Submissions by Strangeways_Rob
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
It takes strength to be gentle and kind
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
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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
399 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
11th Apr 2020 11:30pm
11th Apr 2020 11:30pm
Talking Dirty With Gaia
#Gaia
#love
#earth
#universe #MyInspiration
#universe #MyInspiration
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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
395 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
9th Apr 2020 9:58pm
9th Apr 2020 9:58pm
Siesta in the afternoon skin trade
#
#love
#minimalist
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
471 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
4th Apr 2020 00:03am
4th Apr 2020 00:03am
Forever Breathes The Lonely Word
From my Father this strong heart
From Mother the fear
From the soil the rage
From the afternoon storm
(Into which I entered, Stage Left)
The humility, before and after,
Actors circle the backdrop of a new play.
The day’s final breath bathes in
Industrial fumes, diesel, space hubris
Sky dust falls unheralded -
Its regal silence answers the question:
“How can you write poetry in a place like this?”
Are we merely trying to read
The braille of the years between
With stumped fingers?
Desengano drums from a...
From Mother the fear
From the soil the rage
From the afternoon storm
(Into which I entered, Stage Left)
The humility, before and after,
Actors circle the backdrop of a new play.
The day’s final breath bathes in
Industrial fumes, diesel, space hubris
Sky dust falls unheralded -
Its regal silence answers the question:
“How can you write poetry in a place like this?”
Are we merely trying to read
The braille of the years between
With stumped fingers?
Desengano drums from a...
#love
#hope
#universe
#fate
#illness
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3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
1st Apr 2020 10:56pm
1st Apr 2020 10:56pm
Epiphany @ The Village Massala, North Wales, 19/02/19
In the restaurant, alone
An island skirted by cruising waiters
Foot stepping down their personal Nullarbor.
A sense of waste in their walk, but somehow vital
To the passing existence I owe them.
Alone in the restaurant,
Fingers of my folded arms
Strapped, prayed in-perpetuity.
Cutlery, plates, wine bottle
Assembled for (s)played chess.
In the restaurant, alone
The Three Wise Men are framed
By aubergine, spice & solitary thoughts.
Arc of sun shapes o’er ceiling, reminds me
Of Piss Christ, quenching...
An island skirted by cruising waiters
Foot stepping down their personal Nullarbor.
A sense of waste in their walk, but somehow vital
To the passing existence I owe them.
Alone in the restaurant,
Fingers of my folded arms
Strapped, prayed in-perpetuity.
Cutlery, plates, wine bottle
Assembled for (s)played chess.
In the restaurant, alone
The Three Wise Men are framed
By aubergine, spice & solitary thoughts.
Arc of sun shapes o’er ceiling, reminds me
Of Piss Christ, quenching...
#love
#universe
#fate
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4 Comments
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