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.
DARK POEM
Published
7th Jul 2020 10:30pm
7th Jul 2020 10:30pm
Unrequited / Unerwidert
The superficial smile hides my scars,
stay a bit and die a while,
Though stare at me too deep
or gaze questioningly too long,
And you will see my mean streak
is light years long,
By that time any screams you sound
are simply serenades for my wrathful lust
As I thrust and thrust
choking with the pressing intent,
no matter the dark desires answered
Forever unsatisfied in my soul.
A bitterness to every taste
and for every fresh fetish
boredom breaks an inevitable tide
Until the abyss yawns too wide
And there within ...
stay a bit and die a while,
Though stare at me too deep
or gaze questioningly too long,
And you will see my mean streak
is light years long,
By that time any screams you sound
are simply serenades for my wrathful lust
As I thrust and thrust
choking with the pressing intent,
no matter the dark desires answered
Forever unsatisfied in my soul.
A bitterness to every taste
and for every fresh fetish
boredom breaks an inevitable tide
Until the abyss yawns too wide
And there within ...
#lust
#corruption
#PowerOfWords
44 reads
10 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Jul 2020 11:18pm
2nd Jul 2020 11:18pm
Ennui
That word is a bittersweet pill
to hold all the poison and pain
that comes with depression,
Though I dislike vehemently the actual pronunciation:
'On-wee'.
How despicable!
How French.
How insipid and languid
like a bored wank into oblivion.
What a piss poor passing of a phrase.
I prefer a tragic Greek lilt to it:
'U-noy'
You know that pain: it is universal,
The despair that comes with simply being,
The fading sunset glory of joy
that tinges the skyline of mortality
as it bleeds into oblivion: ...
to hold all the poison and pain
that comes with depression,
Though I dislike vehemently the actual pronunciation:
'On-wee'.
How despicable!
How French.
How insipid and languid
like a bored wank into oblivion.
What a piss poor passing of a phrase.
I prefer a tragic Greek lilt to it:
'U-noy'
You know that pain: it is universal,
The despair that comes with simply being,
The fading sunset glory of joy
that tinges the skyline of mortality
as it bleeds into oblivion: ...
#depression
#PowerOfWords
40 reads
11 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
30th Jun 2020 11:50pm
30th Jun 2020 11:50pm
Not quite Opening Up
Soon, maybe too soon,
more shop floors will thump
to the beat of footsteps again,
and more people will be about and out
maybe even out out with pride,
but while narrow closed minds still exist,
I think I'll prefer to stay inside my own worlds;
it is distanced enough
in time and space from all society,
though there is always enough room
for a special few
and a spot for a close companion.
Though then again,
I always have plenty of obstacles and barriers and masks
to bar any who may have thought to enter...
more shop floors will thump
to the beat of footsteps again,
and more people will be about and out
maybe even out out with pride,
but while narrow closed minds still exist,
I think I'll prefer to stay inside my own worlds;
it is distanced enough
in time and space from all society,
though there is always enough room
for a special few
and a spot for a close companion.
Though then again,
I always have plenty of obstacles and barriers and masks
to bar any who may have thought to enter...
#loneliness
#friendship
#MentalHealth
52 reads
11 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Jun 2020 9:08pm
2nd Jun 2020 9:08pm
Quite a State
No taxation without representation"
And yet 435
is the maximum number
of representatives in
The United States House of Representatives,
while jolly old England
at 1/10th the size
consists of 650 members
in the House of Commons.
No wonder then that there is racism and riots:
there is nowhere near enough representation,
and basic human kindness and respect
is quite lost on those who
play fast and loose with taxation;
leaving Death as the only certainty
Humankind with its mortality ...
And yet 435
is the maximum number
of representatives in
The United States House of Representatives,
while jolly old England
at 1/10th the size
consists of 650 members
in the House of Commons.
No wonder then that there is racism and riots:
there is nowhere near enough representation,
and basic human kindness and respect
is quite lost on those who
play fast and loose with taxation;
leaving Death as the only certainty
Humankind with its mortality ...
