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
6th Apr 2024 7:33pm
6th Apr 2024 7:33pm
Lag-jet - NaPoWriMo 6
Jetlag
is a Hell of a thing.
It's
being hungover
on Steroids,
while your body
fights to find itself
and remember
Which Continent
it is currently on
and when Lunch
should be.
As your brain
checks in
and
checks out
Because Time has lost all meaning
and all reference
points
spin wildly out of whack,
made even worse
if it Feels
as though you left
Part of your soul behind
As parting is sweet sorrow,
doubly so for your luggage.
is a Hell of a thing.
It's
being hungover
on Steroids,
while your body
fights to find itself
and remember
Which Continent
it is currently on
and when Lunch
should be.
As your brain
checks in
and
checks out
Because Time has lost all meaning
and all reference
points
spin wildly out of whack,
made even worse
if it Feels
as though you left
Part of your soul behind
As parting is sweet sorrow,
doubly so for your luggage.
#travel
#NaPoWriMo2024
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Apr 2024 11:25am
5th Apr 2024 11:25am
Green with Gratitude - NaPoWriMo 5
Previously,
I lambasted Japan
For it’s lack of Greenery;
sparse leafy hedges and trees
in the suburbs
With parks that feature
mostly rocks
and a flowing stream,
Far too urbanised for my tastes.
But then I went to a
Promenade beside a river
Where Cherry Blossom trees
Flanked the path,
And I understood;
Japan’s lack of verdant greenery
only goes to heighten their
Appreciation of nature,
For the few and far between places and spaces.
While England,
The Green and Pleasant land
is...
I lambasted Japan
For it’s lack of Greenery;
sparse leafy hedges and trees
in the suburbs
With parks that feature
mostly rocks
and a flowing stream,
Far too urbanised for my tastes.
But then I went to a
Promenade beside a river
Where Cherry Blossom trees
Flanked the path,
And I understood;
Japan’s lack of verdant greenery
only goes to heighten their
Appreciation of nature,
For the few and far between places and spaces.
While England,
The Green and Pleasant land
is...
#trees
#nature
#NaPoWriMo2024
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Apr 2024 4:36pm
4th Apr 2024 4:36pm
To Travel - NaPoWriMo 4
If you ever get the chance,
Do travel
Far abroad
To where
your home mundanity
become exotic wonders,
And your unremarked accent
Evokes awed interest.
Go beyond the tourist traps
Of assigned photoshoots;
To where you can chat with locals
And a few fellow
bewildered foreigners,
To places where ordering lunch
is a linguistic trial,
And you smile sweetly
To remarks referencing
That popular global thing
from back home
that wasn’t really your cup of tea
though it did rake in the cash,
It...
Do travel
Far abroad
To where
your home mundanity
become exotic wonders,
And your unremarked accent
Evokes awed interest.
Go beyond the tourist traps
Of assigned photoshoots;
To where you can chat with locals
And a few fellow
bewildered foreigners,
To places where ordering lunch
is a linguistic trial,
And you smile sweetly
To remarks referencing
That popular global thing
from back home
that wasn’t really your cup of tea
though it did rake in the cash,
It...
#travel
#gratitude
#NaPoWriMo2024
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2024 2:54am
3rd Apr 2024 2:54am
There’s a Dog snoring (NaPoWriMo 3)
There’s a Dog snoring in my room.
Well,
the room for me as a guest.
The fold-out bed
goes where she is sleeping
so I’ll let her snore some more
And move her when she wakes up.
There’s a Dog snoring in the room.
Well,
Snoring and snorting
in the same tone
as my Grandma used to make.
There’s a Dog snoring in this room.
And I’m using the time
to write a poem
As it would be cruel to wake her,
And anyway,
I get the giggles listening to snoring.
Something about hearing sleep enjoyed ...
Well,
the room for me as a guest.
The fold-out bed
goes where she is sleeping
so I’ll let her snore some more
And move her when she wakes up.
There’s a Dog snoring in the room.
Well,
Snoring and snorting
in the same tone
as my Grandma used to make.
There’s a Dog snoring in this room.
And I’m using the time
to write a poem
As it would be cruel to wake her,
And anyway,
I get the giggles listening to snoring.
Something about hearing sleep enjoyed ...
#dogs
#sleep
#NaPoWriMo2024
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SELF POEM
Published
2nd Apr 2024 3:26pm
2nd Apr 2024 3:26pm
Butterfly Wings - NaPoWriMo 2
There is something to be said
for travelling solitary,
and how fate
seems to throw situations my way,
such as potentially
helping two cute girls by taking photos.
But alas,
All to often
I am a coward.
So I have to Watch myself
and grasp opportunities
as they happen
Rather than retrace my steps
in vain hope of events repeating.
Yet,
I am sure
That the few chances taken
such as relinquishing my seat,
Do Wonders for my Karma
and help
my fate flow harmoniously.
Because...
for travelling solitary,
and how fate
seems to throw situations my way,
such as potentially
helping two cute girls by taking photos.
But alas,
All to often
I am a coward.
So I have to Watch myself
and grasp opportunities
as they happen
Rather than retrace my steps
in vain hope of events repeating.
Yet,
I am sure
That the few chances taken
such as relinquishing my seat,
Do Wonders for my Karma
and help
my fate flow harmoniously.
Because...
#fate
#travel
#NaPoWriMo2024
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Apr 2024 1:14pm
1st Apr 2024 1:14pm
Can’t Fool Me? (NaPoWriMo 1)
I felt like a fool.
All the rage of the age of technology
But I felt nothing stir within
Just Mirrors, Projectors, and Lights.
And I,
seemed to see past
the technicolour cast;
the Wizard behind the curtain
with a high degree of certain,
that it is all a fake facade.
That it is all a show upon a stage
But One is not amused,
or fooled by the magics.
And simply looking for the exit.
All the rage of the age of technology
But I felt nothing stir within
Just Mirrors, Projectors, and Lights.
And I,
seemed to see past
the technicolour cast;
the Wizard behind the curtain
with a high degree of certain,
that it is all a fake facade.
That it is all a show upon a stage
But One is not amused,
or fooled by the magics.
And simply looking for the exit.
#technology
#art
#NaPoWriMo2024
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SELF POEM
Published
29th Sep 2023 9:44pm
29th Sep 2023 9:44pm
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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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Jul 2023 9:27pm
3rd Jul 2023 9:27pm
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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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Apr 2023 10:37pm
30th Apr 2023 10:37pm
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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SELF POEM
Published
29th Apr 2023 11:23pm
29th Apr 2023 11:23pm
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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SELF POEM
Published
28th Apr 2023 9:06pm
28th Apr 2023 9:06pm
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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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Apr 2023 10:20pm
27th Apr 2023 10:20pm
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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