Submissions by Shinobi (Randall Reedy)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My work is a bit more on the surreal side of poetry, I love the abstract darker side of nature, and show that in my work I feel I am underrated but I think all poets feel they underrated, I enjoy Haiku, English Haiku, Triolets, Acrostic, and Lai structure
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Oct 2024 2:42pm
17th Oct 2024 2:42pm
Peanut Butter Sandwich In Parliament
he strolled down the lane
taking peanut butter sandwiches
to the prime minister, while
whistling a jaunty tune, about
fool's gold and a baboon.
he knocked at the door
from the chamber there was an uproar
switching off the telly, labor
wanted jelly, to fill their fat bellies
and as for the torries, they
want to regal him about war
and past glories, while they
jumped into foxholes, smearing
themselves in marmite.
a comedy of errors, a cast of characters
that were caricatures of themselves...
taking peanut butter sandwiches
to the prime minister, while
whistling a jaunty tune, about
fool's gold and a baboon.
he knocked at the door
from the chamber there was an uproar
switching off the telly, labor
wanted jelly, to fill their fat bellies
and as for the torries, they
want to regal him about war
and past glories, while they
jumped into foxholes, smearing
themselves in marmite.
a comedy of errors, a cast of characters
that were caricatures of themselves...
#consumerism
#food
#funny
#politics
#rhyming
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Oct 2024 1:32pm
14th Oct 2024 1:32pm
Lon Chaney Jr.
sweet torment,
don't splash your wine on me
these pockets are empty.
perched on a barstool
head held in calloused hands
as the lamplight shines
upon a weathered face,etched
with years
vespers murmur
as the conductor wields a swizzle stick
arid martinis know the truth.
limelight, it casts shadows
from Hollywood and Vine
I stutter, speaking
to a Woodward Avenue girl
man becomes the monster,
radio static whispers,
sweet voices torment
a green rosetta ripped...
don't splash your wine on me
these pockets are empty.
perched on a barstool
head held in calloused hands
as the lamplight shines
upon a weathered face,etched
with years
vespers murmur
as the conductor wields a swizzle stick
arid martinis know the truth.
limelight, it casts shadows
from Hollywood and Vine
I stutter, speaking
to a Woodward Avenue girl
man becomes the monster,
radio static whispers,
sweet voices torment
a green rosetta ripped...
#addiction
#fate
#identity
#redemption
#wisdom
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STORY POEM
Published
20th Sep 2024 3:43pm
20th Sep 2024 3:43pm
Sunburst: The Age of the Slaughtered Lamb
with a grind, than a halt
sunburst chariots falter
glistening in the shade
of harmony.
beholden and drastic
casualties of conflict
quivering jawline, darting eyes
from beneath a masquerade
spoken in phrases of peace
trumpets blare, bombs burst
indiglow clouds passing by
arsenic and old lace, no trace
to be left...just a frown that evades
the teardrop from a clown.
no quarter given, no resistance taken.
for bravery is our mission.
when the trumpet sounds, hooves
will shake...
sunburst chariots falter
glistening in the shade
of harmony.
beholden and drastic
casualties of conflict
quivering jawline, darting eyes
from beneath a masquerade
spoken in phrases of peace
trumpets blare, bombs burst
indiglow clouds passing by
arsenic and old lace, no trace
to be left...just a frown that evades
the teardrop from a clown.
no quarter given, no resistance taken.
for bravery is our mission.
when the trumpet sounds, hooves
will shake...
#dystopian
#fire
#scifi
#shadows
#sun
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DARK POEM
Published
24th Jul 2024 12:34pm
24th Jul 2024 12:34pm
Paraffin Wax
my darkness encroaches in
turning their eyes from pitch-black
to sparkling white, banshee screams
"Let me out!"
the music smells like a tributary
where the water ends, shout on
you voices from the beyond...
for there's aggravation in the air
aggression on the airwaves.
with a flood of aggression
closer we are to edit, fingering
dials and diodes, the rhythm
bores into your frontal lobe
like a rusty spike, probing
through cavities, sealing thoughts
with wax
turning their eyes from pitch-black
to sparkling white, banshee screams
"Let me out!"
