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
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
24th Sep 2021 3:18am
24th Sep 2021 3:18am
Tomorrow's Daughter
Tomorrow's daughter
she speaks to rainbows
her head is in the clouds
no her feet don't touch the ground
Tomorrow's daughter
she has tea parties in the closet
whispering poetry to ragdolls
no she never makes a peep or a sound
Tomorrow's daughter
she points toward the sun
her eyes pirouettes around the moon
she can see the wild flowers bloom
Tomorrow's daughter
her friends they sit on step stools
spreading jam on points of toast
she watches the sparrows fly
...
she speaks to rainbows
her head is in the clouds
no her feet don't touch the ground
Tomorrow's daughter
she has tea parties in the closet
whispering poetry to ragdolls
no she never makes a peep or a sound
Tomorrow's daughter
she points toward the sun
her eyes pirouettes around the moon
she can see the wild flowers bloom
Tomorrow's daughter
her friends they sit on step stools
spreading jam on points of toast
she watches the sparrows fly
...
#teens
#childhood
#misunderstood
#daughter
#Autism
385 reads
2 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
23rd Sep 2021 4:07pm
23rd Sep 2021 4:07pm
Visions of Persephone
sunshine shimmers
upon a pond glitters
as fawn lips disrupt
the glassy surface
as she drinks
she floats above
a verdant marsh
her gown fashion from peet
she echoes a reedy tone
o' when she sings sad songs
as she glides over blades
lush grass tickles her barefeet
she has bluebells in her hair,
each toe she wears a ring
given to her by her mother dear
all creatures bow their heads
in reverence as she floats above
the placid lake...like a vision...a dream
She is...
upon a pond glitters
as fawn lips disrupt
the glassy surface
as she drinks
she floats above
a verdant marsh
her gown fashion from peet
she echoes a reedy tone
o' when she sings sad songs
as she glides over blades
lush grass tickles her barefeet
she has bluebells in her hair,
each toe she wears a ring
given to her by her mother dear
all creatures bow their heads
in reverence as she floats above
the placid lake...like a vision...a dream
She is...
#love
#earth
#universe
#mythology
#LifeCycle
390 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2021 7:54pm
22nd Sep 2021 7:54pm
Haberdashery
gazing over crescent moon spectacles
measuring tape as my lapel
he's looking quite smart with a striped tie
wing-tip shoes shined by the boy at the station
drops some silver in his jar
bowler hat pulled over one eye
watching the pedestrians walking by
studying their faces
a carnation pressed in his binder
pinned back like a butterflies wing
cufflinks glint like gemstones
sparkling young ladies eyes
dancing under carousel
as the calliope grinds carnival songs
hummed in the...
measuring tape as my lapel
he's looking quite smart with a striped tie
wing-tip shoes shined by the boy at the station
drops some silver in his jar
bowler hat pulled over one eye
watching the pedestrians walking by
studying their faces
a carnation pressed in his binder
pinned back like a butterflies wing
cufflinks glint like gemstones
sparkling young ladies eyes
dancing under carousel
as the calliope grinds carnival songs
hummed in the...
#identity
#beauty
#memories #culture
#memories #culture
265 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2021 2:40pm
22nd Sep 2021 2:40pm
Weep No More Willow
weep not sweet willow
for the day is warm and bright
Intertwined we embrace
and forge on into the darkest night
lips are made of paraffin
damselfly eyes winking good byes
waving barren branches
we get caught in a whirlwind of lies
leaves swirl on the fallow grounds
as your roots stay strong
against the storm, that bends
but it doesn't break our bond
Weep no more sweet willow
for I'll hold on to these memories
and let the words rain down
like thunder booming in the valley
as...
for the day is warm and bright
Intertwined we embrace
and forge on into the darkest night
lips are made of paraffin
damselfly eyes winking good byes
waving barren branches
we get caught in a whirlwind of lies
leaves swirl on the fallow grounds
as your roots stay strong
against the storm, that bends
but it doesn't break our bond
Weep no more sweet willow
for I'll hold on to these memories
and let the words rain down
like thunder booming in the valley
as...
