Submissions by Sonneteer (L Robinson)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I have long been fascinated by the sonnet. This form, which I remain fixated by, uses the power of rhyme and iambic pentameter, when well structured, to express a story in a mere fourteen lines.
SELF POEM
Published
21st Apr 2024 4:58pm
21st Apr 2024 4:58pm
Another Year Gone Wrong
Memory’s splinters pain,
chaotic fragments never fuse,
failing to create a self
beyond psychotic illusions and delusions.
A front? A pretense? A maddened dream?
To explain requires some understanding,
but unformed self and wholesome others share such slight overlap
that lack of comprehension is the sole result -
any narrative requires a thread
beyond a desire, a whim, to alter stasis from within.
The chances of success
when isolated, incoherent thoughts of one,
which failed any test of rationality,
possessed ideas of superiority...
chaotic fragments never fuse,
failing to create a self
beyond psychotic illusions and delusions.
A front? A pretense? A maddened dream?
To explain requires some understanding,
but unformed self and wholesome others share such slight overlap
that lack of comprehension is the sole result -
any narrative requires a thread
beyond a desire, a whim, to alter stasis from within.
The chances of success
when isolated, incoherent thoughts of one,
which failed any test of rationality,
possessed ideas of superiority...
#despair
#disappointment
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth
#suffering
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Jul 2023 4:56am
17th Jul 2023 4:56am
A couplet on my home city...
This Bristol seemed so much refined and arty
Perhaps a front to vicars and tarts party
Perhaps a front to vicars and tarts party
#home
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Mar 2023 9:34pm
4th Mar 2023 9:34pm
Tempest and Aftermath
Association, apex to nadir,
may soften concepts held of others’ fate,
but only if the mind discriminate,
and learn extremes have charlatan and seer.
With crude insight, thoughts fail to fuse, they shear,
the crest, the trough, excesses common trait,
or seem if one won’t differentiate,
then rudderless the waves control and steer.
The calms of norms, once spurned, unveil their charm,
akin to whiling hours in reverie,
but middle ground is too a sought for place.
To guide a ship through storms must raise alarm,
now in dry dock,...
may soften concepts held of others’ fate,
but only if the mind discriminate,
and learn extremes have charlatan and seer.
With crude insight, thoughts fail to fuse, they shear,
the crest, the trough, excesses common trait,
or seem if one won’t differentiate,
then rudderless the waves control and steer.
The calms of norms, once spurned, unveil their charm,
akin to whiling hours in reverie,
but middle ground is too a sought for place.
To guide a ship through storms must raise alarm,
now in dry dock,...
#LifeStruggles
#storm
#fate
#narrative
#sonnet
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Mar 2023 3:07pm
4th Mar 2023 3:07pm
Retrospective Realisation
Too long my haze held diagnosis like
some trophy, prize, won in imagined fight.
The scars are real, inflictions haunt my night,
but self, not others, wielded piercing spike.
Construing madness as some well placed strike
I failed to stem my spreading, seeping blight.
My troubled head inverted wrong and right,
then finally found peace with self dislike.
There’s many suffer in so many ways,
these obstacles are there to overcome.
If possible one mitigates the hurt
and each attempt advances and repays,
both those who vocalise,...
some trophy, prize, won in imagined fight.
The scars are real, inflictions haunt my night,
but self, not others, wielded piercing spike.
Construing madness as some well placed strike
I failed to stem my spreading, seeping blight.
My troubled head inverted wrong and right,
then finally found peace with self dislike.
There’s many suffer in so many ways,
these obstacles are there to overcome.
If possible one mitigates the hurt
and each attempt advances and repays,
both those who vocalise,...
#sonnet
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection
#suffering
#determination
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SELF POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2023 7:24pm
3rd Mar 2023 7:24pm
Delusional Dissolution
I feel as if all claims I made were sham,
and reconstruct how folk indulged pretence,
so I ignored my stunted lack of sense
whilst spurring fantasies of dreamt elan.
I prided my critique of those who swam,
reflex objection to their competence,
before abuse this morphed into offence;
now even I will pain at who I am.
