Submissions by Strangeways_Rob
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
The son and heir of nothing in particular
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Dec 2024 9:33pm
14th Dec 2024 9:33pm
Sleeping With Cymru Poets
If poetry was sex
my body would be exhausted,
exhume my heart from the bone factory
but it isn’t.
R.S. Thomas taught me the discipline
of kindness over lust
your namesake Dylan
was just an alcoholic rage
and, really, do any of us go gentle into the night?
Dorothy Edwards, creep into my bed at dawn crack,
let me flick the hair from your weary eyes
give you comfort between your legs
Oh forgive me, that’s what all the misogynists write.
When all the words for love and death
have fallen into Lynette Roberts...
my body would be exhausted,
exhume my heart from the bone factory
but it isn’t.
R.S. Thomas taught me the discipline
of kindness over lust
your namesake Dylan
was just an alcoholic rage
and, really, do any of us go gentle into the night?
Dorothy Edwards, creep into my bed at dawn crack,
let me flick the hair from your weary eyes
give you comfort between your legs
Oh forgive me, that’s what all the misogynists write.
When all the words for love and death
have fallen into Lynette Roberts...
#faith
#hope
#love
65 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
13th Dec 2024 10:27pm
13th Dec 2024 10:27pm
The Pleasure and Privilege was Mine
Tell the tears to stay away from my heart
it’s too dark and black
from all the cunts who have exploited me.
Tell my heart to beat the rhythm of our love
It’s a valentine drum rolling over out tongues
in hiraeth, you will always be my home.
it’s too dark and black
from all the cunts who have exploited me.
Tell my heart to beat the rhythm of our love
It’s a valentine drum rolling over out tongues
in hiraeth, you will always be my home.
#faith
#hope
#love
68 reads
7 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
13th Dec 2024 8:23pm
13th Dec 2024 8:23pm
Maybe, in a New York minute
Let’s just pretend Morrissey fucked Dolly Parton
Nick Cave was a whore to every American dream
oh woe, and the fantasy of every Christmas decoration
she sent me “believe” on candy sticks.
Cymru must have been sleeping
when she wrote love letters on the Titanic storm
wept for the Dolls and Debbie Harry
did death ever survive the subway train?
Pattis Smith was the ballerina
who danced sex into me.
The Atlantic is the cruellest ocean.
Our kid has gone to the barrels
where the gun is silent
and we can only hear...
Nick Cave was a whore to every American dream
oh woe, and the fantasy of every Christmas decoration
she sent me “believe” on candy sticks.
Cymru must have been sleeping
when she wrote love letters on the Titanic storm
wept for the Dolls and Debbie Harry
did death ever survive the subway train?
Pattis Smith was the ballerina
who danced sex into me.
The Atlantic is the cruellest ocean.
Our kid has gone to the barrels
where the gun is silent
and we can only hear...
#faith
#hope
#love
58 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
13th Dec 2024 2:14pm
13th Dec 2024 2:14pm
Chemo Dreams
Greenish yellow. All ghosts wear clothes of this colour.” Frida Kahlo
Sunrise over a Christmas market, somewhere,
tinsellitis in hollows of a church bell.
Knells the beauty of the cancer coming.
Black-coal morning,
flames in the hearth are the same fire
which burns haunted houses down.
All one cemetery breath
wreathed in a Doctor’s hands,
cold slab of a tunnelled scan
directs morphine hearse to the grave.
Maybe you can pack a case with despair?
Placed love in a coffin
as a baby, blue, in an incubator, ...
Sunrise over a Christmas market, somewhere,
tinsellitis in hollows of a church bell.
Knells the beauty of the cancer coming.
Black-coal morning,
flames in the hearth are the same fire
which burns haunted houses down.
All one cemetery breath
wreathed in a Doctor’s hands,
cold slab of a tunnelled scan
directs morphine hearse to the grave.
Maybe you can pack a case with despair?
