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.
Like an antique
They blew
the dust and cobwebs off
of the
books and pages,
"Oy!
I'm still alive under here"
I said,
much to their surprise.
the dust and cobwebs off
of the
books and pages,
"Oy!
I'm still alive under here"
I said,
much to their surprise.
#MovingOn
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Gay Abandon
Growing up in the 90's,
reading books with a happy imagination,
that meant
a Reckless Action with Unrestrained Joy,
and left it at that,
Now,
it means
forgoing all empathy, compassion, tolerance,
and running into the hating claws
of the far right;
and there ain't nothing happy or alright about any of that.
reading books with a happy imagination,
that meant
a Reckless Action with Unrestrained Joy,
and left it at that,
Now,
it means
forgoing all empathy, compassion, tolerance,
and running into the hating claws
of the far right;
and there ain't nothing happy or alright about any of that.
#happiness
#gay
#tolerance
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For what May come - NaPoWriMo2023 #30
Upon reflection,
April was a a rather bad month;
akin to an irritating
arrogant child
clamouring for attention and time,
a real struggle to love
and easy to be angered with;
a real wash out.
Now,
on it's closing hours,
I find myself
in the meditative, reflective, pondering
stance.
The quiet after the storm,
with a calm collected optimism
for what May come.
April was a a rather bad month;
akin to an irritating
arrogant child
clamouring for attention and time,
a real struggle to love
and easy to be angered with;
a real wash out.
Now,
on it's closing hours,
I find myself
in the meditative, reflective, pondering
stance.
The quiet after the storm,
with a calm collected optimism
for what May come.
#MovingOn
#NaPoWriMo2023
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Stream of thought - NaPoWriMo2023 #29
I have found that
if I strive for something,
unless my will is ironforged
and I feel that fate is with me;
that things fall short.
The direct path is not mine.
Instead,
I have a the blessing
of approaching things
at an angle
and out of happenstance.
No frontal charge into the walls;
only fortified metaphorical death
awaits such folly
for me.
But a side-step
pincer movement,
accidental
turn of fortune,
now that,
that is for me.
As ever,
I cannot smash the...
if I strive for something,
unless my will is ironforged
and I feel that fate is with me;
that things fall short.
The direct path is not mine.
Instead,
I have a the blessing
of approaching things
at an angle
and out of happenstance.
No frontal charge into the walls;
only fortified metaphorical death
awaits such folly
for me.
But a side-step
pincer movement,
accidental
turn of fortune,
now that,
that is for me.
As ever,
I cannot smash the...
#water
#nature
#fate #NaPoWriMo2023
#fate #NaPoWriMo2023
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Funk It - NaPoWriMo2023 #28
Funk feeds my soul
it is the fuel
that makes me whole
like no other tune can,
for it has a certain
zip and zang
with all that thang
so easy to love
and bop the box to the beat,
because only funk
makes me move my junk,
with guitar chords
on my heart strings
and the synth wave
of pleasure
such sounds brings
in symphonic sings.
it is the fuel
that makes me whole
like no other tune can,
for it has a certain
zip and zang
with all that thang
so easy to love
and bop the box to the beat,
because only funk
makes me move my junk,
with guitar chords
on my heart strings
and the synth wave
of pleasure
such sounds brings
in symphonic sings.
#music
#dance
#NaPoWriMo2023
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Stress is the soul killer - NaPoWriMo2023 #27
Stress is the soul killer.
Stress is the howling gale
upon once peaceful fields
suddenly unconsentedly empty
and now devoid
as scattered seeds
scrambled in the wind.
Stress is the torrential tide
that pounds upon the mountain
grinding it to dust,
as the fires of motivation
are quenched and snuffed
in callous incredulity.
Stress is a plague,
a virus,
turning the mellow
into ravenous belligerent unthinking beasts.
Stress is the soul killer.
Stress is the howling gale
upon once peaceful fields
suddenly unconsentedly empty
and now devoid
as scattered seeds
scrambled in the wind.
Stress is the torrential tide
that pounds upon the mountain
grinding it to dust,
as the fires of motivation
are quenched and snuffed
in callous incredulity.
Stress is a plague,
a virus,
turning the mellow
into ravenous belligerent unthinking beasts.
Stress is the soul killer.
#anxiety
#NaPoWriMo2023
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Arms for Arms - NaPoWriMo2023 #26
There is a phantasm sense
of power
in my arm today.
As though I should be
holding the hilt
of something,
or grasping a shield,
or that there is
a sheathed talon upon my hand.
It is a curious feeling
that refuses to flee
if I flex my fingers.
The ghost of
ancestral battles maybe?
Or a premonition
of growing strength?
