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.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Jun 2019 1:07am
18th Jun 2019 1:07am
Clouds of Melancholy
Its not the rain that is English melancholy and depression;
we are too subtle to use that,
such obvious bombast best suits Hollywood
and America with its boldness to do and go,
while we,
the English
take our time
lingering in our approach;
for we are the clouds
innocuous in our outward manner
but herald hidden storms,
raging with monstrous thunder
as a bolt breaks what holds our world together,
before returning to uneasy calm
where the sun shines on our backside
mocking our plans and daily lives
until we can take...
we are too subtle to use that,
such obvious bombast best suits Hollywood
and America with its boldness to do and go,
while we,
the English
take our time
lingering in our approach;
for we are the clouds
innocuous in our outward manner
but herald hidden storms,
raging with monstrous thunder
as a bolt breaks what holds our world together,
before returning to uneasy calm
where the sun shines on our backside
mocking our plans and daily lives
until we can take...
#depression
#sun
#clouds #Britain
#clouds #Britain
48 reads
11 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
31st May 2019 10:42pm
31st May 2019 10:42pm
Bit of a Prick
Thought about what I was today,
tried to look deep into my soul
but a prick was standing in the way;
all upbeat grins and energy
spouting references
with an all too sunny disposition
that shines blindingly bright out of that arse
-wholly blind to sorrow or depth
with far too much quirky quips.
That surely is not me, is it?
I never thought I would become
something like that,
and I suppose it is better than nothing at all,
but it is horrible to seek to dig deep
only to be able to scratch the surface of the soul:...
tried to look deep into my soul
but a prick was standing in the way;
all upbeat grins and energy
spouting references
with an all too sunny disposition
that shines blindingly bright out of that arse
-wholly blind to sorrow or depth
with far too much quirky quips.
That surely is not me, is it?
I never thought I would become
something like that,
and I suppose it is better than nothing at all,
but it is horrible to seek to dig deep
only to be able to scratch the surface of the soul:...
#identity
#confessional
#myself #SelfReflection
#myself #SelfReflection
80 reads
7 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
22nd May 2019 10:54pm
22nd May 2019 10:54pm
The age of Innocence
Seems the older I get
the younger I feel
compared to others,
so that I am nothing
but a small child
looking up at things
with virgin eyes
and an empty head
that does not know how,
filled only with roiling waves
that bring in muddled dreams
and clouds the real world
so that I blunder onwards
just out of reach of a hand that guides.
the younger I feel
compared to others,
so that I am nothing
but a small child
looking up at things
with virgin eyes
and an empty head
that does not know how,
filled only with roiling waves
that bring in muddled dreams
and clouds the real world
so that I blunder onwards
just out of reach of a hand that guides.
#learning
#aging
#FeelingLost
60 reads
9 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
16th May 2019 6:40pm
16th May 2019 6:40pm
A feathered visitor
The grass had been cut,
the daisies had their heads lopped off
but were not defeated
and would be back in time,
The bold breeze had died down
giving way to warm sunshine
a truly pleasant Summers day,
While I went about rolling up the lawnmower's cable
a Robin Redbreast flitted by to land on the newly cut lawn
all was still and peaceful
only the soft murmurings of life in the background;
I looked at the robin
and felt nothing
except than the simple serenity of a job well done
and the slightly buoyed up mood ...
the daisies had their heads lopped off
but were not defeated
and would be back in time,
The bold breeze had died down
giving way to warm sunshine
a truly pleasant Summers day,
While I went about rolling up the lawnmower's cable
a Robin Redbreast flitted by to land on the newly cut lawn
all was still and peaceful
only the soft murmurings of life in the background;
I looked at the robin
and felt nothing
except than the simple serenity of a job well done
and the slightly buoyed up mood ...
