Submissions by Strangeways_Rob
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
The son and heir of nothing in particular
At Amber
vizz ###
#SelfReflection
#minimalist
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2 Comments
Sea Susurration
When you return from the sea
Be sure to tell me what the sirens sing,
Leave each string upon shingle
As weary ghosts to
Wrist thru’ pearly mist.
We surrender our secrets to the ocean
Because we are the sea.
Fathom dreamers; boned breakers
Stretch breath across headlands.
Low flying aircraft lay stars
To birth shoals of tomorrow’s radiance.
The sailor, docked now in
Six feet of thick soil,
Feels the warmth of rain
Covering him as spring snow.
Wild dogs devour scraps of
Life on desolate...
Be sure to tell me what the sirens sing,
Leave each string upon shingle
As weary ghosts to
Wrist thru’ pearly mist.
We surrender our secrets to the ocean
Because we are the sea.
Fathom dreamers; boned breakers
Stretch breath across headlands.
Low flying aircraft lay stars
To birth shoals of tomorrow’s radiance.
The sailor, docked now in
Six feet of thick soil,
Feels the warmth of rain
Covering him as spring snow.
Wild dogs devour scraps of
Life on desolate...
#love
#sea
#universe
561 reads
1 Comment
'the poet writes the history of his own body'
just killing time at ‘The Slavery Museum’ waiting for the train to suburbia
Oh yes, I have seen Africa
In the trinket shop @ Liverpool Dock.
what the spaceman heard when the world ended
Laughter
Universal.
& now in the morning I sit here looking through the window as Erik Satie weeps
Embalmed trees wax limply;
Seventy-five fields away, the sea dreams of suffocation.
the rust on the bone factory gates peels off like eucalyptus bark
Wherever we tread
We walk on buried ground.
...
Oh yes, I have seen Africa
In the trinket shop @ Liverpool Dock.
what the spaceman heard when the world ended
Laughter
Universal.
& now in the morning I sit here looking through the window as Erik Satie weeps
Embalmed trees wax limply;
Seventy-five fields away, the sea dreams of suffocation.
the rust on the bone factory gates peels off like eucalyptus bark
Wherever we tread
We walk on buried ground.
...
#love
#universe
#faith
353 reads
4 Comments
Shooting Fish in a Barrel
BANG! His drunken form swallowed the bedroom. She slunk deep into nest of pillows and duvet. Nightly ritual began. She recoiled at each approaching footstep. He stealthily reached for the gun. He enjoyed her screams and pleas as he pulled trigger. Volley of blanks broke the silence.
BANG! Nerves frayed, she ate another Valium breakfast. In a cloudy haze she decided. She would swap the blanks for real bullets.
BANG! Sat at the bar, complaining vehemently that the beer was too warm, his mind cranked through devious levers. ‘Oh yes,’ he roared deep inside. ‘Tonight I will...
BANG! Nerves frayed, she ate another Valium breakfast. In a cloudy haze she decided. She would swap the blanks for real bullets.
BANG! Sat at the bar, complaining vehemently that the beer was too warm, his mind cranked through devious levers. ‘Oh yes,’ he roared deep inside. ‘Tonight I will...
#dark
#fiction
435 reads
7 Comments
drenched
The night is terraced by empty houses,
Guttered by feathers
Of a windswept sonnet.
Pillowed on the whispering ashes,
My heart dwells in embers
Curled on the cold slab hearthstones.
Shipwrecks ferry fire across continents.
It wasn’t pearls we
Swallowed to light our souls,
But furniture dust &
Photo-shopped memories
Of the glint from vases which
Housed putrid water
After flowers had died.
Scent of rain in your hair
Colours my breath with redemption,
You crush my burning lips as ashes.
...
Guttered by feathers
Of a windswept sonnet.
Pillowed on the whispering ashes,
My heart dwells in embers
Curled on the cold slab hearthstones.
Shipwrecks ferry fire across continents.
It wasn’t pearls we
Swallowed to light our souls,
But furniture dust &
Photo-shopped memories
Of the glint from vases which
Housed putrid water
After flowers had died.
Scent of rain in your hair
Colours my breath with redemption,
You crush my burning lips as ashes.
...
#love
#identity
#universe #nature
#universe #nature
456 reads
4 Comments
fingerprint on the edge of the sky
Spaces between rain drops are the blood
Trenched in veins between body & Holy Ghost.
Somewhere inside,
Compass spins heavy o’er the heart.
Navigate imagination by stars, scars,
Suburban semaphore & the comfort of strangers:
Fountains bursting up towards Heaven
Falling as fragments of Dead Sea scroll.
The brain is conversation
In the ruins of elegiac language.
Sinking silence of the gnawed night
Visions afar, broken teeth of river mouth
Taste the thirst of dying mother-tongue.
Echoes of anfarwoli* drown the...
Trenched in veins between body & Holy Ghost.
Somewhere inside,
Compass spins heavy o’er the heart.
