Submissions by Strangeways_Rob
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
The son and heir of nothing in particular
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Jun 2020 10:13pm
9th Jun 2020 10:13pm
DIGGING TIDES
Toil of sun smeared spade,
Forking limbs horizontal to
The hardening earth:
As a gravedigger reluctant, to
Leave further space for the dead.
The old man’s back buckles like
An old iron bridge bearing
Exhaust thrust of lorry pile up.
Age stoops into shed
Struggle to draw cigarette, to
Gates of his putrefied mouth.
Eyes blacker than crow feathers
Butterfly cadaver mascara.
Death at his elbow, vertebra
Valediction ropes
Memory to burnt bridges.
The old man feels fern & roots
Lapping his...
Forking limbs horizontal to
The hardening earth:
As a gravedigger reluctant, to
Leave further space for the dead.
The old man’s back buckles like
An old iron bridge bearing
Exhaust thrust of lorry pile up.
Age stoops into shed
Struggle to draw cigarette, to
Gates of his putrefied mouth.
Eyes blacker than crow feathers
Butterfly cadaver mascara.
Death at his elbow, vertebra
Valediction ropes
Memory to burnt bridges.
The old man feels fern & roots
Lapping his...
#MyInspiration
#nonfiction
426 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
8th Jun 2020 7:54pm
8th Jun 2020 7:54pm
hummingbirds - we will become everything of this
/Viz
#love
#nature
#spiritual
406 reads
0 Comments
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
726 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
393 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
358 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
380 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
354 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
375 reads
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
417 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
418 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
536 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
355 reads
5 Comments
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