This coarse reflection could tell truths or lies,
now that mind’s mirror and the mind are cracked,
but better use than blinker inward sight.
I tolerate myself, I don’t despise,
so far preamble, void of worth or...
and reconstruct how folk indulged pretence,
so I ignored my stunted lack of sense
whilst spurring fantasies of dreamt elan.
I prided my critique of those who swam,
reflex objection to their competence,
before abuse this morphed into offence;
now even I will pain at who I am.
This coarse reflection could tell truths or lies,
now that mind’s mirror and the mind are cracked,
but better use than blinker inward sight.
I tolerate myself, I don’t despise,
so far preamble, void of worth or...
#hope
#sonnet
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2023 8:59pm
2nd Mar 2023 8:59pm
One Compared to Many
You motivate yourselves to gain some prize,
I squander time in inactivity,
you seek attention in another’s eyes,
whilst I wish hide from prying scrutiny.
You socialise and form relationships,
I isolate, stagnate as time proceeds,
you sink the draft in one or many sips,
I scupper self, entwined in my own weeds.
You replicate your mould, as it made you,
and I abstain (still voice may not be dumb),
there’s stasis in your aspiration’s view,
just as there is, in how I feel so numb.
So as you clamour, multiply, and thrive,
I pride...
I squander time in inactivity,
you seek attention in another’s eyes,
whilst I wish hide from prying scrutiny.
You socialise and form relationships,
I isolate, stagnate as time proceeds,
you sink the draft in one or many sips,
I scupper self, entwined in my own weeds.
You replicate your mould, as it made you,
and I abstain (still voice may not be dumb),
there’s stasis in your aspiration’s view,
just as there is, in how I feel so numb.
So as you clamour, multiply, and thrive,
I pride...
#sonnet
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Dec 2022 10:57pm
26th Dec 2022 10:57pm
The Fool to the Conspiracist
The fire of fantasy in tune with life
can be a spark of creativity
but if the eyes of mind deluded see
the self may injure self in futile strife.
The norm and not the apogee is rife
although displaying continuity
but blind adherence to illusory
should bring in use some sharp dividing knife.
Our populists and maniacs the same
in all but wealth and influence and fame
and those who follow suffer their disease
with sense and hope eroding by degrees.
This madman wishes that before too long,
they, like him, realise that...
can be a spark of creativity
but if the eyes of mind deluded see
the self may injure self in futile strife.
The norm and not the apogee is rife
although displaying continuity
but blind adherence to illusory
should bring in use some sharp dividing knife.
Our populists and maniacs the same
in all but wealth and influence and fame
and those who follow suffer their disease
with sense and hope eroding by degrees.
This madman wishes that before too long,
they, like him, realise that...
#politics
#sonnet
#MentalHealth
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Aug 2022 6:30pm
27th Aug 2022 6:30pm
Riches to Rags in Retrospect
To think self wronged by fate was once so sweet,
imagined place in vanguard of those right,
each loss perceived small setback in just fight,
proud boast of laying blame at others feet.
But then to realise the self-deceit,
an actual role as vanguard of the blight,
the deeds of whom just loathing should incite,
the shame of shouldering the blame complete.
Such stark reversal in objective worth
remains the rocket fuel of Hollywood -
recasting fortunes forms escapist dream.
And yet a fall from stars to sordid earth ...
imagined place in vanguard of those right,
each loss perceived small setback in just fight,
proud boast of laying blame at others feet.
But then to realise the self-deceit,
an actual role as vanguard of the blight,
the deeds of whom just loathing should incite,
the shame of shouldering the blame complete.
Such stark reversal in objective worth
remains the rocket fuel of Hollywood -
recasting fortunes forms escapist dream.
And yet a fall from stars to sordid earth ...
#memories
#consumerism
#acceptance
#nostalgia
#apathy
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SELF POEM
Published
9th Feb 2022 8:48pm
9th Feb 2022 8:48pm
Down, but not Out
Once, but not now… or was it fantasy
that drove the mind to forging constructs wild
that fuelled by whim, peer’s tolerance, beguiled
into delusions of felicity?
