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.
EROTIC POEM
Published
5th Nov 2011 9:59am
5th Nov 2011 9:59am
Suicide Girls
Dying little deaths over vivid shades of black and red.
Rising spurts over mythic names and bespectacled vixens in a gothic Eden.
Longing to be the ink that soaks alternative skin that would tempt even an archangel.
This naked artistry conceived by God and practiced by fallen angels.
With this heavenly devilry female power has broken the chains of centuries of domination by men.
Now who controls masculinity when the thoughts run deep of delving into each colourful flower?
Sticky stigmata through a fibre optic web a cultivation by potent female fauna with pierced...
Rising spurts over mythic names and bespectacled vixens in a gothic Eden.
Longing to be the ink that soaks alternative skin that would tempt even an archangel.
This naked artistry conceived by God and practiced by fallen angels.
With this heavenly devilry female power has broken the chains of centuries of domination by men.
Now who controls masculinity when the thoughts run deep of delving into each colourful flower?
Sticky stigmata through a fibre optic web a cultivation by potent female fauna with pierced...
1055 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
4th Nov 2011 9:03pm
4th Nov 2011 9:03pm
The Ring
Titanium crafted into unity for the betrothed.
Cyclic and strong.
To have and to hold and subsequently destroyed by a usurper.
The intended matrimony broken and dying a Mersey death.
A desired visiting place.
Her final resting place.
With her aqueous affinity now whole.
Written by SonofHowarth
© 2011 SonofHowarth All Rights Reserved
(From the collection “Jenny”)
Cyclic and strong.
To have and to hold and subsequently destroyed by a usurper.
The intended matrimony broken and dying a Mersey death.
A desired visiting place.
Her final resting place.
With her aqueous affinity now whole.
Written by SonofHowarth
© 2011 SonofHowarth All Rights Reserved
(From the collection “Jenny”)
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LOVE POEM
Published
4th Nov 2011 9:01pm
4th Nov 2011 9:01pm
Whoop De Do f**k!
WHOOP DE DO FUCK
We bicker
We fight
We bang
We shout
We howl
We cut each other down
We curse
We stomp
We walk away
We cry
We spend the night apart
We wake and take umbrage
We argue
We talk of our demise
We scream ourselves hoarse
But of course we love
And all is forgotten
Ever harsh word
From fall out to falling around
Eruptions turned to delightful chuckles
With those daft words
When you said “Whoop De Do Fuck”
Written by SonofHowarth
© 2011 SonofHowarth All Rights Reserved....
We bicker
We fight
We bang
We shout
We howl
We cut each other down
We curse
We stomp
We walk away
We cry
We spend the night apart
We wake and take umbrage
We argue
We talk of our demise
We scream ourselves hoarse
But of course we love
And all is forgotten
Ever harsh word
From fall out to falling around
Eruptions turned to delightful chuckles
With those daft words
When you said “Whoop De Do Fuck”
Written by SonofHowarth
© 2011 SonofHowarth All Rights Reserved....
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Nov 2011 10:24am
4th Nov 2011 10:24am
Freedom Going, Going....Gone
Freedom slipping from grasp as a new error begins.
Freedom is finished.
A house of figureheads.
United Kingdom divided and conquered.
Freedom is discontinued with power centralization.
Freedoms banner, the flag frayed.
Sliced into strips by bureaucracies knife.
Freedom was life, yet all we have strived and fought for was forfeited.
Faceless lands forged by silence and inaction of a new generation of people.
Incarcerated by celestial shapes of gold and the colour blue.
Freedom is going, going…..gone.
Written by SonofHowarth © 2005 All Rights...
Freedom is finished.
A house of figureheads.
United Kingdom divided and conquered.
Freedom is discontinued with power centralization.
Freedoms banner, the flag frayed.
Sliced into strips by bureaucracies knife.
Freedom was life, yet all we have strived and fought for was forfeited.
