Submissions by Strangeways_Rob
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
The son and heir of nothing in particular
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
396 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
321 reads
1 Comment
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
347 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
412 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
365 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
422 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
440 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
367 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
410 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
548 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
442 reads
7 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd May 2020 10:08pm
2nd May 2020 10:08pm
Paper Moon Notes #1
# vissy
#love
#freedom
419 reads
7 Comments
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