Submissions by robert43041 (Viking)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Published in small mags in US and England years ago.
DARK POEM
Published
24th Oct 2023 7:04pm
24th Oct 2023 7:04pm
Clues (X22)
I would like to be able to scribble something in rhymes
But a minefield, would have to do with crimes
Possibly involve the blue-eyed blonde
Of whom the eventual killer was entirely fond
But the cold shoulder irked
Nothing ever worked
So possibly knifed her
Shot her
Slashed through the heart
From which she wntirely bled
Shot her through the head
Then from his ghastly work he did depart
Unknowlingly leaving clues behind
Which the cops would be pleased to find.
But a minefield, would have to do with crimes
Possibly involve the blue-eyed blonde
Of whom the eventual killer was entirely fond
But the cold shoulder irked
Nothing ever worked
So possibly knifed her
Shot her
Slashed through the heart
From which she wntirely bled
Shot her through the head
Then from his ghastly work he did depart
Unknowlingly leaving clues behind
Which the cops would be pleased to find.
#rejection
#dark
#frustration
117 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Oct 2023 3:13pm
22nd Oct 2023 3:13pm
Time flies.....or not
It,s a matter of time
Different if you're lounging by the sea
Relaxing, enjoying the sites, the sights
And the beauties of life
Than if you're sweating it out in your three-piece suit
Stuck in your car in heavy traffic
Under scorching heat
Ready to take your gun and go run amok
Yes, best to take a deep breath
Enjoy the time left
Before it,s too late.
Different if you're lounging by the sea
Relaxing, enjoying the sites, the sights
And the beauties of life
Than if you're sweating it out in your three-piece suit
Stuck in your car in heavy traffic
Under scorching heat
Ready to take your gun and go run amok
Yes, best to take a deep breath
Enjoy the time left
Before it,s too late.
#motivational
#inspirational
110 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Oct 2023 2:57pm
22nd Oct 2023 2:57pm
It's time
Scientists are working on making the second
More precise
Something to do with the caesium spin flip resonance
Which has, we are told, a frequency corresponding
To microwaves
I'll set my clock the next time change coming up
Meanwhile I'll sleep on it.
More precise
Something to do with the caesium spin flip resonance
Which has, we are told, a frequency corresponding
To microwaves
I'll set my clock the next time change coming up
Meanwhile I'll sleep on it.
#motivational
90 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
21st Oct 2023 4:40pm
21st Oct 2023 4:40pm
Vers la fin
Sombre et morne
Journée d'automne
Le ciel qui pleure la perte
Des jolies journées d'été
Les fleurs qui nous quittent
Les feuilles qui tombent
Le cimetière énorme de sa présence
Celui qui a le dernier mot.
Journée d'automne
Le ciel qui pleure la perte
Des jolies journées d'été
Les fleurs qui nous quittent
Les feuilles qui tombent
Le cimetière énorme de sa présence
Celui qui a le dernier mot.
#dark
124 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Oct 2023 2:38pm
20th Oct 2023 2:38pm
Calling for help
Calling Agatha Christie
Calling Hercule Poirot
A gruesome murder in Montréal
Near le Musée des Beaux-Arts
Very posh area
Very wealthy
Very high class where criminality
Might mean a trash can out on the wrong day
But now an elderly man quite fashionably dressed
Stabbed to death
Found sprawled over the now totally ruined
Queen Anne chair.
Calling Hercule Poirot
A gruesome murder in Montréal
Near le Musée des Beaux-Arts
Very posh area
Very wealthy
Very high class where criminality
Might mean a trash can out on the wrong day
But now an elderly man quite fashionably dressed
Stabbed to death
Found sprawled over the now totally ruined
Queen Anne chair.
#dark
117 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Oct 2023 5:40pm
19th Oct 2023 5:40pm
Very secure
He drove his Ferrari to his multi-million dollars home
Up on the highest hill
Pressed the code to open the garage door
Out of the car
Pressed the code to give access to the elevator
Accessed the second floor
Pressed the code to open the glass doors
Giving access to the long corridor at the end of which
He pressed the code giving access to the spacious living-room
On a CCTV screen, saw movement outside.
Shadows lurking by. Not to his liking
Pressed the code to his safe room, much alike a bank vault
Also pressed the emergency button ...
