Submissions by Sonneteer (Lewis 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.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Sep 2021 6:09pm
25th Sep 2021 6:09pm
Stating the Obvious
A wish to stay abreast, hard to decline;
most journalists digest their source, then write,
or recapitulate the party line –
to read the news is like a bath in shite.
Dismissal of a million people’s fate
by sounding off with patronising spin,
the mainstream press outlets reiterate,
repeat, as if the words meant anything.
Behind the soundbite suffering proceeds,
as people lose their anger, don’t stay woke,
the gossip monger on the gossip feeds;
each further story, reinforcing spoke.
Footballers wives, the rich’s homes, TV,
this...
most journalists digest their source, then write,
or recapitulate the party line –
to read the news is like a bath in shite.
Dismissal of a million people’s fate
by sounding off with patronising spin,
the mainstream press outlets reiterate,
repeat, as if the words meant anything.
Behind the soundbite suffering proceeds,
as people lose their anger, don’t stay woke,
the gossip monger on the gossip feeds;
each further story, reinforcing spoke.
Footballers wives, the rich’s homes, TV,
this...
#corruption
#power
#politics
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2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2021 10:32pm
22nd Sep 2021 10:32pm
Tilting at Windmills
The battle lines were drawn and war commenced
with gods invoked and oaths sworn over drink,
insult against the enemy commenced
with injury ensuing in planned link.
The forces were unequal in their might
just one opposing inequality,
our hero stood alone, enraged, and slight,
on other side our whole society.
His stamina and bloody mindedness
remaining up to par since since teenage years,
some Pyrrhic victories were no success
and then the wasted funds he sunk on beers.
Next time you think to salt a serpent's tail ...
with gods invoked and oaths sworn over drink,
insult against the enemy commenced
with injury ensuing in planned link.
The forces were unequal in their might
just one opposing inequality,
our hero stood alone, enraged, and slight,
on other side our whole society.
His stamina and bloody mindedness
remaining up to par since since teenage years,
some Pyrrhic victories were no success
and then the wasted funds he sunk on beers.
Next time you think to salt a serpent's tail ...
#satirical
229 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Sep 2021 9:47pm
20th Sep 2021 9:47pm
Laconic Lament
The daemon comes in varied shapes and forms
but knows a kinship to his brethren race
and thus on hapless souls poor fortune swarms,
one devil down, a worse one takes his place.
She was a childhood friend, a joyous source,
but time and distance cut, we did not cross;
nostalgia not the only driving force,
she always shone without the need for gloss.
I have old news, I do not know purport,
the lungs, they had not taken final breath
the body lingered on by life support,
one ray of hope in grief, it was not death.
She suffered stroke,...
but knows a kinship to his brethren race
and thus on hapless souls poor fortune swarms,
one devil down, a worse one takes his place.
She was a childhood friend, a joyous source,
but time and distance cut, we did not cross;
nostalgia not the only driving force,
she always shone without the need for gloss.
I have old news, I do not know purport,
the lungs, they had not taken final breath
the body lingered on by life support,
one ray of hope in grief, it was not death.
She suffered stroke,...
#sadness
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Sep 2021 11:51pm
19th Sep 2021 11:51pm
Persistence of Identity
The flame is not extinguished deep in heart,
still true injustice sets the mind afire,
the countercurrent strong, will not retire,
albeit cloistered in the world of art.
It is impossible to shed that part
of personality that selves require
for continuity; that which was priòr
evolves - a psyche lasts without fresh start.
But crises change the tenor and the tone
and may reveal pith formerly unknown;
a chance to build on strengths else hid from sight,
a force of will that makes hard going light.
One needs to...
still true injustice sets the mind afire,
the countercurrent strong, will not retire,
albeit cloistered in the world of art.
It is impossible to shed that part
of personality that selves require
for continuity; that which was priòr
evolves - a psyche lasts without fresh start.
But crises change the tenor and the tone
and may reveal pith formerly unknown;
a chance to build on strengths else hid from sight,
a force of will that makes hard going light.
