Submissions by SonofHowarth
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Writing poetry since I was sixteen and placed in the top five of a regional competition. My writing is inspired by various genres. It has evolved from hate, anger and isolation to a more spiritual approach.
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
13th Feb 2019 8:42am
13th Feb 2019 8:42am
Persephone Darker
Destroying face.
Destroyer of light
Oh, darkened ruler of Hades.
Has your might been under scribed?
Does the throne so brightly adorned rightly belong to thee?
Did that dark raper become your usurper and take your sole right divine?
His every caress a ploy as he explored your tight white skin.
Feeding you seed for his own need as you were enveloped by love.
Is Queen Persephone darker than history would have thee, the rightful ruler of death and Hades?
Written by SonOfHowarth
From the collection "Mythology"
Destroyer of light
Oh, darkened ruler of Hades.
Has your might been under scribed?
Does the throne so brightly adorned rightly belong to thee?
Did that dark raper become your usurper and take your sole right divine?
His every caress a ploy as he explored your tight white skin.
Feeding you seed for his own need as you were enveloped by love.
Is Queen Persephone darker than history would have thee, the rightful ruler of death and Hades?
Written by SonOfHowarth
From the collection "Mythology"
#mythology
347 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Feb 2019 10:30pm
12th Feb 2019 10:30pm
Canadian Kiss
These lascivious lips.
Wish to impart this kiss.
Pressed together, partaking nectar
The ichor divine.
Erotic machinations in mind.
Shed the covering adorned, for our tryst of building bliss.
A lachrymose mist befits the enormity of the act, and in climax spent,
It all started with this Canadian kiss.
Wish to impart this kiss.
Pressed together, partaking nectar
The ichor divine.
Erotic machinations in mind.
Shed the covering adorned, for our tryst of building bliss.
A lachrymose mist befits the enormity of the act, and in climax spent,
It all started with this Canadian kiss.
#love
378 reads
2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
11th Feb 2019 8:37pm
11th Feb 2019 8:37pm
Artemis
Leto evades a covetous Hera
Sanctuary found on Delos
She born in the wild Flora
Artemis, assisted her mother to deliver her brother, and when asked her deepest desire, she yearned to be chaste forever.
Appear oh, athlete divine
With a crescent moon crown, carrying silver bow and arrow
Presiding over the Kordax, where devotees in animal masquerade gyrate hips and torso undulates in ecstasy; enter, oh, possessive majesty!
That of which Callisto knows
When she sought your flesh in Sapphic tryst
Yet was tricked by a devious Zeus ...
Sanctuary found on Delos
She born in the wild Flora
Artemis, assisted her mother to deliver her brother, and when asked her deepest desire, she yearned to be chaste forever.
Appear oh, athlete divine
With a crescent moon crown, carrying silver bow and arrow
Presiding over the Kordax, where devotees in animal masquerade gyrate hips and torso undulates in ecstasy; enter, oh, possessive majesty!
That of which Callisto knows
When she sought your flesh in Sapphic tryst
Yet was tricked by a devious Zeus ...
#mythology
376 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Nov 2017 1:52pm
11th Nov 2017 1:52pm
Storm Chaser
A spark is seen on the horizon.
Blue is blackened, a pupil widens.
The heart is pumping.
Adrenaline is flowing.
The instruments for measurement are knowing.
That this is a passion that exudes from every pore.
A want to be lost in something new.
Feeling the building pressure.
Watching the weather.
Wanting the storm.
Seeking to feel the squall.
That envelopes whole, intense.
The desire of a risk taker: A storm chaser.
Who yearns to be as one with the elements with shifting Iso-hearts falling into place with hot...
Blue is blackened, a pupil widens.
The heart is pumping.
Adrenaline is flowing.
The instruments for measurement are knowing.
That this is a passion that exudes from every pore.
A want to be lost in something new.
Feeling the building pressure.
Watching the weather.
Wanting the storm.
Seeking to feel the squall.
That envelopes whole, intense.
The desire of a risk taker: A storm chaser.