#animals
#birds
#nature #fate
#nature #fate
99 reads
10 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
30th Apr 2019 5:18pm
30th Apr 2019 5:18pm
Retrospect
The competition is over
the laborious marathon ended
and yet,
I do not feel satisfied:
thirty days worth
but only lengthy pieces to show for it
imperfect ramblings
masquerading as 'poetry' and 'poems'
these hideous verses
all the worse for wear
having reached arbitrary assigned numbers
with about as much art as an artichoke.
Then someone said some very wise words:
"It's to show you that you can write regardless",
this means I have a body of month's work
with which to resculpt and redefine as wanted,
but more than...
the laborious marathon ended
and yet,
I do not feel satisfied:
thirty days worth
but only lengthy pieces to show for it
imperfect ramblings
masquerading as 'poetry' and 'poems'
these hideous verses
all the worse for wear
having reached arbitrary assigned numbers
with about as much art as an artichoke.
Then someone said some very wise words:
"It's to show you that you can write regardless",
this means I have a body of month's work
with which to resculpt and redefine as wanted,
but more than...
#confessional
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry #NaPoWriMo2019
#WritingPoetry #NaPoWriMo2019
93 reads
16 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Apr 2019 5:16pm
30th Apr 2019 5:16pm
Worm Work
I wake up early in the morning
but after the birds have started twittering;
I don't wake up that early
as that is unhealthy
- the early bird gets the worm,
I have a quick breakfast
of some sustenance
and mug of mud to wash it down
then suit up so I am well suited for my job,
before I leave my little piece of land I call home
to join in the everyday rat race
where I take the underground
to then go about my work
just like everyone else around me;
to even the eagle eyed
I am just another worm and lowlife
hardly of...
but after the birds have started twittering;
I don't wake up that early
as that is unhealthy
- the early bird gets the worm,
I have a quick breakfast
of some sustenance
and mug of mud to wash it down
then suit up so I am well suited for my job,
before I leave my little piece of land I call home
to join in the everyday rat race
where I take the underground
to then go about my work
just like everyone else around me;
to even the eagle eyed
I am just another worm and lowlife
hardly of...
#TruthOfLife
#NaPoWriMo2019
37 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Apr 2019 5:14pm
29th Apr 2019 5:14pm
Some say....
Some say that he has no idea of meter
and that he only thinks in haikus
that his hearts ticks like a typewriter
and he writes only using alphabetti spaghetti
and can write a seven volume anthology in one hour,
Some say that he has no passport
and is the true emperor of America
that he actually is the writer behind all vampire fanfiction
and his house is made entirely of signed first editions
and his tongue is inscribed with every limerick,
Some say he knows every past particle through marriage
and his favourite novel is Hemmingway's...
and that he only thinks in haikus
that his hearts ticks like a typewriter
and he writes only using alphabetti spaghetti
and can write a seven volume anthology in one hour,
Some say that he has no passport
and is the true emperor of America
that he actually is the writer behind all vampire fanfiction
and his house is made entirely of signed first editions
and his tongue is inscribed with every limerick,
Some say he knows every past particle through marriage
and his favourite novel is Hemmingway's...
#NaPoWriMo2019
78 reads
9 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
28th Apr 2019 7:29pm
28th Apr 2019 7:29pm
Prompt or (bus)t
Who fancies going for a wild ride
the journey will be a scream
no let up no matter who cried
this is real and not a dream;
the route shall be a blast
and keep the wicked writing up
or this will be the very last
as it will blow if there is any letup,
try yourself and have a go
it's not that hard at all
quite easy when you know
how to make any scrawl,
best keep trying anyway
as you have no choice
its rigged to blow anyday
best preserve your voice,
all I ask if but a prompt or two
finding inspiration is so hard ...
the journey will be a scream
no let up no matter who cried
this is real and not a dream;
the route shall be a blast
and keep the wicked writing up
or this will be the very last
as it will blow if there is any letup,
try yourself and have a go
it's not that hard at all
quite easy when you know
how to make any scrawl,
best keep trying anyway
as you have no choice
its rigged to blow anyday
best preserve your voice,
all I ask if but a prompt or two
finding inspiration is so hard ...
