Submissions by Strangeways_Rob
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
The son and heir of nothing in particular
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Apr 2020 11:05pm
16th Apr 2020 11:05pm
the last bottle in the world
After dark,
Painted aquarelle with
Raven feathered brush &
Silvered vodka hue -
A life, stilled in silt.
Hung on string of morning dew
Queued ~
Wed canvas wet to womb’ing sun.
It didn’t surprise me
When the sun never rose.
It began raining
Old wives and walking sticks,
The first to the mill always grinds.
What became of the (un)likely lad
Throwing his tattoos around empty beds?
How could I walk
Into life of another,
When an other
Cut my legs to knees.
Colony of ants dragged me...
Painted aquarelle with
Raven feathered brush &
Silvered vodka hue -
A life, stilled in silt.
Hung on string of morning dew
Queued ~
Wed canvas wet to womb’ing sun.
It didn’t surprise me
When the sun never rose.
It began raining
Old wives and walking sticks,
The first to the mill always grinds.
What became of the (un)likely lad
Throwing his tattoos around empty beds?
How could I walk
Into life of another,
When an other
Cut my legs to knees.
Colony of ants dragged me...
#love
#dreams
#memories #SelfReflection
#memories #SelfReflection
415 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Apr 2020 11:37pm
15th Apr 2020 11:37pm
BE LIKE WATER
My wife and I aren’t one and one. We are two halves that make a whole. You have to apply yourself to be a family. Two halves fitted together are more efficient than either half would be alone.” Bruce Lee
Moonburnt elbow pointing to the sea
He crafts clay spiracles
Spires of butterfly breath -
In deeds of our skin home
We learn to dream of being each other.
Return to sleeper,
Crepuscular creases
Of a chaotic ironed day
Float flint'ed arrow head
Into rain-pain shower.
Night was made for loving:
Chandelier skies...
Moonburnt elbow pointing to the sea
He crafts clay spiracles
Spires of butterfly breath -
In deeds of our skin home
We learn to dream of being each other.
Return to sleeper,
Crepuscular creases
Of a chaotic ironed day
Float flint'ed arrow head
Into rain-pain shower.
Night was made for loving:
Chandelier skies...
#love
#water
#spiritual #PopCulture
#spiritual #PopCulture
427 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Apr 2020 8:20pm
14th Apr 2020 8:20pm
the chances of my house being struck by a meteorite are 1 in 3,921,910,064,328
# STARS
#love
#universe
#redemption
433 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
13th Apr 2020 11:32pm
13th Apr 2020 11:32pm
To(mb) The Lighthouse
Hypnotic push-me pull-me
Of twilight versed tide,
Rocks us, finally,
To delirious slumber.
We stood on the stretch of beach
Where wave does never reach,
Sometimes,
Fog placed ‘Old Rust’ in her pocket
So we drew the ghost instead.
Crayon misted keeper of light
Shuffled, trilby and tweed,
Drowned sailors saluted him.
I tell myself:
The lighthouse has waited for my return,
But merely home for tired sea birds
& nesting long forgotten memories.
\\ perceive all that was me \\
In...
Of twilight versed tide,
Rocks us, finally,
To delirious slumber.
We stood on the stretch of beach
Where wave does never reach,
Sometimes,
Fog placed ‘Old Rust’ in her pocket
So we drew the ghost instead.
Crayon misted keeper of light
Shuffled, trilby and tweed,
Drowned sailors saluted him.
I tell myself:
The lighthouse has waited for my return,
But merely home for tired sea birds
& nesting long forgotten memories.
\\ perceive all that was me \\
In...
#love
#universe
#PowerOfWords #SelfReflection
#PowerOfWords #SelfReflection
396 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Apr 2020 11:30pm
11th Apr 2020 11:30pm
Talking Dirty With Gaia
#Gaia
#love
#earth
#universe #MyInspiration
#universe #MyInspiration
776 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
10th Apr 2020 11:44pm
10th Apr 2020 11:44pm
only my heart is not in isolation
Tracing the burglars’ route:
Oh so quiet streets
Aborted-fucking alleys,
Slumped junkies
Who would inject corona.
Homeless man burns away
The love he ever held for the world
A match strikes a for(f)ever
Midnight of his mind.
The roundabouts
Are empty of traffic.
Some story is closing
Round circular tale,
Eternal serpents
Whisper a doing
That never stops.
The Guardian may merrily say:
We look to graffiti for the
Language we use –
Terry hearts June
Buzzards of sprayed...
Oh so quiet streets
Aborted-fucking alleys,
Slumped junkies
Who would inject corona.
Homeless man burns away
The love he ever held for the world
A match strikes a for(f)ever
Midnight of his mind.
The roundabouts
Are empty of traffic.
Some story is closing
Round circular tale,
Eternal serpents
Whisper a doing
That never stops.
The Guardian may merrily say:
We look to graffiti for the
Language we use –
Terry hearts June
Buzzards of sprayed...
