Submissions by Rew
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
i came to this page to write something jeez, I've forgotten what...
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Oct 2022 10:07pm
7th Oct 2022 10:07pm
The Great Dying
This sun with its attendant train
of rocks orbits this Galaxy,
this done twenty times in this vein
since cold and small science tells me.
Two hundred million years will see
it again in this space as it soars
falling ever majestically
towards the milky way heart's core.
Did it pass this way through strange rays
the last time round, we cannot see,
those years ago but same pathway
and as it passed a killing spree
occured on land, oceans, air and seas,
beasts, fish, insects, birds even...
of rocks orbits this Galaxy,
this done twenty times in this vein
since cold and small science tells me.
Two hundred million years will see
it again in this space as it soars
falling ever majestically
towards the milky way heart's core.
Did it pass this way through strange rays
the last time round, we cannot see,
those years ago but same pathway
and as it passed a killing spree
occured on land, oceans, air and seas,
beasts, fish, insects, birds even...
#politics
#rhyming
#greed #manipulation
#greed #manipulation
278 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Oct 2022 5:29pm
7th Oct 2022 5:29pm
Fashion Lingerie
We're put away for special nights
although those nights can last for days,
we're made for time of dimmed down lights
we wait with sweet smelling sachets...
Miles from whale-boned corsets or stays
we wait to cling to thighs, hips, legs,
and her breasts, we're her silky lingerie,
designed to thrill and make boys, beg
when she's out to play...
Not for she her drab daytime tights
our stockings go near all the way,
to where she hides her nights delights
behind silk, when she's out to play.
Her half-cup bra designed to...
although those nights can last for days,
we're made for time of dimmed down lights
we wait with sweet smelling sachets...
Miles from whale-boned corsets or stays
we wait to cling to thighs, hips, legs,
and her breasts, we're her silky lingerie,
designed to thrill and make boys, beg
when she's out to play...
Not for she her drab daytime tights
our stockings go near all the way,
to where she hides her nights delights
behind silk, when she's out to play.
Her half-cup bra designed to...
#rhyming
239 reads
7 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Oct 2022 11:10pm
6th Oct 2022 11:10pm
Thieving Kiss.
I kissed a boy when I was young
a wooden nickel was my gain,
and on my sticky liquorice lips
he insisted on a kiss again.
He probed my mouth with his hard tongue
I distinctly remember this,
and when he'd finished when he had done
he stole my gum with his thieving kiss...
a wooden nickel was my gain,
and on my sticky liquorice lips
he insisted on a kiss again.
He probed my mouth with his hard tongue
I distinctly remember this,
and when he'd finished when he had done
he stole my gum with his thieving kiss...
#rhyming
#funny
334 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Oct 2022 9:38pm
4th Oct 2022 9:38pm
Villanelle Age of Steam
I would love to live in the age of steam
so grandly elegant with its great grace
tis such a romantic place where I dream,
Those ships and engines with brasses a'gleam
Besler's steam airplane flew! Gas? In your face!
I would love to live in the age of steam.
The Golden Arrow the African Queen
they've such lovely lyrical names in place
tis such a romantic place for my dreams,
Stanley's Steamer car ran ever so clean
there wasn't so much hurry or much haste
I would love to live in the age of...
so grandly elegant with its great grace
tis such a romantic place where I dream,
Those ships and engines with brasses a'gleam
Besler's steam airplane flew! Gas? In your face!
I would love to live in the age of steam.
The Golden Arrow the African Queen
they've such lovely lyrical names in place
tis such a romantic place for my dreams,
Stanley's Steamer car ran ever so clean
there wasn't so much hurry or much haste
I would love to live in the age of...
#villanelle
213 reads
4 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
4th Oct 2022 1:40am
4th Oct 2022 1:40am
Ode to the Forever Gone.
Getting and spending wasting our being
slaves not to body's needs but wants of eye,
those greedy-orbs set up high seeing things
beyond hand's grasp becomes, so highly prized!
