Submissions by Strangeways_Rob
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
The son and heir of nothing in particular
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Jul 2020 8:11pm
22nd Jul 2020 8:11pm
~ {e}m o t i o n s . . . . (collab with Uma)
To all those nights
Where one breath breaks
Stones strung between us.
In secret, we have sewn
Compasses into our shirts.
Leaving on the midnight train to euphoria
We took downtown rain taxi
To shores of lilting night boat.
Ambered sari opens as marigold
Feasted upon by hungering bees.
The little neck of sea, widened
By salted water pressure, swimming
In the space reserved for spined
Submarine, we realise we are
Only here because we never
Got the hang of time.
to all those
benumbed...
Where one breath breaks
Stones strung between us.
In secret, we have sewn
Compasses into our shirts.
Leaving on the midnight train to euphoria
We took downtown rain taxi
To shores of lilting night boat.
Ambered sari opens as marigold
Feasted upon by hungering bees.
The little neck of sea, widened
By salted water pressure, swimming
In the space reserved for spined
Submarine, we realise we are
Only here because we never
Got the hang of time.
to all those
benumbed...
#love
#sea
#mountains
#spiritual
#collaboration
483 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Jul 2020 9:45pm
15th Jul 2020 9:45pm
Sunflowers On The Window Ledge
In a slurry of sleep-fall
The moon waits to
Give away her night,
Stars fearful of stage fright
Exit left at skied curtain.
Everything I know deserts me now:
Apocalypse of monsoon lips
Weep mouths thru’ eyelash laces.
The fox moves silently.
In flicker of his movement
A truck would drive
Wheel on wheel
Century upon century:
The road is ceaseless.
Golden fur strands thread
Topography of all existence,
Adventures in the human trade.
The fox will rest once fed.
Fraternity of lantern...
The moon waits to
Give away her night,
Stars fearful of stage fright
Exit left at skied curtain.
Everything I know deserts me now:
Apocalypse of monsoon lips
Weep mouths thru’ eyelash laces.
The fox moves silently.
In flicker of his movement
A truck would drive
Wheel on wheel
Century upon century:
The road is ceaseless.
Golden fur strands thread
Topography of all existence,
Adventures in the human trade.
The fox will rest once fed.
Fraternity of lantern...
#love
#universe
#nature
509 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Jul 2020 10:51pm
6th Jul 2020 10:51pm
Absinthe Strips Grey From The Skies
Absinthe please take my mind:
Sweetly, sugar bends the spoon
Stirs fragments of parenthesis
Piss and green stained
Words roam on unstacked shelves
In libraries of attribution.
In absentia, memory lakes
Buckled by tidal locked limbs
Belted & broken, descend
To bloated bodies,
Sunk at cathedral depth.
Haunted by the colours
Of the night’s soul, the
Asylum For Dead Artists
Paint their walls fifty one
Shades of gunmetal grey.
Everything may go green –
Everything may go.
Washed in...
Sweetly, sugar bends the spoon
Stirs fragments of parenthesis
Piss and green stained
Words roam on unstacked shelves
In libraries of attribution.
In absentia, memory lakes
Buckled by tidal locked limbs
Belted & broken, descend
To bloated bodies,
Sunk at cathedral depth.
Haunted by the colours
Of the night’s soul, the
Asylum For Dead Artists
Paint their walls fifty one
Shades of gunmetal grey.
Everything may go green –
Everything may go.
Washed in...
#love
#dreams
#sea #memories
#sea #memories
446 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Jul 2020 10:02pm
2nd Jul 2020 10:02pm
Shooting Horses
After the crematorium,
We drop the urn on bar floor:
It becomes a nest of
Sawdust, vomit, whiskey
And our friend Johnny.
There’s that joke.
You know the one?
A horse walks into a bar
And the barmaid asks him
“Why the long face?”
Well, a nomadic steed
Fresh, indeed, from mo(u)rning fields
Gallops from dawn to twilight
Town to town, hooved shoes
Clicking a Latino rhythm.
