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
DARK POEM
Published
5th Oct 2021 4:15pm
5th Oct 2021 4:15pm
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
348 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
5th Oct 2021 4:05pm
5th Oct 2021 4:05pm
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
347 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Sep 2021 1:09pm
30th Sep 2021 1:09pm
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
459 reads
1 Comment
STORY POEM
Published
29th Sep 2021 2:48pm
29th Sep 2021 2:48pm
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
428 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Sep 2021 2:44pm
27th Sep 2021 2:44pm
Helen Bonham Carter
Burly Bertha, the barmaid
was quite buxom beneath her bodice
Sir Billy he's a dashing blade
he squims in his seat like a mollusk
piper pipes at the gate at dawn
you hear his gayity in his song
shut your cake hole, but I prefer pie
top of the pops, and cherries never stop
growing from branches,
waiting to be plucked
whale bone, xylophone played at night
bubblegum pop gets caught in your hair
swatting at flies with the evening news
the...
was quite buxom beneath her bodice
Sir Billy he's a dashing blade
he squims in his seat like a mollusk
piper pipes at the gate at dawn
you hear his gayity in his song
shut your cake hole, but I prefer pie
top of the pops, and cherries never stop
growing from branches,
waiting to be plucked
whale bone, xylophone played at night
bubblegum pop gets caught in your hair
swatting at flies with the evening news
the...
#rhyming
#funny
#luck
#crush
#symbolism
325 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
26th Sep 2021 1:05pm
26th Sep 2021 1:05pm
You never say Good Bye
Hark, I hear the mourning dove
coos it's mournful tune
as the I drift from this planet
from the earth to the moon
frayed peices of paper
smoldering in the fireplace hearth
as I look at pictures on the mantel
wipe these bloody teardrops
from cobalt eyes, thinking
that you never say good bye
Man above, threads the needle
with copper coil, not thread
pokes through my serpent skin
makes sure I'm good and dead
as shooting stars stitched
across these misty eyes ...
coos it's mournful tune
as the I drift from this planet
from the earth to the moon
frayed peices of paper
smoldering in the fireplace hearth
as I look at pictures on the mantel
wipe these bloody teardrops
from cobalt eyes, thinking
that you never say good bye
Man above, threads the needle
with copper coil, not thread
pokes through my serpent skin
makes sure I'm good and dead
as shooting stars stitched
across these misty eyes ...
#sadness
#loneliness
#rejection
#heartbroken
#aliens
451 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Sep 2021 12:31pm
26th Sep 2021 12:31pm
Mummy Dust
There will be hell to pay!"
I heard him shout out
shaking the rafters so...
dust drifted down
into my gaping mouth
the taste of old whiskey
as avarice
greets my dry tongue
like scorched flesh
standing to close to fire
"There will be hell to pay!"
blackbirds sing from their pulpits
craved oak benches giving me splinters
whilst I lull my days in the chapel
those scriptures that they speak
becomes gibberish in my ears
mummy dust settles,from the trestle
drifts...
I heard him shout out
shaking the rafters so...
dust drifted down
into my gaping mouth
the taste of old whiskey
as avarice
greets my dry tongue
like scorched flesh
standing to close to fire
"There will be hell to pay!"
blackbirds sing from their pulpits
craved oak benches giving me splinters
whilst I lull my days in the chapel
those scriptures that they speak
becomes gibberish in my ears
mummy dust settles,from the trestle
drifts...
#politics
#America
#FreeVerse
#SylviaPlath
#symbolism
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SONG LYRICS
Published
25th Sep 2021 3:38pm
25th Sep 2021 3:38pm
Sunday Succubus
crimson corset, curled claws
waspish wisp, a wailing willow
demon-child broke all her dolls
she smudges smiles, hear the spectres call
Succubus Sunday, the headlines scream
see her spread leathery wings
like a moth to flame, teeth drip sanguine
killer queen, enslaver of kings
feel the heat of the rains
holding a whip and chain
devouring flesh and bone
in her tower made of stone
she's like a rainbow rising
so slick and uncompromising
she sits on her throne
snacking on your soul ...
waspish wisp, a wailing willow
demon-child broke all her dolls
she smudges smiles, hear the spectres call
Succubus Sunday, the headlines scream
see her spread leathery wings
like a moth to flame, teeth drip sanguine
killer queen, enslaver of kings
feel the heat of the rains
holding a whip and chain
devouring flesh and bone
in her tower made of stone
she's like a rainbow rising
so slick and uncompromising
she sits on her throne
snacking on your soul ...