#love
#strength
#earth
#trees
#fall
286 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2021 5:02am
22nd Sep 2021 5:02am
Mama's Old Recipe
tangled in a spinning wheel
this yarn has been spun
shards from a kaleidoscope
cascading in the sun.
misty water-color memories,
of black velvet clouds
and Grandma's old recipe
shades of autumn flow
with whimsical thoughts
of cinnamon and almonds
the smell of charred hickory
and Grandma's old recipe
wild mountain honey drips
down the side of a cypress tree
cool spring waters dribbling
from a brook that's babbling
cedar chips tossed...
this yarn has been spun
shards from a kaleidoscope
cascading in the sun.
misty water-color memories,
of black velvet clouds
and Grandma's old recipe
shades of autumn flow
with whimsical thoughts
of cinnamon and almonds
the smell of charred hickory
and Grandma's old recipe
wild mountain honey drips
down the side of a cypress tree
cool spring waters dribbling
from a brook that's babbling
cedar chips tossed...
#kindness
#spiritual
#humankind
#nostalgia
#RobertFrost
341 reads
1 Comment
STORY POEM
Published
21st Sep 2021 7:29pm
21st Sep 2021 7:29pm
Great Horned Owl and The Golden Goblet
Sometimes,
the moon shines down
shimmers with a blueish hue
that is where my golden goblet lingers
out of reach from the tips of my fingers
swallows peer through frosted windows
along the riverside...
I hold my goose-feather quill
over dripping ebon ink upon
the threadbare page, limpid droplets
of old squid's bile
writing stories of distant lands
where willows once wept loudly
and from some trees
their boughs produced fruit
a cornucopia of good foods to eat
Once where...
the moon shines down
shimmers with a blueish hue
that is where my golden goblet lingers
out of reach from the tips of my fingers
swallows peer through frosted windows
along the riverside...
I hold my goose-feather quill
over dripping ebon ink upon
the threadbare page, limpid droplets
of old squid's bile
writing stories of distant lands
where willows once wept loudly
and from some trees
their boughs produced fruit
a cornucopia of good foods to eat
Once where...
#dark
#dreams
#gothic #mythology
#gothic #mythology
300 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th May 2021 6:10pm
16th May 2021 6:10pm
Contemplating the Color Red
sitting on the edge of my bed
I have thoughts of red
as the wind outside
whistling
when crimson drips
tasting of the blush of chardonnay
kissing parched lips,
flashing over rosewater
like a wil-o-the-wisp
I stare into eyes
warble on
h
a
u
n
t
I
n
g
my vision
with sanguine dripping
from guillotine
don't drink the water
sip the nectar
of grapes instead
all through the night
your touch is possessing me
sights flash in my addled brain ...
I have thoughts of red
as the wind outside
whistling
when crimson drips
tasting of the blush of chardonnay
kissing parched lips,
flashing over rosewater
like a wil-o-the-wisp
I stare into eyes
warble on
h
a
u
n
t
I
n
g
my vision
with sanguine dripping
from guillotine
don't drink the water
sip the nectar
of grapes instead
all through the night
your touch is possessing me
sights flash in my addled brain ...
#gothic
#TruthOfLife
#deception
391 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
14th May 2021 7:16pm
14th May 2021 7:16pm
Clones and Kings
clones are sitting on thrones
wearing crowns made of aluminum
kings are cowering in the corner,
as the script is flipped
I've seen kings and clones
playing war games with toy soliders
speaking with forked tounges
like a cobra dances, waiting to strike
arrows bounce of the castle walls
O' hear their ambiguous cries
as the phonograph spins a dirge
singing songs of kings and clones
O' hero lying in a pile of the slain
cutting through the gristle
clones feast upon flesh, like trolls
kings pretend...
wearing crowns made of aluminum
kings are cowering in the corner,
as the script is flipped
I've seen kings and clones
playing war games with toy soliders
speaking with forked tounges
like a cobra dances, waiting to strike
arrows bounce of the castle walls
O' hear their ambiguous cries
as the phonograph spins a dirge
singing songs of kings and clones
O' hero lying in a pile of the slain
cutting through the gristle
clones feast upon flesh, like trolls
kings pretend...
