Submissions by Strangeways_Rob
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
The son and heir of nothing in particular
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Dec 2021 9:01pm
30th Dec 2021 9:01pm
Shorts from the Bar @ The Outlook Hotel
And this is why….
From the cradle
To the nightclub,
Lack of human touch
Must make it hard
To write about intimate love.
Young Child, Sea-Walking at Midnight
Moon’s perfect vowel
Lightly lisps the tongue of sands,
Haberdashery of seaweeds
Pour dreams of wonderment
Into her eyes, clothed wide.
Slats of slate rain keep her awake,
An ocean pillow charts the cold night.
From the cradle
To the nightclub,
Lack of human touch
Must make it hard
To write about intimate love.
Young Child, Sea-Walking at Midnight
Moon’s perfect vowel
Lightly lisps the tongue of sands,
Haberdashery of seaweeds
Pour dreams of wonderment
Into her eyes, clothed wide.
Slats of slate rain keep her awake,
An ocean pillow charts the cold night.
#unicorns
385 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Dec 2021 11:48pm
25th Dec 2021 11:48pm
Shrink Wrapped
vizip
#unicorns
340 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
24th Dec 2021 8:17pm
24th Dec 2021 8:17pm
Ar Hyd y Nos / All Through the Night
Ar Hyd y Nos
Bore dda, canol nos,
Fu aderyn llyncu yn nythu bas,
Yn fy breuddwyd synhwysus haf,
Mae aer ystafell gwelu yn troi mewn I aderyn,
Adenydd yn sbilsen inc i mewn i waliau,
A oedd capel unwaith
Da ni’n cysgu ein ffordd yn ol,
I’r cerddoriaeth,
Or ein glaw,
Ac ein tirlun ‘di torri
Mae’r cyfdydd yn wisgo hanes drosodd ei briwiau,
Gwyntau agored yn ysgwyd y tŷ,
Budd ein balchder yn gwysgo llywiau newydd,
Fel y mae’n rhaid…..
All Through The Night
Good...
Bore dda, canol nos,
Fu aderyn llyncu yn nythu bas,
Yn fy breuddwyd synhwysus haf,
Mae aer ystafell gwelu yn troi mewn I aderyn,
Adenydd yn sbilsen inc i mewn i waliau,
A oedd capel unwaith
Da ni’n cysgu ein ffordd yn ol,
I’r cerddoriaeth,
Or ein glaw,
Ac ein tirlun ‘di torri
Mae’r cyfdydd yn wisgo hanes drosodd ei briwiau,
Gwyntau agored yn ysgwyd y tŷ,
Budd ein balchder yn gwysgo llywiau newydd,
Fel y mae’n rhaid…..
All Through The Night
Good...
#faith
#spiritual
297 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Dec 2021 5:45pm
21st Dec 2021 5:45pm
All Men Have Secrets
When new, the threads glisten and join,
Seen only by you and the other.
The web protects and holds, strengthened
By every hidden glance, every half-thought,
Half-spoken allusion in a language the rest
Can’t hear through the gross static of normality:
In the eyrie, the aery, faery fronds,
Circle the backdrop of a new play.
Beyond reason, it’s treason to feel in this City:
You were, you are, you will be – it is.
The you you think you are is several others – as is
The you you think you’re with. You are
And you are not – and they,...
Seen only by you and the other.
The web protects and holds, strengthened
By every hidden glance, every half-thought,
Half-spoken allusion in a language the rest
Can’t hear through the gross static of normality:
In the eyrie, the aery, faery fronds,
Circle the backdrop of a new play.
Beyond reason, it’s treason to feel in this City:
You were, you are, you will be – it is.
The you you think you are is several others – as is
The you you think you’re with. You are
And you are not – and they,...
#spiritual
#unicorns
#philosophical
395 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Dec 2021 11:22pm
19th Dec 2021 11:22pm
England's Dreaming
Sabred spires felled
The sun-streaked staircase
Built by Byron.
It’s The Fear
Which widens cracks in Eton cobbles;
The hand which passes the port
Is nothing but skeletal.
Elegance & etiquette are folded over chairs
When fucking like wild animals in a zoo,
Cracks the whips as Sir! when you bent so low
Caned buttocks opened to receive…..
Surreptitious as a virgin thief in a Nunnery
Slipping the Latin Karma Sutra
Into your underpants at the Bodleian:
fututus et mori...
The sun-streaked staircase
Built by Byron.
It’s The Fear
Which widens cracks in Eton cobbles;
The hand which passes the port
Is nothing but skeletal.
