Fiction Seeking Friendly Advice Poems
#fiction
Rew
Poem Published
10th Feb 2024 1:13am
10th Feb 2024 1:13am
(my) Nymphs Reply To The Shepherd
Since all the world and love is one
and truth issues from your glib tongue,
and maiden's wiles your chance improve
I'll live with you and be your love.
And I shall dance and your words sing
for your delight, each gay morning,
and be your muse though nag you so
you Will outwrite that upstart crow!
But I'd rather have a divan bed
than those roses that you have said,
you forgot the thorns, I suppose,
they'd not do much for our repose...
And I'm not sure 'bout those hard rocks
so pull...
and truth issues from your glib tongue,
and maiden's wiles your chance improve
I'll live with you and be your love.
And I shall dance and your words sing
for your delight, each gay morning,
and be your muse though nag you so
you Will outwrite that upstart crow!
But I'd rather have a divan bed
than those roses that you have said,
you forgot the thorns, I suppose,
they'd not do much for our repose...
And I'm not sure 'bout those hard rocks
so pull...
#inspirational
#rhyming
#fiction
#historical
#nonfiction
117 reads
4 Comments
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Poem Published
9th Feb 2024 9:25pm
9th Feb 2024 9:25pm
Mother of all Feasties
In days of Yore when knights were bold
and shopping was mostly, local,
the huswifes chores or so I'm told
we're pretty much all, in total...
She'd scrub and boil and mend and make
and grub out the mangle wurtzles,
and mill and milk and brew and bake
and make soup from poor dead turtles.
She'd brew and bake with Godisgoode
those indigenous wild yeasties,
that can be found world round my loves
to make the Mother of all, feasties...
and shopping was mostly, local,
the huswifes chores or so I'm told
we're pretty much all, in total...
She'd scrub and boil and mend and make
and grub out the mangle wurtzles,
and mill and milk and brew and bake
and make soup from poor dead turtles.
She'd brew and bake with Godisgoode
those indigenous wild yeasties,
that can be found world round my loves
to make the Mother of all, feasties...
#alcohol
#food
#fiction
#historical
#nonfiction
116 reads
6 Comments
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Poem Published
4th Feb 2024 9:34am
4th Feb 2024 9:34am
The Blankety Blank Song
I knew an engineer and before he died,
Ah-rump, titty-rump, titty-rump,
I knew an engineer and before he died,
told me a tale and opened my eyes wide
Ah-rump, titty-rump, titty-rump,
I knew an engineer and before he died,
he told me a tale and opened my eyes wide
and I've no reason to believe he lied.
Ah-rump, titty-rump, titty-rump,
Ah-rump, titty-rump, titty-rump.
He had a wife with a blank so wide,
Ah-rump, titty-rump, titty-rump,
He had a wife with a blank so wide,
Ah-rump, titty-rump,...
Ah-rump, titty-rump, titty-rump,
I knew an engineer and before he died,
told me a tale and opened my eyes wide
Ah-rump, titty-rump, titty-rump,
I knew an engineer and before he died,
he told me a tale and opened my eyes wide
and I've no reason to believe he lied.
Ah-rump, titty-rump, titty-rump,
Ah-rump, titty-rump, titty-rump.
He had a wife with a blank so wide,
Ah-rump, titty-rump, titty-rump,
He had a wife with a blank so wide,
Ah-rump, titty-rump,...
#rhyming
#fiction
#lyrics
#funny
#historical
170 reads
4 Comments
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Poem Published
3rd Feb 2024 6:04pm
3rd Feb 2024 6:04pm
Mrs Shakespeare, gripes
Your pen has admirable addictions '
writes Will's goodwife ' for a batchelorship,
you clutch tight, employment's invitation,
me? Mere kitchenwenched to your brats, gossiped
By fly-bitten lewdsters, my name besmirched
in Shottery, birthplace of Susanna,
you may mind, when we were but six month wed!
I've tried honeytonguing you and pander
...
writes Will's goodwife ' for a batchelorship,
you clutch tight, employment's invitation,
me? Mere kitchenwenched to your brats, gossiped
By fly-bitten lewdsters, my name besmirched
in Shottery, birthplace of Susanna,
you may mind, when we were but six month wed!
I've tried honeytonguing you and pander
...