Navigate imagination by stars, scars,
Suburban semaphore & the comfort of strangers:
Fountains bursting up towards Heaven
Falling as fragments of Dead Sea scroll.
The brain is conversation
In the ruins of elegiac language.
Sinking silence of the gnawed night
Visions afar, broken teeth of river mouth
Taste the thirst of dying mother-tongue.
Echoes of anfarwoli* drown the...
#love
#universe
#nature #WritersBlock
#nature #WritersBlock
328 reads
3 Comments
MUTE
Becoming more like a metaphor
Whore, failure of my expression
In granite valentine scripts
Of how Dad wrote to Mum.
Broken breath enters a stanza
As snapped bone breaks a ballet.
Singing a washed-up shanty
To summon rusticles from wreck, but
The harbour waters run still.
Sometimes the night wakes in the pillow
Fear that any movement should silently stop.
Fright’mares cut
never ending network of cables.
Skin light dreams into being that is real
…………and nothing but the truth.
Across...
Whore, failure of my expression
In granite valentine scripts
Of how Dad wrote to Mum.
Broken breath enters a stanza
As snapped bone breaks a ballet.
Singing a washed-up shanty
To summon rusticles from wreck, but
The harbour waters run still.
Sometimes the night wakes in the pillow
Fear that any movement should silently stop.
Fright’mares cut
never ending network of cables.
Skin light dreams into being that is real
…………and nothing but the truth.
Across...
#love
#WritersBlock
#SelfReflection
657 reads
3 Comments
spindles of a splintered heart
And now, pray falls lime
Colour is first religion.
Disciple fingers weave
Bracken curls to distant naves,
Placed dreams in your eyes ~ blind me.
Colour is first religion.
Disciple fingers weave
Bracken curls to distant naves,
Placed dreams in your eyes ~ blind me.
#love
#universe
#redemption
495 reads
2 Comments
'Song From Under The Floorboards'
MAPS
On Journey, our
Direction is to merely survive.
Some say poets always answer: “like the snow.”
Collect drunken Gods tears in paper bags
& tell the heathens everything falls…..
Like the snow.
Ice Tranquility in the Bend of the Sun
Threading trees through iced breath
Winter’s corpse spreads as
Water in an empty room.
Summer crawls like an orphan-
-age built by her fathers.
Glassed
Scar rests as empty comma
Ploughed above a turret brow,
Stitched by...
On Journey, our
Direction is to merely survive.
Some say poets always answer: “like the snow.”
Collect drunken Gods tears in paper bags
& tell the heathens everything falls…..
Like the snow.
Ice Tranquility in the Bend of the Sun
Threading trees through iced breath
Winter’s corpse spreads as
Water in an empty room.
Summer crawls like an orphan-
-age built by her fathers.
Glassed
Scar rests as empty comma
Ploughed above a turret brow,
Stitched by...
#love
#universe
#LifeCycle #minimalist
#LifeCycle #minimalist
372 reads
5 Comments
suicide skin’phonies in c minor
Strung at the throat, each
Sinew a symphony of strings
In the unforgiving space between skins.
Sinew a symphony of strings
In the unforgiving space between skins.
#universe
#music
#minimalist
367 reads
3 Comments
Mortal Mechanics
Skin’phonies
Strung at the throat, each
Sinew a symphony of strings
In the unforgiving space between skins.
Each string a note to be played to death,
Tourniquet of piano wire connects flesh to bone.
Heard God calling through percussion
Danced to refrain of Wagner on disco floor:
Past pulses like a broken metronome
Syncopation of that which is e’re, o’er and true.
Glassed
Scar rests as empty comma
Ploughed above a turret brow,
For every stitch a diamond glistened
As a chandelier lump in my chest. ...
Strung at the throat, each
Sinew a symphony of strings
In the unforgiving space between skins.
Each string a note to be played to death,
Tourniquet of piano wire connects flesh to bone.
Heard God calling through percussion
Danced to refrain of Wagner on disco floor:
Past pulses like a broken metronome
Syncopation of that which is e’re, o’er and true.
Glassed
Scar rests as empty comma
Ploughed above a turret brow,
For every stitch a diamond glistened
As a chandelier lump in my chest. ...
#love
#dark
#universe #confessional
#universe #confessional
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0 Comments
incomplete instructions on how to build a paper heart
there is a moment
during the folds when
the paper organ resembles a
cut diamond or rotten pig’s head.
to build an invisible shape:
reams of feeling eels
ripple the think-tank,
overleaf a forage of
fingerprints would build
a sea of pyramids.
shifting
everything shifts.
crushed paper ball on kitchen table is the young moon.
the desolate...
during the folds when
the paper organ resembles a
cut diamond or rotten pig’s head.
to build an invisible shape:
reams of feeling eels
ripple the think-tank,
overleaf a forage of
fingerprints would build
a sea of pyramids.
shifting
everything shifts.
crushed paper ball on kitchen table is the young moon.
the desolate...
#universe
#humankind
#WritingPoetry
350 reads
3 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by Strangeways_Rob