Who yearns to be as one with the elements with shifting Iso-hearts falling into place with hot...
#love
#romantic
625 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Nov 2017 1:49pm
11th Nov 2017 1:49pm
It Only Takes One
Formed, falling, solitary.
Born from pain or love.
Rolling smooth hitting every crevice.
Crystalline and pure.
Leaving a streak or imprint.
As it falls off the edge.
Once is enough to make you wish it never happens again.
Son of Howarth
© 2010 All Rights Reserved
(From the collection “The Heart Of The Storm”)
Born from pain or love.
Rolling smooth hitting every crevice.
Crystalline and pure.
Leaving a streak or imprint.
As it falls off the edge.
Once is enough to make you wish it never happens again.
Son of Howarth
© 2010 All Rights Reserved
(From the collection “The Heart Of The Storm”)
#heartbroken
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
10th Nov 2017 6:49pm
10th Nov 2017 6:49pm
Demeter
The divine mother of Kore prepared for war when Chronos acted and Uranus was emasculated.
A scarlet rain fell, soaking into Gaia's vulva.
Fecundity spawned the Gigantes with fervour.
From terra came terror, the sickle slit and cut.
One of the number of hated were fated to deliver the blow.
And after the titans came forth the giants erupting to life with Gaia raising the stakes higher went to battle with the Gods.
Finding mother divine with sword of gold in hand, hail Khrysaoros!
Olympia won.
The mother of corn sowed her seed, indeed all in...
A scarlet rain fell, soaking into Gaia's vulva.
Fecundity spawned the Gigantes with fervour.
From terra came terror, the sickle slit and cut.
One of the number of hated were fated to deliver the blow.
And after the titans came forth the giants erupting to life with Gaia raising the stakes higher went to battle with the Gods.
Finding mother divine with sword of gold in hand, hail Khrysaoros!
Olympia won.
The mother of corn sowed her seed, indeed all in...
#mythology
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
10th Nov 2017 6:22pm
10th Nov 2017 6:22pm
Prayer For Archangel Michael
Glory, glory to the most high.
Glory, glory hear us now, through this intercession we pray
That you augment our powers in battle
For the Archangel Michael.
Grant him power over the adversary.
Instil gnosis divine against the Father of lies.
Clothe him in amour akin to fire.
Our father hear us now.
Blessed be the lord.
Blessed be Jesus Christ the redeemer
Deliver us from evil.
Written by Son of Howarth (2017)
Glory, glory hear us now, through this intercession we pray
That you augment our powers in battle
For the Archangel Michael.
Grant him power over the adversary.
Instil gnosis divine against the Father of lies.
Clothe him in amour akin to fire.
Our father hear us now.
Blessed be the lord.
Blessed be Jesus Christ the redeemer
Deliver us from evil.
Written by Son of Howarth (2017)
#religion
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
9th Nov 2017 8:59am
9th Nov 2017 8:59am
The Invocation of Persephone
Virgo studded sky
over a sultry siren song
psychopomps serve the dead
with you as their Queen
A gorgon visage adorns your altar with roses and crystal black
Invoked!
let the harvest bloom
guide passed loved ones through the gloom and take them to Elysium.
Keeper of thy mysteries
I acquiesce to thee
Oh, Vivacious Persephone.
Written by Son Of Howarth
(2017- Mythologies collection)
over a sultry siren song
psychopomps serve the dead
with you as their Queen
A gorgon visage adorns your altar with roses and crystal black
Invoked!
let the harvest bloom
guide passed loved ones through the gloom and take them to Elysium.
Keeper of thy mysteries
I acquiesce to thee
Oh, Vivacious Persephone.
Written by Son Of Howarth
(2017- Mythologies collection)
#spiritual
#mythology
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
9th Nov 2017 8:49am
9th Nov 2017 8:49am
Persephone
Kore, oh sweet beautifier divine.
Thy Maiden of equine.
Fleet of foot in prepossessing dance in fertile verdure.
Casting colour on genus.
Your sweet wreath was caught by the alluring narcissus.
Then from 'neath your splendour came terror.
