Submissions by Strangeways_Rob
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
The son and heir of nothing in particular
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Nov 2022 11:58pm
1st Nov 2022 11:58pm
Lost in Translation [ Sayonara Edit ]
INT. HEART FOYER - NIGHT
Hotel corridors thrust strangers to run-a-way
Marital customs are wilful to declare their cargo null and void.
If you loosen seat-beats, you can count the barren fields between you.
CUT TO:
A crowded street.
A beautiful face never to be seen again has looked deeply into your eyes, with some silent or mute message, that you will never be allowed the time or intimacy to understand.
CUT
INT. KARAOKE BAR’BITURATE – NIGHT
When the neon moon is in the Shinano River
Whisky cuts...
Hotel corridors thrust strangers to run-a-way
Marital customs are wilful to declare their cargo null and void.
If you loosen seat-beats, you can count the barren fields between you.
CUT TO:
A crowded street.
A beautiful face never to be seen again has looked deeply into your eyes, with some silent or mute message, that you will never be allowed the time or intimacy to understand.
CUT
INT. KARAOKE BAR’BITURATE – NIGHT
When the neon moon is in the Shinano River
Whisky cuts...
#PopCulture
191 reads
14 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
31st Oct 2022 11:33pm
31st Oct 2022 11:33pm
What Will Survive Of Us Is Love
We burned you into little shells and stars
Melted fingers into perpetual prayer,
Blazed the manuscripts of our library.
In memoriam, set fire to the psalm breeze.
There is no other place where
Their ghosts can ever roam,
Than in our hearts’ mantelpiece.
The hearth will soon be a heath
Where no kites or birds fly.
In the unforgiving space between minds
Guillotined by Alzheimer blades,
Absence anvils the tender hearts:
Each hug is a final hug.
From Dad, the strength and compassion
From Mum, the fear and...
Melted fingers into perpetual prayer,
Blazed the manuscripts of our library.
In memoriam, set fire to the psalm breeze.
There is no other place where
Their ghosts can ever roam,
Than in our hearts’ mantelpiece.
The hearth will soon be a heath
Where no kites or birds fly.
In the unforgiving space between minds
Guillotined by Alzheimer blades,
Absence anvils the tender hearts:
Each hug is a final hug.
From Dad, the strength and compassion
From Mum, the fear and...
#hope
#death
#anniversary #LifeCycle
#anniversary #LifeCycle
233 reads
11 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
29th Oct 2022 11:08am
29th Oct 2022 11:08am
Bouquet of Three Black Roses
BANG BANG we all fall down
BANG! His drunken form swallowed the bedroom. She slunk deep into nest of pillows and duvet. Nightly ritual began. She recoiled at each approaching footstep. He stealthily reached for the gun. He enjoyed her screams and pleas as he pulled trigger. Volley of blanks broke the midnight air.
BANG! Nerves frayed, baby crying, she ate another Valium breakfast. In a cloudy haze she decided. She would swap the blanks for real bullets.
BANG! Sat at the bar, complaining bitterly that the beer was too warm, his mind cranked through devious...
BANG! His drunken form swallowed the bedroom. She slunk deep into nest of pillows and duvet. Nightly ritual began. She recoiled at each approaching footstep. He stealthily reached for the gun. He enjoyed her screams and pleas as he pulled trigger. Volley of blanks broke the midnight air.
BANG! Nerves frayed, baby crying, she ate another Valium breakfast. In a cloudy haze she decided. She would swap the blanks for real bullets.
BANG! Sat at the bar, complaining bitterly that the beer was too warm, his mind cranked through devious...
#unicorns
251 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Oct 2022 11:04pm
27th Oct 2022 11:04pm
rydyn ni'n barod ydych chi?
xcymruvis
#unicorns
204 reads
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Oct 2022 10:40pm
27th Oct 2022 10:40pm
Because the Night Belongs to Lust
Black shirt moon unbuttons
Hooks of the gallows,
Dreamers tighten the noose
Taut is the breath of night-rope walker,
Arched Angels bend arrows towards
Moonbeams,
Quiver o’ mouths
Lip-synch spectral
Voices to split her atom
Guttering flame of red negligee,
Dark roses to midnight burst open
As fireweed splays woodland.
Rhythm-mortis...
Hooks of the gallows,
Dreamers tighten the noose
Taut is the breath of night-rope walker,
Arched Angels bend arrows towards
Moonbeams,
Quiver o’ mouths
Lip-synch spectral
Voices to split her atom
Guttering flame of red negligee,
Dark roses to midnight burst open
As fireweed splays woodland.
Rhythm-mortis...
#unicorns
262 reads
11 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
19th Oct 2022 11:27pm
19th Oct 2022 11:27pm
culled from.....They Shoot Hippies, Don't They?
My career as a Hippie lasted all of one month and a few days (or to be excruciatingly exact, the very moment lice began dancing around my genitals). The Free Love & Peace were remarkably agreeable, but no-one had mentioned the lack of hot water when contracts were signed on back of fag packs. The stale odour in the 60s Camper Van (the 60s of which Century still remains a mystery) were a harbinger to the beckoning hygiene horrors. Open roads and open mind were the mantra as we shuffled towards Shropshire. The stranger’s mouth on my lap dribbled for the whole journey, leaving a wet stain...
#LifeCycle
141 reads
8 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
18th Oct 2022 11:13pm
18th Oct 2022 11:13pm
Closing Time at the Dead End Pub
Laughter howled from the bowels of carpets
Stained, trodden to the bone, unsanitised….
