Submissions by SonofHowarth
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Writing poetry since I was sixteen and placed in the top five of a regional competition. My writing is inspired by various genres. It has evolved from hate, anger and isolation to a more spiritual approach.
GO BIG RED!
Lincoln Streets beat.
A community meets.
As warriors in pads, helmets and roman sandals equipped with cleats thunder from the tunnel as boys become men on the football field.
The modern day colliseium of Memorial stadium fills with the swathe of red.
Every seat is an atrium filled with the passion of Nebraskans.
Game day Saturday sees Titanic struggles of Cornhuskers and Buffaloes and a wave of a crimson tide that crashes onto cornfields
To sometimes saturate but never sweep away.
And the legendary name of coach Osborne echoes down the colliegete halls that...
A community meets.
As warriors in pads, helmets and roman sandals equipped with cleats thunder from the tunnel as boys become men on the football field.
The modern day colliseium of Memorial stadium fills with the swathe of red.
Every seat is an atrium filled with the passion of Nebraskans.
Game day Saturday sees Titanic struggles of Cornhuskers and Buffaloes and a wave of a crimson tide that crashes onto cornfields
To sometimes saturate but never sweep away.
And the legendary name of coach Osborne echoes down the colliegete halls that...
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College Gameday
Naysayer's talk of no culture.
But they fail to understand.
how communities come together
with their chosen side.
for on any given college gameday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday.
Be they Hokie, Aggie, Husker or Crimson Tide.
everyone bands together to wear their colours with pride.
It is wholesome, amazing and the world over unmatched that a university is supported with such intensity.
Something so pure in state identity affording such great culural history.
And something to be proud of.
A cornerstone of heritage where education and sports meet...
But they fail to understand.
how communities come together
with their chosen side.
for on any given college gameday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday.
Be they Hokie, Aggie, Husker or Crimson Tide.
everyone bands together to wear their colours with pride.
It is wholesome, amazing and the world over unmatched that a university is supported with such intensity.
Something so pure in state identity affording such great culural history.
And something to be proud of.
A cornerstone of heritage where education and sports meet...
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Un-Civilisation
Society is a wheel that does not spin.
“I’m good, I’m safe”.
“I’ve got what I need”.
Stuck in my collective pocket
“I’m good, I’m safe”.
“I’ve got what I need”.
“I’m safe, you’re screwed”
Societies wheel will not go.
All the spokes are broke.
The frame is bent out of shape
We’re out for what we can get.
Nuts to the rest.
“I’ve got mine”.
“Gonna get there first”.
“As you hope you get yours”.
The glue that forms the bonds of societies fabric will not hold.
“One for all and all for me”.
Our fragile, ultimately...
“I’m good, I’m safe”.
“I’ve got what I need”.
Stuck in my collective pocket
“I’m good, I’m safe”.
“I’ve got what I need”.
“I’m safe, you’re screwed”
Societies wheel will not go.
All the spokes are broke.
The frame is bent out of shape
We’re out for what we can get.
Nuts to the rest.
“I’ve got mine”.
“Gonna get there first”.
“As you hope you get yours”.
The glue that forms the bonds of societies fabric will not hold.
“One for all and all for me”.
Our fragile, ultimately...
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Suicide Girls
Dying little deaths over vivid shades of black and red.
Rising spurts over mythic names and bespectacled vixens in a gothic Eden.
Longing to be the ink that soaks alternative skin that would tempt even an archangel.
This naked artistry conceived by God and practiced by fallen angels.
With this heavenly devilry female power has broken the chains of centuries of domination by men.
Now who controls masculinity when the thoughts run deep of delving into each colourful flower?
Sticky stigmata through a fibre optic web a cultivation by potent female fauna with pierced...
Rising spurts over mythic names and bespectacled vixens in a gothic Eden.
Longing to be the ink that soaks alternative skin that would tempt even an archangel.
This naked artistry conceived by God and practiced by fallen angels.
With this heavenly devilry female power has broken the chains of centuries of domination by men.
Now who controls masculinity when the thoughts run deep of delving into each colourful flower?
Sticky stigmata through a fibre optic web a cultivation by potent female fauna with pierced...
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The Ring
Titanium crafted into unity for the betrothed.
Cyclic and strong.
To have and to hold and subsequently destroyed by a usurper.
The intended matrimony broken and dying a Mersey death.
A desired visiting place.
Her final resting place.
With her aqueous affinity now whole.
Written by SonofHowarth
© 2011 SonofHowarth All Rights Reserved
(From the collection “Jenny”)
Cyclic and strong.
To have and to hold and subsequently destroyed by a usurper.
The intended matrimony broken and dying a Mersey death.
A desired visiting place.
Her final resting place.
With her aqueous affinity now whole.
Written by SonofHowarth
© 2011 SonofHowarth All Rights Reserved
(From the collection “Jenny”)
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Whoop De Do f**k!
WHOOP DE DO FUCK
We bicker
We fight
We bang
We shout
We howl
We cut each other down
We curse
We stomp
We walk away
We cry
We spend the night apart
We wake and take umbrage
We argue
We talk of our demise
We scream ourselves hoarse
But of course we love
And all is forgotten
Ever harsh word
From fall out to falling around
Eruptions turned to delightful chuckles
With those daft words
When you said “Whoop De Do Fuck”
Written by SonofHowarth
© 2011 SonofHowarth All Rights Reserved....