Placed love in a coffin
as a baby, blue, in an incubator, ...
#faith
#hope
#love
66 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Dec 2024 8:41pm
12th Dec 2024 8:41pm
Rest Softly, Lori
In the rain of your eyes,
Ocean spray bursts up towards heaven
falling back with tears as leaves of a tree.
Love flew out of your mouth in hieroglyphics
like an invitation to a sky wedding
writ on the wrists of kites.
Dawn ghosted,
as a ship’s prow through windows
tangled in curtain rigging
in the way silence enters an empty room
sunrise gallows hang
heavy in your absence.
Tightrope of lips
taut between our secret space
and pavement cracks where rain survives.
Hands prayed down to the...
Ocean spray bursts up towards heaven
falling back with tears as leaves of a tree.
Love flew out of your mouth in hieroglyphics
like an invitation to a sky wedding
writ on the wrists of kites.
Dawn ghosted,
as a ship’s prow through windows
tangled in curtain rigging
in the way silence enters an empty room
sunrise gallows hang
heavy in your absence.
Tightrope of lips
taut between our secret space
and pavement cracks where rain survives.
Hands prayed down to the...
#death
#faith
#hope #love
#hope #love
118 reads
15 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
19th Mar 2023 4:59pm
19th Mar 2023 4:59pm
Turn Left at Burnt Coffin and Follow the Silence
Rag-and-bone man sells wilted flowers
for graveside manners
picnic blankets beside tombs
As refugees of misted lands
rambles of shingled memories
breast coasts with words left unspoken
Travelling orbs are flecks of dust,
palm reading and astrology
guessing of sight’s second coming,
even the blind man knows his way home
Always coming back
to kitchen aroma
bodies of paperback spine
mouths wept tales of Romany…..
If you could see me now,
a full embalmment away from
the vodka-corpsed cymru...
for graveside manners
picnic blankets beside tombs
As refugees of misted lands
rambles of shingled memories
breast coasts with words left unspoken
Travelling orbs are flecks of dust,
palm reading and astrology
guessing of sight’s second coming,
even the blind man knows his way home
Always coming back
to kitchen aroma
bodies of paperback spine
mouths wept tales of Romany…..
If you could see me now,
a full embalmment away from
the vodka-corpsed cymru...
#hope
#mother
#LifeCycle #graveyard
#LifeCycle #graveyard
372 reads
16 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Mar 2023 6:14pm
15th Mar 2023 6:14pm
Thoughts Framed at Splash Point, 15:00
And though the rain draized
last night’s dream from my eyes,
the vision shared its secrets with the sea
An horizon tanker spilt ink into everything,
in this grey land between two piers
wedded are the hidden fingers of light
Nothing I could say would make the sea weep
for she’s been crying forever, or so it seems,
galleons of whisky would bring you closer to me
in gallery of ‘love oft whispered, is ready to submit’
the dark-lit sand remembered
baptised fragment disciples from cloud scree:
...
last night’s dream from my eyes,
the vision shared its secrets with the sea
An horizon tanker spilt ink into everything,
in this grey land between two piers
wedded are the hidden fingers of light
Nothing I could say would make the sea weep
for she’s been crying forever, or so it seems,
galleons of whisky would bring you closer to me
in gallery of ‘love oft whispered, is ready to submit’
the dark-lit sand remembered
baptised fragment disciples from cloud scree:
...
