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
1st Nov 2019 10:12pm
1st Nov 2019 10:12pm
Ghosts of Seasoned Pasts
Seems only yesterday
they were about
with a ghostly chill in the bones,
but today we've buried them
in favour of songs set
to feel you with warmth
against a frigid backdrop.
Frankly I never cared
that much for Halloween
but now that there are
Christmas songs
on the radio already,
seems nothing is Hallowed
and sacred anymore:
Bah Bloody Humbug!
Roll on St. Davids day,
at least that happens
without much commercial fuss...
they were about
with a ghostly chill in the bones,
but today we've buried them
in favour of songs set
to feel you with warmth
against a frigid backdrop.
Frankly I never cared
that much for Halloween
but now that there are
Christmas songs
on the radio already,
seems nothing is Hallowed
and sacred anymore:
Bah Bloody Humbug!
Roll on St. Davids day,
at least that happens
without much commercial fuss...
#Halloween
#Christmas
#holiday
#religion
#TruthOfLife
56 reads
11 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
2nd Oct 2019 10:03pm
2nd Oct 2019 10:03pm
I shall swim through sand
I shall swim through sand,
leave all sensible problems behind
and just proceed stroke by stroke
as the sandwakes sighs in soft susurrations.
Let the Sun bless me
as arms slowly but purposefully
make wide rotations
churning through the dusty dunes
like orbiting planets
languidly spinning in infinity's serenity.
Let me lose myself
to the eternal expanse
transcending the senses
synchronised with a higher tune
that reverberates across all and the void;
the momentary now becomes
submissive to the displacing motion. ...
leave all sensible problems behind
and just proceed stroke by stroke
as the sandwakes sighs in soft susurrations.
Let the Sun bless me
as arms slowly but purposefully
make wide rotations
churning through the dusty dunes
like orbiting planets
languidly spinning in infinity's serenity.
Let me lose myself
to the eternal expanse
transcending the senses
synchronised with a higher tune
that reverberates across all and the void;
the momentary now becomes
submissive to the displacing motion. ...
#dreams
#beach
#nature #travel
#nature #travel
99 reads
11 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
29th Aug 2019 10:20pm
29th Aug 2019 10:20pm
Sought sound
I seek a sound to convey mood
or to shake current stupor by adjustment,
I seek to be transported and changed
an inner metamorphosis enacted
in order to achieve inner equilibrium,
yet present attempts are in vain
and the conjunction between sound and thought
is as yet unaccomplished,
perpetuating the ill humour
until a sudden change when least expected
will adjust all so as to become harmonious:
the desired alteration appearing close
although only accomplished when felt, not heard
the reverberations transcending the material; ...
or to shake current stupor by adjustment,
I seek to be transported and changed
an inner metamorphosis enacted
in order to achieve inner equilibrium,
yet present attempts are in vain
and the conjunction between sound and thought
is as yet unaccomplished,
perpetuating the ill humour
until a sudden change when least expected
will adjust all so as to become harmonious:
the desired alteration appearing close
although only accomplished when felt, not heard
the reverberations transcending the material; ...
#music
#NaPoWriMo2019
138 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Aug 2019 10:18pm
29th Aug 2019 10:18pm
Silent as the Grave
Been a while since I
penned a poem,
but what with all that goes on
in the world,
its nice when people can be quiet
for a while
and just get along,
Instead of making so much noise
to drown out the fear
of being as
silent as the grave,
while a quiet life is all that anyone really wants;
the path of dependable demure diligence
has many beautiful leaves left in its wake.
penned a poem,
but what with all that goes on
in the world,
its nice when people can be quiet
for a while
and just get along,
Instead of making so much noise
to drown out the fear
of being as
silent as the grave,
while a quiet life is all that anyone really wants;
the path of dependable demure diligence
has many beautiful leaves left in its wake.
#death
#silence
#peace
109 reads
6 Comments
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
185 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
176 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
138 reads
10 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
184 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
190 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
83 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
167 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
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8 Comments
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