Submissions by Strangeways_Rob
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
It takes strength to be gentle and kind
LOVE POEM
Published
7th Jun 2020 9:34pm
7th Jun 2020 9:34pm
the midday sun burns brightest but midnight sun burns longest
Viz
#sun
#universe
#snow
740 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Jun 2020 10:01pm
6th Jun 2020 10:01pm
the weight of water
Descending staircase
Of ocean swell
Over moist tilting stones,
Broken breakers/sea architrave
And banderols of sea weed.
Bible black pearl straddles
Foam fences, we dive for
Plastic relics & fish fillet knives
To slice the beady eyes, which
Have observed land
Thru’ aquatic lens,
Empire’d centuries.
Fountains burst up
To edge of Sirius,
Falling back to earth
With tears like Laika.
We need these
Liquefied eyelids:
Spray from fountain
Mouth of imagination.
*Pic....
Of ocean swell
Over moist tilting stones,
Broken breakers/sea architrave
And banderols of sea weed.
Bible black pearl straddles
Foam fences, we dive for
Plastic relics & fish fillet knives
To slice the beady eyes, which
Have observed land
Thru’ aquatic lens,
Empire’d centuries.
Fountains burst up
To edge of Sirius,
Falling back to earth
With tears like Laika.
We need these
Liquefied eyelids:
Spray from fountain
Mouth of imagination.
*Pic....
#love
#water
#spiritual
395 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Jun 2020 7:42pm
5th Jun 2020 7:42pm
The 7-7-7 Departs At Midnight
When the night wakes inside me
Bones break in saudade lament.
Silence. I become the moon.
Hazed lights spear late evening lounge
Aurora bored > ripped fuselage
Jet streams dazzle departure.
Terminal ill, exit gate,
Taken home in photo frames.
Sepia into day’s dream.
Leave him alone to grieve deep
He had cried “I will die too.”
Blades stalked coffin flowers.
The Last Supper tempera:
Napkin wrapped in wedding ring
Thirty pieced proposal, no!
Taxidermist wrote poems:
War town,...
Bones break in saudade lament.
Silence. I become the moon.
Hazed lights spear late evening lounge
Aurora bored > ripped fuselage
Jet streams dazzle departure.
Terminal ill, exit gate,
Taken home in photo frames.
Sepia into day’s dream.
Leave him alone to grieve deep
He had cried “I will die too.”
Blades stalked coffin flowers.
The Last Supper tempera:
Napkin wrapped in wedding ring
Thirty pieced proposal, no!
Taxidermist wrote poems:
War town,...
#LifeCycle
361 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Jun 2020 11:19pm
3rd Jun 2020 11:19pm
Something Is Squeezing My Skull
Exhumed from dinosaur wombs
We are the closest
Rock to damnation,
Weeping wounds
Of savage(d) Gods.
Fossilised firmament of
Feathered wing tip,
Quill inscribed patterns
Bayonet tapestries:
We repeat desecration, sabotage,
As pigs filing back to abattoir.
Rhapsody of reliquary bleeds
O’er plastic vases and paper plinths,
Urns of rosary beads, rowed
Along sunset kerbs:
Suffer the little orphans.
Thus the night,
Mounts stone bird shoulders
Has come
Ghost mortem,
To mourn her...
We are the closest
Rock to damnation,
Weeping wounds
Of savage(d) Gods.
Fossilised firmament of
Feathered wing tip,
Quill inscribed patterns
Bayonet tapestries:
We repeat desecration, sabotage,
As pigs filing back to abattoir.
Rhapsody of reliquary bleeds
O’er plastic vases and paper plinths,
Urns of rosary beads, rowed
Along sunset kerbs:
Suffer the little orphans.
Thus the night,
Mounts stone bird shoulders
Has come
Ghost mortem,
To mourn her...
#love
#universe
#rebirth #dystopian
#rebirth #dystopian
383 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
1st Jun 2020 11:15pm
1st Jun 2020 11:15pm
one hundred and one
As foundling, unfurnished from birth -
Incubator of little consequence -
Someone left me in an emptying bar
Curtained like wingless flies…
In slips of space temporarily
Air, not glass nor reflective
Rouge of barmaid lipstick.
Voices spoke from shore of other chairs.
