Submissions by fields_broke
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Feb 2021 00:48am
24th Feb 2021 00:48am
cortina
Pest ...the rats nest and the dogs rest you,
the take
with your boots worn ledgered and tight.
Ankle sawn, ripped down to the bud
of a hare's view, of hounds in their night mare.
Hungers drugged in pot'skin boiling soothing stew...
We clear the woods...the fields are nought haugh
the draining ditches are clean and free
out from the noon and peacocks 'sun
(in from the cunt of the moon, a whole white calf
.. half life/death, a quarter of nail light
in hungover views)
the frail spring sun has pale...
the take
with your boots worn ledgered and tight.
Ankle sawn, ripped down to the bud
of a hare's view, of hounds in their night mare.
Hungers drugged in pot'skin boiling soothing stew...
We clear the woods...the fields are nought haugh
the draining ditches are clean and free
out from the noon and peacocks 'sun
(in from the cunt of the moon, a whole white calf
.. half life/death, a quarter of nail light
in hungover views)
the frail spring sun has pale...
#forest
#environment
#pollution #nature
#pollution #nature
742 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
5th Aug 2020 1:12pm
5th Aug 2020 1:12pm
hare of the pup
child's view of the runt cub,
its you I hold, rash in your lark spray,
to lay your blanket still when
I rise with the poacher
and the morning goshawk,
for when the ghost of millet
dust whitens the early field;
the wren can hide
with the boiled jars, the curing salt, the saltpetre
shaken in the shot. I the whelp hiding
under his deeper deer pelt, play pretend,
intune with the maul and creep
of boot leather - the expectations
we awake are to meet, and with...
the sun-rising behind...
its you I hold, rash in your lark spray,
to lay your blanket still when
I rise with the poacher
and the morning goshawk,
for when the ghost of millet
dust whitens the early field;
the wren can hide
with the boiled jars, the curing salt, the saltpetre
shaken in the shot. I the whelp hiding
under his deeper deer pelt, play pretend,
intune with the maul and creep
of boot leather - the expectations
we awake are to meet, and with...
the sun-rising behind...
#childhood
#countryside
#birds
#food
#confessional
891 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Jul 2020 11:27pm
9th Jul 2020 11:27pm
skin pyjama thin
viz skin pyjama thin
#childhood
#confessional
587 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Jun 2020 9:45pm
29th Jun 2020 9:45pm
film of a garden wretch
viz of film of...
#environment
#nature
#confessional
770 reads
22 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
14th Jun 2020 5:31pm
14th Jun 2020 5:31pm
this kitsch hour
viz: this kitsch hour
#dreams
#SelfReflection
#sensual
681 reads
11 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
29th Mar 2020 3:08pm
29th Mar 2020 3:08pm
Writings on a well prepared delusion.
incoherent rambling.
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
646 reads
6 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
12th Mar 2020 2:30pm
12th Mar 2020 2:30pm
she pushes the wind dial with her fingers
bumped reworked visual poem
#forest
#nature
#evolution
#environment
#love
979 reads
12 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Jan 2020 8:55pm
8th Jan 2020 8:55pm
what remained within: the same death on prayer.
noticed their claps, their fervor. The applause after
and then noted the time of each one's departure – wrist-watch finger tapped
as each transit of their leaving struggled up the drive.
what remains …. remained after this fucked-up speech – for what-ever damned lord it could ever serve.
that a lantern should flicker hell and its staircase into this ballroom
Making sure that it was no coincidence of what ...
and then noted the time of each one's departure – wrist-watch finger tapped
as each transit of their leaving struggled up the drive.
what remains …. remained after this fucked-up speech – for what-ever damned lord it could ever serve.
that a lantern should flicker hell and its staircase into this ballroom
Making sure that it was no coincidence of what ...
#corruption
#politics
#escape
886 reads
11 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Dec 2019 9:57pm
20th Dec 2019 9:57pm
library -lamped bookish in flagrant deckle and orange leaf
.. redacted circa1971 (coral fortunae)
lay it still; my glasses broke and the young lined up
…masses of the ocean, the oceanography students lay their light on dynamic systems
underlying movement, underlying statics and booked files, flipped pages
shore-lying system s, pond-lives,
their vibrant precedents …coral-social thick that skin envelopes.
Bury-take a piece o this city,
a little bit to be adored,
little bit,s like
wipe away eye that holds some congealing wake,
steam from fingertips.
...
lay it still; my glasses broke and the young lined up
…masses of the ocean, the oceanography students lay their light on dynamic systems
underlying movement, underlying statics and booked files, flipped pages
shore-lying system s, pond-lives,
their vibrant precedents …coral-social thick that skin envelopes.
Bury-take a piece o this city,
a little bit to be adored,
little bit,s like
wipe away eye that holds some congealing wake,
steam from fingertips.
...
#environment
#nature
791 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
15th Dec 2019 10:17pm
15th Dec 2019 10:17pm
featherweight a sea burial
its hard to lose a chosen one,
the body guards, uniform; fling an An Arm
back to the sky
sharp back to a cloud
who sprung
adopted hush, the cogs
these hhsssshh! of clouds
…disappear, they pray
and where…where-then they pray
in lightening to reconnect,
to An Arm stretched shoulder deep
into the earth; do a must,
to the tips of roots, tender ends.
to see lay c clay tertiaries (coal seams
and the kingliness of a ceramic pot.
Soliloquies and families of cormorants are in
into tin...
the body guards, uniform; fling an An Arm
back to the sky
sharp back to a cloud
who sprung
adopted hush, the cogs
these hhsssshh! of clouds
…disappear, they pray
and where…where-then they pray
in lightening to reconnect,
to An Arm stretched shoulder deep
into the earth; do a must,
to the tips of roots, tender ends.
to see lay c clay tertiaries (coal seams
and the kingliness of a ceramic pot.
Soliloquies and families of cormorants are in
into tin...
#nature
#evolution
#metaphor
722 reads
7 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Dec 2019 1:59pm
10th Dec 2019 1:59pm
picking-satchel of blackberry stained patterns
pheasants and partridge rise
through coppice and hedgerow gapes,
boroughs of brush, terrified flowers
and abandoned nests,
‘fore the shotgun escapes.
from wiry snares and tweeded capes
their eastern sunned curtain’d drapes
in oleander bursts of shot
in the mornings wake
I awake.
Esteemed fox-bait in style they recommend
Its gone: they are gone.
Their pat has gone.
Jinn of buckthorn makes
a cider so strong, its...
through coppice and hedgerow gapes,
boroughs of brush, terrified flowers
and abandoned nests,
‘fore the shotgun escapes.
from wiry snares and tweeded capes
their eastern sunned curtain’d drapes
in oleander bursts of shot
in the mornings wake
I awake.
Esteemed fox-bait in style they recommend
Its gone: they are gone.
Their pat has gone.
Jinn of buckthorn makes
a cider so strong, its...
#environment
#nature
998 reads
16 Comments
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