Submissions by Viddax (Lord Viddax)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
In my spare time I have been known to end pointless threads with a quick kill. And rare than that is when I write poetry.
Crumpets for A
Dear Lilly-white lady,
It seems I had little choice in this meeting as it was nothing more than an ambush at best.
While you peruse my supposed dark screaming volume and talk about brute force and violence I am already off daydreaming about romance. Forever a coward that way in the flesh, but bold and brash behind a mask. Although I very much like your company and the attention I would rather trade in those rosy lens for some rosy lips or rosy hair. A dragon of a dame whose breath brings fire to my steel soul to meld it in passion and boils my deep dark watery mind to bring...
It seems I had little choice in this meeting as it was nothing more than an ambush at best.
While you peruse my supposed dark screaming volume and talk about brute force and violence I am already off daydreaming about romance. Forever a coward that way in the flesh, but bold and brash behind a mask. Although I very much like your company and the attention I would rather trade in those rosy lens for some rosy lips or rosy hair. A dragon of a dame whose breath brings fire to my steel soul to meld it in passion and boils my deep dark watery mind to bring...
74 reads
Dear delicious Devilish
Dear delicious Devilish
Our vicious great devilfish,
Diving deep to dig a gem
then sweep us sweet off our feet.
Enough of the overtures!
Rough is what you commanded
rough and hot you'll recieve
while you strut your flirty stuff,
via the butt as you want
some sex slave shall rutt and rutt.
Though whatever you will is
in defiance the thrill is.
So make merry: rape the queen
maybe Case can tape the scene
edit,credit: pilfer her
and play on the silver screen.
Turn the tables, flip her off
Grab some cables get it on....
Our vicious great devilfish,
Diving deep to dig a gem
then sweep us sweet off our feet.
Enough of the overtures!
Rough is what you commanded
rough and hot you'll recieve
while you strut your flirty stuff,
via the butt as you want
some sex slave shall rutt and rutt.
Though whatever you will is
in defiance the thrill is.
So make merry: rape the queen
maybe Case can tape the scene
edit,credit: pilfer her
and play on the silver screen.
Turn the tables, flip her off
Grab some cables get it on....
113 reads
6 Comments
The Twelve colours of Xerosiane
Gold is my hue a colour so bold
Herald of fortune since old
Master me and my realm of time
And you shall always be a prime.
Silver is of logic and steel
All knowledge is our ideal
Metal are we body and mind
Creator designed and assigned.
Red is for passion and fire
Sleep we smoulder but raise in ire
We remain restrained unless stoked
Then become a dragon provoked.
Brown is the worked and laboured earth
The true test of a person's worth
Diligent and loyal to you
Hands on and hardy through and through.
Green is...
Herald of fortune since old
Master me and my realm of time
And you shall always be a prime.
Silver is of logic and steel
All knowledge is our ideal
Metal are we body and mind
Creator designed and assigned.
Red is for passion and fire
Sleep we smoulder but raise in ire
We remain restrained unless stoked
Then become a dragon provoked.
Brown is the worked and laboured earth
The true test of a person's worth
Diligent and loyal to you
Hands on and hardy through and through.
Green is...
88 reads
1 Comment
Trappings and Strappings
"I think women are sexy when they got some clothes on. And if later they take them off then you've triumphed." - Groucho Marx
To me nude is simply crude
without some tease,
trappings and strappings
are sure to please.
Let me enjoy your look first
undress you with my eyes
a few glances and movements
make the swordman rise.
And since silence is golden
add ropes and a gag
for restraint is boundless
like a thorough shag.
Give me a few tied wriggles
a sweet muffled moan;
to which my bodily reply
is your...
To me nude is simply crude
without some tease,
trappings and strappings
are sure to please.
Let me enjoy your look first
undress you with my eyes
a few glances and movements
make the swordman rise.
And since silence is golden
add ropes and a gag
for restraint is boundless
like a thorough shag.
Give me a few tied wriggles
a sweet muffled moan;
to which my bodily reply
is your...
182 reads
2 Comments
No missed calls while the wallpaper peels
Is the world calling?
There is just a dead tone
when I answer.
So maybe it didn't call after all?
And that's my world in a nutshell.
Waiting for a call
a rallying cry
a roar to action
an invitation to the party
a sudden crisis
or a happy happenstance.
But it's just a case of sitting by the phone
while the wallpaper of my soul peels,
as the mad world tumbles by the window.
Why does it have to be one-way anyway,
noboy quite knows.
And sure, I could try to open the door ...
There is just a dead tone
when I answer.
So maybe it didn't call after all?
And that's my world in a nutshell.
Waiting for a call
a rallying cry
a roar to action
an invitation to the party
a sudden crisis
or a happy happenstance.
But it's just a case of sitting by the phone
while the wallpaper of my soul peels,
as the mad world tumbles by the window.
Why does it have to be one-way anyway,
noboy quite knows.
And sure, I could try to open the door ...
167 reads
20 Comments
Dnaltiwkcuf
I induce a tale or two
For nonsense verse true,
Grable the cable
Fold the table
Pull down a floor
And draw the door
Tell ye all of Dnaltiwkcuf
While on hot words I puff.
Listen there to you
As the clocks moo,
While I speak of a world:
The cuboid home so curled
Where mortals perambulate
By curved horizens straight
Richlings ruffle in glee
As with coins worry flee
Yet poorlings are bled
Their bones make bread
And lollings spake thus
Of empty twittering fuss.
For in this land ...
For nonsense verse true,
Grable the cable
Fold the table
Pull down a floor
And draw the door
Tell ye all of Dnaltiwkcuf
While on hot words I puff.