One needs to...
#LifeStruggles
#motivational
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SELF POEM
Published
15th Sep 2021 10:37pm
15th Sep 2021 10:37pm
Father and Estranged Son
When such a bond exists no more, has died,
a father’s feelings, obverse to sublime,
his mind’s submerged below the Plimsoll line,
a happy past no longer serves as guide.
A burnt out bridge, close kin on either side,
the gulf dividing, widening with time,
of failed relationships, a paradigm,
with no restorative to be applied.
For everything he has and has not done
the father blames himself; reproved by son.
Fond thoughts and good intention don’t suffice,
we need both wills, both him and me to splice
and join this once tight...
a father’s feelings, obverse to sublime,
his mind’s submerged below the Plimsoll line,
a happy past no longer serves as guide.
A burnt out bridge, close kin on either side,
the gulf dividing, widening with time,
of failed relationships, a paradigm,
with no restorative to be applied.
For everything he has and has not done
the father blames himself; reproved by son.
Fond thoughts and good intention don’t suffice,
we need both wills, both him and me to splice
and join this once tight...
#LifeStruggles
#SelfReflection
#fatherhood
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DRUGS POEM
Published
10th Sep 2021 9:21pm
10th Sep 2021 9:21pm
White
A can, some glass, drilled bolts with wool, the bong,
the cash, the phone, the call, the wait, the score,
the public stain, the forces of the law,
the users jut, eyed, through the urban throng.
The lash is key, brief seconds that belong
beyond the exhalation of the draw,
experience with but one fatal flaw,
once felt, the urge to replicate, lifelong.
Such use does not develop savoir-faire
nor altered states of mind which free compare.
The culture concentrates around the scene
with many shattered lives, unmourned, unseen.
The...
the cash, the phone, the call, the wait, the score,
the public stain, the forces of the law,
the users jut, eyed, through the urban throng.
The lash is key, brief seconds that belong
beyond the exhalation of the draw,
experience with but one fatal flaw,
once felt, the urge to replicate, lifelong.
Such use does not develop savoir-faire
nor altered states of mind which free compare.
The culture concentrates around the scene
with many shattered lives, unmourned, unseen.
The...
#drugs
#addiction
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6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Sep 2021 10:14pm
9th Sep 2021 10:14pm
Recovery from Mania
Some souls malfunction, biochemically,
ignoring race, religion, income too,
norms deviate into a crisis brew,
a loss of grip on scant reality.
As trauma tips the balance paucity
of sense or wits will make all reason slew,
concern ignored does not provide the clue,
and whilst the flames devour, the feeling’s glee.
If sanity returns it scans a waste:
remorse, contrition, shame, harsh self-distaste.
But life leads on and where there’s life there’s hope,
no noose so tight it doesn’t offer scope. ...
ignoring race, religion, income too,
norms deviate into a crisis brew,
a loss of grip on scant reality.
As trauma tips the balance paucity
of sense or wits will make all reason slew,
concern ignored does not provide the clue,
and whilst the flames devour, the feeling’s glee.
If sanity returns it scans a waste:
remorse, contrition, shame, harsh self-distaste.
But life leads on and where there’s life there’s hope,
no noose so tight it doesn’t offer scope. ...
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection
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LOVE POEM
Published
6th Sep 2021 6:28pm
6th Sep 2021 6:28pm
St Mary’s Graveyard
A spacious well kept churchyard, there I sit,
the last of summer sun on lawn and stone
is soon to cool, and then it will befit
her death, which left my heart numb and alone.
Her frame contained a pattern rare now dead,
elsewhere – these graves reflect mortality –
before and when and after we were wed,
she laid in me such joyous memory.
Soon autumn, winter, summer will disrupt,
encroaching nights and shrinking days begun,
this gradual, although her end abrupt;
night came, then morn – no rising of the sun.
Although my self implodes...
the last of summer sun on lawn and stone
is soon to cool, and then it will befit
her death, which left my heart numb and alone.