the music smells like a tributary
where the water ends, shout on
you voices from the beyond...
for there's aggravation in the air
aggression on the airwaves.
with a flood of aggression
closer we are to edit, fingering
dials and diodes, the rhythm
bores into your frontal lobe
like a rusty spike, probing
through cavities, sealing thoughts
with wax
#dark
#fate
#ghosts
#gothic
#shadows
147 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Dec 2023 3:44am
30th Dec 2023 3:44am
A Conversation with a Wooden Parrot
I took home a wooden parrot
who was crunching on a carrot
chased by mischievous ferrets
because he didn't want to pay tariffs
setting sail on the jolly Roger
a pet of some old cogger
his plumage was red and green
techno-color on the silver screen
who was crunching on a carrot
chased by mischievous ferrets
because he didn't want to pay tariffs
setting sail on the jolly Roger
a pet of some old cogger
his plumage was red and green
techno-color on the silver screen
#rhyming
#funny
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DARK POEM
Published
10th Nov 2023 2:17am
10th Nov 2023 2:17am
Presto
see the tables floating
no strings attached...
like a mannequin..presto
vanishing before your eyes
spectral locomotive rushing
through my vocal mind...
silver-blue...frozen in silence
standing outside in the cold
presto...I radiate more heat
than light.
I'm not one who believes in magic
sometimes I have second sight.
heard the thunder behind her eyes
with a wave of my magic wand
we'll disappear...
yes I've seen the candles floating ...
no strings attached...
like a mannequin..presto
vanishing before your eyes
spectral locomotive rushing
through my vocal mind...
silver-blue...frozen in silence
standing outside in the cold
presto...I radiate more heat
than light.
I'm not one who believes in magic
sometimes I have second sight.
heard the thunder behind her eyes
with a wave of my magic wand
we'll disappear...
yes I've seen the candles floating ...
#dark
#ghosts
#PowerOfWords #mythology
#PowerOfWords #mythology
160 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Nov 2023 7:22pm
7th Nov 2023 7:22pm
Molten Gold
shackles and chains
dangle from up above
he's pacing grooves into the floor
dipping his fingers,
into the decadent molten gold
with brush strokes that rival
the visions of angels and demons.
broken mirrors, reflection unstrung
craving his last words into stone walls.
molten gold drips like fiery teardrops
spilling over his crestfallen eyes
bitterness leaves streaks, that shine
in the moonlight...
these burnt offerings I've offered
as the lute hums, and bandy bards
sing songs of a...
dangle from up above
he's pacing grooves into the floor
dipping his fingers,
into the decadent molten gold
with brush strokes that rival
the visions of angels and demons.
broken mirrors, reflection unstrung
craving his last words into stone walls.
molten gold drips like fiery teardrops
spilling over his crestfallen eyes
bitterness leaves streaks, that shine
in the moonlight...
these burnt offerings I've offered
as the lute hums, and bandy bards
sing songs of a...
#religion
#angels
#ghosts #mythology
#ghosts #mythology
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Dec 2021 4:28pm
20th Dec 2021 4:28pm
See the light of day
fleeting footsteps
crunching snow and ice
yellowed pages smeared
words left unsaid...flittering
in the darkness, beyond sight
step lively through catacombs
the fetid bloom of deadwood
black cat yowling in the corner
leather clad boots stomping
kindling for the bonfire
without books we are reduced
to imbeciles who drool, fools
without the intellect to come in
from the driving rain...droplets
cutting the shade of night
It saddens me, to think the manuscripts
that burned, they will never see ...
crunching snow and ice
yellowed pages smeared
words left unsaid...flittering
in the darkness, beyond sight
step lively through catacombs
the fetid bloom of deadwood
black cat yowling in the corner
leather clad boots stomping
kindling for the bonfire
without books we are reduced
to imbeciles who drool, fools
without the intellect to come in
from the driving rain...droplets
cutting the shade of night
It saddens me, to think the manuscripts
that burned, they will never see ...