Listen there to you
As the clocks moo,
While I speak of a world:
The cuboid home so curled
Where mortals perambulate
By curved horizens straight
Richlings ruffle in glee
As with coins worry flee
Yet poorlings are bled
Their bones make bread
And lollings spake thus
Of empty twittering fuss.
For in this land ...
123 reads
9 Comments
A Lack of Kings
Write some words of wonder
Or poems about faded highs.
The kings are all dead
They left DU to its demise.
Pretenders all to the throne
Call themselves the king;
And a poetic genius,
Isn't that an absurd thing?
The king's aren't in the building
Crafting out their art;
Yet the queens are all here
But cannot take part.
The trolls invaded the forum
Spreading hateful angry dissent
When down came permanent bans
But not before the kings all went.
The kings are all gone or dead
They left all they despised....
Or poems about faded highs.
The kings are all dead
They left DU to its demise.
Pretenders all to the throne
Call themselves the king;
And a poetic genius,
Isn't that an absurd thing?
The king's aren't in the building
Crafting out their art;
Yet the queens are all here
But cannot take part.
The trolls invaded the forum
Spreading hateful angry dissent
When down came permanent bans
But not before the kings all went.
The kings are all gone or dead
They left all they despised....
118 reads
13 Comments
Tata to Dada, Goodbye to Nelson Mandela
Africa and the world
say tata to Dada
Goodbye to Nelson Mandela,
with tears in their eyes.
Tears out of sadness but also out of joy.
People all over celebrate
his life and what he stands for.
And now he is where no jail can hold him
but where our actions can reach out to him,
where all hands are open.
From the light of his life
we can keep the flame of freedom alive.
The Sun can never set on such a profound legacy.
From prisoner to president:
It always seem impossible until it is done.
Rest in Peace,
You...
say tata to Dada
Goodbye to Nelson Mandela,
with tears in their eyes.
Tears out of sadness but also out of joy.
People all over celebrate
his life and what he stands for.
And now he is where no jail can hold him
but where our actions can reach out to him,
where all hands are open.
From the light of his life
we can keep the flame of freedom alive.
The Sun can never set on such a profound legacy.
From prisoner to president:
It always seem impossible until it is done.
Rest in Peace,
You...
255 reads
13 Comments
Of that I'm sure
What do I know for sure?
Let me tell you of what I'm sure
I know that the Sun still shines all night long
And that people can work together
As it is no longer just survival of the strong,
That romance and chivalry are not utterly dead
Thanks to more than a brave few
And people still follow their heart and head.
I know that love can last eternal
Friendship and bonds forever
And deep faith kept internal,
That happiness can be completely free
And to truly succeed in life
You don't always need a fancy...
Let me tell you of what I'm sure
I know that the Sun still shines all night long
And that people can work together
As it is no longer just survival of the strong,
That romance and chivalry are not utterly dead
Thanks to more than a brave few
And people still follow their heart and head.
I know that love can last eternal
Friendship and bonds forever
And deep faith kept internal,
That happiness can be completely free
And to truly succeed in life
You don't always need a fancy...
105 reads
5 Comments
Keep it Simple for Mr Stupid
I don't seem to keep up anymore.
Just not getting the gem
hidden in other people's poetry.
I am:
Angry and frustrated.
Depressed.
Getting nowhere.
All the rage and void but nothing else.
I try to keep it all simple
So why is everyting complicated?
Just give me someone to follow.
Keeping calm, but why carry on?
Just not getting the gem
hidden in other people's poetry.
I am:
Angry and frustrated.
Depressed.
Getting nowhere.
All the rage and void but nothing else.
I try to keep it all simple
So why is everyting complicated?
Just give me someone to follow.
Keeping calm, but why carry on?
84 reads
7 Comments
All dressed up and no place to go
Well Hello there
Mr Mannequin.
That shirt and trousers combo
sure suits you.
You look so relaxed or ready
as though the clothes were made to fit
Not quite my style though.
I would look you in the eye
but you wouldn't look back
or still look ever inward to the blank walls,
while eternally bathed in the spotlight.
Maybe profound thoughts do rattle around
in your perfect empty head.
So maybe not all models are air heads,
but your face sure is pure plastic.
No price is too high for the shirt off your back
though the...
Mr Mannequin.
That shirt and trousers combo
sure suits you.
You look so relaxed or ready
as though the clothes were made to fit
Not quite my style though.
I would look you in the eye
but you wouldn't look back
or still look ever inward to the blank walls,
while eternally bathed in the spotlight.
Maybe profound thoughts do rattle around
in your perfect empty head.
So maybe not all models are air heads,
but your face sure is pure plastic.
No price is too high for the shirt off your back
though the...
77 reads
7 Comments
I just don't believe in words anymore
I just don't believe in words anymore
as there is nothing to say.
They used to be
my reason to be
My wonderful myriad paramour.
These days it's not the same,
Hollow words
to echo on the page
but not in my heart.
So forgive me when I say
I just don't believe in words anymore
As I can no longer command
these legions of letters.
Or orchestrate them into a symphony
to make the page dance
and emotions sing:
To me words are just a thing.
as there is nothing to say.
They used to be
my reason to be
My wonderful myriad paramour.
These days it's not the same,
Hollow words
to echo on the page
but not in my heart.
So forgive me when I say
I just don't believe in words anymore
As I can no longer command
these legions of letters.
Or orchestrate them into a symphony
to make the page dance
and emotions sing:
To me words are just a thing.
93 reads
9 Comments
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