#love
#MyInspiration
391 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
9th Apr 2020 9:58pm
9th Apr 2020 9:58pm
Siesta in the afternoon skin trade
#
#love
#minimalist
436 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
8th Apr 2020 11:40pm
8th Apr 2020 11:40pm
Spoonfuls Of A Pink Moon
Enfolds the day ahead
As stars across marshland
That never takes
Same shape twice.
Fold yourself into me
As blanket
Spread o’er
Cobwebbed field.
Sundawn,
Path across water to the dark hills,
Radial roar, disc pink-spinning
To cut the light.
Sculpted sea shell
With sun laced nacre:
Pink eye ball in basin
Of universal oceans.
Still life of
Five oceans, seven continents
And yet,
So little.
Skied rooms leads...
As stars across marshland
That never takes
Same shape twice.
Fold yourself into me
As blanket
Spread o’er
Cobwebbed field.
Sundawn,
Path across water to the dark hills,
Radial roar, disc pink-spinning
To cut the light.
Sculpted sea shell
With sun laced nacre:
Pink eye ball in basin
Of universal oceans.
Still life of
Five oceans, seven continents
And yet,
So little.
Skied rooms leads...
#love
#moon
#MyInspiration
395 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
8th Apr 2020 00:42am
8th Apr 2020 00:42am
Fragments Of An Ordinary Boy - From Lego to Rubik's Cube
We scattered rose petals
Washed down by the rain
Over rutted ground
Where we were told
Snowy had been laid to rest.
We knew, as children do,
He hadn’t been buried.
Asked elderly neighbour to teach
Me how to smile?
“We smile from here,” she said.
Pointing at her nicotine-stained heart.
Nain looked for images
Of Christ in woodwork.
She found him in wardrobe. ...
Washed down by the rain
Over rutted ground
Where we were told
Snowy had been laid to rest.
We knew, as children do,
He hadn’t been buried.
Asked elderly neighbour to teach
Me how to smile?
“We smile from here,” she said.
Pointing at her nicotine-stained heart.
Nain looked for images
Of Christ in woodwork.
She found him in wardrobe. ...
#love
#memories
#MyInspiration #evolution
#MyInspiration #evolution
468 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Apr 2020 11:51pm
6th Apr 2020 11:51pm
Talking Poetry With Children Of The Rain
Let's escape the past. The past didn't work. All we have is the future, and I'm the one who wrote ‘no future for you.’ Don't let the irony be lost.” John Lydon
i)
There is no butterfly effect
When wings scream clipped.
Waiting for
Sunday morning rain
To grease cracked pavements.
Smell of 10 Woodbines
Sweat from ginnels,
Retreat the pearly dawn drops
Into gutters and hellish drains.
To enchant rows of grey slate rooves.
Pigeons feed on scraps
Of generation memories.
Bellies...
i)
There is no butterfly effect
When wings scream clipped.
Waiting for
Sunday morning rain
To grease cracked pavements.
Smell of 10 Woodbines
Sweat from ginnels,
Retreat the pearly dawn drops
Into gutters and hellish drains.
To enchant rows of grey slate rooves.
Pigeons feed on scraps
Of generation memories.
Bellies...
#love
#nostalgia
#SelfWorth
436 reads
7 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Apr 2020 9:29pm
5th Apr 2020 9:29pm
Standing On The Shoulders Of Icarus
If there are other
Dimensions that
Means we are
Together somewhere
I'd choose you
In any lifetime
Any version of reality.
I'd find you and I'd choose you
The difficulty with prayer
Is exchange of places
Betwixt I and Thou
#ERULGCT #5
Photo. Icarus. Carl Hine 1930. Steel worker seemingly tight-rope walking constructing Empire State Building.
Dimensions that
Means we are
Together somewhere
I'd choose you
In any lifetime
Any version of reality.
I'd find you and I'd choose you
The difficulty with prayer
Is exchange of places
Betwixt I and Thou
#ERULGCT #5
Photo. Icarus. Carl Hine 1930. Steel worker seemingly tight-rope walking constructing Empire State Building.
#love
#evolution
353 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Apr 2020 00:15am
5th Apr 2020 00:15am
The Night Of A Thousand And One Paper Cuts
Imprisoned by your poetry,
(Cell) membrane flayed, flamed
As roses set the frost on fire.
Sonnet’ised stanza
Turns my skin to
A purple love bite.
Breath of my sightations
Moisten her index finger,
In Wo(o)lf waves
Ocean kerb kisses silver froth
Its eternal tide is set to auto-pilot.
We have nothing to wait for:
Only the succulent seduction
In our delicious seclusion.
Tissue’d Titian fibres
Carefully open entry to
Museum of Immaterial Mind:
Rooms one to ten glaze over,
Twelve...
(Cell) membrane flayed, flamed
As roses set the frost on fire.
Sonnet’ised stanza
Turns my skin to
A purple love bite.
Breath of my sightations
Moisten her index finger,
In Wo(o)lf waves
Ocean kerb kisses silver froth
Its eternal tide is set to auto-pilot.
We have nothing to wait for:
Only the succulent seduction
In our delicious seclusion.
Tissue’d Titian fibres
Carefully open entry to
Museum of Immaterial Mind:
Rooms one to ten glaze over,
Twelve...
#love
#humankind
467 reads
5 Comments
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