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.
SELF POEM
Published
26th Jan 2023 10:39pm
26th Jan 2023 10:39pm
Go f**k Yourself
#anger
#frustration
#SelfReflection #disappointment
#SelfReflection #disappointment
47 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Oct 2022 10:15pm
24th Oct 2022 10:15pm
Say Boo to a Ghost
Well, Say
Bugger Off,
to be more precise.
I dislike the spooky and macabre,
spiritual mystery is more my preference,
- or comedy
a comforting brew given form.
There is already enough horror
and violence
within the human soul
without an excuse to scream
because your life is all too safe and boring.
Cynically
the world keeps getting worse and worse;
so the ghosts and goblins
are becoming parody and panto
amongst a backdrop of true horror;
how to lose your humanity and like it. ...
Bugger Off,
to be more precise.
I dislike the spooky and macabre,
spiritual mystery is more my preference,
- or comedy
a comforting brew given form.
There is already enough horror
and violence
within the human soul
without an excuse to scream
because your life is all too safe and boring.
Cynically
the world keeps getting worse and worse;
so the ghosts and goblins
are becoming parody and panto
amongst a backdrop of true horror;
how to lose your humanity and like it. ...
#anger
#humankind
#fear #horror
#fear #horror
107 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
12th Oct 2022 10:45pm
12th Oct 2022 10:45pm
The spirit is unwilling and the flesh is thin
He feared in time
he would become nothing
but a shadow of himself,
but the empty mirror
said that it was too late already,
thus he found himself fading
because the spirit is unwilling
and the flesh is thin.
But he had blundered back from oblivion many times before...
he would become nothing
but a shadow of himself,
but the empty mirror
said that it was too late already,
thus he found himself fading
because the spirit is unwilling
and the flesh is thin.
But he had blundered back from oblivion many times before...
#identity
143 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
31st Aug 2022 11:04pm
31st Aug 2022 11:04pm
Perchance to dream
It finally dawned on me,
unbidden, unsought
sudden revelation as if the first flowers before Spring.
It is not water, per se,
that makes me a Pisces;
I am no swimmer
and such plain interpretation is not stitched into my soul,
it is sleep and dreams.
For I am most in my element
when half-asleep and daydreaming
where words of wonder cascade into my mind
and play out scripts many will never see,
save for the scribblings I preserve with pen;
a good habit must start sometime.
And I am most inhuman
most...
unbidden, unsought
sudden revelation as if the first flowers before Spring.
It is not water, per se,
that makes me a Pisces;
I am no swimmer
and such plain interpretation is not stitched into my soul,
it is sleep and dreams.
For I am most in my element
when half-asleep and daydreaming
where words of wonder cascade into my mind
and play out scripts many will never see,
save for the scribblings I preserve with pen;
a good habit must start sometime.
And I am most inhuman
most...
#dreams
#sleep
#SelfDiscovery
148 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Aug 2022 10:31pm
29th Aug 2022 10:31pm
Technically an accident
If technology ever does rise,
leading to machine overlords
and state enforced unnatural efficiency
I'll probably end up
unintentionally
crashing their mainframe.
Technology and I are not firm friends
though I do try
to make my machines last,
insert double entendre here.
And some days I wish for the magic
of the elements.
leading to machine overlords
and state enforced unnatural efficiency
I'll probably end up
unintentionally
crashing their mainframe.
Technology and I are not firm friends
though I do try
to make my machines last,
insert double entendre here.
And some days I wish for the magic
of the elements.
#technology
#nature
#fate
127 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Jul 2022 10:30pm
12th Jul 2022 10:30pm
Insert wit and wonder here.
Well sod to sadness
said with a grin,
such is the vigour
and boldness
I feel
always after a cold-addled fugue.
Enough boldness
to smile at the weird world
because there is still joy
to be found
in this mess.
Despite the lamentations
of the media
churning storms in coffee cups.
As if despair is a la mode
and swearing is an acceptable answer,
I always did buck the trend;
today I couldn't give a damn.
said with a grin,
such is the vigour
and boldness
I feel
always after a cold-addled fugue.
Enough boldness
to smile at the weird world
because there is still joy
to be found
in this mess.
Despite the lamentations
of the media
churning storms in coffee cups.
As if despair is a la mode
and swearing is an acceptable answer,
I always did buck the trend;
today I couldn't give a damn.
#happiness
#hope
#PowerOfWords
157 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Jun 2022 8:06pm
28th Jun 2022 8:06pm
Land Of The Fee
Why sure,
have whatever you want
ya'll are free to choose,
just make sure to pay for it all before you leave.