The Landlord played prodigal son to
Infirmed and illegitimate infants.
Salavation Army tambourines trilled
Redemption against a deftly death score,
Lonely leitmotif asked who should I frame this evening?
A sea of cataract stars seemed open to invitation.
Pat returned from the bar
His leg trailed as a girder through sand.
Red eyes met mine in complicit communion
Even the rain is not brave enough to fall in this town ...
Stained, trodden to the bone, unsanitised….
The Landlord played prodigal son to
Infirmed and illegitimate infants.
Salavation Army tambourines trilled
Redemption against a deftly death score,
Lonely leitmotif asked who should I frame this evening?
A sea of cataract stars seemed open to invitation.
Pat returned from the bar
His leg trailed as a girder through sand.
Red eyes met mine in complicit communion
Even the rain is not brave enough to fall in this town ...
#dark
#TruthOfLife
#unicorns
306 reads
13 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
18th Oct 2022 4:05pm
18th Oct 2022 4:05pm
The Ghost Trapped in Time
xghost
#love
#Halloween
#LifeCycle
234 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Oct 2022 2:12pm
16th Oct 2022 2:12pm
The Internet Invented Poetry
Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.” Oscar Wilde
The Libraries are full of luddites
Weeping Wikipedia tears o’er
Keats and Yeats eulogies.
Breaking News on Sky:
Scientists are cloning souls in
Bunkums of human abattoirs.
For a moment, the sky dies.
Spinning blackened skeins on unrequited looms
Sentence is passed on charlatans & grandeurs deluded.
As the webs weave, terminally it seems,
Words are kindled in Sanskrit flames.
In brown rooms, a cursor flenses coward skin.
Steering fantasies...
The Libraries are full of luddites
Weeping Wikipedia tears o’er
Keats and Yeats eulogies.
Breaking News on Sky:
Scientists are cloning souls in
Bunkums of human abattoirs.
For a moment, the sky dies.
Spinning blackened skeins on unrequited looms
Sentence is passed on charlatans & grandeurs deluded.
As the webs weave, terminally it seems,
Words are kindled in Sanskrit flames.
In brown rooms, a cursor flenses coward skin.
Steering fantasies...
#unicorns
196 reads
9 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Oct 2022 6:10pm
15th Oct 2022 6:10pm
His n’ Her Toothbrushes
In minted respiratory,
Their breath as stale
As the love they never make.
The Wedding Planner could have
Designed the Titanic deckchairs,
Three colours wed shred the white.
They dream of sex with strangers, or
Lay awake listening to the voices
Which river run through the vortex
Of dimly lit rooms that house anonymous faces.
Far from closer to each other,
But close enough to call it marriage,
Lost in small spaces, an Alpha centauri
Of unspoken words lodged in key holes.
Pillows are only feathers of no...
Their breath as stale
As the love they never make.
The Wedding Planner could have
Designed the Titanic deckchairs,
Three colours wed shred the white.
They dream of sex with strangers, or
Lay awake listening to the voices
Which river run through the vortex
Of dimly lit rooms that house anonymous faces.
Far from closer to each other,
But close enough to call it marriage,
Lost in small spaces, an Alpha centauri
Of unspoken words lodged in key holes.
Pillows are only feathers of no...
#unicorns
205 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Oct 2022 5:45pm
14th Oct 2022 5:45pm
Shorts from The Dating Agency #1
What She Said
One last affair before the final chill
It won’t kill anyone, will it?
As her gold chain drew tighter around her neck
Negligee still torn from the night before,
She realised, in spite of it all,
It would be the death of her.
A Little Less Conversation
They don’t have conversations, he just listens,
So he blew up a shiny doll and called her Priscilla.
All shook up, he seduced her in his shed
For his life he started singing karaoke.
She found Priscilla one cold morning
And wrote...
One last affair before the final chill
It won’t kill anyone, will it?
As her gold chain drew tighter around her neck
Negligee still torn from the night before,
She realised, in spite of it all,
It would be the death of her.
A Little Less Conversation
They don’t have conversations, he just listens,
So he blew up a shiny doll and called her Priscilla.
All shook up, he seduced her in his shed
For his life he started singing karaoke.
She found Priscilla one cold morning
And wrote...
#unicorns
188 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Oct 2022 9:47pm
12th Oct 2022 9:47pm
Skinhead in Flames
In the future everybody will be world famous for fifteen minutes." Andy Warhol
Cuff-linked to the Bermondsey tapestry
Knuckles dusted by Dickens’ diesel,
On his manor, twilight cackle
Cracked open the pavements.
Lipstick palimpsest on chipped cups
Housewives drinking tea with the taste of Thames,
Love was the shades of counterfeit whiskey.
‘Harmony’ were a folk group from Felixstowe.
His barbarian banquet, served
On platter of hateful platitudes,
Skulled…..his parents sighed
Alas poor Joe, we’ve lost our son.
...
Cuff-linked to the Bermondsey tapestry
Knuckles dusted by Dickens’ diesel,
On his manor, twilight cackle
Cracked open the pavements.
Lipstick palimpsest on chipped cups
Housewives drinking tea with the taste of Thames,
Love was the shades of counterfeit whiskey.
‘Harmony’ were a folk group from Felixstowe.
His barbarian banquet, served
On platter of hateful platitudes,
Skulled…..his parents sighed
Alas poor Joe, we’ve lost our son.
...
#unicorns
163 reads
6 Comments
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