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
29th Sep 2021 10:15pm
29th Sep 2021 10:15pm
Ghost of a smile
Still here,
living,
even if I had faded from your life.
Ready to greet,
with bemused joy
at life's weirdness.
living,
even if I had faded from your life.
Ready to greet,
with bemused joy
at life's weirdness.
#friendship
#inspirational
#LifeCycle
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ANGER POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2021 9:27pm
23rd Aug 2021 9:27pm
Dissatisfaction
And at times I remember
my hatred for competition,
raging at the state of things.
It summons forth within me
A foul belligerent being
full of unsatisfaction
empty of appreciation.
It gives me strength to live
in defiance of convention.
Until the day when I will dictate fairer terms.
my hatred for competition,
raging at the state of things.
It summons forth within me
A foul belligerent being
full of unsatisfaction
empty of appreciation.
It gives me strength to live
in defiance of convention.
Until the day when I will dictate fairer terms.
#anger
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Apr 2021 11:32pm
30th Apr 2021 11:32pm
Out of place of time
It finally arrived,
and I am greeted
by the two blue wizards
upon a backdrop of blue mountains,
where they are or go
none truly know.
It seems such a shame
to now open it
and spoil it with use,
commit it to the ages;
time has delivered it
time will keep it.
Upon looking
I have the strange sense
that although I see two,
there is only one being
and I have stumbled on a secret
that once may have meant something
but now is only myth and memory.
If only I could convey...
and I am greeted
by the two blue wizards
upon a backdrop of blue mountains,
where they are or go
none truly know.
It seems such a shame
to now open it
and spoil it with use,
commit it to the ages;
time has delivered it
time will keep it.
Upon looking
I have the strange sense
that although I see two,
there is only one being
and I have stumbled on a secret
that once may have meant something
but now is only myth and memory.
If only I could convey...
#fate
#NaPoWriMo2021
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Apr 2021 11:20pm
29th Apr 2021 11:20pm
Word Crafting
I look at words
as tools and materials upon a bench
lifting and holding each
weighing it up in consideration,
testing out the ring
to see if it is sound,
knowing that in that short time
if I find it to my liking,
if it just fits,
then I will definitely use it
somehow;
cobbling others around it
satellites and limbs
for the obsessed heart.
Maybe shelving the others away for another day.
as tools and materials upon a bench
lifting and holding each
weighing it up in consideration,
testing out the ring
to see if it is sound,
knowing that in that short time
if I find it to my liking,
if it just fits,
then I will definitely use it
somehow;
cobbling others around it
satellites and limbs
for the obsessed heart.
Maybe shelving the others away for another day.
#LifeAsAWriter
#NaPoWriMo2021
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
28th Apr 2021 10:04pm
28th Apr 2021 10:04pm
Let It Flow / That Wee Knowledge
What better sense of relief could there be,
than as that
of releasing
a pent up piss?
Sure,
there may be longer moments of rapture
and other times of belly laughter,
but bladder reprieve
is a universal thing.
An emptying of the self
in the moment
and sense of Zen awareness
as you release
and realize
just how pent up
you have been,
and how necessary it is
to let it flow away:
to let it all go.
than as that
of releasing
a pent up piss?
Sure,
there may be longer moments of rapture
and other times of belly laughter,
but bladder reprieve
is a universal thing.
An emptying of the self
in the moment
and sense of Zen awareness
as you release
and realize
just how pent up
you have been,
and how necessary it is
to let it flow away:
to let it all go.
#SelfReflection
#meditation
#NaPoWriMo2021
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Apr 2021 8:27pm
27th Apr 2021 8:27pm
Hollow Metal Memories
I would like to stomp around
in a custom robot:
'mech' is the correct term,
is that too much to ask?
Apparently so;
the Japanese seem to have an affinity for it,
but the complex tactic algorithms
never really did it for me.
And focus on a story can get shot;
I came for the big robots,
not the character development
- the only changes I want
are to armour and arms and colours.
It would seem that tactics
are the fashion now:
shuffling mechs around,
like an overblown three-card Monte,
and I would...
in a custom robot:
'mech' is the correct term,
is that too much to ask?
Apparently so;
the Japanese seem to have an affinity for it,
but the complex tactic algorithms
never really did it for me.
And focus on a story can get shot;
I came for the big robots,
not the character development
- the only changes I want
are to armour and arms and colours.
It would seem that tactics
are the fashion now:
shuffling mechs around,
like an overblown three-card Monte,
and I would...
#nostalgia
#NaPoWriMo2021
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SELF POEM
Published
26th Apr 2021 8:36pm
26th Apr 2021 8:36pm
Frailty
The jarring times of reminder,
of frailty:
and being human
and at the whims of the physical or unknown;
a sudden surging sense
of sickness,
or a detail
momentarily misplaced,
or a movement
that elicits a twinge
without the remembered elasticity.
Though thankfully
these are but mere moments,
with enough vigour
to outrun inevitable atrophy,
only personal frailty
in comparison to others
and not a decline of the self's attributes
yet.
of frailty:
and being human
and at the whims of the physical or unknown;
a sudden surging sense
of sickness,
or a detail
momentarily misplaced,
or a movement
that elicits a twinge
without the remembered elasticity.
