Submissions by Strangeways_Rob
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
It takes strength to be gentle and kind
LOVE POEM
Published
20th May 2020 00:06am
20th May 2020 00:06am
Senyru Grapevines - Parts 37 to 46
Red
Colour of my voice
Last breaths of those sons of soil,
Complete life’s vapours.
Wrathed Grapes
Old animal now
No more runt of the litter;
Wolf in word clothing.
That Was, Because Of Then
Sea ships stones shells swept
Sweeping sandy bays, oyster
Pearls, vodka clamped, drown.
The River Runs Clean
Silent cold of March
Dredged Hell’s ditches, tongue tied tight
Filled mouth with forget.
The Haunted Birdcage
Haunted lake, birdsong, ...
Colour of my voice
Last breaths of those sons of soil,
Complete life’s vapours.
Wrathed Grapes
Old animal now
No more runt of the litter;
Wolf in word clothing.
That Was, Because Of Then
Sea ships stones shells swept
Sweeping sandy bays, oyster
Pearls, vodka clamped, drown.
The River Runs Clean
Silent cold of March
Dredged Hell’s ditches, tongue tied tight
Filled mouth with forget.
The Haunted Birdcage
Haunted lake, birdsong, ...
#love
#hope
#faith
350 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
15th May 2020 10:22pm
15th May 2020 10:22pm
only yesterday, when we were mad
In delirium, et tu brutal,
Woodpecker-jabber of
‘Making houses from horses.’
&
Endless rewording of biography
Of him
Yet,
Not of him.
‘Last night I dreamt I was in Japan. Cauldrons of wayward wind pinned me to pagoda, mountains of inked cherry blossom slit my skin. Woken by the sound of sun thrashing aluminium rooves and fragrance of porcelain bowled shirumono soup. I cradled the bowl and tiger slurped. Wrapped myself in kamikaze kimono and with no thought for the impending mess on the floor, leapt to my death. It was my 25th death of...
Woodpecker-jabber of
‘Making houses from horses.’
&
Endless rewording of biography
Of him
Yet,
Not of him.
‘Last night I dreamt I was in Japan. Cauldrons of wayward wind pinned me to pagoda, mountains of inked cherry blossom slit my skin. Woken by the sound of sun thrashing aluminium rooves and fragrance of porcelain bowled shirumono soup. I cradled the bowl and tiger slurped. Wrapped myself in kamikaze kimono and with no thought for the impending mess on the floor, leapt to my death. It was my 25th death of...
#love
#faith
#fiction #surreal
#fiction #surreal
418 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
15th May 2020 00:07am
15th May 2020 00:07am
Untitled #35
A skype call now would wake you.
Bedside manners of www.sitcom
Family cats stroke covid edges.
Dim the lights a little, gently
Stake my heart to isolated walls.
Blue stars tremble from moonshine
They have seen all this before.
What is there to behold
Other than the naked night?
The child who slept away
Visits when the sky bleeds to
Matchsticks and stanzas,
Even the quiet was screaming.
Sometimes rain creaks thru’ ceiling
Sluices creek from chair to door,
Barefooted, puddles can be deeper ...
Bedside manners of www.sitcom
Family cats stroke covid edges.
Dim the lights a little, gently
Stake my heart to isolated walls.
Blue stars tremble from moonshine
They have seen all this before.
What is there to behold
Other than the naked night?
The child who slept away
Visits when the sky bleeds to
Matchsticks and stanzas,
Even the quiet was screaming.
Sometimes rain creaks thru’ ceiling
Sluices creek from chair to door,
Barefooted, puddles can be deeper ...
#love
#strength
#faith #MyInspiration
#faith #MyInspiration
368 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
13th May 2020 00:09am
13th May 2020 00:09am
the day they tried to drown a nation
Telling stories in language of breath
In the land of thrice told tales
A fourth always comes forth -
Fifth is rooted in
Flesh Stone Tree Flower.
It’s a story which
Need not be told.
In the midst of life we are in dearth…..
Poems submerge the space
Where village life once decanted, as
Spring water bursts from brook.
Stomachs filled with granite nights
Slate lips to slake a thirsting labour;
Ploughed furrows cleaved fields
Over & o’er, comfort lay in ritual seeds
Until ghostly deeds of capitalists ...
In the land of thrice told tales
A fourth always comes forth -
Fifth is rooted in
Flesh Stone Tree Flower.
It’s a story which
Need not be told.
In the midst of life we are in dearth…..
Poems submerge the space
Where village life once decanted, as
Spring water bursts from brook.
Stomachs filled with granite nights
Slate lips to slake a thirsting labour;
Ploughed furrows cleaved fields
Over & o’er, comfort lay in ritual seeds
Until ghostly deeds of capitalists ...
#love
#identity
#culture
428 reads
7 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
11th May 2020 8:10pm
11th May 2020 8:10pm
Burning Diary In A Shipless Ocean
#vizual
#love
#MyInspiration
#historical
445 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
9th May 2020 11:36pm
9th May 2020 11:36pm
Rattle Bag of Senyru Inspired by T S Eliot line
by T S Eliot line "Do I dare disturb the universe? (Prufrock)
Love letter written
Folded deep in tweed pocket
Hung on hook, forever.
Fog swirls in tea cup
Breaks spoon spine, snuffs searching voice
To hide in cutlery tray.
Damp mist shreds beauty
Oh, how skin shows shattered bone:
We give rain to storms.
Aquaphobics dry,
Revulsion of ocean blue
Turn tides off: no fish.
Splash pink on mountain?
Paint washes from porous rocks
Fingernails instead.
