Submissions by Strangeways_Rob
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
The son and heir of nothing in particular
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Mar 2022 10:36pm
30th Mar 2022 10:36pm
Tides
It would we wiser
To search for mermaids in the sea,
Than to find any memories you may have had of me.
Born, still the Family Album is a photograph
Of six apples in a chipped bowl.
Smoke from the fire of little clothes
Stirred as an old man walking wounded through woods.
To search for mermaids in the sea,
Than to find any memories you may have had of me.
Born, still the Family Album is a photograph
Of six apples in a chipped bowl.
Smoke from the fire of little clothes
Stirred as an old man walking wounded through woods.
#sadness
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Mar 2022 10:48pm
27th Mar 2022 10:48pm
Parallel Lines of a Thousand Skyscrapers
A beautiful face never to be seen again, has looked deeply into your eyes on some crowded street, with some silent or mute message that you will be allowed the time or intimacy to understand.
Imagine each ribcage you brushed against,
Opened like a triffid and snared your unlived days inside.
Listen to the traffic outside
& the sounds of stolen cars driving your dreams away.
Somewhere,
A house is haunted by the colours of gutter rain.
You think often:
‘Sometimes the night doesn’t have to fall.’
An imaginary voice on the phone...
Imagine each ribcage you brushed against,
Opened like a triffid and snared your unlived days inside.
Listen to the traffic outside
& the sounds of stolen cars driving your dreams away.
Somewhere,
A house is haunted by the colours of gutter rain.
You think often:
‘Sometimes the night doesn’t have to fall.’
An imaginary voice on the phone...
#universe
#nature
#spiritual
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Mar 2022 10:52pm
21st Mar 2022 10:52pm
Where Have They Been?
I took my ancestors for a walk down Blackberry Lane
Wearing nothing but eventide,
Orchard boughs
Burnished by toil and sweat,
Forge rain-holes thru the sky.
The rain falls gently at first,
An infant stroking piano keys.
Apologetic, as it folds the corners of
Summer towards another slumber.
Dark clouds hang as an executioner’s
Smile across the lips of the harbour.
Across town, sad orchestra of the departing train
Flutes unborn children into orphanage flumes;
Trombone tourniquet
Cello pleads for...
Wearing nothing but eventide,
Orchard boughs
Burnished by toil and sweat,
Forge rain-holes thru the sky.
The rain falls gently at first,
An infant stroking piano keys.
Apologetic, as it folds the corners of
Summer towards another slumber.
Dark clouds hang as an executioner’s
Smile across the lips of the harbour.
Across town, sad orchestra of the departing train
Flutes unborn children into orphanage flumes;
Trombone tourniquet
Cello pleads for...
#children
#family
#universe #nature
#universe #nature
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STORY POEM
Published
14th Mar 2022 10:13pm
14th Mar 2022 10:13pm
Closing Time at The Dead Poets Karaoke Bar
It was the year of The Poetry Famine,
Metaphor blight drowned
Pearled-ships of blighty.
Crops circled, as a hundred hand clock,
Fields of rotting cocks & bowdlerised dream.
On broken limbs, retracing hesitant paths
Where the steps were worn, the poets broke bread.
Full fathom fallow,
Poisoned (ch)Alice daggered the
Soft marrow of each rabbit hole,
An iambic immortelle always exists
In the silence between silver flutter of words.
Hands which clutched the quill
Sewed sail-cloths through the vines...
Metaphor blight drowned
Pearled-ships of blighty.
Crops circled, as a hundred hand clock,
Fields of rotting cocks & bowdlerised dream.
On broken limbs, retracing hesitant paths
Where the steps were worn, the poets broke bread.
Full fathom fallow,
Poisoned (ch)Alice daggered the
Soft marrow of each rabbit hole,
An iambic immortelle always exists
In the silence between silver flutter of words.
Hands which clutched the quill
Sewed sail-cloths through the vines...
#universe
#redemption
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ANGER POEM
Published
25th Feb 2022 5:08pm
25th Feb 2022 5:08pm
Just 3 reasons why you're found oh-so endearing
vizzpizz
#unicorns
285 reads
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Feb 2022 11:45pm
15th Feb 2022 11:45pm
Valentine Redux
My skin is the bed sheets of 1,029 nights sleeping alone,
Candy frosted belarina thaws her lilac flesh in sun fingers.
The sea is bleached & blistered by chloroform desires
Anaesthetised to the love song which drowned the ballerina.
Cathedrals of emptying departure lounges
Host nursers of silence and priests of solace,
Every passenger has their own stained glass window.
Skies are full of dream-fuelled paper planes.
Love was hell-bent on becoming a chalk outline on the pavement
Where streetlights trace footsteps of the midnight...
Candy frosted belarina thaws her lilac flesh in sun fingers.
The sea is bleached & blistered by chloroform desires
Anaesthetised to the love song which drowned the ballerina.
Cathedrals of emptying departure lounges
Host nursers of silence and priests of solace,
Every passenger has their own stained glass window.
Skies are full of dream-fuelled paper planes.
Love was hell-bent on becoming a chalk outline on the pavement
Where streetlights trace footsteps of the midnight...
#love
#universe
#nature
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LOVE POEM
Published
30th Jan 2022 10:35pm
30th Jan 2022 10:35pm
Ashes
Our mouths stopped for
One thousandth of a second,
As four hands rose from soiled lake.
A piano played in a glass factory.
We burned you into little shells and stars
Melted fingers into perpetual prayer,
Blazed the manuscripts of our library,
In memoriam, set fire to the psalm breeze.
The grave is a graph of the
Devil hunter striding the night,
Your shadows upon our shoulders
Lighten the mist of burdens breath.
