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
Only Smoke and Mirrors...
reflecting on yesterday,
through a clouded haze
smoke wafts like spectres
water colors flow down
from raindrops falling
dripping from fingertips, bleeding
memories
papier mache' angels
with kaleidoscope eyes
looking through picture frames
mirrors of the mind, and carousel
rides
hear the melody of pianos
and woodwinds greeting
sunshine, through smoke and mirrors
...
through a clouded haze
smoke wafts like spectres
water colors flow down
from raindrops falling
dripping from fingertips, bleeding
memories
papier mache' angels
with kaleidoscope eyes
looking through picture frames
mirrors of the mind, and carousel
rides
hear the melody of pianos
and woodwinds greeting
sunshine, through smoke and mirrors
...
#love
#motivational
#sky
#clouds
#rain
369 reads
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Invisible to Beautiful Lies
I've become invisible
to those beautiful lies
shades of grey that dance
across the silver screen
we get lost, but stay motionless
arrows peirce my side,
but still I soar in indigo skies
our souls are captured by flashbacks
of days of the future past
as we remain unseen, invisible
to those beautiful lies, that cloud
the wandering eye...
diving into the shallow end
of a pool, wishing for tomorrow
but we're crashing headlong
into today...as swords cut
through the mists...
...
to those beautiful lies
shades of grey that dance
across the silver screen
we get lost, but stay motionless
arrows peirce my side,
but still I soar in indigo skies
our souls are captured by flashbacks
of days of the future past
as we remain unseen, invisible
to those beautiful lies, that cloud
the wandering eye...
diving into the shallow end
of a pool, wishing for tomorrow
but we're crashing headlong
into today...as swords cut
through the mists...
...
#gothic
#universe
#shadows
#music
#dance
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Megitsune
hidden behind a lotus blossom
her eyes glare, with mischief
a vixen in a silver fur coat
as her tail flows behind...
Megitsune, what kind of tricks
are inside your silken bag?
what surprise do you have in store
for mankind?
sitting unnoticed to the stork
as he balances on one leg in the river
you shiver as summerland breezes
blow through the bamboo trees
Megitsune, where have you been?
like a harlequin dancing in the valley
you're a devil plotting...
...
her eyes glare, with mischief
a vixen in a silver fur coat
as her tail flows behind...
Megitsune, what kind of tricks
are inside your silken bag?
what surprise do you have in store
for mankind?
sitting unnoticed to the stork
as he balances on one leg in the river
you shiver as summerland breezes
blow through the bamboo trees
Megitsune, where have you been?
like a harlequin dancing in the valley
you're a devil plotting...
...
#universe
#animals
#fall
#fire
#nature
339 reads
2 Comments
Convoluted...
the moon's face smiles down
from outer space
we're getting tipsy, drinking
in the stars
soon, we'll be chasing comets
revovering satellites
a push on the swing, we're flying
across galaxies
we capture moonbeams
in a butterfly net
made out lacey curtains
as the smoke drifts like
an effervescent rose, so delicate
it's reflection shatters
when...
from outer space
we're getting tipsy, drinking
in the stars
soon, we'll be chasing comets
revovering satellites
a push on the swing, we're flying
across galaxies
we capture moonbeams
in a butterfly net
made out lacey curtains
as the smoke drifts like
an effervescent rose, so delicate
it's reflection shatters
when...
#inspirational
#universe
#moon
#sky
#fire
332 reads
1 Comment
The Grace of the Gothic Rose (A Triolet)
O' how the gothic rose bleeds
see her withered darkness so graceful
planted down deeply grows seeds
O' how the gothic rose bleeds
the winds whistles amongst the reeds
she stares into the faces of the faithful
O' how the gothic rose bleeds
see her withered darkness so graceful
see her withered darkness so graceful
planted down deeply grows seeds
O' how the gothic rose bleeds
the winds whistles amongst the reeds
she stares into the faces of the faithful
O' how the gothic rose bleeds
see her withered darkness so graceful
#sadness
#dark
#ghosts
#nostalgia
#fear
246 reads
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Black Cat
I hear...
hymns down corridors
from the faceless nuns
that haunt my dreams
feet don't touch
the antiseptic floors
as the moon rises
I hear...
them rapping at the door
is it the wind that
I hear...
or is something sinister
waiting outside in the walls
tapping down the stone halls
yellow eyes glare
from the corner of my room
as I'm stalked by shadows
I hear...
rustling in the darkness
to seal my doom
the hymns get louder
a tussle of wind blowing ...
hymns down corridors
from the faceless nuns
that haunt my dreams
feet don't touch
the antiseptic floors
as the moon rises
I hear...
them rapping at the door
is it the wind that
I hear...
or is something sinister
waiting outside in the walls
tapping down the stone halls
yellow eyes glare
from the corner of my room
as I'm stalked by shadows
I hear...
rustling in the darkness
to seal my doom
the hymns get louder
a tussle of wind blowing ...
#strength
#cats
#Halloween
#ghosts
#fear
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Dear Diary
dear diary...
this flashback is haunting me
just like family ghosts raving
in the parlor
drowning in the spilled tea
of my memory
swirling sugarcubes slowly
with a rusted spoon
another day...
