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
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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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SELF POEM
Published
16th May 2022 10:46pm
16th May 2022 10:46pm
And other cards
The type
to play solitaire
with tarot cards,
not out of spite
or to make a statement,
but just was dealt a
'unique' hand in appearance
and decided one day
to roll with it.
to play solitaire
with tarot cards,
not out of spite
or to make a statement,
but just was dealt a
'unique' hand in appearance
and decided one day
to roll with it.
#identity
#fate
95 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
2nd May 2022 11:01pm
2nd May 2022 11:01pm
No object I
I'm not sure which bothers me more,
that my poetry
isn't that great
or that poetry
isn't written about me.
I think upon this with overly cooled temper.
Being so self-absorbed
and narcissistic ,
means I can at least
write about myself
if nothing else.
Still,
loves requires
a little give and take,
I hear,
from my solitary spot in the sandpit.
that my poetry
isn't that great
or that poetry
isn't written about me.
I think upon this with overly cooled temper.
Being so self-absorbed
and narcissistic ,
means I can at least
write about myself
if nothing else.
Still,
loves requires
a little give and take,
I hear,
from my solitary spot in the sandpit.
#WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st May 2022 10:20pm
1st May 2022 10:20pm
Something
Is better than nothing,
and that's all
we can hope for
at least?
Or maybe there is more,
something doesn't have to be enough.
Because whatever the roll of fate
we can say bugger that;
I'm playing a different game.
and that's all
we can hope for
at least?
Or maybe there is more,
something doesn't have to be enough.
Because whatever the roll of fate
we can say bugger that;
I'm playing a different game.
#fate
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