Submissions by Strangeways_Rob
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
The son and heir of nothing in particular
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Aug 2022 9:51pm
3rd Aug 2022 9:51pm
The Last Supper in Suburbia
Happy Meal’ for two
Served by an obsequious waitress.
Orders written around her neck.
McAbattoir plastic boxes
Reliquary of ballistics and bone.
Mockingbird crucified
On a white picket fence.
Galleanisti gastronomy,
Da Vinci’s strokes deliquesce
Humility into an avarice canvas.
Disciples would later wear trilbies
Thirty pieces of bitcoin,
Cross splinters sold on e-Bay.
Quietness is coming, its
Certainty is sure.
Old Sparky rode into town.
Vanzetti terminal
In vivisection temple, ...
Served by an obsequious waitress.
Orders written around her neck.
McAbattoir plastic boxes
Reliquary of ballistics and bone.
Mockingbird crucified
On a white picket fence.
Galleanisti gastronomy,
Da Vinci’s strokes deliquesce
Humility into an avarice canvas.
Disciples would later wear trilbies
Thirty pieces of bitcoin,
Cross splinters sold on e-Bay.
Quietness is coming, its
Certainty is sure.
Old Sparky rode into town.
Vanzetti terminal
In vivisection temple, ...
#murder
#art
244 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Aug 2022 7:39pm
1st Aug 2022 7:39pm
Number 12, Montague Terrace
Curse, bless, undress me now
Straddle our sin with vulvar skeins,
Final act, theatre-of-absurd play.
The Caretaker let sanity exit the house;
Cadence of her whispers, inexplicably French,
‘Mademoiselle, the Parisian rivers run filthy.’
Silly notes on edge of my desk
Then she pirouetted
with a naked third finger,
Secretaries guessed the rest.
We never stained the marital bed.
Warmth between her thighs, more
Sour on my tongue than husband’s whiskey.
His mediation candles filled a...
Straddle our sin with vulvar skeins,
Final act, theatre-of-absurd play.
The Caretaker let sanity exit the house;
Cadence of her whispers, inexplicably French,
‘Mademoiselle, the Parisian rivers run filthy.’
Silly notes on edge of my desk
Then she pirouetted
with a naked third finger,
Secretaries guessed the rest.
We never stained the marital bed.
Warmth between her thighs, more
Sour on my tongue than husband’s whiskey.
His mediation candles filled a...
#unicorns
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Jul 2022 4:13pm
26th Jul 2022 4:13pm
‘we are all accomplices in the dream world of the soul’
We could be anywhere by now
The migraine centred
Chaos over memory,
As an owl’s head cranked at 270 degrees,
Only able to look backwards.
We could be anywhere by now
The past pulses like a broken metronome.
Tacet mouth trestles the language on tongues,
Waiting, brooding, to be honestly spoken.
Walking the streets of the homeless world,
Exhausted eyes reflect from boarded-up window.
The dust on my keyboard shines beautifully.
When we reach anywhere
Across the bridges we broke,
Don’t look back...
The migraine centred
Chaos over memory,
As an owl’s head cranked at 270 degrees,
Only able to look backwards.
We could be anywhere by now
The past pulses like a broken metronome.
Tacet mouth trestles the language on tongues,
Waiting, brooding, to be honestly spoken.
Walking the streets of the homeless world,
Exhausted eyes reflect from boarded-up window.
The dust on my keyboard shines beautifully.
When we reach anywhere
Across the bridges we broke,
Don’t look back...
#identity
#home
#LifeCycle
273 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Jul 2022 9:16pm
21st Jul 2022 9:16pm
Dancing with Heraklion Lions
Though my soul may set in darkness,
it will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too fondly
to be fearful of the night.” Sarah Williams
The night decants
Red wine skies from morning breath,
Opera black stillness
Raises from bass depth,
Slowly as a somnolent wreck.
Harbour’s tongue stretch the cracks,
Tides mark the years that have passed
Since the womb became entombed.
There was a tear in his blue eye,
Something religious in the silence.
Alone as the woollen garment in my suitcase,
Lovers’...
it will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too fondly
to be fearful of the night.” Sarah Williams
The night decants
Red wine skies from morning breath,
Opera black stillness
Raises from bass depth,
Slowly as a somnolent wreck.
Harbour’s tongue stretch the cracks,
Tides mark the years that have passed
Since the womb became entombed.
There was a tear in his blue eye,
Something religious in the silence.
Alone as the woollen garment in my suitcase,
Lovers’...
#hope
#death
#LifeCycle
254 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Jul 2022 9:43pm
14th Jul 2022 9:43pm
'old clothes do not make a tortured artist'
Charity shop chic,
Overact, express depression,
Second hand Panama hat - type
Worn by Nazi hunters in South America documentaries.
Are you really wearing a feather boa as a cravat?
Tattoo bruises on your flesh with a fountain pen?
Placed invented skeletons
In an internet cupboard;
When your talent becomes apparent
Uproot coarse bones & tell us
“Your forefathers died for their crimes.”
The inane rhymes you anthologise,
Apologise for the silver spoon
Trembling in your mouth.
Take another line...
Overact, express depression,
Second hand Panama hat - type
Worn by Nazi hunters in South America documentaries.
Are you really wearing a feather boa as a cravat?
Tattoo bruises on your flesh with a fountain pen?
