Submissions by Strangeways_Rob
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
The son and heir of nothing in particular
LOVE POEM
Published
31st Dec 2020 10:24pm
31st Dec 2020 10:24pm
Pashernate Love
They’re selling love on e-Bay
For a pound and dime,
Twitter bride scrubs
Lipstick from her mouth
At the kitchen sink.
These are the days of decision:
Time mulls as wine casked
In the breath of a jawless whale.
Hung to dry on scaffold of sonnets.
Ellipsis trail of train platforms
Suitcases packed with unwritten stanzas,
Heart’s short story derailed, until the
Universe timetable spun her web, and
Two forgotten stars fell on the same page.
We sleep on stretch of sand
Where the tides never reach, ...
For a pound and dime,
Twitter bride scrubs
Lipstick from her mouth
At the kitchen sink.
These are the days of decision:
Time mulls as wine casked
In the breath of a jawless whale.
Hung to dry on scaffold of sonnets.
Ellipsis trail of train platforms
Suitcases packed with unwritten stanzas,
Heart’s short story derailed, until the
Universe timetable spun her web, and
Two forgotten stars fell on the same page.
We sleep on stretch of sand
Where the tides never reach, ...
#love
#universe
#fate
347 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Dec 2020 11:20pm
30th Dec 2020 11:20pm
Once in the Wood on Fire
As kids we discovered a ramshackle wooden hut deep in the woods, seemingly an occasional refuge for the homeless. Over the years, it’s become apparent that the hut had remained in our psyche. I sometimes wonder who paints the glasses rose-coloured? This is the tale of Mandy who was to abandon housewife suburbia for glitz & glamour of crack! She was found corpsed in pools of vomit & shit & piss. Oh, the glamour indeed!
Amen! To the reverence of
Skipping ropes and Rubik’s cubes,
Hide and thy shall seek the
Glory of the Lord-of-the-Flies.
Listen...
Amen! To the reverence of
Skipping ropes and Rubik’s cubes,
Hide and thy shall seek the
Glory of the Lord-of-the-Flies.
Listen...
#childhood
#fate
#memories
377 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Dec 2020 3:31pm
27th Dec 2020 3:31pm
'time will say nothing but i told you so'
vizziee
#love
#hope
#faith #spiritual
#faith #spiritual
482 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Dec 2020 3:09pm
27th Dec 2020 3:09pm
INSECTED
vizzy
#faith
#nightmares
#dystopian
509 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
24th Dec 2020 9:53pm
24th Dec 2020 9:53pm
East-West Side Story
Words, as ancient vessels submerged,
Lighten the load of her absence.
Lead me down the winter trail:
No planes fly overhead
Only jet streams of traveller dreams &
Bells being rung under sand washed oceans.
Voda stained cards mark the
Years that have passed
Torn and strung as hospital lights
Strewn under a life-support machine:
Bleep and see how cruelly they sleep.
I sip the morning dew
And drink to the absent.
Do not be afraid of the dark
I am stood in the moonlight,
The man in the iron mask ...
Lighten the load of her absence.
Lead me down the winter trail:
No planes fly overhead
Only jet streams of traveller dreams &
Bells being rung under sand washed oceans.
Voda stained cards mark the
Years that have passed
Torn and strung as hospital lights
Strewn under a life-support machine:
Bleep and see how cruelly they sleep.
I sip the morning dew
And drink to the absent.
Do not be afraid of the dark
I am stood in the moonlight,
The man in the iron mask ...
#love
#hope
#Christmas #faith
#Christmas #faith
374 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
23rd Dec 2020 4:50pm
23rd Dec 2020 4:50pm
sometimes you get mistaken for yourself
Slurps of shingle wash memories mouth
Upon the sea path where steps are worn
Torn, climb the ocean tower as a stutter,
One step up, ten down, one up.
I have been somebody else all my life.
Sail Latin latitude for bedtime stories
Oratio Fatimae told by aged popstars on
Dead Sea Scrolled postcards.
Prey of prayers rattle
The eternal letter box.
I have been somebody else all my life.
O’er fields that never take
The same shape twice,
Police helicopter cuts the coast
As sun’s clenched teeth bare
The scantily...
Upon the sea path where steps are worn
Torn, climb the ocean tower as a stutter,
One step up, ten down, one up.
I have been somebody else all my life.
Sail Latin latitude for bedtime stories
Oratio Fatimae told by aged popstars on
Dead Sea Scrolled postcards.
Prey of prayers rattle
The eternal letter box.
I have been somebody else all my life.
O’er fields that never take
The same shape twice,
Police helicopter cuts the coast
As sun’s clenched teeth bare
The scantily...
#love
#faith
#StreamOfConsciousness
378 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Dec 2020 10:59pm
12th Dec 2020 10:59pm
hearts thrum softer in winter
Nostalgia is a broken window
With pain of distance as glass,
Perhaps?