Einstein...
Love letter written
Folded deep in tweed pocket
Hung on hook, forever.
Fog swirls in tea cup
Breaks spoon spine, snuffs searching voice
To hide in cutlery tray.
Damp mist shreds beauty
Oh, how skin shows shattered bone:
We give rain to storms.
Aquaphobics dry,
Revulsion of ocean blue
Turn tides off: no fish.
Splash pink on mountain?
Paint washes from porous rocks
Fingernails instead.
Einstein...
#love
#universe
#humankind
370 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
9th May 2020 00:17am
9th May 2020 00:17am
moonlight bathes the seven cathedrals
Suture of granite
Stitch spire to bleached sky,
Cathedral of breaths
Vesper whispers
Rushing into belfry wind
Swept, to drift softly
Settle in dark nave, like snow.
Intimately limned as a sketch
Of Michelangelo on Sistine steps.
Cathedral of poems
Curling, yellowing, words
Made from water and time,
Flowers on the stalk
We hold in marble hands.
Our voices roll over
Mouthfuls of bricks -
This awkward anthology of us
Blisters paint from a clayed narthex,
Blooms as diamonds in our chests ...
Stitch spire to bleached sky,
Cathedral of breaths
Vesper whispers
Rushing into belfry wind
Swept, to drift softly
Settle in dark nave, like snow.
Intimately limned as a sketch
Of Michelangelo on Sistine steps.
Cathedral of poems
Curling, yellowing, words
Made from water and time,
Flowers on the stalk
We hold in marble hands.
Our voices roll over
Mouthfuls of bricks -
This awkward anthology of us
Blisters paint from a clayed narthex,
Blooms as diamonds in our chests ...
#love
#universe
#nature #spiritual
#nature #spiritual
412 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
6th May 2020 10:47pm
6th May 2020 10:47pm
Cockroach Hotel
Left my sleep in hotel room
Inscribed on headboard
With a plastic spoon:
‘Dreams For Rent.’
Dawn sun sluiced,
Slithered as snakes
Seeking solace in pavement crack.
Among street detritus and wrack
The sudden gleam of nacre, inspired
Soft shoe scuttlers to sauté
Into imaginations of the day.
Immaculate the beauty.
Lonely bottles of downtown drunks,
Hung over rails of
Chemical-washed breath:
Lingered as morntide droplets.
Tasted the teeth of my wallowed thirst,
Dreggy dredges of the...
Inscribed on headboard
With a plastic spoon:
‘Dreams For Rent.’
Dawn sun sluiced,
Slithered as snakes
Seeking solace in pavement crack.
Among street detritus and wrack
The sudden gleam of nacre, inspired
Soft shoe scuttlers to sauté
Into imaginations of the day.
Immaculate the beauty.
Lonely bottles of downtown drunks,
Hung over rails of
Chemical-washed breath:
Lingered as morntide droplets.
Tasted the teeth of my wallowed thirst,
Dreggy dredges of the...
#love
#home
#LifeCycle
552 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
3rd May 2020 11:45pm
3rd May 2020 11:45pm
KITES
After the kite carnival
Totems of flight left their parade,
In a fulminant flurry
As if a storm fury
Had broken them.
Air that, all winter, had seemed empty
Filled by spring syringe, breeding colour;
The sky rearranged her furniture
Fastidious and fussy, twilight
Took centre stage on her mantelpiece.
The Boy who had heaved string all day
Sang for his supper by kissing
Gran’s alabaster forehead:
Nectarous, wrinkled, carved
Inflections of toil, trouble & love.
‘Where will Gran go?”
“Beyond the...
Totems of flight left their parade,
In a fulminant flurry
As if a storm fury
Had broken them.
Air that, all winter, had seemed empty
Filled by spring syringe, breeding colour;
The sky rearranged her furniture
Fastidious and fussy, twilight
Took centre stage on her mantelpiece.
The Boy who had heaved string all day
Sang for his supper by kissing
Gran’s alabaster forehead:
Nectarous, wrinkled, carved
Inflections of toil, trouble & love.
‘Where will Gran go?”
“Beyond the...
#love
#family
#sky #fate
#sky #fate
446 reads
7 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd May 2020 10:08pm
2nd May 2020 10:08pm
Paper Moon Notes #1
# vissy
#love
#freedom
421 reads
7 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd May 2020 6:36am
2nd May 2020 6:36am
sing...a...song...of...diamond...dust
# visual
#love
#strength
#inspirational
414 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
30th Apr 2020 11:21pm
30th Apr 2020 11:21pm
Dance Baby, Dance
Guttering flames of scarlet dress
Whip an eastern silk wind, to
Crackle along terrace thighs.
All night
She has come to dance
On my mind balustrade.
Metronome heel clicks
Conversation of fingers
Mute the singers on the street,
After glow of nuclear sun
Blisters feathered wings of moon:
Tenderly she catches them in
Tousled ribbon hair,
Fall and rise of her tango breath.
Wine on my lips vined by
Her strawberry pout,
Twisting hips of swirling waltz(er)
Uncork the wettest fruit.
...
Whip an eastern silk wind, to
Crackle along terrace thighs.
All night
She has come to dance
On my mind balustrade.
Metronome heel clicks
Conversation of fingers
Mute the singers on the street,
After glow of nuclear sun
Blisters feathered wings of moon:
Tenderly she catches them in
Tousled ribbon hair,
Fall and rise of her tango breath.
Wine on my lips vined by
Her strawberry pout,
Twisting hips of swirling waltz(er)
Uncork the wettest fruit.
...
#love
#strength
#dance
392 reads
1 Comment
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