#corruption
#politics
#HumanRights #inequality
#HumanRights #inequality
58 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Apr 2020 7:18pm
30th Apr 2020 7:18pm
No Poetry, No Regret; No fear! (Day 30)
Another year has gone by
and with it so many changes.
A month of poetry a piece of it,
and with the end
so many seem to turn to wistfulness
turning their theme to elegiac.
Yet it may be easy to choose melancholy
to turn back and watch the setting sunlight,
but do not despair
do not go gently into silence
closing the chapter on creation
as you close your creative notebook;
the story moves on yet.
It is not over,
a new day rises, a new era,
and with it new and familiar opportunities. ...
and with it so many changes.
A month of poetry a piece of it,
and with the end
so many seem to turn to wistfulness
turning their theme to elegiac.
Yet it may be easy to choose melancholy
to turn back and watch the setting sunlight,
but do not despair
do not go gently into silence
closing the chapter on creation
as you close your creative notebook;
the story moves on yet.
It is not over,
a new day rises, a new era,
and with it new and familiar opportunities. ...
#WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection
#NaPoWriMo2020
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9 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Apr 2020 10:20pm
29th Apr 2020 10:20pm
No verse today thank you (Day 29)
Brains a bit fried,
scrambled too
add some toast and enough for a meal.
No message today
no underlying analogy
nor some pearl of wisdom penned in word
nor point of view to preach in poetic verse.
What you see is what you get;
some letters and words lying down
too tired to form something;
that early morning feeling of not wanting to leave bed,
sometime the move will be made
just not yet
five more minutes
Message on snooze.
scrambled too
add some toast and enough for a meal.
No message today
no underlying analogy
nor some pearl of wisdom penned in word
nor point of view to preach in poetic verse.
What you see is what you get;
some letters and words lying down
too tired to form something;
that early morning feeling of not wanting to leave bed,
sometime the move will be made
just not yet
five more minutes
Message on snooze.
#emptiness
#NaPoWriMo2020
51 reads
2 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
28th Apr 2020 7:45pm
28th Apr 2020 7:45pm
Advance Against Alliteration (Day 28)
Attention all aboard:
Annoying alliteration active!
Adapt appropriately and act with alacrity,
altogether against antagonising alliteration
and alleviate against adversity
adverbs abound, affliction!
Asinine aides accept alliterate annoyances;
admiral abscond alluring adversaries!
Attack and advance again!
Actively annihilate assonance aggressors!
Arms and assault alliterative antagonists!
Attack and alleviate against alliteration;
Anger arises and aggression ascends
avenge against and act as antithesis,
apply action and...
Annoying alliteration active!
Adapt appropriately and act with alacrity,
altogether against antagonising alliteration
and alleviate against adversity
adverbs abound, affliction!
Asinine aides accept alliterate annoyances;
admiral abscond alluring adversaries!
Attack and advance again!
Actively annihilate assonance aggressors!
Arms and assault alliterative antagonists!
Attack and alleviate against alliteration;
Anger arises and aggression ascends
avenge against and act as antithesis,
apply action and...
#aliens
#PowerOfWords
#NaPoWriMo2020
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0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Apr 2020 7:39pm
28th Apr 2020 7:39pm
Humanity is the soul of Wealth (Day 27)
There is more in Heaven and Earth
than is accounted in your economy,
As not all that glitters must be seen
to be then said to be gold,
For the good that can be done is oft entered within all
long after the originator is dust and bones,
It is in the Winters of our endeavours when the devil's try us
that Angels are prone to appear as a blessed succour.
than is accounted in your economy,
As not all that glitters must be seen
to be then said to be gold,
For the good that can be done is oft entered within all
long after the originator is dust and bones,
It is in the Winters of our endeavours when the devil's try us
that Angels are prone to appear as a blessed succour.