Placed invented skeletons
In an internet cupboard;
When your talent becomes apparent
Uproot coarse bones & tell us
“Your forefathers died for their crimes.”
The inane rhymes you anthologise,
Apologise for the silver spoon
Trembling in your mouth.
Take another line...
#unicorns
323 reads
9 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Jul 2022 10:49pm
5th Jul 2022 10:49pm
Fellini's Strada of Broken Dreams
Fate is all I am.
A post-script left in a taxi,
Unpaid fare to a brief encounter.
Bereaved flowers seek their fallen petals,
Mountains crease behind the crepuscular sun.
Send back the clowns,
For they are not needed now.
Hang all the clowns,
Their painted smiles
Washed away by the rain.
Travellers in the dream trade,
Reality shunts at forty-four frames a second
Like fighters banking in an old war film.
Stage fright, at last in the spotlight,
Cast finally,
As a corpse.
Fade to dark
A post-script left in a taxi,
Unpaid fare to a brief encounter.
Bereaved flowers seek their fallen petals,
Mountains crease behind the crepuscular sun.
Send back the clowns,
For they are not needed now.
Hang all the clowns,
Their painted smiles
Washed away by the rain.
Travellers in the dream trade,
Reality shunts at forty-four frames a second
Like fighters banking in an old war film.
Stage fright, at last in the spotlight,
Cast finally,
As a corpse.
Fade to dark
#dreams
#LifeCycle
#PopCulture #surreal
#PopCulture #surreal
326 reads
4 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
3rd Jul 2022 12:45pm
3rd Jul 2022 12:45pm
Whispers of the Night
Visual2
#dreams
#sleep
#passion
324 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Jun 2022 9:08pm
26th Jun 2022 9:08pm
No Vacancies
Each morning is a Hotel.
Neon-signs chatter an
Electronic pulse of locusts, lost.
Curve of signatures capture
Bends and semi-circles of the day.
In the foyer, crowds of clothes as
Skeins of colourful skins in a washing machine.
Strings of strangers,
Balanced in eternal lifts.
We fall into the day as the
Snow in a shaken globe settling,
Fear is the guts of our abattoir
Turning breath to blood.
Luggage left outside rooms
Will find a way, stealthily sway,
Rest on...
Neon-signs chatter an
Electronic pulse of locusts, lost.
Curve of signatures capture
Bends and semi-circles of the day.
In the foyer, crowds of clothes as
Skeins of colourful skins in a washing machine.
Strings of strangers,
Balanced in eternal lifts.
We fall into the day as the
Snow in a shaken globe settling,
Fear is the guts of our abattoir
Turning breath to blood.
Luggage left outside rooms
Will find a way, stealthily sway,
Rest on...
#LifeCycle
202 reads
3 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2022 8:04pm
22nd Jun 2022 8:04pm
Last Flight of the Ballerina
visual1
#unicorns
254 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Jun 2022 1:25pm
18th Jun 2022 1:25pm
Shake the Vows
A needle pricked seamstress, bored
Stitching buttons on ventriloquist dolls,
Sewed wedding rings to tambourines.
And played a song of freedom
For oppressed housewives, and
Children of the walking dead.
Stitching buttons on ventriloquist dolls,
Sewed wedding rings to tambourines.
And played a song of freedom
For oppressed housewives, and
Children of the walking dead.
#children
#marriage
#oppression #freedom
#oppression #freedom
308 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Jun 2022 9:30pm
16th Jun 2022 9:30pm
Love, a Little Less Lonely
In every heart there is a rope,
Kinder than the guillotine.
Her absence swings as an oil lamp, on
First fishing boat which sat on the harbour.
Old, rusty tankers anchor to the horizon.
Bottles break on jigsaw-pieced shores
Where tousled tides never reach:
Always leaving, never quite returning.
Truth is the simple ache,
We always knew.
Kinder than the guillotine.
Her absence swings as an oil lamp, on
First fishing boat which sat on the harbour.
Old, rusty tankers anchor to the horizon.
Bottles break on jigsaw-pieced shores
Where tousled tides never reach:
Always leaving, never quite returning.
Truth is the simple ache,
We always knew.
#love
#LifeStruggles
#LifeCycle
426 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Jun 2022 9:28pm
8th Jun 2022 9:28pm
Sleeping with Foxes
In the low cut blouse of midnight,
Stripping eaves to their bone
Seeking inspiration in lunge of silence.
An owl’s head revolves around the garden clock,
Her wings harbour time like cars stuck in a traffic jam,
In flight, a compass for rhyme and
Syncopation of sunlight o’er moon.
An empty page sweeps the meadow,
Where unwritten love letters
Change colours through all seasons.
The dustbin rattles
Soft sink of paw:
It is coming.
Amidst covid corpse
And humanity decay
We dream we are the fox and...
Stripping eaves to their bone
Seeking inspiration in lunge of silence.
An owl’s head revolves around the garden clock,
Her wings harbour time like cars stuck in a traffic jam,
In flight, a compass for rhyme and
Syncopation of sunlight o’er moon.
An empty page sweeps the meadow,
Where unwritten love letters
Change colours through all seasons.
The dustbin rattles
Soft sink of paw:
It is coming.
Amidst covid corpse
And humanity decay
We dream we are the fox and...
#WritingPoetry
277 reads
2 Comments
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