Faceless lands forged by silence and inaction of a new generation of people.
Incarcerated by celestial shapes of gold and the colour blue.
Freedom is going, going…..gone.
Written by SonofHowarth © 2005 All Rights...
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DARK POEM
Published
4th Nov 2011 10:22am
4th Nov 2011 10:22am
Eyes Of Despair
The sentinels on duty and awake.
Marching inside the sockets of the soul.
As I’m still awake I begin to break.
My soul is dyeing the colour of coal.
Visualising, gazing at the end.
It’s a pictorial prophecy of doom.
Human made evil I can’t comprehend.
A salt-water shroud that gives rise to gloom.
I foresee a world that will crash and burn.
The guardians’ tire and close the souls door.
No way back from the brink, we cannot learn.
Despondent brown orbs cannot take anymore.
Lie now I in slumber, my only friend.
Death is more valuable than life,...
Marching inside the sockets of the soul.
As I’m still awake I begin to break.
My soul is dyeing the colour of coal.
Visualising, gazing at the end.
It’s a pictorial prophecy of doom.
Human made evil I can’t comprehend.
A salt-water shroud that gives rise to gloom.
I foresee a world that will crash and burn.
The guardians’ tire and close the souls door.
No way back from the brink, we cannot learn.
Despondent brown orbs cannot take anymore.
Lie now I in slumber, my only friend.
Death is more valuable than life,...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Nov 2011 7:12pm
3rd Nov 2011 7:12pm
Mob Mentality
Gut the gutless.
Let’s string ‘em up.
The law is in our hands.
And they’re drenched in blood.
Go on a rampage.
Let’s make the front page.
Get on the T.V.
The best of the freaks.
The strongest of the weak.
Mob Mentality.
‘Cause mobs are cool.
Mob Mentality.
Oiks rule.
We’ll decide what vengeance to reap.
We’re no better than the people we seek.
Foreign objects.
A National scandal.
Jerks show up for the cameras.
Let’s waste the waster.
To make ourselves feel better.
Controlling the others.
‘Cause we...
Let’s string ‘em up.
The law is in our hands.
And they’re drenched in blood.
Go on a rampage.
Let’s make the front page.
Get on the T.V.
The best of the freaks.
The strongest of the weak.
Mob Mentality.
‘Cause mobs are cool.
Mob Mentality.
Oiks rule.
We’ll decide what vengeance to reap.
We’re no better than the people we seek.
Foreign objects.
A National scandal.
Jerks show up for the cameras.
Let’s waste the waster.
To make ourselves feel better.
Controlling the others.
‘Cause we...
2612 reads
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
3rd Nov 2011 9:41am
3rd Nov 2011 9:41am
A New Day
A golden shaft sets alight a brightening sky and soon the void shall be filled.
Dispersing and immersing a deathly dark, a baptism by sunlight.
The breaking of dawn sets about burning the swirling evading clouds.
Bringing in its wake a new life from black night : The symbolic wringing of a red-hawks neck.
Prevailing blue surrounds us all as the orchestra of nature begins to play.
The shadows cast are now swept away.
There are rumbles of life on a new day.
New births emerge from last nights deaths to replenish and add to the drum of heartbeats.
Golden heat...
Dispersing and immersing a deathly dark, a baptism by sunlight.
The breaking of dawn sets about burning the swirling evading clouds.
Bringing in its wake a new life from black night : The symbolic wringing of a red-hawks neck.
Prevailing blue surrounds us all as the orchestra of nature begins to play.
The shadows cast are now swept away.
There are rumbles of life on a new day.
New births emerge from last nights deaths to replenish and add to the drum of heartbeats.
Golden heat...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
3rd Nov 2011 9:39am
3rd Nov 2011 9:39am
A Change Is Coming
Darkness lays, as sentences of former days fall as ash to cover everything black.
Nothing grows from what has been sown in the still and sombre night.