We bicker
We fight
We bang
We shout
We howl
We cut each other down
We curse
We stomp
We walk away
We cry
We spend the night apart
We wake and take umbrage
We argue
We talk of our demise
We scream ourselves hoarse
But of course we love
And all is forgotten
Ever harsh word
From fall out to falling around
Eruptions turned to delightful chuckles
With those daft words
When you said “Whoop De Do Fuck”
Written by SonofHowarth
© 2011 SonofHowarth All Rights Reserved....
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Freedom Going, Going....Gone
Freedom slipping from grasp as a new error begins.
Freedom is finished.
A house of figureheads.
United Kingdom divided and conquered.
Freedom is discontinued with power centralization.
Freedoms banner, the flag frayed.
Sliced into strips by bureaucracies knife.
Freedom was life, yet all we have strived and fought for was forfeited.
Faceless lands forged by silence and inaction of a new generation of people.
Incarcerated by celestial shapes of gold and the colour blue.
Freedom is going, going…..gone.
Written by SonofHowarth © 2005 All Rights...
Freedom is finished.
A house of figureheads.
United Kingdom divided and conquered.
Freedom is discontinued with power centralization.
Freedoms banner, the flag frayed.
Sliced into strips by bureaucracies knife.
Freedom was life, yet all we have strived and fought for was forfeited.
Faceless lands forged by silence and inaction of a new generation of people.
Incarcerated by celestial shapes of gold and the colour blue.
Freedom is going, going…..gone.
Written by SonofHowarth © 2005 All Rights...
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Eyes Of Despair
The sentinels on duty and awake.
Marching inside the sockets of the soul.
As I’m still awake I begin to break.
My soul is dyeing the colour of coal.
Visualising, gazing at the end.
It’s a pictorial prophecy of doom.
Human made evil I can’t comprehend.
A salt-water shroud that gives rise to gloom.
I foresee a world that will crash and burn.
The guardians’ tire and close the souls door.
No way back from the brink, we cannot learn.
Despondent brown orbs cannot take anymore.
Lie now I in slumber, my only friend.
Death is more valuable than life,...
Marching inside the sockets of the soul.
As I’m still awake I begin to break.
My soul is dyeing the colour of coal.
Visualising, gazing at the end.
It’s a pictorial prophecy of doom.
Human made evil I can’t comprehend.
A salt-water shroud that gives rise to gloom.
I foresee a world that will crash and burn.
The guardians’ tire and close the souls door.
No way back from the brink, we cannot learn.
Despondent brown orbs cannot take anymore.
Lie now I in slumber, my only friend.
Death is more valuable than life,...
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Hooker In A Brothel
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Mob Mentality
Gut the gutless.
Let’s string ‘em up.
The law is in our hands.
And they’re drenched in blood.
Go on a rampage.
Let’s make the front page.
Get on the T.V.
The best of the freaks.
The strongest of the weak.
Mob Mentality.
‘Cause mobs are cool.
Mob Mentality.
Oiks rule.
We’ll decide what vengeance to reap.
We’re no better than the people we seek.
Foreign objects.
A National scandal.
Jerks show up for the cameras.
Let’s waste the waster.
To make ourselves feel better.
Controlling the others.
‘Cause we...
Let’s string ‘em up.
The law is in our hands.
And they’re drenched in blood.
Go on a rampage.
Let’s make the front page.
Get on the T.V.
The best of the freaks.
The strongest of the weak.
Mob Mentality.
‘Cause mobs are cool.
Mob Mentality.
Oiks rule.
We’ll decide what vengeance to reap.
We’re no better than the people we seek.
Foreign objects.
A National scandal.
Jerks show up for the cameras.
Let’s waste the waster.
To make ourselves feel better.
Controlling the others.
‘Cause we...
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A New Day
A golden shaft sets alight a brightening sky and soon the void shall be filled.
Dispersing and immersing a deathly dark, a baptism by sunlight.
The breaking of dawn sets about burning the swirling evading clouds.
Bringing in its wake a new life from black night : The symbolic wringing of a red-hawks neck.
Prevailing blue surrounds us all as the orchestra of nature begins to play.
The shadows cast are now swept away.
There are rumbles of life on a new day.
New births emerge from last nights deaths to replenish and add to the drum of heartbeats.
Golden heat...
Dispersing and immersing a deathly dark, a baptism by sunlight.
The breaking of dawn sets about burning the swirling evading clouds.
Bringing in its wake a new life from black night : The symbolic wringing of a red-hawks neck.
Prevailing blue surrounds us all as the orchestra of nature begins to play.
The shadows cast are now swept away.
There are rumbles of life on a new day.
New births emerge from last nights deaths to replenish and add to the drum of heartbeats.
Golden heat...
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A Change Is Coming
Darkness lays, as sentences of former days fall as ash to cover everything black.
Nothing grows from what has been sown in the still and sombre night.
Yet in the dark recesses of us all and the distance since “Knight Fall” hope arrives to slash the black with a blazing scythe of light.
From a small tear of luminescent glare something prepares to return offering hope to all.
A change is coming the searchlight of god shines upon our Earth.
Rekindling all that was lost into glorious rebirth.
For better or worse providence has provided a second chance for...
Nothing grows from what has been sown in the still and sombre night.
Yet in the dark recesses of us all and the distance since “Knight Fall” hope arrives to slash the black with a blazing scythe of light.
From a small tear of luminescent glare something prepares to return offering hope to all.
A change is coming the searchlight of god shines upon our Earth.
Rekindling all that was lost into glorious rebirth.
For better or worse providence has provided a second chance for...
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