I could smile like a clown performing
under the big top,
but my carnival rides
have all stopped...
staring through a thin veil
they stares like ice
the reflection is clouded
by steaming breath
bubbling...
this flashback is haunting me
just like family ghosts raving
in the parlor
drowning in the spilled tea
of my memory
swirling sugarcubes slowly
with a rusted spoon
another day...
I could smile like a clown performing
under the big top,
but my carnival rides
have all stopped...
staring through a thin veil
they stares like ice
the reflection is clouded
by steaming breath
bubbling...
#dark
#death
#confessional
#bittersweet
#karma
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The Girl in the Red Redcoat
she put her red slicker on
while the parade passed by
on that black and white night
as the pawns kept marching
in a straight line, keeping time
with the metronome...ticking
she hid under a pink umbrella
glancing from under the vinyl
as the raindrops flooded her big eyes
with untimely teardrops...she sobs
the moisture slides down her cheeks
boots on cobblestones...keep marching
she hears the chatter of mockingbird
with white-tipped wings..squawking
waving a black flag in the morning
as the...
while the parade passed by
on that black and white night
as the pawns kept marching
in a straight line, keeping time
with the metronome...ticking
she hid under a pink umbrella
glancing from under the vinyl
as the raindrops flooded her big eyes
with untimely teardrops...she sobs
the moisture slides down her cheeks
boots on cobblestones...keep marching
she hears the chatter of mockingbird
with white-tipped wings..squawking
waving a black flag in the morning
as the...
#courage
#spiritual
#emptiness
#daughter
#bittersweet
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Mockery
O' you mock me so...
brittle basin...overflows
leaking hemlock and water
of the decaying crocus
painted black...smeared
lipstick stains the cheek
splatters of paint...caressing
the chilly touch of death
so cold is her breath
upon the nape of my neck
old bones...they creak
and mother's bones...turned to dust
locked inside a sarcophagus
valley of the kings...valley of the dolls
screaming and raggedy faces
stitched with a rusted needle
that mother gave to me...
smoke from the...
brittle basin...overflows
leaking hemlock and water
of the decaying crocus
painted black...smeared
lipstick stains the cheek
splatters of paint...caressing
the chilly touch of death
so cold is her breath
upon the nape of my neck
old bones...they creak
and mother's bones...turned to dust
locked inside a sarcophagus
valley of the kings...valley of the dolls
screaming and raggedy faces
stitched with a rusted needle
that mother gave to me...
smoke from the...
#dark
#fear
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Gothic Rendezvous
sunlight in a wonded hand
grasping for bitter-sweet ale
as my body lies in a heap
on the fallow grounds
spitting poison on my grave
as my harlequin eyes gaze
ghostly sister calling from cemetery
from the aftermath of war cries
bleeding clovers... crimson lips
back to the ocean, I scream
at the harpies swarming overhead
swooping down upon the garden
where my sister's ghost lays
matchstick girl this morning
she found stars laying at her feet
smoldering from...
grasping for bitter-sweet ale
as my body lies in a heap
on the fallow grounds
spitting poison on my grave
as my harlequin eyes gaze
ghostly sister calling from cemetery
from the aftermath of war cries
bleeding clovers... crimson lips
back to the ocean, I scream
at the harpies swarming overhead
swooping down upon the garden
where my sister's ghost lays
matchstick girl this morning
she found stars laying at her feet
smoldering from...
#dark
#gothic
#fairies
#metaphor
#Romanticism
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Death of A Crane
toppling towers
fall into rough seas
speak dying crane
tides rolling in
as crab scuttles pass
a diving beak
crash of waves
washing up mermaids
sing sweet melodies
tiptoe on panes of glass
waft rats they scurry
into fishing nets
dying crane
finds a herringbone
to snack upon at dawn
as the lotus blossom
drifts down the stream
of memory
fall into rough seas
speak dying crane
tides rolling in
as crab scuttles pass
a diving beak
crash of waves
washing up mermaids
sing sweet melodies
tiptoe on panes of glass
waft rats they scurry
into fishing nets
dying crane
finds a herringbone
to snack upon at dawn
as the lotus blossom
drifts down the stream
of memory
#sea
#birds
#water
#haiku
#symbolism
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White Cat Caught in a Snowstorm
..like a white cat caught in snowstorm
those spectres remain unseen
floating like black balloons
whispering to me
air seems thick, as factories
belch out smoke and steam
while we gaze into the kettle
the ink has dried it seems
...hear the march of the underground
they're marching in the streets
rifles rised ready to fire, marionettes
dangling from strings
white cat stalks juicy rats
camouflaged in the snow
sniper waits on his target
pouncing on his prey
yellow eyes dart...
those spectres remain unseen
floating like black balloons
whispering to me
air seems thick, as factories
belch out smoke and steam
while we gaze into the kettle
the ink has dried it seems
...hear the march of the underground
they're marching in the streets
rifles rised ready to fire, marionettes
dangling from strings
white cat stalks juicy rats
camouflaged in the snow
sniper waits on his target
pouncing on his prey
yellow eyes dart...
#war
#cats
#steampunk
#dystopian
#scifi
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DU Poetry : Submissions by Shinobi (Randall Reedy)