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
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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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
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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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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
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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
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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
484 reads
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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
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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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The Firefly Crashes
shattering the cosmos
firefly lands on a monitor
looking for intelligent life
blink lights, big city nights
jet engines sputtering out
cracks on the of the moon
can't be found
rustling leaves twisting
in the vacuum of space
listen, there thunder underground
as we tip our hats
firefly dives, goes splat
God's fly swatter
snaps
firefly lands on a monitor
looking for intelligent life
blink lights, big city nights
jet engines sputtering out
cracks on the of the moon
can't be found
rustling leaves twisting
in the vacuum of space
listen, there thunder underground
as we tip our hats
firefly dives, goes splat
God's fly swatter
snaps
#inspirational
#moon
#shadows
#nature
#scifi
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Another Tale of Woe
the smell of her perfume, it still lingers
an unpleasant fragrance that reminds
of a multitude of memories...invading
the senses with their stench of the past
I look up in the technicolor sky, blinking
my curious eyes, as eagles swoop down
their plumage of black-n-white...beautiful
yet I am frightened by the spectres beyond
their marble stare...it shoots arrows into me
so flow on waters, from those ivory towers
erupting from...
an unpleasant fragrance that reminds
of a multitude of memories...invading
the senses with their stench of the past
I look up in the technicolor sky, blinking
my curious eyes, as eagles swoop down
their plumage of black-n-white...beautiful
yet I am frightened by the spectres beyond
their marble stare...it shoots arrows into me
so flow on waters, from those ivory towers
erupting from...
#sadness
#loneliness
#heartbroken
#ghosts
#bittersweet
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Standing Alone in a Field of Trampled Tulips
Once a year...
I'm selected by my peers
to stand in a field
of brutally trampled tulips
a smell of death...decay
of the blossoms is putrid
the acrid scent of their perfume
rises from their flowerbed
where I am left to stand..sentry
like a scarecrow, gazing wide-eyed
while on fallow grounds, slumbering
petals yawn beneath my feet...a somber tone
O'the sound of a harp, O' the melody
how it drifts in, as I stand motionless
amongst their brutal colors,
and maskless faces, tracing my mouth ...
I'm selected by my peers
to stand in a field
of brutally trampled tulips
a smell of death...decay
of the blossoms is putrid
the acrid scent of their perfume
rises from their flowerbed
where I am left to stand..sentry
like a scarecrow, gazing wide-eyed
while on fallow grounds, slumbering
petals yawn beneath my feet...a somber tone
O'the sound of a harp, O' the melody
how it drifts in, as I stand motionless
amongst their brutal colors,
and maskless faces, tracing my mouth ...
#Halloween
#ghosts
#EdgarAllanPoe
#curse
#zombies
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Blood On The Bricks
quickly the crimson blade
slices through the skin
spraying from his arteries
physical graffiti of society
from brick walls it drips
with burnt offerings...
arrows peirce the sores
as the moon collides
smashing into their faces
in the age of reason there is
madness...
a broken cycle of colors and elements
tossed from a moving transport
sanguine diamonds splattering
across the pavement, as we
curl into fetal positions waiting
for the sun to rise...
slices through the skin
spraying from his arteries
physical graffiti of society
from brick walls it drips
with burnt offerings...
arrows peirce the sores
as the moon collides
smashing into their faces
in the age of reason there is
madness...
a broken cycle of colors and elements
tossed from a moving transport
sanguine diamonds splattering
across the pavement, as we
curl into fetal positions waiting
for the sun to rise...
#death
#nightmares
#steampunk
#surreal
#dystopian
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DU Poetry : Submissions by Shinobi (Randall Reedy)