Who was that boy who wrapped butterflies in cherry skins
Stealing delicate memories which were not his own?
The eye is not satisfied with seeing.
The mind in its cottage
Bath water tides shingle the skin
Frames the white beds lovers will share.
What ghosts will rise once the moon wanes?
>>><<<
Shooting stars collapse
After birth of the unborn,
Into fertile seas.
Seeds fire from shot guns
Slaughter wounds don’t always run...
With pain of distance as glass,
Perhaps?
Who was that boy who wrapped butterflies in cherry skins
Stealing delicate memories which were not his own?
The eye is not satisfied with seeing.
The mind in its cottage
Bath water tides shingle the skin
Frames the white beds lovers will share.
What ghosts will rise once the moon wanes?
>>><<<
Shooting stars collapse
After birth of the unborn,
Into fertile seas.
Seeds fire from shot guns
Slaughter wounds don’t always run...
#love
#universe
#fate #dystopian
#fate #dystopian
411 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
28th Nov 2020 6:04pm
28th Nov 2020 6:04pm
The Silenced Strawberry Harvest (collab with Uma)
Death do as you wish.
Paint the skies morphine black
Let a blinded artist collect
Falling stars on an evergreen palette.
in an existential cesspool
lay askew fractured black lotuses
(unheard of solid pastures
from jarring open mirage bubble)
of crushed widow~ necks
in latencies of chronic hemorrhagic
silently culling deaths- a boggy
pulldown burial betrayal... right
below their distorted thready feeble
reeds of tangled grounds- that for
once dangles free... to severed
appendages’ put down in ...
Paint the skies morphine black
Let a blinded artist collect
Falling stars on an evergreen palette.
in an existential cesspool
lay askew fractured black lotuses
(unheard of solid pastures
from jarring open mirage bubble)
of crushed widow~ necks
in latencies of chronic hemorrhagic
silently culling deaths- a boggy
pulldown burial betrayal... right
below their distorted thready feeble
reeds of tangled grounds- that for
once dangles free... to severed
appendages’ put down in ...
#love
#hope
#death
#nature
#faith
355 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
20th Nov 2020 10:57pm
20th Nov 2020 10:57pm
vague memories of a life remarkably ordinary
#sadness
#love
#strength
#faith
#StreamOfConsciousness
371 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
13th Nov 2020 10:31pm
13th Nov 2020 10:31pm
Wordmothers (as an artist painting white circle red)
Dreaming of the day when I can dream again in monochrome
Head stitched by negatives gaoled in old camera
Which may, or may not, have happened.
Or will happen.
So indeed it was -
A broken porcelain tea cup
The space underneath a stone
Fishing line snagged on ol’ man river reeds –
Which brought me here.
Kettle steam breathes bhoots awake
Drift as snow-dust from winter’s prologue,
Settle on edge of oak table
Where take-away remnants
Remind me of feasting rats,
Once, in that house on fire.
We build ribs and...
Head stitched by negatives gaoled in old camera
Which may, or may not, have happened.
Or will happen.
So indeed it was -
A broken porcelain tea cup
The space underneath a stone
Fishing line snagged on ol’ man river reeds –
Which brought me here.
Kettle steam breathes bhoots awake
Drift as snow-dust from winter’s prologue,
Settle on edge of oak table
Where take-away remnants
Remind me of feasting rats,
Once, in that house on fire.
We build ribs and...
#universe
#nature
#spiritual #StreamOfConsciousness
#spiritual #StreamOfConsciousness
419 reads
2 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
10th Nov 2020 7:53pm
10th Nov 2020 7:53pm
The Stain is Permanent
Vizzzz
#shame
#humankind
491 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Nov 2020 10:50pm
6th Nov 2020 10:50pm
The Ceiling at Four in the Morning. Looking at.
Bedroom swarms shifting air
Suffocating as bones crushed in lotus feet,
The ties that bind; tides that break.
An atlas on the belly of my dreams
Adventures in the skin trade.
Skin is a compass to start
Fevered fingers chart my journey:
North by north-west facing east, waiting
The departure at the grinding of gate,
When, finally, the blue moon is more than
An ambulance and screaming lights.
Vipers o’ verbs stall in my throat
Vivisection of my well versed scars,
Eavesdropping on the morning stillness ...
Suffocating as bones crushed in lotus feet,
The ties that bind; tides that break.
An atlas on the belly of my dreams
Adventures in the skin trade.
Skin is a compass to start
Fevered fingers chart my journey:
North by north-west facing east, waiting
The departure at the grinding of gate,
When, finally, the blue moon is more than
An ambulance and screaming lights.
Vipers o’ verbs stall in my throat
Vivisection of my well versed scars,
Eavesdropping on the morning stillness ...
#love
#dreams
#faith #StreamOfConsciousness
#faith #StreamOfConsciousness
390 reads
4 Comments
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