Submissions by stryder
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Mar 2010 6:53pm
25th Mar 2010 6:53pm
Surveillance
Strolling down vacant streets devoid of mirrored eyes to reflect oneself,
Foolishly observing that you are alone,
Briefly content in musing and solitude,
Circular glass perched from high above offers a different kind of reflector,
Not to be met by compassion and affinity,
But by a mechanical droning of intricate parts and a blank façade of polymer,
These fixed guardian ravens initially offer safety but their smiles reveal something more sinister.
Their guarded messages transfer down metallic veins to our eclectic brother,
Of whom so outwardly protective...
Foolishly observing that you are alone,
Briefly content in musing and solitude,
Circular glass perched from high above offers a different kind of reflector,
Not to be met by compassion and affinity,
But by a mechanical droning of intricate parts and a blank façade of polymer,
These fixed guardian ravens initially offer safety but their smiles reveal something more sinister.
Their guarded messages transfer down metallic veins to our eclectic brother,
Of whom so outwardly protective...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Mar 2010 7:34pm
9th Mar 2010 7:34pm
Rowing Boat
Ravaging waves smash against the timber hull of my boat,
I attempt in vain to use my oars against the uncooperative waves,
Rain flies mockingly into my face and into agitated eyes,
The dark water seems to play enticingly with my wooden life support,
Like a taunting spider may view a trapped fly.
My boat sways, rocks, struggles against the hardening waves,
Joinery strains against water.
Arms flail despairingly to operate the wooden
oars inerted by black treacle water,
Stress and worry envelope me as I struggle fruitlessly.
But then you sit...
I attempt in vain to use my oars against the uncooperative waves,
Rain flies mockingly into my face and into agitated eyes,
The dark water seems to play enticingly with my wooden life support,
Like a taunting spider may view a trapped fly.
My boat sways, rocks, struggles against the hardening waves,
Joinery strains against water.
Arms flail despairingly to operate the wooden
oars inerted by black treacle water,
Stress and worry envelope me as I struggle fruitlessly.
But then you sit...
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ANGER POEM
Published
7th Mar 2010 9:16pm
7th Mar 2010 9:16pm
Embittered
Insidiously, you question and doubt me,
Differing views are flamed down,
I will embark on my trip alone,
waving forlornly.
Ingrained with bitterness,
An ever-enlarging chip on your shoulder,
I pack my bag with sadness,
Tears stain my cheeks.
Flashes of the past meet today,
To follow me away,
You shout down contradictory ideas,
Inexplicable to your own.
Embedded with regret and jealously,
Sun-drenched photos seen enviously,
Messages carefully crafted,
Stuck in your old ways.
Differing views are flamed down,
I will embark on my trip alone,
waving forlornly.
Ingrained with bitterness,
An ever-enlarging chip on your shoulder,
I pack my bag with sadness,
Tears stain my cheeks.
Flashes of the past meet today,
To follow me away,
You shout down contradictory ideas,
Inexplicable to your own.
Embedded with regret and jealously,
Sun-drenched photos seen enviously,
Messages carefully crafted,
Stuck in your old ways.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Feb 2010 9:36pm
9th Feb 2010 9:36pm
Midnight Divulgings
Darling, are you fast asleep?
Good.
This is the only time I can open up to you.
I miss the children around the house.
The empty spaces at the dining table seem so big.
I’m so proud of them although I could never say that to them.
I look in the mirror sometimes and I don’t recognise myself.
My aged face looks like it should belong to someone else.
I felt a pang of terror when I saw my first grey hair.
I’ve been groping at the sands of time for my lost youthfulness.
You may not like it but that leather jacket was important to me.
How was I...
Good.
This is the only time I can open up to you.
I miss the children around the house.
The empty spaces at the dining table seem so big.
I’m so proud of them although I could never say that to them.
I look in the mirror sometimes and I don’t recognise myself.
My aged face looks like it should belong to someone else.
I felt a pang of terror when I saw my first grey hair.
I’ve been groping at the sands of time for my lost youthfulness.
You may not like it but that leather jacket was important to me.
How was I...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Feb 2010 9:13pm
5th Feb 2010 9:13pm
Boredom
I’m a bit bored.
What shall I do?