#politics
#FreeVerse
#art
#culture
#morality
381 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Dec 2021 8:22pm
5th Dec 2021 8:22pm
Boys Don't Cry
bitter teardrops dance
on the brim of my coffee cup
as steam greets my lips
my bloodstone has cracked
leaving the kitchen floor soaked
with sickly crimson liqueur
sitting at the kitchen table
I notice my cat
his fur grey and white, he's called Thomas
head stuck in a bowl of kibble
I could of called him Kinkade
after the poet of the same name
but he was named by my youngest son
he's named after that train...
bittersweet coffee stirred
with a tarnished silver spoon
animatronic motions,...
on the brim of my coffee cup
as steam greets my lips
my bloodstone has cracked
leaving the kitchen floor soaked
with sickly crimson liqueur
sitting at the kitchen table
I notice my cat
his fur grey and white, he's called Thomas
head stuck in a bowl of kibble
I could of called him Kinkade
after the poet of the same name
but he was named by my youngest son
he's named after that train...
bittersweet coffee stirred
with a tarnished silver spoon
animatronic motions,...
#strength
#secrets
#emotional
#meditation
#bittersweet
473 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
16th Nov 2021 3:16am
16th Nov 2021 3:16am
My Mana
hear the bells; chiming at midnight...
sounds muffled by veils of twilight...
shuttering under a kodachrome light
as my shadows dances; hidden from sight.
I face the demon: the succubus,
hiding behind the camera lens...
clicking the button; my soul
leaving me an abstract
of the man I once had been
yes..making me cower
for the photo speaks in tongues
as flash powder grasps
the dragon by his spiky tail
muzzle placed on his gaping jaws
while I'm her prisoner
lost inside her photographers
draining......
sounds muffled by veils of twilight...
shuttering under a kodachrome light
as my shadows dances; hidden from sight.
I face the demon: the succubus,
hiding behind the camera lens...
clicking the button; my soul
leaving me an abstract
of the man I once had been
yes..making me cower
for the photo speaks in tongues
as flash powder grasps
the dragon by his spiky tail
muzzle placed on his gaping jaws
while I'm her prisoner
lost inside her photographers
draining......
#sadness
#dark
#romantic
#learning
#surreal
568 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
30th Oct 2021 5:10am
30th Oct 2021 5:10am
A Gothic Poem
man made rust, and diamond dust
broken vessels of the arcane
spell spoken from ruby lips
rhyming like a poetic refrain
how my pulse races...
haunted remnants of the wilting rose
blows through argent winds
scarlet sunburst, crimson petals
electric blue avenues, welcoming
the highway man's smoking barrel
the colors snap poloroids...
I'm not sub-human
my roots are buried deep
as the moon dangles wafer-thin
and the river calls to me
coiling on the forest floor
there is a...
broken vessels of the arcane
spell spoken from ruby lips
rhyming like a poetic refrain
how my pulse races...
haunted remnants of the wilting rose
blows through argent winds
scarlet sunburst, crimson petals
electric blue avenues, welcoming
the highway man's smoking barrel
the colors snap poloroids...
I'm not sub-human
my roots are buried deep
as the moon dangles wafer-thin
and the river calls to me
coiling on the forest floor
there is a...
#SylviaPlath
#sensual
#witches
#symbolism
#fear
588 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
30th Oct 2021 3:15am
30th Oct 2021 3:15am
The Corpse Bride
shriek of a violet
as the sunset cracks violently
cascading light dances
on her tomb...
she slips from her casket
her dress tattered and worn
empty eyes, tear soaked veil
where a scorch of scarlet
draws the smell rare earth,
and blood drenched after birth
she swam to deep into
the lake of Muertos
her fury is volcanic
bosom bleeds, from a frilly bodice
as her scorpion tongue,
leaves it's poisonous sting
He waits like an Irish wolfhound
scrapping...
as the sunset cracks violently
cascading light dances
on her tomb...
she slips from her casket
her dress tattered and worn
empty eyes, tear soaked veil
where a scorch of scarlet
draws the smell rare earth,
and blood drenched after birth
she swam to deep into
the lake of Muertos
her fury is volcanic
bosom bleeds, from a frilly bodice
as her scorpion tongue,
leaves it's poisonous sting
He waits like an Irish wolfhound
scrapping...
#dark
#marriage
#death
#vampires
#nightmares
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