Long before our spoken words could be wrote
or passing time told by brass-necked tin clocks,
the prize was on the hoof and in the wind
hunger for it gripped the belly and throat
the price of that prize, sweat and thrown flint rocks
the only way to reach it, swift lithe limbs. ...
slaves not to body's needs but wants of eye,
those greedy-orbs set up high seeing things
beyond hand's grasp becomes, so highly prized!
Long before our spoken words could be wrote
or passing time told by brass-necked tin clocks,
the prize was on the hoof and in the wind
hunger for it gripped the belly and throat
the price of that prize, sweat and thrown flint rocks
the only way to reach it, swift lithe limbs. ...
#dreams
291 reads
5 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
3rd Oct 2022 4:54pm
3rd Oct 2022 4:54pm
The Itchin' & bitchin' Venus blues.
We are living high in the sky
pioneers on this Sister Earth,
fifty clicks up, I don't know why
I left the planet of my birth.
It tugs my hide, such sweet blue curves.
I stink of sweat, perspiration
drip, drip, drips it gets my nerve
an I itch, unwashed, unshaven
O why on earth, yeah, did I leave home?
A thousand bucks per? A girls thighs?
shotgun wed or Fort Leavenworth?
They said time's strange here, it goes by
backwards, so I got me a berth
Yeah, recruiters full o' shit mirth
sunsets east, cheers...
pioneers on this Sister Earth,
fifty clicks up, I don't know why
I left the planet of my birth.
It tugs my hide, such sweet blue curves.
I stink of sweat, perspiration
drip, drip, drips it gets my nerve
an I itch, unwashed, unshaven
O why on earth, yeah, did I leave home?
A thousand bucks per? A girls thighs?
shotgun wed or Fort Leavenworth?
They said time's strange here, it goes by
backwards, so I got me a berth
Yeah, recruiters full o' shit mirth
sunsets east, cheers...
#dreams
373 reads
11 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Oct 2022 3:43pm
2nd Oct 2022 3:43pm
A Moonflower I
Her pale full beauty still haunts my mind
but she is far beyond heart's grasp,
she beams on me she seems so kind,
I am mesmerised my eyes stuck fast.
A Lunatic, I , at the last
as tides within surge ebb and roar
my eyes forever are up cast
as I soar upwards to adore.
Her Mother, sun, can burn and blind
her power beams so wide and vast,
but I believe that I have chimed
with daughter moon my lot, is cast.
I've seen her pale light as I glanced,
as Moonflower I beg for more,
but by sunrise hopes may be...
but she is far beyond heart's grasp,
she beams on me she seems so kind,
I am mesmerised my eyes stuck fast.
A Lunatic, I , at the last
as tides within surge ebb and roar
my eyes forever are up cast
as I soar upwards to adore.
Her Mother, sun, can burn and blind
her power beams so wide and vast,
but I believe that I have chimed
with daughter moon my lot, is cast.
I've seen her pale light as I glanced,
as Moonflower I beg for more,
but by sunrise hopes may be...
#dreams
297 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Oct 2022 11:39am
1st Oct 2022 11:39am
I do Love Rhyme (an unexpected love)
I do love rhyme the way it curves
words like star's mass makes spacetime swerve
photons, switching bright light round bends
so tis with poem's rhyme sense sends
lines round with great verve not like terse
grumpy prose's dead end line words
pretending measured tread could serve
instead of rhyme, man's ancient friend?
I do love rhyme.
From before time as woman birthed
man's tribe her heartbeat's music served
to sooth savage breasts until penned
in mind with...
words like star's mass makes spacetime swerve
photons, switching bright light round bends
so tis with poem's rhyme sense sends
lines round with great verve not like terse
grumpy prose's dead end line words
pretending measured tread could serve
instead of rhyme, man's ancient friend?
I do love rhyme.
From before time as woman birthed
man's tribe her heartbeat's music served
to sooth savage breasts until penned
in mind with...
#rhyming
#WritingPoetry
389 reads
6 Comments
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