Up on the highest hill
Pressed the code to open the garage door
Out of the car
Pressed the code to give access to the elevator
Accessed the second floor
Pressed the code to open the glass doors
Giving access to the long corridor at the end of which
He pressed the code giving access to the spacious living-room
On a CCTV screen, saw movement outside.
Shadows lurking by. Not to his liking
Pressed the code to his safe room, much alike a bank vault
Also pressed the emergency button ...
#anxiety
#fear
135 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Oct 2023 2:28pm
18th Oct 2023 2:28pm
Fashion's sillyness
There he was, wearing amost expensive suit jacket
By the looks of it costing a mint
Yet also wearing three-hundred dollars jeans
Already slashed through the knees....
Seen similar jeans on models in shop windows
Offered as the most fashionable of the latest style.
Yet I wouldn't even dare give my quite used
And sometimes torn jeans
To Goodwill
I would be embarrassed to do so
Some of this High Fashion nonsense
Is way beyond my comprehension.
By the looks of it costing a mint
Yet also wearing three-hundred dollars jeans
Already slashed through the knees....
Seen similar jeans on models in shop windows
Offered as the most fashionable of the latest style.
Yet I wouldn't even dare give my quite used
And sometimes torn jeans
To Goodwill
I would be embarrassed to do so
Some of this High Fashion nonsense
Is way beyond my comprehension.
#confusion
127 reads
10 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
17th Oct 2023 2:44pm
17th Oct 2023 2:44pm
Ode to Belzébuth
On the altar as a sacrifice
To Belzébuth
Lays the young victim
Drugged to sleep
A vein opened
The blood flow controlled
By the High Priest,
The blood served in chalices
In a perfect mix of
Half blood, half wine of the highest quality
And served on silver plates
Along with honeyed waffles.
To Belzébuth
Lays the young victim
Drugged to sleep
A vein opened
The blood flow controlled
By the High Priest,
The blood served in chalices
In a perfect mix of
Half blood, half wine of the highest quality
And served on silver plates
Along with honeyed waffles.
#mythology
#sacrifice
#tradition
136 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
17th Oct 2023 2:25pm
17th Oct 2023 2:25pm
I love my Ruger
True, I love my Ruger
More than I love her
Yes, she is my wife
At times she irks me
But I wouldn't take her life
So do look elsewhere
Find the monster
Who put all these 9mm slugs
Into her.
More than I love her
Yes, she is my wife
At times she irks me
But I wouldn't take her life
So do look elsewhere
Find the monster
Who put all these 9mm slugs
Into her.
#dark
#despair
119 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
15th Oct 2023 2:32pm
15th Oct 2023 2:32pm
Hollow wiener
He was truly a walking dead
For there he was at the Mansion's door
Greeting witches, zombies and all
Smiling with rotten teeth
And blood oozing
From the left temple of his head.
For there he was at the Mansion's door
Greeting witches, zombies and all
Smiling with rotten teeth
And blood oozing
From the left temple of his head.
#dark
144 reads
4 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Oct 2023 4:09pm
13th Oct 2023 4:09pm
Way, way up
Orange cones here
Orange cones there
Orange cones everywhere
All sorts of roads blocked
But she did find the exit leading to
The Highway to Heaven.
Orange cones there
Orange cones everywhere
All sorts of roads blocked
But she did find the exit leading to
The Highway to Heaven.
#happiness
#inspirational
148 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
12th Oct 2023 6:43pm
12th Oct 2023 6:43pm
Pushing his bad luck
There he was. Mad as hell,
Six feet under and going to bones.
Not finding it funny.
He'd been promised seven lives.
There he was, eating dirt after death number six.
Not funny.
True, he wasted life number six
With lots of wine women and songs
Not a care in the world,
Forgetting about the mission given to him
He was a hitman, after all.
So he ate dirt but made it above ground
Not a ptetty sight
Stood in the road. totally scaring the uncoming driver
Got him out of the car, killed him, took clothes ...
Six feet under and going to bones.
Not finding it funny.
He'd been promised seven lives.
There he was, eating dirt after death number six.
Not funny.
True, he wasted life number six
With lots of wine women and songs
Not a care in the world,
Forgetting about the mission given to him
He was a hitman, after all.
So he ate dirt but made it above ground
Not a ptetty sight
Stood in the road. totally scaring the uncoming driver
Got him out of the car, killed him, took clothes ...
#dark
#disappointment
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