How your ancestors must weep
for when they sold their lives
to keep their neighbours free
and noble was the land,
how truly noble,
that lost land of the free.
have whatever you want
ya'll are free to choose,
just make sure to pay for it all before you leave.
How your ancestors must weep
for when they sold their lives
to keep their neighbours free
and noble was the land,
how truly noble,
that lost land of the free.
#freedom
#consumerism
208 reads
2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
20th Jun 2022 11:56pm
20th Jun 2022 11:56pm
I don't have demons
I don't have demons,
not just because I'm un-religious;
and more, say, Spiritual,
but because
my horned demons
are more like guests and companions.
Things to fill the empty places
during my soul's supper,
or corners for dark conversation
to avoid the silent void
in my heart's party.
Sometimes we play cards
and I call their bluff;
their wagers are useful in filling an age.
Pretty sure one helps my writing.
There is enough angles, demons, rakshasas, and more
to keep things lively
and...
not just because I'm un-religious;
and more, say, Spiritual,
but because
my horned demons
are more like guests and companions.
Things to fill the empty places
during my soul's supper,
or corners for dark conversation
to avoid the silent void
in my heart's party.
Sometimes we play cards
and I call their bluff;
their wagers are useful in filling an age.
Pretty sure one helps my writing.
There is enough angles, demons, rakshasas, and more
to keep things lively
and...
#angels
#spiritual
#SelfReflection #meditation
#SelfReflection #meditation
151 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Jun 2022 11:02pm
16th Jun 2022 11:02pm
And this just fell out of my keyboard
Something inside says I should write.
Maybe something
grand and bombastic
radiant like the sun,
proclaiming my return
from self-imposed exile
Or maybe a rage,
rage against the current world
But I find myself too content to rage
The distanced contentment
of tending a garden in England
while elsewhere in the world scrabble to simply survive
Because fuck it,
my words are garbled
and conveying is so bloody hard,
Just longing for that time when a love
stops me mid-waffle
and says ...
Maybe something
grand and bombastic
radiant like the sun,
proclaiming my return
from self-imposed exile
Or maybe a rage,
rage against the current world
But I find myself too content to rage
The distanced contentment
of tending a garden in England
while elsewhere in the world scrabble to simply survive
Because fuck it,
my words are garbled
and conveying is so bloody hard,
Just longing for that time when a love
stops me mid-waffle
and says ...
#sadness
#earth
#wisdom
#tea
#emotions
226 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th May 2022 7:54pm
24th May 2022 7:54pm
Silence and a blank page
If you are fortunate enough,
without cares
without bills
without heartache
without stress
without pressing needs,
you may find that as a poet
you have nothing to rage at.
and despite the world outside
things are going pretty well
And you are fortunate enough
to have nothing before you
but for,
silence and a blank page.
without cares
without bills
without heartache
without stress
without pressing needs,
you may find that as a poet
you have nothing to rage at.
and despite the world outside
things are going pretty well
And you are fortunate enough
to have nothing before you
but for,
silence and a blank page.
#emptiness
#meditation
226 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
19th May 2022 10:35pm
19th May 2022 10:35pm
Old Soul
Recently stumbled across a song,
always late to the trend.
And the meme snippet with it.
Adoring 'Misery' by Maroon 5
with the ironic upbeat tempo.
I abhor
'CPR'
with its irritating
sucking sound
and offensive overt language.
And no,
art doesn't always have to provoke;
too much hate in the world already
to justify crap
and other rubbish
of art for an arsehole's sake of a pay-check.
Recently started watching
'The adventures of Sherlock Holmes'
with Jeremy Brett
as the titular...
always late to the trend.
And the meme snippet with it.
Adoring 'Misery' by Maroon 5
with the ironic upbeat tempo.
I abhor
'CPR'
with its irritating
sucking sound
and offensive overt language.
And no,
art doesn't always have to provoke;
too much hate in the world already
to justify crap
and other rubbish
of art for an arsehole's sake of a pay-check.
Recently started watching
'The adventures of Sherlock Holmes'
with Jeremy Brett
as the titular...
#identity
#SelfReflection
142 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
18th May 2022 10:41pm
18th May 2022 10:41pm
My Whimsy
A twinkling smile
with a galaxy of suggestions
below a half-cocked
bushy eyebrow.
The wizard-sorcerer
can barely speak a full sentence
without re-iteration.
And yet
he exudes an air
of warmth,
and there is magic in the metaphors.
with a galaxy of suggestions
below a half-cocked
bushy eyebrow.
The wizard-sorcerer
can barely speak a full sentence
without re-iteration.
And yet
he exudes an air
of warmth,
and there is magic in the metaphors.
#magic
#emotions
184 reads
2 Comments
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