Yet in the dark recesses of us all and the distance since “Knight Fall” hope arrives to slash the black with a blazing scythe of light.
From a small tear of luminescent glare something prepares to return offering hope to all.
A change is coming the searchlight of god shines upon our Earth.
Rekindling all that was lost into glorious rebirth.
For better or worse providence has provided a second chance for...
Nothing grows from what has been sown in the still and sombre night.
Yet in the dark recesses of us all and the distance since “Knight Fall” hope arrives to slash the black with a blazing scythe of light.
From a small tear of luminescent glare something prepares to return offering hope to all.
A change is coming the searchlight of god shines upon our Earth.
Rekindling all that was lost into glorious rebirth.
For better or worse providence has provided a second chance for...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
2nd Nov 2011 9:41pm
2nd Nov 2011 9:41pm
Re-Genesis
God laid out his plans with his fertile hand.
Outstretched and swaying, magic emanating from his fingertips.
Miraculously forming before omnipotent eyes: Eden.
A paradise, the promised land.
From his mind he imagined an Earth and he made a speck into a jewel.
Under pressure from his hand just as from carbon a diamond is formed now.
He created something perfect, divine and blue.
Making next man and woman, fruitful a population grew and upon us her bestowed self rule.
And even though at times tears has lashed down from immortal eyes, never did he regret his...
Outstretched and swaying, magic emanating from his fingertips.
Miraculously forming before omnipotent eyes: Eden.
A paradise, the promised land.
From his mind he imagined an Earth and he made a speck into a jewel.
Under pressure from his hand just as from carbon a diamond is formed now.
He created something perfect, divine and blue.
Making next man and woman, fruitful a population grew and upon us her bestowed self rule.
And even though at times tears has lashed down from immortal eyes, never did he regret his...
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LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Nov 2011 9:37pm
2nd Nov 2011 9:37pm
The Redhawk and The Raven
Keen eyed and red-tailed her talons glistened with fallen men.
Singling out the weak she swooped and devoured them.
Playing with their minds, picked apart while they were enamoured.
She, the Red Hawk whore.
Yet she flew in the face of all her namesake was.
Monogamous she was not.
The Raven, stubborn and proud was overcome with passion.
He was forewarned and forearmed, but too headstrong he ignored his gut and was lost.
The Redbird continued her game.
Myopia got the better of her.
As her sights deceived her to what she had gazed in those green...
Singling out the weak she swooped and devoured them.
Playing with their minds, picked apart while they were enamoured.
She, the Red Hawk whore.
Yet she flew in the face of all her namesake was.
Monogamous she was not.
The Raven, stubborn and proud was overcome with passion.
He was forewarned and forearmed, but too headstrong he ignored his gut and was lost.
The Redbird continued her game.
Myopia got the better of her.
As her sights deceived her to what she had gazed in those green...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Nov 2011 10:32am
2nd Nov 2011 10:32am
Slip Into Tyranny
We get complacent with all we have.
We think in ‘forevers’, that it will all last.
But waiting is tyranny; that we have no sight to see, no stomach to tense and no mindset to fight.
The spectre of apathy has silenced us.
Our voice has been stifled by inaction.
Baleful bonds in the form of words cascade from a crooked mind and spilled onto paper and stapled together a constitution for forfeited rights is born.
We look at the past and laugh.
“Never again” and “Can’t happen, not to us”
But unguarded, unchecked we will all become slaves again.
Written by...
We think in ‘forevers’, that it will all last.
But waiting is tyranny; that we have no sight to see, no stomach to tense and no mindset to fight.
The spectre of apathy has silenced us.
Our voice has been stifled by inaction.
Baleful bonds in the form of words cascade from a crooked mind and spilled onto paper and stapled together a constitution for forfeited rights is born.
We look at the past and laugh.
“Never again” and “Can’t happen, not to us”
But unguarded, unchecked we will all become slaves again.
Written by...
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