#LifeCycle
#redemption
254 reads
12 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Mar 2023 8:46pm
12th Mar 2023 8:46pm
All One Summer Breath
In the body of this room
her scent, like poetry,
has no expiry date
The night can be an elderberry darkening
veins collecting lightning from earth’s scatterings,
apricot lozenge scrapes
weary embers from my throat,
guitars of orchard flesh
wait to be plucked in summer rain
Coffee and cigarette rush-hour
breaks sunday’s silent hym(e)ns,
torn notebook pages pulpit my feet
like white maps of the world before creation
Teething my three tongues
to colours of your one voice,
words fuck frost from the...
her scent, like poetry,
has no expiry date
The night can be an elderberry darkening
veins collecting lightning from earth’s scatterings,
apricot lozenge scrapes
weary embers from my throat,
guitars of orchard flesh
wait to be plucked in summer rain
Coffee and cigarette rush-hour
breaks sunday’s silent hym(e)ns,
torn notebook pages pulpit my feet
like white maps of the world before creation
Teething my three tongues
to colours of your one voice,
words fuck frost from the...
#LifeCycle
#redemption
276 reads
11 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Mar 2023 12:23pm
11th Mar 2023 12:23pm
Once Upon a Woman's Body
#LifeCycle
139 reads
7 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
8th Mar 2023 8:52pm
8th Mar 2023 8:52pm
Urgency of the Blizzard
Not even sure if this rhythm between
my thorax and lips counts as breathing
Eyes slub white of the skies
onto heart’hed carpet,
where stitched sinew will weave
infernal limits of our mortal limbs
Bogarted by biography baggage
of all the poetry joints, she walked into here,
began slinging ice and lemon o’er bitter embers
Kindle is not exclusive for reading on trains.
Suburban Phoenix stocks supermarket shelves
with nectar for gravel-voiced sirens, shopped
twin-flamed from a double-barrel shotgun, trigger
...
my thorax and lips counts as breathing
Eyes slub white of the skies
onto heart’hed carpet,
where stitched sinew will weave
infernal limits of our mortal limbs
Bogarted by biography baggage
of all the poetry joints, she walked into here,
began slinging ice and lemon o’er bitter embers
Kindle is not exclusive for reading on trains.
Suburban Phoenix stocks supermarket shelves
with nectar for gravel-voiced sirens, shopped
twin-flamed from a double-barrel shotgun, trigger
...
#romantic
#LifeCycle
227 reads
15 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Mar 2023 8:17pm
6th Mar 2023 8:17pm
In Another Rain
the distance between
nations and constellations
is a semaphore breathe away,
traipsed rivers engrave
star reflections
fallen branches
into her tome
the distance between
rotation and the wheel
is tomorrow’s destination,
lungs of our city walls
exhale ruins for citadel colours,
aurora flights strengthen streets
name the city a different kind of grace
river bleeds beneath our skins
as we dared to open our eyes,
and in this moment
not...
nations and constellations
is a semaphore breathe away,
traipsed rivers engrave
star reflections
fallen branches
into her tome
the distance between
rotation and the wheel
is tomorrow’s destination,
lungs of our city walls
exhale ruins for citadel colours,
aurora flights strengthen streets
name the city a different kind of grace
river bleeds beneath our skins
as we dared to open our eyes,
and in this moment
not...
#LifeCycle
239 reads
11 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Mar 2023 6:45pm
5th Mar 2023 6:45pm
Shorts from Kitchen Sink Satellites
Nativity Blues
They found him on the school stage
overlooked by a portrait of Jesus,
Above the chair he had kicked away
Small Things Like This
A piano plays in an empty womb
hear the minor keys fall silent,
Staccato are hospital ward screams
brief is the introduction of strangers
Falling from Drifting Snow
When we came back late from the Waterfall
someone pinned a message to the gate,
Wales has drowned, just keep fucking sailing
Some Call it Irony
Knuckleboned tornflesh night ...
They found him on the school stage
overlooked by a portrait of Jesus,
Above the chair he had kicked away
Small Things Like This
A piano plays in an empty womb
hear the minor keys fall silent,
Staccato are hospital ward screams
brief is the introduction of strangers
Falling from Drifting Snow
When we came back late from the Waterfall
someone pinned a message to the gate,
Wales has drowned, just keep fucking sailing
Some Call it Irony
Knuckleboned tornflesh night ...
#LifeCycle
198 reads
7 Comments
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