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
8th May 2021 1:11am
8th May 2021 1:11am
Red Bandages of Courage
Prick my fingers on the spindle
no need to sound off an alarm
congealed crimson eyes
burnt sienna skies
so blessed are these whispers
from a false prince of lies
I saw the chessmen marching
down to Chesapeake Bay
bandages worn like red badges
of humanity's courage
courteous lap dogs
howling at a sliver of the moon
peeking from beyond a veil of darkness
eyes ripped out by their sockets
as his musket lays at his bloody feet
how wicked could a son be
to...
no need to sound off an alarm
congealed crimson eyes
burnt sienna skies
so blessed are these whispers
from a false prince of lies
I saw the chessmen marching
down to Chesapeake Bay
bandages worn like red badges
of humanity's courage
courteous lap dogs
howling at a sliver of the moon
peeking from beyond a veil of darkness
eyes ripped out by their sockets
as his musket lays at his bloody feet
how wicked could a son be
to...
#sadness
#dark
#war
#death
#fate
332 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
7th May 2021 4:36pm
7th May 2021 4:36pm
Figments of the Shade of Grey
riding on my bike, I pass my old high school
scenes from a silent movie spiderwebbing
my memories.
I see butterflies flutter on 8mm film
snapshots and memories caught in the mesh
of a butterfly net.
the photographer clicks the shutter
the script of my past had been flipped
as the director shouts...CUT!
does it capture the mood
or is this just a bi-polar episode
bulldozing through my thoughts.
a situational comedy starring me
hanging under the sycamore
as...
scenes from a silent movie spiderwebbing
my memories.
I see butterflies flutter on 8mm film
snapshots and memories caught in the mesh
of a butterfly net.
the photographer clicks the shutter
the script of my past had been flipped
as the director shouts...CUT!
does it capture the mood
or is this just a bi-polar episode
bulldozing through my thoughts.
a situational comedy starring me
hanging under the sycamore
as...
#sadness
#dark
#emptiness
429 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
7th May 2021 4:55am
7th May 2021 4:55am
Nell Poins
call me Poins
her chestnut brown hair
draped down her back
covering her corset
call me Nell
just like the character
in the play by William
begging for applause
from a nameless audience
like a the tooth of a dragon
her danger sinks deep
dripping poison into aster veins
stained purple, virgin blood drawn
as my love leaps like a hoptoad
playing tricks of the trade
as burglers rob travellers
on the highways, how can I
get the Prince of Wales
To...
her chestnut brown hair
draped down her back
covering her corset
call me Nell
just like the character
in the play by William
begging for applause
from a nameless audience
like a the tooth of a dragon
her danger sinks deep
dripping poison into aster veins
stained purple, virgin blood drawn
as my love leaps like a hoptoad
playing tricks of the trade
as burglers rob travellers
on the highways, how can I
get the Prince of Wales
To...
#love
#hope
#admiration
#WilliamShakespeare
#emotions
681 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
6th May 2021 5:32pm
6th May 2021 5:32pm
Pied Piper
heard him play his flute last night
calling to the children to dance
on the moors in a sliver of moonlight
his song floated across the valley
where the lillies do grow
in hypnotizing reedy monotone
rats litter the streets
far too many for a cats feast
floating on the wind like a song
from a lark
the minstrel holds the magic in his tune
listen closely child you'll be dancing
for him very soon
calling to the children to dance
on the moors in a sliver of moonlight
his song floated across the valley
where the lillies do grow
in hypnotizing reedy monotone
rats litter the streets
far too many for a cats feast
floating on the wind like a song
from a lark
the minstrel holds the magic in his tune
listen closely child you'll be dancing
for him very soon
#fate
#mythology
#luck
381 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th May 2021 6:54pm
5th May 2021 6:54pm
Outlaw
hints of gloom enter the room
where poetic outlaws sip whiskey
playing games without fears
they plot wars without frontiers
bullets spin in the chamber
love's cocked and loaded
waiting for a itchy trigger finger
to let the sliver hammer fall
I heard a ventriloquist practicing
with his wooden child sitting on his knee
staring off in the distant horizon
but who is the real dummy
poetic outlaws speaking in rhyme
so grizzled from the bourbon
their breath reeks of turpentine
cocks his shooter,...
where poetic outlaws sip whiskey
playing games without fears
they plot wars without frontiers
bullets spin in the chamber
love's cocked and loaded
waiting for a itchy trigger finger
to let the sliver hammer fall
I heard a ventriloquist practicing
with his wooden child sitting on his knee
staring off in the distant horizon
but who is the real dummy
poetic outlaws speaking in rhyme
so grizzled from the bourbon
their breath reeks of turpentine
cocks his shooter,...
#dark
#silence
#tragedy
#greed
#hypocrisy
448 reads
7 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th May 2021 1:14pm
5th May 2021 1:14pm
Badly Drawn Animals
pencil sharpe, canvas blank
images flowing through thick head
touching the charcoal tip to page
badly drawn animals languishing
in their chains, behind locked doors
of rusty cages, are amusing to see
cellophane people rush to town
to go on a safari, to gawk at animals
badly drawn, they are on a caravan today
elephants stomp through the courtyard
trumpeting loudly, can't you hear them sound
across the Sahara desert, the lions roar
I see a militant monkey man
he's swinging from the trees,
the...
images flowing through thick head
touching the charcoal tip to page
badly drawn animals languishing
in their chains, behind locked doors
of rusty cages, are amusing to see
cellophane people rush to town
to go on a safari, to gawk at animals
badly drawn, they are on a caravan today
elephants stomp through the courtyard
trumpeting loudly, can't you hear them sound
across the Sahara desert, the lions roar
I see a militant monkey man
he's swinging from the trees,
the...