Poured warm wine stilled my mouth
The eyes, perhaps, of one burst berry;
A sudden symphony of an often laid
But hey conductor! Never played.
If then was a hook for my hang-ups,
Today is a twin boomed elevation
Above the wheels, beneath bone doors, ...
Incubator of little consequence -
Someone left me in an emptying bar
Curtained like wingless flies…
In slips of space temporarily
Air, not glass nor reflective
Rouge of barmaid lipstick.
Voices spoke from shore of other chairs.
Poured warm wine stilled my mouth
The eyes, perhaps, of one burst berry;
A sudden symphony of an often laid
But hey conductor! Never played.
If then was a hook for my hang-ups,
Today is a twin boomed elevation
Above the wheels, beneath bone doors, ...
#love
#faith
#LifeCycle
356 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
31st May 2020 11:00pm
31st May 2020 11:00pm
Sayonara Clouds & Mekong Whiskey
Saranyu whispered ‘Sayonara’,
Then took dawn train to Kathmandu.
She left me with needle & thread
To sew my love into seams of a
Pillow’ed cumulonimbus, thus
Satnav cloud to trail o’er oceanland
As streamed pearls
Swimming around neck.
No planes in her steaming sky
No moon reflection in heaven river:
Arrows bend back to earth.
In sight, beyond sunset shrouds,
Cadaver fingers trickle midday vapours
Smoking orchards to nicotine yellowed.
Branches beg for fruit to ripen, to unburden
Shoulders of nature,...
Then took dawn train to Kathmandu.
She left me with needle & thread
To sew my love into seams of a
Pillow’ed cumulonimbus, thus
Satnav cloud to trail o’er oceanland
As streamed pearls
Swimming around neck.
No planes in her steaming sky
No moon reflection in heaven river:
Arrows bend back to earth.
In sight, beyond sunset shrouds,
Cadaver fingers trickle midday vapours
Smoking orchards to nicotine yellowed.
Branches beg for fruit to ripen, to unburden
Shoulders of nature,...
#love
#universe
#nature #dialogue
#nature #dialogue
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2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th May 2020 11:49pm
29th May 2020 11:49pm
SUDDENLY
Suddenly you find yourself
Wide open to your absence,
As the empty space in a full bottle.
Vision is mere intention, to
Nurse ailing sun back to health
Sheath a mooned scintilla
Beside pocketful of poetry.
Fibrilla of solitary bereavement
Wreath words unbroken
Around any old oak tree, rooted,
Over cups, carpet, Christ statue, nailed.
This constant solicitude flaunts, in flame
Of gilded street light haze.
At night,
Suffocated by bird, black
Illuminate the skyline artillery
(in a silent news...
Wide open to your absence,
As the empty space in a full bottle.
Vision is mere intention, to
Nurse ailing sun back to health
Sheath a mooned scintilla
Beside pocketful of poetry.
Fibrilla of solitary bereavement
Wreath words unbroken
Around any old oak tree, rooted,
Over cups, carpet, Christ statue, nailed.
This constant solicitude flaunts, in flame
Of gilded street light haze.
At night,
Suffocated by bird, black
Illuminate the skyline artillery
(in a silent news...
#love
#hope
#faith
#dystopian
#pandemic
419 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
27th May 2020 3:40pm
27th May 2020 3:40pm
CARTESIAN SKIN
He collected the dead skin
Of the students he fucked
In a male-order specimen jar,
Spooned bi female forceps.
A priori primed to seduce
Lonely nineteen year old
Fireflies, waiting for the night
To invite passengers to board
The half-past all the way.
He often dreamt of the Berlin Boy
Clandestine skin licks in Stasilands,
Snowed meditations under armed
Arched lights of Oberbaum Bridge,
Sonntagstrasse schnitzel tasted of cock
Feet turned to puddles, soaked groins,
Dialectic of love lust rain:
East met...
Of the students he fucked
In a male-order specimen jar,
Spooned bi female forceps.
A priori primed to seduce
Lonely nineteen year old
Fireflies, waiting for the night
To invite passengers to board
The half-past all the way.
He often dreamt of the Berlin Boy
Clandestine skin licks in Stasilands,
Snowed meditations under armed
Arched lights of Oberbaum Bridge,
Sonntagstrasse schnitzel tasted of cock
Feet turned to puddles, soaked groins,
Dialectic of love lust rain:
East met...