Though thankfully
these are but mere moments,
with enough vigour
to outrun inevitable atrophy,
only personal frailty
in comparison to others
and not a decline of the self's attributes
yet.
#NaPoWriMo2021
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Apr 2021 11:37pm
25th Apr 2021 11:37pm
David and Goliath ltd
I always find it interesting
How size sometimes hampers:
That specifically with companies
It is the smaller ones
Or less mainstream
That provide a better quality service or product,
While the larger conglomerates
Have the arrogant audacity to assume
That it is their way or the highway;
That simply by size alone they will survive
Like an obnoxious iceberg in the changing climate.
Then again,
It could just be me projecting myself
And liking the quirky ones rather the biggest ones.
How size sometimes hampers:
That specifically with companies
It is the smaller ones
Or less mainstream
That provide a better quality service or product,
While the larger conglomerates
Have the arrogant audacity to assume
That it is their way or the highway;
That simply by size alone they will survive
Like an obnoxious iceberg in the changing climate.
Then again,
It could just be me projecting myself
And liking the quirky ones rather the biggest ones.
#NaPoWriMo2021
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Apr 2021 8:13pm
24th Apr 2021 8:13pm
Post-Petanque
Well,
today the well is dry.
So I am left scrabbling for words;
it must have been a good day
to have silenced my thoughts so much,
where the usual noise and hubbub
is replaced with tranquillity.
After a day out
to a newly discovered park;
up a steep hill with five benches
to survey the sight below
and the cricket club nearby,
then a game of petanque
while the winds blows
reminding that is a British Spring day.
Then ice cream
or a frozen lemonade-strawberry slurry
as I chose.
today the well is dry.
So I am left scrabbling for words;
it must have been a good day
to have silenced my thoughts so much,
where the usual noise and hubbub
is replaced with tranquillity.
After a day out
to a newly discovered park;
up a steep hill with five benches
to survey the sight below
and the cricket club nearby,
then a game of petanque
while the winds blows
reminding that is a British Spring day.
Then ice cream
or a frozen lemonade-strawberry slurry
as I chose.
#spring
#NaPoWriMo2021
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2021 11:04pm
23rd Apr 2021 11:04pm
Blasted Cheating Computer
Cheating scum that know every exploit,
able to calculate on five different levels
unfair mechanical methods,
answered by rage and passion
that no mere machine
could ever posses or be capable of,
armed with the ultimate move:
to not play,
defying all logic with spite
and mortality
able to just walk away
while the machine sits idling and unnoticed.
able to calculate on five different levels
unfair mechanical methods,
answered by rage and passion
that no mere machine
could ever posses or be capable of,
armed with the ultimate move:
to not play,
defying all logic with spite
and mortality
able to just walk away
while the machine sits idling and unnoticed.
#technology
#humankind
#NaPoWriMo2021
100 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Apr 2021 8:31pm
21st Apr 2021 8:31pm
Miscounsel of Elrond
One ring to rue them all,
one ring to fine them,
one ring to bling them all,
and in the darkness blind them."
So were the words of Ganondorf
wizened and wise in many ways
but he is blind and senile
way past youth and his better days.
Miscounsel words to the council
to the varied assembled races there
who now abstain from gold and wealth
forgo all fashion, they did swear.
Yet without the need for money
the walls broke of doubt or mistrust
they learnt to share with each other
forming an alliance as...
one ring to fine them,
one ring to bling them all,
and in the darkness blind them."
So were the words of Ganondorf
wizened and wise in many ways
but he is blind and senile
way past youth and his better days.
Miscounsel words to the council
to the varied assembled races there
who now abstain from gold and wealth
forgo all fashion, they did swear.
Yet without the need for money
the walls broke of doubt or mistrust
they learnt to share with each other
forming an alliance as...
#fate
#PowerOfWords
#NaPoWriMo2021
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SELF POEM
Published
20th Apr 2021 10:22pm
20th Apr 2021 10:22pm
Fight rather than Flight
The Long Defeat
- Well,
maybe if you didn't retreat so much
from the world,
there would still be a world worth saving.
I never particularly liked the Elves
or Elf-like races,
full of arrogance and superiority
a faded empire
built only on memory.
But I like the Eldar,
but only the warlike Biel-Tan,
who don armour
to become 'aspect warriors'
and give themselves to one aspect of war:
beauty and elegance of violence
driven by a bloody-handed God;
the aggressive warmonger behind the elven facade. ...
- Well,
maybe if you didn't retreat so much
from the world,
there would still be a world worth saving.
I never particularly liked the Elves
or Elf-like races,
full of arrogance and superiority
a faded empire
built only on memory.
But I like the Eldar,
but only the warlike Biel-Tan,
who don armour
to become 'aspect warriors'
and give themselves to one aspect of war:
beauty and elegance of violence
driven by a bloody-handed God;
the aggressive warmonger behind the elven facade. ...
#identity
#SelfReflection
#NaPoWriMo2021
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