#violence
#WritersBlock
#NaPoWriMo2019
71 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Apr 2019 9:11pm
27th Apr 2019 9:11pm
Sand Seeking
Stumbling, staggering
ever onwards on endless sand
an infinite stretching sea of sand
as far as the eye can see,
sand, always sand,
a detestable desert
where wearied walks
make little footprints
in the sand,
travellers seeking a hand
upon the desiccated sand
a hand in inspiration,
dried up and dried out
of ideas
no new pieces
so no new peace
upon the hot sand,
enough to drive anyone mad,
sand, sand, as far as the eye can see;
seek and ye shall find,
sand and signs
empty lands for empty...
ever onwards on endless sand
an infinite stretching sea of sand
as far as the eye can see,
sand, always sand,
a detestable desert
where wearied walks
make little footprints
in the sand,
travellers seeking a hand
upon the desiccated sand
a hand in inspiration,
dried up and dried out
of ideas
no new pieces
so no new peace
upon the hot sand,
enough to drive anyone mad,
sand, sand, as far as the eye can see;
seek and ye shall find,
sand and signs
empty lands for empty...
#WritersBlock
#desert
#NaPoWriMo2019
58 reads
2 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
26th Apr 2019 8:59pm
26th Apr 2019 8:59pm
War of the Wrigglers
Hark and hear the absurd proclamation of a terrible tyrant
the Lord of Slugs
who with envious eyes has declared all of Deep Underground
are to be his dominion,
another diamond to add to his under empire
where the enslaved will toil to harvest soil
so that all becomes base and broken
and as impotent as he is,
the virility around offends his sight
and must be brought to heel
in order to satisfy his tyrannical demands
for this so called lord
is naught but a greedy parasite
who feeds upon the labours of others
plagiarising...
the Lord of Slugs
who with envious eyes has declared all of Deep Underground
are to be his dominion,
another diamond to add to his under empire
where the enslaved will toil to harvest soil
so that all becomes base and broken
and as impotent as he is,
the virility around offends his sight
and must be brought to heel
in order to satisfy his tyrannical demands
for this so called lord
is naught but a greedy parasite
who feeds upon the labours of others
plagiarising...
#war
#CallToAction
#NaPoWriMo2019
63 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Apr 2019 8:34pm
25th Apr 2019 8:34pm
Dead Language
Dear reader I bring sad tidings,
as the future holds not hope
but the death of taste and art
where the vox populi
continuously murder language
each lazy shortcut
yet another knife into the noble body
that was once revered and worshipped
but will fall
to be trampled and besmirched underfoot
lying unheeded and hidden
beneath the ugly sounds
that blanket the land
a foul pox spread from one to another,
this accursed miasma
so entwined within the general populace
that to be without its insidious taint
to be...
as the future holds not hope
but the death of taste and art
where the vox populi
continuously murder language
each lazy shortcut
yet another knife into the noble body
that was once revered and worshipped
but will fall
to be trampled and besmirched underfoot
lying unheeded and hidden
beneath the ugly sounds
that blanket the land
a foul pox spread from one to another,
this accursed miasma
so entwined within the general populace
that to be without its insidious taint
to be...
#PowerOfWords
#NaPoWriMo2019
75 reads
7 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Apr 2019 3:00pm
25th Apr 2019 3:00pm
Fair seas and dread naught
Fair seas and dread naught
but the devastating strike of God.
May the first blood be drawn
by the die hard and unsinkable and fireproof.
May there be a clear sky
for the proud solo warrior
whose close quarters expertise
will see their enemy defeated
in a withering hail of fire
and be unto the foe as though
the very kraken was unleashed.
but the devastating strike of God.
May the first blood be drawn
by the die hard and unsinkable and fireproof.
May there be a clear sky
for the proud solo warrior
whose close quarters expertise
will see their enemy defeated
in a withering hail of fire
and be unto the foe as though
the very kraken was unleashed.
#war
#water
#NaPoWriMo2019
51 reads
4 Comments
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