Submissions by Rew
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Yo
What are you folks to him, you maga crowd,
you duped rioters, you duped stymied gop,
just toilet paper, for crying out loud,
You, the soldier ants, right, right, beetle-browed
you desperate sad and blank-minded lot,
what are you folks to him, you maga crowd?
You, the grifted he leeched on, you the cowed,
as long as you pay he cares not one jot,
just toilet paper for crying out loud,
But sometimes Freudian truths ring out loud
"This Disgusting Sham Politician! " what?
what, are you folks to him, you maga crowd,...
you duped rioters, you duped stymied gop,
just toilet paper, for crying out loud,
You, the soldier ants, right, right, beetle-browed
you desperate sad and blank-minded lot,
what are you folks to him, you maga crowd?
You, the grifted he leeched on, you the cowed,
as long as you pay he cares not one jot,
just toilet paper for crying out loud,
But sometimes Freudian truths ring out loud
"This Disgusting Sham Politician! " what?
what, are you folks to him, you maga crowd,...
#corruption
#rhyming
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I'm a Wonderer, Yeah, a Wonderer...
I wonder what folk see behind these scenes
is it a kin of " What the butler Saw "
on modern electronic sites as these,
Do they take tea in a staff canteen
and gossip an fall about with great guffaws,
I wonder what folk see behind these scenes?
Do they thank the heavens for such machines
and giggle at some fools latest faux pas,
on modern electronic sites like these,
Am I, are we, being seen through our screens
by some Wizards of Oz with all their flaws,
I wonder what folk see, behind these scenes?
...
is it a kin of " What the butler Saw "
on modern electronic sites as these,
Do they take tea in a staff canteen
and gossip an fall about with great guffaws,
I wonder what folk see behind these scenes?
Do they thank the heavens for such machines
and giggle at some fools latest faux pas,
on modern electronic sites like these,
Am I, are we, being seen through our screens
by some Wizards of Oz with all their flaws,
I wonder what folk see, behind these scenes?
...
#villanelle
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Blueday Rising
Are you saying sorry now
to all the folk inside your head,
for all the rotten stuff you did
but it too late now, 'cause they be dead?
Sorry, sorry, to my mother
sorry, sorry, to Papa too,
saying sorry to that old neighbour
for all the rottenness inside you.
And the brother and the sister
god, I dare not go there,
and how the hate of self rising
up is almost too much to bear...
And when I am gone, gone so far away
from all the rotten things I've said and done,
will folk say sorry to...
to all the folk inside your head,
for all the rotten stuff you did
but it too late now, 'cause they be dead?
Sorry, sorry, to my mother
sorry, sorry, to Papa too,
saying sorry to that old neighbour
for all the rottenness inside you.
And the brother and the sister
god, I dare not go there,
and how the hate of self rising
up is almost too much to bear...
And when I am gone, gone so far away
from all the rotten things I've said and done,
will folk say sorry to...
#rhyming
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They sure Schooled me
Twas at the Carr academy
all stately dressed in stone,
cupola's gleamed on the roofs bright sheen
my tale began alone.
The click and gleam on parquet floor
brass shines and polish scent,
the O so high of varnished door
but the teachers all hell bent.
The head she was a kindly soul
she took me on her knee,
to show her alter mater role
but her staff shewed disdain of me.
Disdainful of me needs you know
too aloof to teach,
each disdainful act a blow
destroyed a child's belief.
Destroyed a...
all stately dressed in stone,
cupola's gleamed on the roofs bright sheen
my tale began alone.
The click and gleam on parquet floor
brass shines and polish scent,
the O so high of varnished door
but the teachers all hell bent.
The head she was a kindly soul
she took me on her knee,
to show her alter mater role
but her staff shewed disdain of me.
Disdainful of me needs you know
too aloof to teach,
each disdainful act a blow
destroyed a child's belief.
Destroyed a...
#rhyming
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3 Comments
Epitaph
Here lies poor Rew
A would be poet?
But still, now I can tell it,
Rew, rhymes with, you...
A would be poet?
But still, now I can tell it,
Rew, rhymes with, you...
#rhyming
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A trumpism?
There's gonna be trump's thugs near polling booths
just like trump's gop thugs at trump's trial,
attempting to pervert folk's voting truths
Prowling round, armed with guns, scowls, oaths, uncouth
full of hate, stoked by trump's venomous bile,
there's gonna be trump's thugs near polling booths,
Their convicted-in-chief of foul abuse
complete with corrupting cowardly guile,
attempting to pervert folks voting truths
Ready to propagate more vile untruths
in his sick mind his thugs shriek...
just like trump's gop thugs at trump's trial,
attempting to pervert folk's voting truths
Prowling round, armed with guns, scowls, oaths, uncouth
full of hate, stoked by trump's venomous bile,
there's gonna be trump's thugs near polling booths,
Their convicted-in-chief of foul abuse
complete with corrupting cowardly guile,
attempting to pervert folks voting truths
Ready to propagate more vile untruths
in his sick mind his thugs shriek...
