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.
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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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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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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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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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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Nil Decorum Lingua - NaPoWriMo 18
Upon looking back to the vaunted past
wherein language beheld itself
in a stiffly formal manner
stringent in such chastising structure
to approach a matter by complex manoeuvre
in order to maintain sensibilities.
lest such wording offends.
And then compared
to modern lazy trite
rushing to mere grunts
and primal sounds
so unbothered by form
and just shit scrawls
compared to using a varied palette of the past
May the gods make sure this doesn't last.
wherein language beheld itself
in a stiffly formal manner
stringent in such chastising structure
to approach a matter by complex manoeuvre
in order to maintain sensibilities.
lest such wording offends.
And then compared
to modern lazy trite
rushing to mere grunts
and primal sounds
so unbothered by form
and just shit scrawls
compared to using a varied palette of the past
May the gods make sure this doesn't last.
#NaPoWriMo2024
#PowerOfWords
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Cutting it fine - NaPoWriMo 13
Why exactly do we cut the grass?
This,
and other such musings
run through my head
as I push the lawnmower around.
Doing a two step back shuffle
to avoid cutting the electric cable
and thereby cutting my lifeline.
Well,
it cant be for the earthy smell,
a nicely trimmed lawn looks nice
but it is somewhat short
on the natural enjoyment.
At least it is an excuse
to catch some Sun
and feel like a hard-working manual labourer for once.
This,
and other such musings
run through my head
as I push the lawnmower around.
Doing a two step back shuffle
to avoid cutting the electric cable
and thereby cutting my lifeline.
Well,
it cant be for the earthy smell,
a nicely trimmed lawn looks nice
but it is somewhat short
on the natural enjoyment.
At least it is an excuse
to catch some Sun
and feel like a hard-working manual labourer for once.
#NaPoWriMo2024
#nature
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If found, Goes by the name of wry - NaPoWriMo 17
I have lost my sense of rhyme
have you seen it anywhere?
The light bouncing bundle of joy
riding along each vowel
holding happiness in its caress
the bright side
that is footloose and fancy free
on heels of rapture.
I am sure I had it somewhere
around here
last I looked
but I cannot find it for the
looming clouds
Oh, huzzah
there you are.
have you seen it anywhere?
The light bouncing bundle of joy
riding along each vowel
holding happiness in its caress
the bright side
that is footloose and fancy free
on heels of rapture.
I am sure I had it somewhere
around here
last I looked
but I cannot find it for the
looming clouds
Oh, huzzah
there you are.
#NaPoWriMo2024
#rhyming
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Stained glory: only Mori - NaPoWriMo 16
Who really wins in war?
Who will be left
To raise the proud banners high
as crimson blood of innocent bystanders flows
turning all flags red
now that more, many more
are gone and dead.
The dead care not
for who boldly won
Their tragedy is in being robbed
of a life to see a future
where all is done,
Or at least
until the next time round
around and around
Who it'll hit nobody knows
only that when pettiness grows
soon too the sorrowed blood flows.
Who will be left
To raise the proud banners high
as crimson blood of innocent bystanders flows
turning all flags red
now that more, many more
are gone and dead.
The dead care not
for who boldly won
Their tragedy is in being robbed
of a life to see a future
where all is done,
Or at least
until the next time round
around and around
Who it'll hit nobody knows
only that when pettiness grows
soon too the sorrowed blood flows.
#grief
#war
#death #NaPoWriMo2024
#death #NaPoWriMo2024
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And the next day - NaPoWriMo 15
I did not
want to wake up today,
yet the alarm called anyway
and only so much can be
put off today
before it creeps into being
tomorrow
and the next day
and the next day.
For just as the Sun shines
bright
but a chill hangs in the air,
so too is my mood
happy
but tinged with coldness
as work is too much work
to do today
and the next day
and the next day.
Surely not forever?
want to wake up today,
yet the alarm called anyway
and only so much can be
put off today
before it creeps into being
tomorrow
and the next day
and the next day.
For just as the Sun shines
bright
but a chill hangs in the air,
so too is my mood
happy
but tinged with coldness
as work is too much work
to do today
and the next day
and the next day.
Surely not forever?
#job
#NaPoWriMo2024
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With the flow - NaPoWriMo 14
I do not know what drives me,
I am but a fish
carried by the current
Towards the inevitable waterfall and end
of which no fish knows of the beyond.
Yet despite the torrent around me,
all to often
I appear to be stuck and slow
the lack of progress only punctuated by time
as each moment drops away,
So I am but a fish
in a stream
somewhat awkwardly flailing
in the temporary stream.
I am but a fish
carried by the current
Towards the inevitable waterfall and end
of which no fish knows of the beyond.
Yet despite the torrent around me,
all to often
I appear to be stuck and slow
the lack of progress only punctuated by time
as each moment drops away,
So I am but a fish
in a stream
somewhat awkwardly flailing
in the temporary stream.
#identity
#fish
#NaPoWriMo2024
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M'haps the plague? - NaPoWriMo 12
A little tickle on the tonsils,
a slight dry gust in the mouth,
and a heavy ball in the throat,
Gods I hope its not a blasted cold.
I hope it is just the need
to drink more water
and not pestilence's fetid fingers
tickling in testing out my defences
before squatting
as uninvited pest in my head,
Either way,
Summon the forges for a brew
and raise a mug to good health,
Cheers.
a slight dry gust in the mouth,
and a heavy ball in the throat,
Gods I hope its not a blasted cold.
I hope it is just the need
to drink more water
and not pestilence's fetid fingers
tickling in testing out my defences
before squatting
as uninvited pest in my head,
Either way,
Summon the forges for a brew
and raise a mug to good health,
Cheers.
#anxiety
#illness
#NaPoWriMo2024
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