#animals
#nature
350 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
20th Jan 2020 4:37pm
20th Jan 2020 4:37pm
Macabe (Lai)
veil of shadows cover over my eyes
as the ghost comes closer in disguise
chalice crashes dripping blood like wine
stalking silently behind curtain of lies
creature awaits in the darkness surprise
so ticks the grizzled hands of time
rip out my wings I don't to fly
wallowing in self pity let me die
I'm burning...hold the door...last in line
as the ghost comes closer in disguise
chalice crashes dripping blood like wine
stalking silently behind curtain of lies
creature awaits in the darkness surprise
so ticks the grizzled hands of time
rip out my wings I don't to fly
wallowing in self pity let me die
I'm burning...hold the door...last in line
#anxiety
#dark
#evil #hell
#evil #hell
450 reads
1 Comment
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Jan 2020 4:20pm
20th Jan 2020 4:20pm
Picasso Smiles
red balloon floats into the sky
bumping under God's nose
there was a gust of wind
which drifted in from the south
stuck in the atmosphete, balloons
dance with the child of the wind
spheres like rainbows caught in a breeze
a culture club meeting in the air
Picasso smiles as toy balloons
float higher into the sky
carrying hopes and dreams
of every child who let go of the string
bumping under God's nose
there was a gust of wind
which drifted in from the south
stuck in the atmosphete, balloons
dance with the child of the wind
spheres like rainbows caught in a breeze
a culture club meeting in the air
Picasso smiles as toy balloons
float higher into the sky
carrying hopes and dreams
of every child who let go of the string
#inspirational
#religion
#spiritual
#SelfReflection
#freedom
383 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Jan 2020 5:37pm
13th Jan 2020 5:37pm
Pigeons
I sit stoic like a gargoyle peering
over the ledge at the waitng city below
the sun in my eyes is seering
i'm a sentry on my watchful eyes on patrol
comments burn my ears as I am gearing
taking flight, over the bowlers out for a stroll
fight the currents my wing are yearning
like Iccarus I swore but the sun melts the soul
deep inside these flames are burning
diving down amongst the city street I need to go
I'm not a rat with with wings your are discerning
with out me the flowers in the window...
over the ledge at the waitng city below
the sun in my eyes is seering
i'm a sentry on my watchful eyes on patrol
comments burn my ears as I am gearing
taking flight, over the bowlers out for a stroll
fight the currents my wing are yearning
like Iccarus I swore but the sun melts the soul
deep inside these flames are burning
diving down amongst the city street I need to go
I'm not a rat with with wings your are discerning
with out me the flowers in the window...
#animals
#birds
#nature
#rhyming
#funny
550 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Jan 2020 2:29am
12th Jan 2020 2:29am
Death of Tom Sawyer....Tribute to Neil Peart
spilled the tea
on the arrid desert. shuffling
off the mortal coil
flask poured rye in his parched mouth
sparkles in his eye
from the spotlight
a twinkle in time
the magician's top hats walks
across the stage
from the limelight, teardrops fall
presto everything changes
drumsticks
like his magic wand
in the catacombs the spells are written
on grains of rice,
like a philosopher scribes
by candle light
heaven's gate opens up
rock & roll angels open welcoming arms
calling...
on the arrid desert. shuffling
off the mortal coil
flask poured rye in his parched mouth
sparkles in his eye
from the spotlight
a twinkle in time
the magician's top hats walks
across the stage
from the limelight, teardrops fall
presto everything changes
drumsticks
like his magic wand
in the catacombs the spells are written
on grains of rice,
like a philosopher scribes
by candle light
heaven's gate opens up
rock & roll angels open welcoming arms
calling...
#courage
#death
#music #admiration
#music #admiration
496 reads
1 Comment
STORY POEM
Published
12th Jan 2020 2:03am
12th Jan 2020 2:03am
Black Steel in the Twilight
teeth of the dragon
gleaming like daggers
in the maiden's hand
long swords clash in the twilight
the sun sets in the west
as the spell is casts by the sorcerer
black star steel on the anvil
a hammer slams, sparks fly
the ebony sword sits in the corner
the magician closed his eyes
as the warrior-princess wages
a personal war
gleaming like daggers
in the maiden's hand
long swords clash in the twilight
the sun sets in the west
as the spell is casts by the sorcerer
black star steel on the anvil
a hammer slams, sparks fly
the ebony sword sits in the corner
the magician closed his eyes
as the warrior-princess wages
a personal war
#dark
#war
#fiction #vampires
#fiction #vampires
449 reads
1 Comment
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
11th Jan 2020 3:24am
11th Jan 2020 3:24am
The Flight of the Osprey
the osprey flies alone
riding shifting currents
of rising air
under battered wing
circling slowly above
the calm water of the bay
a southerly picks up
the afternoon blows away
the smog the distant hazey horizon clears
here is a city
in its own thinning atmosphere at the edge of space
this eagle swoops
suddenly...
to the oceans surface
dives in for a kill
sleek in its cold desire
in its hunger
ochre wings
...
riding shifting currents
of rising air
under battered wing
circling slowly above
the calm water of the bay
a southerly picks up
the afternoon blows away
the smog the distant hazey horizon clears
here is a city
in its own thinning atmosphere at the edge of space
this eagle swoops
suddenly...
to the oceans surface
dives in for a kill
sleek in its cold desire
in its hunger
ochre wings
...
#birds
#nature
#spiritual
#SelfReflection
#surreal
470 reads
5 Comments
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