My limb feels untested,
rather than unsettled
of power
in my arm today.
As though I should be
holding the hilt
of something,
or grasping a shield,
or that there is
a sheathed talon upon my hand.
It is a curious feeling
that refuses to flee
if I flex my fingers.
The ghost of
ancestral battles maybe?
Or a premonition
of growing strength?
My limb feels untested,
rather than unsettled
#military
#NaPoWriMo2023
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Cogita Camera Obscura - NaPoWriMo2023 #25
When I close my eyes
I can see a kaleidoscope
of buzzing, swirling
pinpricks in white and colour
against a black backdrop.
If I follow those trails,
they will lead me
to where my mind wanders,
to the true essence of myself;
A daydreamer,
Who could while away the hours
watching things playing out,
because boredom is just so overrated.
I can see a kaleidoscope
of buzzing, swirling
pinpricks in white and colour
against a black backdrop.
If I follow those trails,
they will lead me
to where my mind wanders,
to the true essence of myself;
A daydreamer,
Who could while away the hours
watching things playing out,
because boredom is just so overrated.
#dreams
#NaPoWriMo2023
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Diary - NaPoWriMo2023 #24
I did have a plan
for my day off;
waking round midday
and an afternoon
mostly spent painting
elegant wargaming miniatures.
Though fate
thought otherwise;
no rest for the wicked -
an earlier than liked start
to help lug and fill up
salt in the water softener.
With a dash of salty irritation
at being
underestimated in my strength,
and due to
having been awake up until 5am.
A sub-par nap and some shut eye,
and some free time,
before helping move video tapes
and stuff on shelves. ...
for my day off;
waking round midday
and an afternoon
mostly spent painting
elegant wargaming miniatures.
Though fate
thought otherwise;
no rest for the wicked -
an earlier than liked start
to help lug and fill up
salt in the water softener.
With a dash of salty irritation
at being
underestimated in my strength,
and due to
having been awake up until 5am.
A sub-par nap and some shut eye,
and some free time,
before helping move video tapes
and stuff on shelves. ...
#NaPoWriMo2023
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It is the little things - NaPoWriMo2023 #23
Something has to be said
about the incredible satisfaction
or a good toothbrush.
Such little things
are what makes life good,
not just bearable,
when things seem to be going
to hell in a handcart
downhill with rocket boosters.
It is my firm belief
that it is the little things,
the little points,
that create a nexus
upon life, the universe and everything,
enough to swings things
the way of good,
all things considered.
Because lightning
is all showy and amazing, ...
about the incredible satisfaction
or a good toothbrush.
Such little things
are what makes life good,
not just bearable,
when things seem to be going
to hell in a handcart
downhill with rocket boosters.
It is my firm belief
that it is the little things,
the little points,
that create a nexus
upon life, the universe and everything,
enough to swings things
the way of good,
all things considered.
Because lightning
is all showy and amazing, ...
#NaPoWriMo2023
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The little hedge-people - NaPoWriMo2023 #22
Sometimes I look
at hedge rows,
and imagine
The little kingdoms
nestled below the sticks and leaves,
concealed in the foliage.
The would be Courts
of grass and daises
bordered by walls
of towering trees,
sometimes disturbed
by inquisitive cats
or perched on by passing birds.
A realm where life
is on the small scale,
secreted amongst shrubbery,
in their green and verdant
pleasant land.
at hedge rows,
and imagine
The little kingdoms
nestled below the sticks and leaves,
concealed in the foliage.
The would be Courts
of grass and daises
bordered by walls
of towering trees,
sometimes disturbed
by inquisitive cats
or perched on by passing birds.
A realm where life
is on the small scale,
secreted amongst shrubbery,
in their green and verdant
pleasant land.
#trees
#flowers
#nature #NaPoWriMo2023
#nature #NaPoWriMo2023
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Time travel is but like turning a page - NaPoWriMo2023 #21
I have found that
I can time travel.
I don't need
a police phone box;
the doctor is Who
is their name.
Or a DeLorean;
with capacity for flux
and other changes.
Or a phone box;
totally excellent
in its normality.
I only need a book
to be able to time travel.
When engrossed within those leaves
time moves by a thousand acres,
as I am transported
to another plane,
while the mind's eye
plays out pictures
summoned by words.
I can time travel.
I don't need
a police phone box;
the doctor is Who
is their name.
Or a DeLorean;
with capacity for flux
and other changes.
Or a phone box;
totally excellent
in its normality.
I only need a book
to be able to time travel.
When engrossed within those leaves
time moves by a thousand acres,
as I am transported
to another plane,
while the mind's eye
plays out pictures
summoned by words.
#travel
#NaPoWriMo2023
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