#villanelle
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My stoney heart
How sly she is, in her own sure way,
she bids me, stay! she shouts me, go!
then winds around me then my mind prays
to argue forever in this way, although,
When my girl smiles at me
with teeth so strong so white so sharp,
that when I'm vexed with this she,
I will her. " Bite me through my stoney heart."
she bids me, stay! she shouts me, go!
then winds around me then my mind prays
to argue forever in this way, although,
When my girl smiles at me
with teeth so strong so white so sharp,
that when I'm vexed with this she,
I will her. " Bite me through my stoney heart."
#rhyming
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Speaking Wordless
She was speaking wordless
conversed an unfamiliar way,
and I, I heard less,
the more she had to say.
She spoke to me of our future
by stance, by glance, by tilt of her head,
but I, caught in some other culture
couldn't get it into my deaf head?
The confusion slowly unravelled.
but time's hand declined to wait,
as it grinds onwards, it revelled,
each tick, a mock, too late, too late...
She comes to mind now, unbidden,
as, when we were young,
but now I can not be rid of
this...
conversed an unfamiliar way,
and I, I heard less,
the more she had to say.
She spoke to me of our future
by stance, by glance, by tilt of her head,
but I, caught in some other culture
couldn't get it into my deaf head?
The confusion slowly unravelled.
but time's hand declined to wait,
as it grinds onwards, it revelled,
each tick, a mock, too late, too late...
She comes to mind now, unbidden,
as, when we were young,
but now I can not be rid of
this...
#rhyming
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The biggest pig pawg in the universe?
The epitome of privileged white guys
this pawg grunting, rutting, around its trough
if this pig can't grift it'll bust the sty
This pig greeds the biggest slice of the pie
I've heard this little piggy's litter scoff,
the epitome of privileged white guys?
Pigs have never been what one might call shy
even in suits their rutting's rough and gross,
if this pig can't grift it'll bust the sty
Some pigs are more equal than others, why,
cos big fat male rutters are seen as, boss,
the...
this pawg grunting, rutting, around its trough
if this pig can't grift it'll bust the sty
This pig greeds the biggest slice of the pie
I've heard this little piggy's litter scoff,
the epitome of privileged white guys?
Pigs have never been what one might call shy
even in suits their rutting's rough and gross,
if this pig can't grift it'll bust the sty
Some pigs are more equal than others, why,
cos big fat male rutters are seen as, boss,
the...
#rhyming
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Remembrance...
Do you recall in sunny days like these
when the brush salesman with his suitcase called,
as sheets on clotheslines dried in the warm breeze,
When onion sellers biked round the streets
the rag and bone man's balloons and his bawl,
do you recall in sunny days like these?
And the tinker with his bribe of a sweet
" bring out your Ma's knives I'll sharp sharp 'em all"
as sheets on clotheslines dried in the warm breeze.
When the coalman's horse got carrots as treats
and hopscotch courts on the pavement...
when the brush salesman with his suitcase called,
as sheets on clotheslines dried in the warm breeze,
When onion sellers biked round the streets
the rag and bone man's balloons and his bawl,
do you recall in sunny days like these?
And the tinker with his bribe of a sweet
" bring out your Ma's knives I'll sharp sharp 'em all"
as sheets on clotheslines dried in the warm breeze.
When the coalman's horse got carrots as treats
and hopscotch courts on the pavement...
#villanelle
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Ode to Will.
O how we ache to ape your dexterous pen
from home to academe and beyond,
advertising addiction once again
fat-witted, keyless to your fairylands.
We've compacted with devils, pilgrimaged
to the dual new place of birth and death,
become churchlike there to be amazed
to breathe air holding mem'ry of your breath.
Enrapt to hobnob where you, honeytongued,
for such gossip I'm a wanton glutton
enhoped to have pen and my words reyounged
to your age, to be kissed with your atoms,
Still sparkling nigh five hundred years...
from home to academe and beyond,
advertising addiction once again
fat-witted, keyless to your fairylands.
We've compacted with devils, pilgrimaged
to the dual new place of birth and death,
become churchlike there to be amazed
to breathe air holding mem'ry of your breath.
Enrapt to hobnob where you, honeytongued,
for such gossip I'm a wanton glutton
enhoped to have pen and my words reyounged
to your age, to be kissed with your atoms,
Still sparkling nigh five hundred years...
#fiction
#historical
#nonfiction
#sonnet
#WilliamShakespeare
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Flying Free
I eat with gusto with panache and belch
and fart as teeth crack crunch and suck marrow,
from bones of my mother's tongue all nigh squelched
within my lexicon, sleeping, fallow...
An alphabetical herd most unheard
words hobbled, clipped-winged, bridled and hamstrung
corralled within my dictionary, tamed,
dusty unused and now, sadly, grown dumb.
I will digest and regurgitate those
not lame, damaged not able to be freed,
into the wild for rhyme and, for some, prose,
the brute the lamb, there they go, flying free... ...
and fart as teeth crack crunch and suck marrow,
from bones of my mother's tongue all nigh squelched
within my lexicon, sleeping, fallow...
An alphabetical herd most unheard
words hobbled, clipped-winged, bridled and hamstrung
corralled within my dictionary, tamed,
dusty unused and now, sadly, grown dumb.
I will digest and regurgitate those
not lame, damaged not able to be freed,
into the wild for rhyme and, for some, prose,
the brute the lamb, there they go, flying free... ...
#sonnet
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