Have casual sex?
Exploit a friend?
Ignore injustice?
Skinny dip into the sea?
Kill someone?
Throw my life savings out onto the street?
Chat up a hot blonde?
Buy a gun?
Help an old lady cross the street?
Steal?
Beg?
Spray graffiti?
Moan and gripe?
Throw my shoes into the air?
Watch TV?
Get drunk?
Crash a car?
Travel the world?
Get high?
Lie on the grass?
Maybe I’ll do them tomorrow.
What shall I do?
Have casual sex?
Exploit a friend?
Ignore injustice?
Skinny dip into the sea?
Kill someone?
Throw my life savings out onto the street?
Chat up a hot blonde?
Buy a gun?
Help an old lady cross the street?
Steal?
Beg?
Spray graffiti?
Moan and gripe?
Throw my shoes into the air?
Watch TV?
Get drunk?
Crash a car?
Travel the world?
Get high?
Lie on the grass?
Maybe I’ll do them tomorrow.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Feb 2010 9:59pm
4th Feb 2010 9:59pm
A Recurring Expedition
He strutters each morning to his habitual watering hole,
Sharply inhaling invigorating air to stir frail limbs,
Along by unsightly cuboid buildings and youth-residing pathways,
His journey a recurring expedition to add numb spice to long days,
Greetings expressed to fellow drinking comrades as he arrives at the door,
Rubbing knarled hands to maintain warmth against the chilled wind,
Eyes showing glee at the chinking of the bolts being unlocked,
His shifts impatient feet into his warm inviting temple.
He gravitates moth-like to the timber nectar bank...
Sharply inhaling invigorating air to stir frail limbs,
Along by unsightly cuboid buildings and youth-residing pathways,
His journey a recurring expedition to add numb spice to long days,
Greetings expressed to fellow drinking comrades as he arrives at the door,
Rubbing knarled hands to maintain warmth against the chilled wind,
Eyes showing glee at the chinking of the bolts being unlocked,
His shifts impatient feet into his warm inviting temple.
He gravitates moth-like to the timber nectar bank...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2010 9:54pm
22nd Jan 2010 9:54pm
Blissful ignorance
Daddy, why is it I have to go to school?
I’d rather stay at home and watch TV.
Are you going to work today? Why do you go? You never seem to like it.
Will it always be sunny days and wile-away afternoons?
And sandcastles and new toys and ice cream van sirens?
I’ll never be as old as you, will I?
I will remain eternal young with older people looking after me.
A lot of older people seem so unhappy. Why don’t their parents buy them toys to make them feel better?
When I am older, will every holiday be a new adventure, with hunting crabs in rock-pools, finding our...
I’d rather stay at home and watch TV.
Are you going to work today? Why do you go? You never seem to like it.
Will it always be sunny days and wile-away afternoons?
And sandcastles and new toys and ice cream van sirens?
I’ll never be as old as you, will I?
I will remain eternal young with older people looking after me.
A lot of older people seem so unhappy. Why don’t their parents buy them toys to make them feel better?
When I am older, will every holiday be a new adventure, with hunting crabs in rock-pools, finding our...
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SELF POEM
Published
15th Jan 2010 10:27pm
15th Jan 2010 10:27pm
Farewell
Standing at the dock I ruefully and sadly prepare to wave you farewell,
Trying to deceive myself that this eminent voyage is unexpected and sudden,
But in truth this ripped separation has long been evident,
Your ascent up the gangway occurred long ago although I blindfolded myself to it.
We were the musketeers, the joyful brothers-in-arms,
Who unabashedly laughed and jigged in an arena of more conservative sensibilities,
Our times of fun and yore brought burning phosphorous to otherwise lonely dark nights,
The sparkler of youthful carefreeness and revelry...
Trying to deceive myself that this eminent voyage is unexpected and sudden,
But in truth this ripped separation has long been evident,
Your ascent up the gangway occurred long ago although I blindfolded myself to it.