#fate
#vampires
#mythology #dystopian
#mythology #dystopian
380 reads
0 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
14th May 2021 1:55am
14th May 2021 1:55am
Having Fun With Henry
O' what is a peasants role?
to pay the government toll
wake in the morning to harvest
the wheat, to grovel and scrape
at royalties feet...that is a peasants role
O' what is a king to do?
I stepped in rather large poo
you there, peasant remove your cloak
to clean away this stinky goo
it has soiled the royal shoe
now I don't mean to boast
but as king you must toast
for every peasant does see
the greatness that is me King Henry
the first he was first he was a bounder
the second...
to pay the government toll
wake in the morning to harvest
the wheat, to grovel and scrape
at royalties feet...that is a peasants role
O' what is a king to do?
I stepped in rather large poo
you there, peasant remove your cloak
to clean away this stinky goo
it has soiled the royal shoe
now I don't mean to boast
but as king you must toast
for every peasant does see
the greatness that is me King Henry
the first he was first he was a bounder
the second...
#LifeStruggles
#lyrics
#funny #vanity
#funny #vanity
297 reads
1 Comment
SONG LYRICS
Published
14th May 2021 1:13am
14th May 2021 1:13am
Thunderous Silence
only the hearts beat
sounding off thunderous guns
fired into the setting sun
with powder burns on your fingers
thumbscrew turned, teardrops are falling
like the storm that's calling
marching across the bloody moors
crossing the rivers we march
round-head uniforms clean with starch
only a heart sounds like thunder
only a mirror breaks when plundered
through the storm we sunder
striking our enemies at their core
rushed the mainland and the shore
recoiled like a serpent strikes
...
sounding off thunderous guns
fired into the setting sun
with powder burns on your fingers
thumbscrew turned, teardrops are falling
like the storm that's calling
marching across the bloody moors
crossing the rivers we march
round-head uniforms clean with starch
only a heart sounds like thunder
only a mirror breaks when plundered
through the storm we sunder
striking our enemies at their core
rushed the mainland and the shore
recoiled like a serpent strikes
...
#soldiers
#heartbroken
#war
#gothic
#rebellion
443 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th May 2021 6:02pm
10th May 2021 6:02pm
Prince of Wales
Magpie sits on a highest branch
of an evergreen tree
ruffles her feathers black as soot
her ebony eye staring..
watching
out for the last sunbeam
to cascade across the glade
upon his head he wears crown
made of bullrushes and twigs
clothing woven from stinging nettles
his twisted bread ends in a point
proclaiming titles to be his own
Welshman with a welsh heart of stone
cutting coppers and jawbones
magpie spreads her ivory tipped wings
chirps excitedly as she sings
as the...
of an evergreen tree
ruffles her feathers black as soot
her ebony eye staring..
watching
out for the last sunbeam
to cascade across the glade
upon his head he wears crown
made of bullrushes and twigs
clothing woven from stinging nettles
his twisted bread ends in a point
proclaiming titles to be his own
Welshman with a welsh heart of stone
cutting coppers and jawbones
magpie spreads her ivory tipped wings
chirps excitedly as she sings
as the...
#courage
#motivational
#heroic
362 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th May 2021 3:02pm
8th May 2021 3:02pm
When the Cigarette Blazes
the devil's stokin' his flames
all the way to Memphis
shades of grey
knockin' at heaven's gate
pledin' my case
I'm screaming
at the angels while they push me
through the door
all the way to Memphis
shades of grey
knockin' at heaven's gate
pledin' my case
I'm screaming
at the angels while they push me
through the door
#devil
#PopCulture
#culture #risk
#culture #risk
322 reads
1 Comment
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