Her frame contained a pattern rare now dead,
elsewhere – these graves reflect mortality –
before and when and after we were wed,
she laid in me such joyous memory.
Soon autumn, winter, summer will disrupt,
encroaching nights and shrinking days begun,
this gradual, although her end abrupt;
night came, then morn – no rising of the sun.
Although my self implodes...
#love
#death
348 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
30th Aug 2021 7:02pm
30th Aug 2021 7:02pm
Extremes of Thought
Brought up to think in harsh polarity
(thus even blind to shades that other’s see)
greys break the mould of stark rigidity.
Will colour reach this fruitless binary?
(thus even blind to shades that other’s see)
greys break the mould of stark rigidity.
Will colour reach this fruitless binary?
#MentalHealth
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1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
30th Aug 2021 2:03pm
30th Aug 2021 2:03pm
Abstention in Place of Revolt
Exchange of freedom for a velvet bond,
confession to a string of fatal flaws,
a promise to comply and not abscond,
one opening and many closing doors.
Abandonment of facile pleasure’s call,
admission that the long tried search was vain,
that substances have brought the final fall,
a numbing and a sharpening of pain.
Acceptance that maturity were best,
a recognition that lost youth is spent,
to strive in diffèrent ways, not take a rest,
to rise or stabilise, no more descent.
Such is a monumental change of fare, ...
confession to a string of fatal flaws,
a promise to comply and not abscond,
one opening and many closing doors.
Abandonment of facile pleasure’s call,
admission that the long tried search was vain,
that substances have brought the final fall,
a numbing and a sharpening of pain.
Acceptance that maturity were best,
a recognition that lost youth is spent,
to strive in diffèrent ways, not take a rest,
to rise or stabilise, no more descent.
Such is a monumental change of fare, ...
#hope
#motivational
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
#despair
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DRUGS POEM
Published
27th Aug 2021 9:15pm
27th Aug 2021 9:15pm
Shadow People
They lurk & loiter in periphery,
these shadow people flit & flutter dim,
with many grounds one can or cannot see,
and warn of dangers to my life & limb.
Sleep deprivation listed as a cause,
whilst I see spirits from another world,
I theorise that they've escaped death's claws
and now these ghosts roam free with wings unfurled.
Dull apparitions of a wasted past
they portend doom more than an astral sign,
they came at night but then by day at last.
Am I mistaken as to their design?
These Voodoo souls...
these shadow people flit & flutter dim,
with many grounds one can or cannot see,
and warn of dangers to my life & limb.
Sleep deprivation listed as a cause,
whilst I see spirits from another world,
I theorise that they've escaped death's claws
and now these ghosts roam free with wings unfurled.
Dull apparitions of a wasted past
they portend doom more than an astral sign,
they came at night but then by day at last.
Am I mistaken as to their design?
These Voodoo souls...
#spiritual
#alcohol
#homelessness
#addiction
#sleep
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SELF POEM
Published
27th Aug 2021 8:36pm
27th Aug 2021 8:36pm
Vain Flight
I wanted to escape, and so I ran,
like Poe, I tried to grasp one grain of sand,
I cancelled self with curse and hate and ban,
so once I’d done I’d nothing in my hand.
And now insanity is left behind
my recent históry looms large in sight
denying me what could be peace of mind,
as others’ ease reminds me of my blight.
I need to reinvent my modes of thought
and change myself from what I was before
to calm the things in me that made me fraught
and see if time may heal this weeping sore.
Can will so mend a soul that’s...
like Poe, I tried to grasp one grain of sand,
I cancelled self with curse and hate and ban,
so once I’d done I’d nothing in my hand.
And now insanity is left behind
my recent históry looms large in sight
denying me what could be peace of mind,
as others’ ease reminds me of my blight.
I need to reinvent my modes of thought
and change myself from what I was before
to calm the things in me that made me fraught
and see if time may heal this weeping sore.
Can will so mend a soul that’s...
#depression
#hope
#motivational
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
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