Elegance & etiquette are folded over chairs
When fucking like wild animals in a zoo,
Cracks the whips as Sir! when you bent so low
Caned buttocks opened to receive…..
Surreptitious as a virgin thief in a Nunnery
Slipping the Latin Karma Sutra
Into your underpants at the Bodleian:
fututus et mori...
#confessional
#unicorns
235 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Dec 2021 11:10pm
18th Dec 2021 11:10pm
Temple of the sacred heart of serial killers
-viz-
#TruthOfLife
335 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
14th Dec 2021 11:36pm
14th Dec 2021 11:36pm
Ghosts in the Corners of December
vizoid
#love
#dark
#LifeCycle
330 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Dec 2021 8:48pm
13th Dec 2021 8:48pm
Talking to a Robocop About Poetry
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#LifeCycle
#SelfReflection
313 reads
3 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
8th Dec 2021 9:34pm
8th Dec 2021 9:34pm
One Hundred Cities of Solitude
We are all a book, reading ourselves,
River’ed as the stones
Huckleberry Finn
Placed in the pockets
Of his evening jacket.
Sleep Jim, sleep,
Sleep an upstream dream,
Slave only to seduction and
Trails of smoky wuthered stars.
In discourse with the
Corpse of Sarah Woodruff,
Her salty breath
Spreads the bows of sailors.
Contrite to the cracks of The Cobb
Eau de scandal drips from her lips,
Sarah whispers meekly, soil-slicked teeth,
“If only Jane Eyre had unearthed me,
Heathcliff fucked me,...
River’ed as the stones
Huckleberry Finn
Placed in the pockets
Of his evening jacket.
Sleep Jim, sleep,
Sleep an upstream dream,
Slave only to seduction and
Trails of smoky wuthered stars.
In discourse with the
Corpse of Sarah Woodruff,
Her salty breath
Spreads the bows of sailors.
Contrite to the cracks of The Cobb
Eau de scandal drips from her lips,
Sarah whispers meekly, soil-slicked teeth,
“If only Jane Eyre had unearthed me,
Heathcliff fucked me,...
#dreams
#LifeAsAWriter
#reading
401 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2021 10:16pm
2nd Dec 2021 10:16pm
Sing Your Love
Beyond all mist
Remember only this,
You were loved.
Is there anything more
Mere mortals can wish for?
Some talk of revolution,
But in the dead of night
There is no warmth in a gun.
One day,
A solitary ship will sail the ocean
Cast overboard its plundered treasure
And seek comfort in the last lighthouse.
Memories remain in the
Grass in the rain,
Sun on the sea,
Small toys on Christmas trees.
Mum’s last word to Sue and me was “sing.” She nil-by-mouth at this stage. We were trying to...
Remember only this,
You were loved.
Is there anything more
Mere mortals can wish for?
Some talk of revolution,
But in the dead of night
There is no warmth in a gun.
One day,
A solitary ship will sail the ocean
Cast overboard its plundered treasure
And seek comfort in the last lighthouse.
Memories remain in the
Grass in the rain,
Sun on the sea,
Small toys on Christmas trees.
Mum’s last word to Sue and me was “sing.” She nil-by-mouth at this stage. We were trying to...
#love
#death
#universe
383 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Nov 2021 00:16am
25th Nov 2021 00:16am
~ in the bowels and vowels of the desperately deluded ~
vizitor
#unicorns
380 reads
10 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
24th Nov 2021 00:00am
24th Nov 2021 00:00am
'I have mislaid the torment and the fear'
The cold
Withers the sky,
Corpse-grey bandage
Shrouds the sea skin.
Alone on the beach
Seeking syllables in the sand,
Semaphore of my flagging heart
Braille blinks to Gods of indifference.
Smokey breath of seventh cigarette
Wisps a muddy patina on ocean table.
Heavenly (en)trails
Tear guts from clouds,
In pumice schorls
Deep-sleep rain shoals
Sail too close to a heart,
Raw & tender- as if slain
On a butcher’s slab.
Brined broken^breakers
Breach the headland, ...
Withers the sky,
Corpse-grey bandage
Shrouds the sea skin.
Alone on the beach
Seeking syllables in the sand,
Semaphore of my flagging heart
Braille blinks to Gods of indifference.
Smokey breath of seventh cigarette
Wisps a muddy patina on ocean table.
Heavenly (en)trails
Tear guts from clouds,
In pumice schorls
Deep-sleep rain shoals
Sail too close to a heart,
Raw & tender- as if slain
On a butcher’s slab.
Brined broken^breakers
Breach the headland, ...
#sea
#universe
#beach #ghosts
#beach #ghosts
447 reads
5 Comments
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