In the litany of celebrity equidae
- Trojan Gulliver Champion
Mister Ed Silver 1 of...
We drop the urn on bar floor:
It becomes a nest of
Sawdust, vomit, whiskey
And our friend Johnny.
There’s that joke.
You know the one?
A horse walks into a bar
And the barmaid asks him
“Why the long face?”
Well, a nomadic steed
Fresh, indeed, from mo(u)rning fields
Gallops from dawn to twilight
Town to town, hooved shoes
Clicking a Latino rhythm.
In the litany of celebrity equidae
- Trojan Gulliver Champion
Mister Ed Silver 1 of...
#love
#dystopian
389 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Jun 2020 11:12pm
28th Jun 2020 11:12pm
Breaking Graves With Word Waves
Dear unruly reader
Let me invite you to a fiction barbeque
Grilled verbs,
Cremated chapter & verse:
Draw your hearse alongside me
Pour a franklin font &
Watch how the colours run.
The fahrenheit is frightening.
Seeking refuge in the kitchen,
Talking post-war Polish prose
With a blushing boy from Ukraine.
A girl from Oxford city
Showing her latest tattoo:
WRITE YOURSELF INTO MY DIARY
Over an elbowed Elvis, all shook up.
INTERLUDE
We walked as pall bearers
In...
Let me invite you to a fiction barbeque
Grilled verbs,
Cremated chapter & verse:
Draw your hearse alongside me
Pour a franklin font &
Watch how the colours run.
The fahrenheit is frightening.
Seeking refuge in the kitchen,
Talking post-war Polish prose
With a blushing boy from Ukraine.
A girl from Oxford city
Showing her latest tattoo:
WRITE YOURSELF INTO MY DIARY
Over an elbowed Elvis, all shook up.
INTERLUDE
We walked as pall bearers
In...
#love
#music
#WritingPoetry
418 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Jun 2020 10:04pm
24th Jun 2020 10:04pm
Talking To Alan Bennett About Penguins
LIGHT FADES
‘Appen an axe may befall me
In ginnel or wintry wood
Should be of rust and oak;
A refined English death such as
The charge of the light brigade
Would not suit my constitution.
Bloomsbury bric-a-brac shrinks
Under an idle twilight,
The Stephen sisters sketched
Sipping tea, seemingly, from
Over the planet’s lip.
Bookshelves creak under passion.
Walls of the vase grow thin
White petals darkened by fetid water.
Above all else
Shit will always grow to surface.
Fussy BBC lady...
‘Appen an axe may befall me
In ginnel or wintry wood
Should be of rust and oak;
A refined English death such as
The charge of the light brigade
Would not suit my constitution.
Bloomsbury bric-a-brac shrinks
Under an idle twilight,
The Stephen sisters sketched
Sipping tea, seemingly, from
Over the planet’s lip.
Bookshelves creak under passion.
Walls of the vase grow thin
White petals darkened by fetid water.
Above all else
Shit will always grow to surface.
Fussy BBC lady...
#fiction
#respect
409 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
21st Jun 2020 11:23pm
21st Jun 2020 11:23pm
broken tree >> on river bend
Upon my bough,
June breeze pins me to the scene.
Brow of my beloved
Astride an amethyst trunk,
Arched towards rainfall
Tears the bow of harboured ships.
Old fisherman shares a nod -
Awkward reverence of existence -
Objectifying space between us.
The comfort of strangers.
Riverbed reflects a painting:
Into which we step,
People of oiled canvas, as
Burnt matches unframed.
Sunset sulphurs
Strike tomorrow chime.
Looking down into drowned
Weeds, savagely whirling,
On verge of uprooting. ...
June breeze pins me to the scene.
Brow of my beloved
Astride an amethyst trunk,
Arched towards rainfall
Tears the bow of harboured ships.
Old fisherman shares a nod -
Awkward reverence of existence -
Objectifying space between us.
The comfort of strangers.
