle
I've heard the calling breeze of Mars
seen its dust-hazed red setting sun
though folk, perhaps, may go so far
regretfully I shan't be one.
My birth too soon to hear the hum
of rocket's start's fast thrusting blasts
and racket of life's leaping rush
to new future's from ancient paths,
Perhaps crossing of some new bar
as ancient Mariners have done,
in heaven's-bent stainless steel barques
sailing to new worlds now we've won
the old with stone, bark canoe, some
brand new tools now to hack, fantast
driven,...
seen its dust-hazed red setting sun
though folk, perhaps, may go so far
regretfully I shan't be one.
My birth too soon to hear the hum
of rocket's start's fast thrusting blasts
and racket of life's leaping rush
to new future's from ancient paths,
Perhaps crossing of some new bar
as ancient Mariners have done,
in heaven's-bent stainless steel barques
sailing to new worlds now we've won
the old with stone, bark canoe, some
brand new tools now to hack, fantast
driven,...
#humankind
271 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Oct 2022 12:19pm
22nd Oct 2022 12:19pm
Contrast.
Among the silvery leaves at eve's
where country lane and stillness weave,
an easiness with my heart's sound
in sandaled feet on grassy ground.
Amongst the stumbling mass that heaves
where drunkenness and ill will weave
uneasiness and my heart pounds,
as hobnailed boots smack concrete ground...
where country lane and stillness weave,
an easiness with my heart's sound
in sandaled feet on grassy ground.
Amongst the stumbling mass that heaves
where drunkenness and ill will weave
uneasiness and my heart pounds,
as hobnailed boots smack concrete ground...
#rhyming
#myself
174 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
17th Oct 2022 11:27am
17th Oct 2022 11:27am
Knowing Hands... ( a villanelle )
Shall I love you with my lip and soft hands
the intelligence of my fingertips?
I loved you before you bestowed your glance,
the sweetness in your eye, so sure, enhanced
this, faintest of smiles you showed on your lip,
I shall worship you with lip and fine hands,
then, for all we will enjoy love's romance
lip on lip as we begin to kiss, sip,
Oh, I loved you before you cast your glance,
mesmerizing me into this, my trance,
as my heart began its dance and thus wished
to worship...
the intelligence of my fingertips?
I loved you before you bestowed your glance,
the sweetness in your eye, so sure, enhanced
this, faintest of smiles you showed on your lip,
I shall worship you with lip and fine hands,
then, for all we will enjoy love's romance
lip on lip as we begin to kiss, sip,
Oh, I loved you before you cast your glance,
mesmerizing me into this, my trance,
as my heart began its dance and thus wished
to worship...
#villanelle
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