#philosophical
#nonfiction
420 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd May 2020 11:51pm
23rd May 2020 11:51pm
Saturday Morning
Nothing happens,
Only the kettle boiling.
Steaming poetical remains
O’er late morning
Wallpaper tides.
Feel Uma’s voice as first
Snow of a nuclear winter
Flushed against my cheekbone.
Drifting from soapy suds, soliloquy,
Watching seagull guard her nest
Of the most precious,
The voice sings to me in twelve languages.
The cutlery is now pristine.
The furniture sits
In misplaced harmonies,
Valley choir of cloth and wood.
The Smiths poster hangs over
Flag of St David, lightly dusting
Pyres...
Only the kettle boiling.
Steaming poetical remains
O’er late morning
Wallpaper tides.
Feel Uma’s voice as first
Snow of a nuclear winter
Flushed against my cheekbone.
Drifting from soapy suds, soliloquy,
Watching seagull guard her nest
Of the most precious,
The voice sings to me in twelve languages.
The cutlery is now pristine.
The furniture sits
In misplaced harmonies,
Valley choir of cloth and wood.
The Smiths poster hangs over
Flag of St David, lightly dusting
Pyres...
#love
#death
#faith #rebirth
#faith #rebirth
540 reads
3 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
22nd May 2020 1:37pm
22nd May 2020 1:37pm
hospice screams from a nursing home
It's ok.
They are old and
Going to die anyway.
“Love and compassion are necessities, not luxuries. Without them humanity cannot survive.” Dalai Lama
They are old and
Going to die anyway.
“Love and compassion are necessities, not luxuries. Without them humanity cannot survive.” Dalai Lama
#anger
#love
#CallToAction
358 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
21st May 2020 10:28pm
21st May 2020 10:28pm
when the wind wakes the streets
Building red submarine
From plastic furniture
Fathom depths, mermaid smiles,
Chairs of Barbies drowned.
The sun beat down as worn leather, we
Magnified ants to crisp cremation
They prayed for drifting cloud.
Bacon smell of Sunday morning
Clipped heels of weekly worshippers,
Failing to see pavement cracks.
For honour of thee bicycle
Strapped skateboards into sea,
Action was our middle names
Oh man, rusty chains wielded;
Hands the colour of
Suicide-bomber blast.
Once in a house of fire
Charred...
From plastic furniture
Fathom depths, mermaid smiles,
Chairs of Barbies drowned.
The sun beat down as worn leather, we
Magnified ants to crisp cremation
They prayed for drifting cloud.
Bacon smell of Sunday morning
Clipped heels of weekly worshippers,
Failing to see pavement cracks.
For honour of thee bicycle
Strapped skateboards into sea,
Action was our middle names
Oh man, rusty chains wielded;
Hands the colour of
Suicide-bomber blast.
Once in a house of fire
Charred...
#love
#memories
#MyInspiration #LifeCycle
#MyInspiration #LifeCycle
398 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
20th May 2020 8:02pm
20th May 2020 8:02pm
Becoming > Homecoming
They came at night
Out of the flesh
Out of the wound
Out of moon ribs,
Creeping into sleeping mouths.
Sepal slats
Became slut to survival,
Storm’rush thru fragile glass
Would blind the
Hallowed protection.
Underneath ascents of flesh
Skinned alive by instinct,
One thousand trees
May resemble a mountain
Viewed from behind waterfall scree.
Slow encroachment,
Sundawn, path across water
To the forgiving darkness.
Perhaps, we are the
Only tribe on a hill,
A glance, dust on wing:...
Out of the flesh
Out of the wound
Out of moon ribs,
Creeping into sleeping mouths.
Sepal slats
Became slut to survival,
Storm’rush thru fragile glass
Would blind the
Hallowed protection.
Underneath ascents of flesh
Skinned alive by instinct,
One thousand trees
May resemble a mountain
Viewed from behind waterfall scree.
Slow encroachment,
Sundawn, path across water
To the forgiving darkness.
Perhaps, we are the
Only tribe on a hill,
A glance, dust on wing:...
#love
#hope
#faith
323 reads
1 Comment
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