#fiction
#sonnet
#historical
#WilliamShakespeare
#nonfiction
112 reads
2 Comments
TheOralizer
Poem Published
24th Jan 2024 3:25pm
24th Jan 2024 3:25pm
I AM NOT ALL MY POEMS
I continually marvel how
there is a tendency to equate
or judge poets to be what they
write about. I plead not guilty
to that charge. Rarely, if ever
"I am what or who I write about."
I once read there are 168 poetry
writing styles. In college I was
taught there were 29.
I know most forms of literature
has a way of drawing the reader
into the text creating opinions,
and even identity and pros and
cons conclusion about the writer.
I, as most of us tend to do, draw
on personal observations, imaginary ...
there is a tendency to equate
or judge poets to be what they
write about. I plead not guilty
to that charge. Rarely, if ever
"I am what or who I write about."
I once read there are 168 poetry
writing styles. In college I was
taught there were 29.
I know most forms of literature
has a way of drawing the reader
into the text creating opinions,
and even identity and pros and
cons conclusion about the writer.
I, as most of us tend to do, draw
on personal observations, imaginary ...
#romantic
#inspirational
#fiction
#narrative
#confessional
205 reads
6 Comments
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Poem Published
13th Jan 2024 6:50pm
13th Jan 2024 6:50pm
Richard III
I need a new arch-villain to rouse me
from my foppish slugabed addiction,
to castigate my fist, grown right weary
through my poor lacklustre, ruminations.
Though who, matters not, batty or bloodstained.
I've a Prince in mind, Richard of Gloucester,
malicious and twisted, hunchbacked, at pains
to elbow his way, brutally, to power...
With two wee bairns entowered, to wrench hearts,
the inconvenient fact of a wife,
to shed, to warm his feet at the kings hearth,
with a bloody final...
from my foppish slugabed addiction,
to castigate my fist, grown right weary
through my poor lacklustre, ruminations.
Though who, matters not, batty or bloodstained.
I've a Prince in mind, Richard of Gloucester,
malicious and twisted, hunchbacked, at pains
to elbow his way, brutally, to power...
With two wee bairns entowered, to wrench hearts,
the inconvenient fact of a wife,
to shed, to warm his feet at the kings hearth,
with a bloody final...
#fiction
#sonnet
#historical
#WilliamShakespeare
#nonfiction
134 reads
2 Comments
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
12th Jan 2024 11:17am
12th Jan 2024 11:17am
Sweet Promises and Lies
there's hope in trusting hearts
when a promise is made
hope's flame begins to burn
wanting to believe words
when another speaks
when promises are tenderly said
we're eager to open our mind
believing in the words another speaks
with so much trust we give
believing that each sweet words
are truth from a pure heart
we feel the love's heat
every vow is like a gold band
a bond that seems to tighten
with every touch and kisses
we begin to stand through storm
and through the turbulences of life ...
when a promise is made
hope's flame begins to burn
wanting to believe words
when another speaks
when promises are tenderly said
we're eager to open our mind
believing in the words another speaks
with so much trust we give
believing that each sweet words
are truth from a pure heart
we feel the love's heat
every vow is like a gold band
a bond that seems to tighten
with every touch and kisses
we begin to stand through storm
and through the turbulences of life ...
#lies
#betrayal
#fiction
177 reads
4 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2024 7:40pm
2nd Jan 2024 7:40pm
light reading
Light reading
We are striding into the new year with news
of an earthquake that got people to sit up instead
of slumping on the sofa watching a Netflix
banalities
Inundated with film, one realizes most of them are hastily put together and consist of a dramatic fight
scenes, the hero wins and gets the girl.
This morning, the news again focused on Japan
a plane landing collided with a stationary plane
five people were killed, which was lucky
we give great press by airport accidents
Ten people dead in a motorway accident have not ...
We are striding into the new year with news
of an earthquake that got people to sit up instead
of slumping on the sofa watching a Netflix
banalities
Inundated with film, one realizes most of them are hastily put together and consist of a dramatic fight
scenes, the hero wins and gets the girl.
This morning, the news again focused on Japan
a plane landing collided with a stationary plane
five people were killed, which was lucky
we give great press by airport accidents
Ten people dead in a motorway accident have not ...
#gothic
#inspirational
#fiction
#Fanfiction
#confessional
176 reads
0 Comments
Rew
Poem Published
31st Dec 2023 7:07pm
31st Dec 2023 7:07pm
The Old School
Round the granite dressed Carr Academy
in right grandly titled Woodhouse hill road,
a host of terraced houses neighbourly
nestled, back-to-back, side-by-side and dozed...