#kindness
#money
#morality #NaPoWriMo2020
#morality #NaPoWriMo2020
71 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
26th Apr 2020 10:59pm
26th Apr 2020 10:59pm
All Work And No Place (Day 26)
I have been thinking about work;
weekends and public holidays give me the time to think
when I am not swamped
with the day to day;
that I do not like my work.
It seems to have me
as a robot dog with demands to jump through hoops
but due to a glitch in my programming,
a quirk in my nature,
is not always told which hoops they are
more prone to jump clumsily through
while quoting parts of 'The Hound of the Baskervilles' in binary.
I am a puzzle piece that just does not fit
left behind and ignored
not a footnote...
weekends and public holidays give me the time to think
when I am not swamped
with the day to day;
that I do not like my work.
It seems to have me
as a robot dog with demands to jump through hoops
but due to a glitch in my programming,
a quirk in my nature,
is not always told which hoops they are
more prone to jump clumsily through
while quoting parts of 'The Hound of the Baskervilles' in binary.
I am a puzzle piece that just does not fit
left behind and ignored
not a footnote...
#dreams
#SelfDiscovery
#NaPoWriMo2020
60 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
25th Apr 2020 9:40pm
25th Apr 2020 9:40pm
Tea (Day 25)
There is no drink that I turn to
as I do with Tea,
as it is the one drink
that I put more faith in than any other.
I do drink coffee sometimes
and enjoy soft drinks such as coke,
squash, milk,
the necessity for life that is water;
but only Tea to me makes that life worthwhile.
It fuelled an empire
humbled countries and continents,
and is a clear sign of British-ness;
with milk of course,
and personal preference is mug rather than cup
a strong brew that is hearty
not insipid gnats pee.
...
as I do with Tea,
as it is the one drink
that I put more faith in than any other.
I do drink coffee sometimes
and enjoy soft drinks such as coke,
squash, milk,
the necessity for life that is water;
but only Tea to me makes that life worthwhile.
It fuelled an empire
humbled countries and continents,
and is a clear sign of British-ness;
with milk of course,
and personal preference is mug rather than cup
a strong brew that is hearty
not insipid gnats pee.
...
#uplifting
#tea
#NaPoWriMo2020
83 reads
15 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Apr 2020 9:17pm
24th Apr 2020 9:17pm
Not-a-poem on the back of a postcard (Day 24)
I would have written you a poem
but I couldn't think of what to say,
say in the colloquial way mind you
seeing as a poem is written
and I haven't the voice to sing it as song,
so instead you got this:
some words jumbled up
and splurged upon the page
like a newly ex-virgin:
all quick and overly apologetic
and not skilled enough to make it last longer.
Well I would have written you a poem,
so how's things with you these days?
but I couldn't think of what to say,
say in the colloquial way mind you
seeing as a poem is written
and I haven't the voice to sing it as song,
so instead you got this:
some words jumbled up
and splurged upon the page
like a newly ex-virgin:
all quick and overly apologetic
and not skilled enough to make it last longer.
Well I would have written you a poem,
so how's things with you these days?
#WritersBlock
#NaPoWriMo2020
66 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2020 10:28pm
23rd Apr 2020 10:28pm
Loco-emotion (Day 23)
A fog forever
swimming through syrup in my mind
I just can't
make the exact phrase and sentence
stop, start, stop, start
My mind's gear continuously slipping
no, that's not right;
My mind's gears grind and stutter:
just can't get it right,
So of course it comes across bloody garbled
all-so-archaic and post-something pompous;
earlier formative words and styles
that were read
but not the type people now say
- now 'said' would have rhymed better there;
tangents are easier
because straight direction is...
swimming through syrup in my mind
I just can't
make the exact phrase and sentence
stop, start, stop, start
My mind's gear continuously slipping
no, that's not right;
My mind's gears grind and stutter:
just can't get it right,
So of course it comes across bloody garbled
all-so-archaic and post-something pompous;
earlier formative words and styles
that were read
but not the type people now say
- now 'said' would have rhymed better there;
tangents are easier
because straight direction is...
#NaPoWriMo2020
60 reads
2 Comments
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