The time has gone… or did reality
let this one slip its fate, then coyly smiled,
as it caught up, then hindsight rightly filed
mistaken acts against society.
At first the storm was bracing in its might,
the thrill associated with dispute,
although this led to existential blight
as conflicts grew internal - vain pursuit.
Today numb stasis minimises pain
whilst...
that drove the mind to forging constructs wild
that fuelled by whim, peer’s tolerance, beguiled
into delusions of felicity?
The time has gone… or did reality
let this one slip its fate, then coyly smiled,
as it caught up, then hindsight rightly filed
mistaken acts against society.
At first the storm was bracing in its might,
the thrill associated with dispute,
although this led to existential blight
as conflicts grew internal - vain pursuit.
Today numb stasis minimises pain
whilst...
#LifeStruggles
#sonnet
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Nov 2021 10:59pm
30th Nov 2021 10:59pm
The Toenail
Each thing in nature’s compass planned with grace,
all seems evolved not missing one detail,
the eyes, the nose, the mouth compose the face,
so toe is not complete without toenail.
They can be trimmed and filed to make them neat
(complete the full effect when they appear)
the pedicure will care for whole of feet,
display and paint them red when summer’s here.
A kiss to these could wink due deference,
there’s some appreciate such flattery,
it spells for both involved a common sense,
and keeps relations well below the knee....
all seems evolved not missing one detail,
the eyes, the nose, the mouth compose the face,
so toe is not complete without toenail.
They can be trimmed and filed to make them neat
(complete the full effect when they appear)
the pedicure will care for whole of feet,
display and paint them red when summer’s here.
A kiss to these could wink due deference,
there’s some appreciate such flattery,
it spells for both involved a common sense,
and keeps relations well below the knee....
#sonnet
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Nov 2021 10:39pm
13th Nov 2021 10:39pm
Autobiography II
He bears the scars of blows that laid him low
(some self-inflicted through naivety
and others struck by fate, his mortal foe)
reducing him to wild antipathy.
He finds himself confined in haunted glade
the ghosts of which are thoughts of past defeat;
these place his past successes in the shade
and make his fondest flashbacks bittersweet.
His life has not succumbed to shocks as these
and though he strains against unequal might
he is not yet brought down unto his knees:
there is within a residue of fight.
Beware the man who’s delved...
(some self-inflicted through naivety
and others struck by fate, his mortal foe)
reducing him to wild antipathy.
He finds himself confined in haunted glade
the ghosts of which are thoughts of past defeat;
these place his past successes in the shade
and make his fondest flashbacks bittersweet.
His life has not succumbed to shocks as these
and though he strains against unequal might
he is not yet brought down unto his knees:
there is within a residue of fight.
Beware the man who’s delved...
#sonnet
#TruthOfLife
#SelfReflection
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SELF POEM
Published
16th Oct 2021 00:18am
16th Oct 2021 00:18am
Autobiography
In youth, peculiar pathology,
an idiot savant with high IQ
a total lack of all morality
but knowing scant emotions, harsh ones too.
In teenage years he took to heavy drink
which tilted judgement further from the sound
lobotomised, it seemed he couldn’t think,
he idolised or hated those around.
Happy either side of bar, sad in love,
he spurned his opportunities and hexed,
the Eumenides heard from high above,
psychosis, then sought suicide, came next.
Denial led to echoes over time
and now he just attempts less sin, less crime.
an idiot savant with high IQ
a total lack of all morality
but knowing scant emotions, harsh ones too.
In teenage years he took to heavy drink
which tilted judgement further from the sound
lobotomised, it seemed he couldn’t think,
he idolised or hated those around.
Happy either side of bar, sad in love,
he spurned his opportunities and hexed,
the Eumenides heard from high above,
psychosis, then sought suicide, came next.
Denial led to echoes over time
and now he just attempts less sin, less crime.
#alcohol
#sonnet
#MentalHealth
#honesty
#SelfReflection
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