On lift of latch, brass-bell of Ramsden's shop
would clang, to tell folk shop might make a sale,
and growl of steel clad wheels and sharp clip-clop
as brewer's dray, carted Bay Horse some ales.
But come four-of-the-clock great...
in right grandly titled Woodhouse hill road,
a host of terraced houses neighbourly
nestled, back-to-back, side-by-side and dozed...
On lift of latch, brass-bell of Ramsden's shop
would clang, to tell folk shop might make a sale,
and growl of steel clad wheels and sharp clip-clop
as brewer's dray, carted Bay Horse some ales.
But come four-of-the-clock great...
#sonnet
#family
#fiction
#historical
#nonfiction
106 reads
0 Comments
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Poem Published
30th Dec 2023 11:21am
30th Dec 2023 11:21am
Of My Next Life
Of my next life's incarnation
so my tea-bags divination
tells me, I'll be a mote of dust,
in dark Cosmo's nothingness
sleeping peacefully, the mindless one.
But such it is if spin's begun
I Shall Be the attractive one,
pulling other motes as I must
to my next life...
Mote by mote time's slow accretion
spinning fast to nuclear fusion,
crammed crushed shrunk in magnetic lust
till at long last, ( tea-bags I trust)
I burst out aflame, Ra, the Sun ...
so my tea-bags divination
tells me, I'll be a mote of dust,
in dark Cosmo's nothingness
sleeping peacefully, the mindless one.
But such it is if spin's begun
I Shall Be the attractive one,
pulling other motes as I must
to my next life...
Mote by mote time's slow accretion
spinning fast to nuclear fusion,
crammed crushed shrunk in magnetic lust
till at long last, ( tea-bags I trust)
I burst out aflame, Ra, the Sun ...
#dreams
#science
#rebirth #fiction
#rebirth #fiction
115 reads
1 Comment
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Poem Published
28th Dec 2023 6:16pm
28th Dec 2023 6:16pm
Et Tu, Brute? Et Tu...
You too Brutus, you too, in this deed
to make your Caesar's mortal self to bleed,
see, his cloak, drawn across his eyes
better blackness seen as Caesar dies
than iron blades such friendship breeds...
Tonight a widow wears her weeds
think on this and on your fears feed
before long Caesar's ghost will cry
You too, Brutus!
Harken, Mercury's swift winged heels
come as guide to feed Charon's needs,
to boat Caesar down the Styx this night
from this unkindest cut, I breathe my last sigh,
for friends, your enemies will...
to make your Caesar's mortal self to bleed,
see, his cloak, drawn across his eyes
better blackness seen as Caesar dies
than iron blades such friendship breeds...
Tonight a widow wears her weeds
think on this and on your fears feed
before long Caesar's ghost will cry
You too, Brutus!
Harken, Mercury's swift winged heels
come as guide to feed Charon's needs,
to boat Caesar down the Styx this night
from this unkindest cut, I breathe my last sigh,
for friends, your enemies will...
#rhyming
#fiction
#historical
#WilliamShakespeare
#nonfiction
111 reads
4 Comments
Rew
Poem Published
27th Dec 2023 8:29pm
27th Dec 2023 8:29pm
Macbeth a tragedy
I have ruminated my Holinshed
not idleheaded as in fairyland,
but stern employment and in fullhearted
hobnob with the past to put to my hand
a play, master Holinshed, obliged me.
And a right cruelhearted play at that,
to sharp out-herod's killing roguery
a Scott's King's murder an', all that, begat....
I shall out, out, pen's honey-tongued humour
to metamorphize to foul bloodyness,
to silence my groundling's jaded clangour
and turn rivals to...
not idleheaded as in fairyland,
but stern employment and in fullhearted
hobnob with the past to put to my hand
a play, master Holinshed, obliged me.
And a right cruelhearted play at that,
to sharp out-herod's killing roguery
a Scott's King's murder an', all that, begat....
I shall out, out, pen's honey-tongued humour
to metamorphize to foul bloodyness,
to silence my groundling's jaded clangour
and turn rivals to...
#fiction
#sonnet
#historical #WilliamShakespeare
#historical #WilliamShakespeare
125 reads
4 Comments
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