Submissions by Viddax (Lord Viddax)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
In my spare time I have been known to end pointless threads with a quick kill. And rarer than that is when I write poetry.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Apr 2024 7:25pm
30th Apr 2024 7:25pm
And Finished - NaPoWriMo 30
Upon reaching journey's end,
no sense of exhaustion or over exertion,
instead
Mild surprise at the distance travelled
and creeping realisation that
the finish line has been reached
with no need
to keep the pace any longer,
with idle thoughts
of what to do next
at a more leisurely speed
but this time
without the need for marked progress.
no sense of exhaustion or over exertion,
instead
Mild surprise at the distance travelled
and creeping realisation that
the finish line has been reached
with no need
to keep the pace any longer,
with idle thoughts
of what to do next
at a more leisurely speed
but this time
without the need for marked progress.
#LifeCycle
#NaPoWriMo2024
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Apr 2024 10:52pm
29th Apr 2024 10:52pm
Rhyme and no punishment - NaPoWriMo 29
If you've got the rhyme
I've got a pun-ishment
for the word crime,
a little lyrical larceny like
borrowing a syllable or two
with tread oh so catlike,
steal some semblance
reappropriated on credit
to forge resemblance,
For if you've got the time
to indulge in a little act
of a linguistic word crime,
and other such misdemeanours
acquiring at four note discount
taking the meter to the cleaners.
I've got a pun-ishment
for the word crime,
a little lyrical larceny like
borrowing a syllable or two
with tread oh so catlike,
steal some semblance
reappropriated on credit
to forge resemblance,
For if you've got the time
to indulge in a little act
of a linguistic word crime,
and other such misdemeanours
acquiring at four note discount
taking the meter to the cleaners.
#NaPoWriMo2024
#rhyming
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Apr 2024 10:56pm
28th Apr 2024 10:56pm
Diem - NaPoWriMo 28
When a day starts
it is unknown for all of us
how it may play out
For when we rouse from that slumber
whether it is in the radiant light of the Sun
or sheltered in night's embrace
What wonders will come?
Yet with an open heart
each day breaks through
as a herald of
opportunity and occasions
from within the chaos that is life.
it is unknown for all of us
how it may play out
For when we rouse from that slumber
whether it is in the radiant light of the Sun
or sheltered in night's embrace
What wonders will come?
Yet with an open heart
each day breaks through
as a herald of
opportunity and occasions
from within the chaos that is life.
#dawn
#fate
#NaPoWriMo2024
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Apr 2024 9:41pm
27th Apr 2024 9:41pm
The Little Things - NaPoWriMo 27
It is the little things.
I could list them all
but that is not the point;
they are the nameless small miracles
so easily taken for granted each day.
Yet they are the individual blocks
that carve out how a day may be
and how a life can fell,
to form a pyramid towering edifice
that is referred to as 'living'.
The small pinpricks of annoyance
that result in a screaming match,
or the unbidden memory
that speaks of bittersweet past
with gladness to warm a cold heart.
For small does not mean worthless ...
I could list them all
but that is not the point;
they are the nameless small miracles
so easily taken for granted each day.
Yet they are the individual blocks
that carve out how a day may be
and how a life can fell,
to form a pyramid towering edifice
that is referred to as 'living'.
The small pinpricks of annoyance
that result in a screaming match,
or the unbidden memory
that speaks of bittersweet past
with gladness to warm a cold heart.
For small does not mean worthless ...
#LifeCycle
#NaPoWriMo2024
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LOVE POEM
Published
26th Apr 2024 9:54pm
26th Apr 2024 9:54pm
Saying Goodbye - NaPoWriMo 26
Along the shingled beach
past where we had used to walk,
and where I would have been ahead,
now down towards the shore
under a grey
and slightly melancholy sky,
here we each say a few words
I say
"Goodbye Grandma"
but hope she'll always be with me,
towards the incoming waves
to let the sea claim her ashes
So that she and Grandad
and other now-past-on friends
can all be together,
and in my memory.
past where we had used to walk,
and where I would have been ahead,
now down towards the shore
under a grey
and slightly melancholy sky,
here we each say a few words
I say
"Goodbye Grandma"
but hope she'll always be with me,
towards the incoming waves
to let the sea claim her ashes
So that she and Grandad
and other now-past-on friends
can all be together,
and in my memory.
#death
#grief
#NaPoWriMo2024
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SELF POEM
Published
25th Apr 2024 9:31pm
25th Apr 2024 9:31pm
Dis-communication - NaPoWriMo 25
I have a desire
a need
to have my words speak plainly,
while my writing whirls on wings,
But
there are damnable times
where my words weave metaphors
to an unresponsive crowd
as my writing
sucks and plunges into accursed
mundane boring dirt,
wherein my frustration
at communication
further fans the muse's fire
when I simply want to exact,
and afterwards trying to
put pen to paper
is met by a roadblock and blankness.
That it becomes only time
and sleep bring salvation
to such muddled...
a need
to have my words speak plainly,
while my writing whirls on wings,
But
there are damnable times
where my words weave metaphors
to an unresponsive crowd
as my writing
sucks and plunges into accursed
mundane boring dirt,
wherein my frustration
at communication
further fans the muse's fire
when I simply want to exact,
and afterwards trying to
put pen to paper
is met by a roadblock and blankness.
That it becomes only time
and sleep bring salvation
to such muddled...
#NaPoWriMo2024
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Apr 2024 8:20pm
24th Apr 2024 8:20pm
A Hellhound by any other name - NaPoWriMo 24
What fresh hell is this?
What madness sought this out?