Mum told me, or I may have dreamt it,
Flowers are the Poetry of Christ.
We...
One thousandth of a second,
As four hands rose from soiled lake.
A piano played in a glass factory.
We burned you into little shells and stars
Melted fingers into perpetual prayer,
Blazed the manuscripts of our library,
In memoriam, set fire to the psalm breeze.
The grave is a graph of the
Devil hunter striding the night,
Your shadows upon our shoulders
Lighten the mist of burdens breath.
Mum told me, or I may have dreamt it,
Flowers are the Poetry of Christ.
We...
#love
#death
#universe #memorial
#universe #memorial
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Jan 2022 10:17pm
26th Jan 2022 10:17pm
shorts from the piss-stained streets of Soho
Seven continents, five oceans, thirty-three dreams from death
Four fields away, the sea
Dreams of suffocation.
Stars fall on a field that never
Takes the same shape twice.
We live with this:
The lovers, always walking
Closer to the water.
It Aint Over till Sinatra Sings
Until the world’s last song lies in requiescat
On the brow of an evergreen nuclear hill,
May pocket-gods stitch My Way on the
Lapels of my very best mo(u)rning suit.
An Ode to a Charmless Man
His contribution to the Karma Sutra ...
Four fields away, the sea
Dreams of suffocation.
Stars fall on a field that never
Takes the same shape twice.
We live with this:
The lovers, always walking
Closer to the water.
It Aint Over till Sinatra Sings
Until the world’s last song lies in requiescat
On the brow of an evergreen nuclear hill,
May pocket-gods stitch My Way on the
Lapels of my very best mo(u)rning suit.
An Ode to a Charmless Man
His contribution to the Karma Sutra ...
#universe
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Jan 2022 8:39pm
25th Jan 2022 8:39pm
Blood on the Keys *oldie
A world trapped in my keys
I should have been born a typewriter.
The only pain an upper-case C
Bruised by the claw of a brutal poem,
Or seduced by a secretary’s wrist.
Returned to sender at end of each line
Space Bar -- clatter of vowels -- Space Barbed:
In decrescendo the ribbon fades, and
Written or unwritten
Loved or unloved,
The bell will one day be silent.
I should have been born a typewriter.
The only pain an upper-case C
Bruised by the claw of a brutal poem,
Or seduced by a secretary’s wrist.
Returned to sender at end of each line
Space Bar -- clatter of vowels -- Space Barbed:
In decrescendo the ribbon fades, and
Written or unwritten
Loved or unloved,
The bell will one day be silent.
#nostalgia
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SONG LYRICS
Published
8th Jan 2022 7:41pm
8th Jan 2022 7:41pm
Prams, Piers and Gutter Tears
The traffic of breaths
Gridlocked broken promises
Along summer’s exhausted highroad.
Enter stage left:
The performance of her life
Delivered splayed wide
(on a piss-stained mattress).
Under the croak of creaking pier,
The rivets nailed the baby to the floor.
Another bottle and the waves of
Suggestion will invite her in.
The girl just couldn’t take it anymore.
Gridlocked broken promises
Along summer’s exhausted highroad.
Enter stage left:
The performance of her life
Delivered splayed wide
(on a piss-stained mattress).
Under the croak of creaking pier,
The rivets nailed the baby to the floor.
Another bottle and the waves of
Suggestion will invite her in.
The girl just couldn’t take it anymore.
#nostalgia
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Jan 2022 6:06pm
7th Jan 2022 6:06pm
Flowers, Chairs and Bedsprings
Dusting adagio from
These guitar strings,
Strayed verbs strum
Colours from Weltschmerz.
Evening falls like vinyl into jukebox
Blue moon, you saw me standing alone,
By murknight, red-shred arc of naked prose
Is ready to haemorrhage my body.
House is a space of fingerprint and breath;
Words reside in empty bottles, cupboards,
Under floorboards & the kitchen sink.
We become orphanage for stanzas never written.
My washing line folds the edges of afternoon nap;
Shirts billow like forgotten ship sails,
A...
These guitar strings,
Strayed verbs strum
Colours from Weltschmerz.
Evening falls like vinyl into jukebox
Blue moon, you saw me standing alone,
By murknight, red-shred arc of naked prose
Is ready to haemorrhage my body.
House is a space of fingerprint and breath;
Words reside in empty bottles, cupboards,
Under floorboards & the kitchen sink.
We become orphanage for stanzas never written.
My washing line folds the edges of afternoon nap;
Shirts billow like forgotten ship sails,
A...
#universe
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STORY POEM
Published
4th Jan 2022 11:05pm
4th Jan 2022 11:05pm
Crafting Cutty Sark into Flesh
Skyscrapers collect the sun’s lashes,
Whips fleet-footed tourists to splinter
Teak bow with iPhone eye and lost signals.
Rats scuttle across (rig)or mortis
Of Thames’ embankment,
From her waters London was birthed.
At your feet, watch the city move,
Feel the breeze which pushes statues.
***
Anchored to rowed Cherry Blossom, the Clipper
Dawn-washed in dewed petals, the crew shaved
In their misty whisky-breath, ‘Wee’ Jimmy Wallace
Imagined his head rolling into a bamboo basket.
...
Whips fleet-footed tourists to splinter
Teak bow with iPhone eye and lost signals.
Rats scuttle across (rig)or mortis
Of Thames’ embankment,
From her waters London was birthed.
At your feet, watch the city move,
Feel the breeze which pushes statues.
***
Anchored to rowed Cherry Blossom, the Clipper
Dawn-washed in dewed petals, the crew shaved
In their misty whisky-breath, ‘Wee’ Jimmy Wallace
Imagined his head rolling into a bamboo basket.
...
#historical
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