Riverbed reflects a painting:
Into which we step,
People of oiled canvas, as
Burnt matches unframed.
Sunset sulphurs
Strike tomorrow chime.
Looking down into drowned
Weeds, savagely whirling,
On verge of uprooting. ...
#love
#universe
#nature
623 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
18th Jun 2020 11:20pm
18th Jun 2020 11:20pm
This Night
# Vizz
#love
#universe
618 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Jun 2020 9:13pm
18th Jun 2020 9:13pm
Darling, Are You Ready For The Electric Chair Yet? (lyrics 1990-ish)
Her memory is dancing on my fingertips
Last tango of my knuckled heart
Chalked my outline on the bedroom floor
I am no body, have nobody.
Darling, are you ready for the electric chair yet?
They’re showing ECT dramas on the BBC
Oh come around and I’ll plug you in
Shock yourself back to me.
When I heard her talking Latin
And tattooed PLATH on her desk
Me and my heart….oh me and my heart
We stole the weekend away
Dreaming of the Monday girl.
Darling, are you ready for the electric chair yet?
They’re showing...
Last tango of my knuckled heart
Chalked my outline on the bedroom floor
I am no body, have nobody.
Darling, are you ready for the electric chair yet?
They’re showing ECT dramas on the BBC
Oh come around and I’ll plug you in
Shock yourself back to me.
When I heard her talking Latin
And tattooed PLATH on her desk
Me and my heart….oh me and my heart
We stole the weekend away
Dreaming of the Monday girl.
Darling, are you ready for the electric chair yet?
They’re showing...
#teens
#lyrics
354 reads
1 Comment
ANGER POEM
Published
16th Jun 2020 11:30pm
16th Jun 2020 11:30pm
Even Whales Get The Bends (Haiku Harpoons)
Vestmanna bay blood -
Sea burns angry, just enough
To remind us. Just.
Upon calves cradle,
Would you slaughter your mother
Shoal loving her child?
Breath breezes her heart
In(uit) death shade, vast blue,
O’er gunships stars fade.
Meat slabs blubber oil scent
Trails death drift for no reason.
Sea snow shepherds ice.
Chasing moon plastic
Earth’s last rites in Armstrong sight;
Anoint grave oceans.
Sea burns angry, just enough
To remind us. Just.
Upon calves cradle,
Would you slaughter your mother
Shoal loving her child?
Breath breezes her heart
In(uit) death shade, vast blue,
O’er gunships stars fade.
Meat slabs blubber oil scent
Trails death drift for no reason.
Sea snow shepherds ice.
Chasing moon plastic
Earth’s last rites in Armstrong sight;
Anoint grave oceans.
#sea
#ignorance
432 reads
1 Comment
ANGER POEM
Published
14th Jun 2020 7:49pm
14th Jun 2020 7:49pm
DROP DEAD
#Morality VIZ
#morality
692 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Jun 2020 10:54pm
12th Jun 2020 10:54pm
Penblwydd Hapus My Love & Other Things
The world will one day fade
Skies be packed away
Assembled in some other universe.
The last bell will clink off a cliff;
Chime (kneeled) knell in cup of sea.
On oak shelves
Libraries will borrow time
From a circle of trees.
In the beginning was all things wood.
It was silence, mountain rain
Siren song timbres, poetry
Which brought us here.
Point on the horizon, so distance
Fathomed unimaginable, until
The sun cut through the ocean.
We sail our ship o’er dry land.
Love wears jewels
Over its...
Skies be packed away
Assembled in some other universe.
The last bell will clink off a cliff;
Chime (kneeled) knell in cup of sea.
On oak shelves
Libraries will borrow time
From a circle of trees.
In the beginning was all things wood.
It was silence, mountain rain
Siren song timbres, poetry
Which brought us here.
Point on the horizon, so distance
Fathomed unimaginable, until
The sun cut through the ocean.
We sail our ship o’er dry land.
Love wears jewels
Over its...
#love
#birthday
#MyInspiration
491 reads
5 Comments
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