#gothic
#rhyming
#lyrics
#apocalypse
#magic
539 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
25th Sep 2021 2:14pm
25th Sep 2021 2:14pm
Night Gallery
night songs breakthrough the still of night
sending chills down the spine of this book
shadows staring from the otherside
as the gallery opens, let's a take look
canvases smudged with a smooth stroke
as the brush smears the colors
we are all but abstract, shades in the dark
as harpsichords play ghostly notes
pictures stare from marble walls
their eyes make the blood run cold
these stories will make you quiver
you'll get the shivers, walking these halls
as the night gallery opens,
their...
sending chills down the spine of this book
shadows staring from the otherside
as the gallery opens, let's a take look
canvases smudged with a smooth stroke
as the brush smears the colors
we are all but abstract, shades in the dark
as harpsichords play ghostly notes
pictures stare from marble walls
their eyes make the blood run cold
these stories will make you quiver
you'll get the shivers, walking these halls
as the night gallery opens,
their...
#scary
#ghosts
#nightmares
#witches
#scifi
317 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
24th Sep 2021 11:38pm
24th Sep 2021 11:38pm
Rainy Rainbow Boulevards
walk with me darling
down the boulevard
water colors drip(ping)
paints the streets devine
hazy shade of rainbows
dances as you stir you coffee
splashes of color to grey lives
emeralds twinkle in your smiling eyes
as we stroll down the lane
hand in hand...like an old song
playing on the radio,
our touch is so familiar to the dream
as we amble together
getting lost in puddles of paint
splashes of color...against the streets
so plain
down the boulevard
water colors drip(ping)
paints the streets devine
hazy shade of rainbows
dances as you stir you coffee
splashes of color to grey lives
emeralds twinkle in your smiling eyes
as we stroll down the lane
hand in hand...like an old song
playing on the radio,
our touch is so familiar to the dream
as we amble together
getting lost in puddles of paint
splashes of color...against the streets
so plain
#love
#wife
#marriage #romantic
#marriage #romantic
499 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
24th Sep 2021 12:58pm
24th Sep 2021 12:58pm
Mustangs
wild horses, mustangs
galloping in the shadows
dark clouds form...teardrops
staining the pavement
o' the sirens have sung
their songs, as the crimson tide
abides on the distant shores
as fate rolls those damned dice
the banshee she does moan
you can hear her sobbing
out on the moors, in the downpour
of scattered stones...lying
markers of graves laid for the brave
culling the heard
three times she will knock
on the cobblestone wall
on weathered wings...the crow will fly
...
galloping in the shadows
dark clouds form...teardrops
staining the pavement
o' the sirens have sung
their songs, as the crimson tide
abides on the distant shores
as fate rolls those damned dice
the banshee she does moan
you can hear her sobbing
out on the moors, in the downpour
of scattered stones...lying
markers of graves laid for the brave
culling the heard
three times she will knock
on the cobblestone wall
on weathered wings...the crow will fly
...
#fate
#ghosts
#mythology
#nightmares
#mermaids
325 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
24th Sep 2021 12:28pm
24th Sep 2021 12:28pm
Poets are like butterflies
butterflies fluttering...
wings the color of salmon
landing on a grey stone wall
like graffiti they paint their life
painting the wall a shade of rose
she stands gazing...motionless
dressed in her gown of white
as her honey-blonde hair
draped over her shoulders
like a white orchid dancing
in the twilight...
blush of pink blossoms
upon her cheeks, honey on her lips
eagerly waiting to be kissed
as the water is poured by Aquarius
she tumbles into the high grass...
wings the color of salmon
landing on a grey stone wall
like graffiti they paint their life
painting the wall a shade of rose
she stands gazing...motionless
dressed in her gown of white
as her honey-blonde hair
draped over her shoulders
like a white orchid dancing
in the twilight...
blush of pink blossoms
upon her cheeks, honey on her lips
eagerly waiting to be kissed
as the water is poured by Aquarius
she tumbles into the high grass...
#love
#hope
#friendship
#wisdom
#philosophical
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