The folly and failure of technology
is in striving to create the impossible
with little to regard
to whether it should be possible.
Robot dogs that carry flamethrowers,
yet another step on the path of dystopia
each step paved with good intentions
and gilded by profit margins
to a new horrible hell on earth.
What madness sought this out?
The folly and failure of technology
is in striving to create the impossible
with little to regard
to whether it should be possible.
Robot dogs that carry flamethrowers,
yet another step on the path of dystopia
each step paved with good intentions
and gilded by profit margins
to a new horrible hell on earth.
#NaPoWriMo2024
#scary
#technology
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STORY POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2024 8:36pm
23rd Apr 2024 8:36pm
For ye shall have nought to dread upon the waves - NaPoWriMo 23
She was a behemoth of steel
from her forecastle to the keel
a fighting battleship like no other
born from necessity as mother,
She was
HMS Dreadnought.
Well armed in her vow
and armoured in her bow
she undid two nation's fleet
as all others became obsolete,
She was
HMS Dreadnought.
She changed the face of war
casting opposition to old yore
a revolution upon the sea
heralding a changing decree,
She was
HMS Dreadnought.
from her forecastle to the keel
a fighting battleship like no other
born from necessity as mother,
She was
HMS Dreadnought.
Well armed in her vow
and armoured in her bow
she undid two nation's fleet
as all others became obsolete,
She was
HMS Dreadnought.
She changed the face of war
casting opposition to old yore
a revolution upon the sea
heralding a changing decree,
She was
HMS Dreadnought.
#NaPoWriMo2024
#technology
#war
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Apr 2024 8:20pm
22nd Apr 2024 8:20pm
Artificial Inheritance- NaPoWriMo 22
When they came for the processes
automating into infinity,
I said nothing.
For the machine work will set you free
When they came for the vehicles
self driving onwards into the future,
I said nothing.
For car rides can be done without a care
When they came for the artwork
algorithms melding pictures together,
I said nothing.
For in bulk designs are art for the artist’s sake
When they came for the identities
generating faces to make new actors,
I said nothing.
For all can have the cyberworld as their...
automating into infinity,
I said nothing.
For the machine work will set you free
When they came for the vehicles
self driving onwards into the future,
I said nothing.
For car rides can be done without a care
When they came for the artwork
algorithms melding pictures together,
I said nothing.
For in bulk designs are art for the artist’s sake
When they came for the identities
generating faces to make new actors,
I said nothing.
For all can have the cyberworld as their...
#NaPoWriMo2024
#scifi
#technology
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Apr 2024 8:13pm
21st Apr 2024 8:13pm
Hate the Robotics, Love the Robot - NaPoWriMo 21
It may seem that I hate machines.
The truth is I do not
loathe the robot.
It is simply that technology
can do so much
but all too often
it is just mush
and overly complicated fuss.
Where the computer says 'no'
because the logic gates say so
but common sense
and human lateral thinking
speak otherwise
and have to resort to
bawl and shouting out of frustration
for the machine has no mind
to be swayed or changed,
Only slavery to commands
to be pitied
because the machine isn't...
The truth is I do not
loathe the robot.
It is simply that technology
can do so much
but all too often
it is just mush
and overly complicated fuss.
Where the computer says 'no'
because the logic gates say so
but common sense
and human lateral thinking
speak otherwise
and have to resort to
bawl and shouting out of frustration
for the machine has no mind
to be swayed or changed,
Only slavery to commands
to be pitied
because the machine isn't...
#dreams
#NaPoWriMo2024
#technology
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Apr 2024 9:10pm
20th Apr 2024 9:10pm
Murder most morish - NaPoWriMo 20
Watching episodes
of murder mysteries gone by,
such as Cadfael and Agatha Christie's Poirot.
Times of a slower pace
still assaulted
by the brutality of the animal within,
but less obsessive fascination
with showing the gory details
and wanton darkness.
With scenes of the past sensibly lit
without the modern pervading dimness
that shows naught;
the attempted 'mystery'
of what the hell is happening on screen
bludgeoning supposed suspense.
Nostalgia
may be the prime suspect
to much of this, ...
of murder mysteries gone by,
such as Cadfael and Agatha Christie's Poirot.
Times of a slower pace
still assaulted
by the brutality of the animal within,
but less obsessive fascination
with showing the gory details
and wanton darkness.
With scenes of the past sensibly lit
without the modern pervading dimness
that shows naught;
the attempted 'mystery'
of what the hell is happening on screen
bludgeoning supposed suspense.
Nostalgia
may be the prime suspect
to much of this, ...
#memories
#murder
#NaPoWriMo2024
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SELF POEM
Published
19th Apr 2024 7:12pm
19th Apr 2024 7:12pm
Ticket Number 984533572 - NaPoWriMo 19
What a waste of time.
So much of what I do,
seems just that.
As though counting in chalk
before the rain inevitably comes;
Or as though stuck waiting
anticipating that there is something
beyond this holding-pen waiting room
yet beyond the threshold
is yet another queue,
and not the polite queue mind you.
And yet,
such lingering moments
would be a joyful eternity
if they were shared with someone
as alone can feel like forever
especially if together seems never.
So much of what I do,
seems just that.
As though counting in chalk
before the rain inevitably comes;
Or as though stuck waiting
anticipating that there is something
beyond this holding-pen waiting room
yet beyond the threshold
is yet another queue,
and not the polite queue mind you.
And yet,
such lingering moments
would be a joyful eternity
if they were shared with someone
as alone can feel like forever
especially if together seems never.
#loneliness
#NaPoWriMo2024
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