We were the musketeers, the joyful brothers-in-arms,
Who unabashedly laughed and jigged in an arena of more conservative sensibilities,
Our times of fun and yore brought burning phosphorous to otherwise lonely dark nights,
The sparkler of youthful carefreeness and revelry...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
31st Dec 2009 12:20pm
31st Dec 2009 12:20pm
A Life in a Day
Lying my head down on soiled sheets,
Facing towards a concrete wall,
Ashamed to face the homed walking by,
Limbs stiff with cold and resignation,
Belly empty, dignity gone,
Repugnant smell fills my nose; the smell of me,
I need my numb spice; the emptiness needs filling,
Getting up and stretching aged body,
Walking down street with holed hobnail boots,
Passing by people: some look in pity, some in indifference, others anger,
I need my man; only one I can trust though I can’t trust him,
Walking in the rain in soaked clothing down to the river,...
Facing towards a concrete wall,
Ashamed to face the homed walking by,
Limbs stiff with cold and resignation,
Belly empty, dignity gone,
Repugnant smell fills my nose; the smell of me,
I need my numb spice; the emptiness needs filling,
Getting up and stretching aged body,
Walking down street with holed hobnail boots,
Passing by people: some look in pity, some in indifference, others anger,
I need my man; only one I can trust though I can’t trust him,
Walking in the rain in soaked clothing down to the river,...
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ANGER POEM
Published
29th Dec 2009 11:12pm
29th Dec 2009 11:12pm
The Missile Poem
Tears leak from the perforations of my cold exterior,
As the site of my final destination becomes nearer and nearer,
Over that last mountain will be my triumph and glory,
The attainment of which will curtail many a story.
I have been trusted to hurt the enemies of my beautiful nation,
To achieve revenge against their beliefs and subordination,
The consequences of their actions will soon be clear,
Screams of terror to be met by whoops and cheers.
I was brought into this world by men who harboured fear and suspicion,
To be reared in a nursery run by...
As the site of my final destination becomes nearer and nearer,
Over that last mountain will be my triumph and glory,
The attainment of which will curtail many a story.
I have been trusted to hurt the enemies of my beautiful nation,
To achieve revenge against their beliefs and subordination,
The consequences of their actions will soon be clear,
Screams of terror to be met by whoops and cheers.
I was brought into this world by men who harboured fear and suspicion,
To be reared in a nursery run by...
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ANGER POEM
Published
1st Dec 2009 9:05pm
1st Dec 2009 9:05pm
War
Tear and blood drenched flags drape over opaque polished coffins,
Of soldiers who died for the emblem now emblazoned around them,
Sobbing relatives lie floral decorations under proud headstones,
Atheists mouthing idle talk and accusatory questions to cool clear air.
The lucky ones limp and jostle maimed bodies around with them,
With self-conscious eyes darting nervously from disfigured faces,
The demons of hell infect their dreams where they cannot guard themselves,
Becoming despondent and withdrawn from an uncaring society.
Morally self-justified...
Of soldiers who died for the emblem now emblazoned around them,
Sobbing relatives lie floral decorations under proud headstones,
Atheists mouthing idle talk and accusatory questions to cool clear air.
The lucky ones limp and jostle maimed bodies around with them,
With self-conscious eyes darting nervously from disfigured faces,
The demons of hell infect their dreams where they cannot guard themselves,
Becoming despondent and withdrawn from an uncaring society.
Morally self-justified...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Nov 2009 9:53pm
30th Nov 2009 9:53pm
Cardboard Box
I look out from my cardboard house in the dirt, sleet and scum,
To keep a wrinkled eye on walking psychos who may like to pinch my bum.
When I turn aching head I realise I smell like a cow pat,
But that’s not unusual when I look out onto my newspaper mat.
I go out onto the misty street. I see ravenous police dogs.
That is when I stumble towards my side-street bog.
Policemen kick and push beggars off the scene,
To make the street look reasonably clean.
Old men and woman look cautiously in the air,
Their face and eyes filled with despair.
Young...
To keep a wrinkled eye on walking psychos who may like to pinch my bum.
When I turn aching head I realise I smell like a cow pat,
But that’s not unusual when I look out onto my newspaper mat.
I go out onto the misty street. I see ravenous police dogs.
That is when I stumble towards my side-street bog.
Policemen kick and push beggars off the scene,
To make the street look reasonably clean.
Old men and woman look cautiously in the air,
Their face and eyes filled with despair.
Young...
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