Sullen solitary Hades who drew such a bitter lot, lost himself so stubbornly in the comely form.
Oh, how he adored, the God of the dead who found life again.
Drawing closer in venereal temperament spying her in glowing fauna the horses thundered through.
Cerberus enthralled and came the spark of sin bourne from a...
Thy Maiden of equine.
Fleet of foot in prepossessing dance in fertile verdure.
Casting colour on genus.
Your sweet wreath was caught by the alluring narcissus.
Then from 'neath your splendour came terror.
Sullen solitary Hades who drew such a bitter lot, lost himself so stubbornly in the comely form.
Oh, how he adored, the God of the dead who found life again.
Drawing closer in venereal temperament spying her in glowing fauna the horses thundered through.
Cerberus enthralled and came the spark of sin bourne from a...
#mythology
563 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Nov 2011 6:42pm
5th Nov 2011 6:42pm
GO BIG RED!
Lincoln Streets beat.
A community meets.
As warriors in pads, helmets and roman sandals equipped with cleats thunder from the tunnel as boys become men on the football field.
The modern day colliseium of Memorial stadium fills with the swathe of red.
Every seat is an atrium filled with the passion of Nebraskans.
Game day Saturday sees Titanic struggles of Cornhuskers and Buffaloes and a wave of a crimson tide that crashes onto cornfields
To sometimes saturate but never sweep away.
And the legendary name of coach Osborne echoes down the colliegete halls that...
A community meets.
As warriors in pads, helmets and roman sandals equipped with cleats thunder from the tunnel as boys become men on the football field.
The modern day colliseium of Memorial stadium fills with the swathe of red.
Every seat is an atrium filled with the passion of Nebraskans.
Game day Saturday sees Titanic struggles of Cornhuskers and Buffaloes and a wave of a crimson tide that crashes onto cornfields
To sometimes saturate but never sweep away.
And the legendary name of coach Osborne echoes down the colliegete halls that...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Nov 2011 6:32pm
5th Nov 2011 6:32pm
College Gameday
Naysayer's talk of no culture.
But they fail to understand.
how communities come together
with their chosen side.
for on any given college gameday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday.
Be they Hokie, Aggie, Husker or Crimson Tide.
everyone bands together to wear their colours with pride.
It is wholesome, amazing and the world over unmatched that a university is supported with such intensity.
Something so pure in state identity affording such great culural history.
And something to be proud of.
A cornerstone of heritage where education and sports meet...
But they fail to understand.
how communities come together
with their chosen side.
for on any given college gameday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday.
Be they Hokie, Aggie, Husker or Crimson Tide.
everyone bands together to wear their colours with pride.
It is wholesome, amazing and the world over unmatched that a university is supported with such intensity.
Something so pure in state identity affording such great culural history.
And something to be proud of.
A cornerstone of heritage where education and sports meet...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Nov 2011 10:02am
5th Nov 2011 10:02am
Un-Civilisation
Society is a wheel that does not spin.
“I’m good, I’m safe”.
“I’ve got what I need”.
Stuck in my collective pocket
“I’m good, I’m safe”.
“I’ve got what I need”.
“I’m safe, you’re screwed”
Societies wheel will not go.
All the spokes are broke.
The frame is bent out of shape
We’re out for what we can get.
Nuts to the rest.
“I’ve got mine”.
“Gonna get there first”.
“As you hope you get yours”.
The glue that forms the bonds of societies fabric will not hold.
“One for all and all for me”.
Our fragile, ultimately...
“I’m good, I’m safe”.
“I’ve got what I need”.
Stuck in my collective pocket
“I’m good, I’m safe”.
“I’ve got what I need”.
“I’m safe, you’re screwed”
Societies wheel will not go.
All the spokes are broke.
The frame is bent out of shape
We’re out for what we can get.
Nuts to the rest.
“I’ve got mine”.
“Gonna get there first”.
“As you hope you get yours”.
The glue that forms the bonds of societies fabric will not hold.
“One for all and all for me”.
Our fragile, ultimately...
662 reads
1 Comment
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