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.
Misplaced monologues
"All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances"
- William Shakespeare, As You Like It, Act II Scene VII
And so I pass across the stage
A royal lord renown for wisdom.
An idol of justice and titan of humanity
- Or so I see myself.
If the world's a stage
Then on most days I'm 'resting'
Far from the action and far from view.
- As if anyone pays any attention to this fool.
I paint pictures in my mind
- And they're beatiful
On a canvas no one can see...
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances"
- William Shakespeare, As You Like It, Act II Scene VII
And so I pass across the stage
A royal lord renown for wisdom.
An idol of justice and titan of humanity
- Or so I see myself.
If the world's a stage
Then on most days I'm 'resting'
Far from the action and far from view.
- As if anyone pays any attention to this fool.
I paint pictures in my mind
- And they're beatiful
On a canvas no one can see...
#hope
#myself
81 reads
5 Comments
Cardinal Sign (Primrose's Cardinal Sign competition)
The fickleness of mind:
Is in my estimation,
The cardinal sign
Of an immortal mind.
That we are still alive
Points inexorably towards
Us as mere baseness;
For we who are alive.
Great minds wander far
Yet focus deeply,
While ours quickly wander;
But cannot focus far.
Is in my estimation,
The cardinal sign
Of an immortal mind.
That we are still alive
Points inexorably towards
Us as mere baseness;
For we who are alive.
Great minds wander far
Yet focus deeply,
While ours quickly wander;
But cannot focus far.
62 reads
2 Comments
How I write about 'em and think of 'em
How should I write about men?
Thousands of years old, or maybe a few centuries,
Not quite the gits and shits
Fucking, drinking, swearing, shitting round today.
Oh no, definitely no.
Great edifices of gentlemaenly behaviour
- the type that say 'what ho!'
as a way of polite greeting
(Rather than a crude insulting treatment of women)
while their muttonstache stands firm in the face of fear.
Heroes of legend in artificed armour
- who wage epic wars
as their spears thrust and parry
with the noble enemy
(Rather than in some drunk big titted...
Thousands of years old, or maybe a few centuries,
Not quite the gits and shits
Fucking, drinking, swearing, shitting round today.
Oh no, definitely no.
Great edifices of gentlemaenly behaviour
- the type that say 'what ho!'
as a way of polite greeting
(Rather than a crude insulting treatment of women)
while their muttonstache stands firm in the face of fear.
Heroes of legend in artificed armour
- who wage epic wars
as their spears thrust and parry
with the noble enemy
(Rather than in some drunk big titted...
83 reads
3 Comments
High early in the wakin' morn (of 1745 at Prestonpans)
High early in the wakin' morn
Did the English come to mourn,
When the Jacobites did rise
To help Bonnie Charlie's eyes,
And hands nearer to his rightful heir
England's throne and crown so fair.
High early in the wakin' morn
Sounded the pipes not the horn,
On the field of Prestonpans
Armies clashed on the grass;
One of Charles Edward Staurt's Jacobites
Tother Sir John Cope and English tights.
High early in the wakin' morn
Right through the golden corn,
Did Clan Cameron cry brave charge
While...
Did the English come to mourn,
When the Jacobites did rise
To help Bonnie Charlie's eyes,
And hands nearer to his rightful heir
England's throne and crown so fair.
High early in the wakin' morn
Sounded the pipes not the horn,
On the field of Prestonpans
Armies clashed on the grass;
One of Charles Edward Staurt's Jacobites
Tother Sir John Cope and English tights.
High early in the wakin' morn
Right through the golden corn,
Did Clan Cameron cry brave charge
While...
67 reads
3 Comments
The Beast Dream
I had what I shall call 'The Beast Dream'.
The dream where an animal is key
where its great impact
overshadows all other thoughts
until the dream no longer has any detail
Except for the Beast.
I was in a school possibly,
All dreams are hazy memories when awake
but unravelling films when waking.
Anyway, I was part of a group sleeping in a boarding school's roof
with a matron or teacher who is like a mother to us all
a figure to whom we look for judgement.
I walked passed a window
where inside the room, still inside the roof...
The dream where an animal is key
where its great impact
overshadows all other thoughts
until the dream no longer has any detail
Except for the Beast.
I was in a school possibly,
All dreams are hazy memories when awake
but unravelling films when waking.
Anyway, I was part of a group sleeping in a boarding school's roof
with a matron or teacher who is like a mother to us all
a figure to whom we look for judgement.
I walked passed a window
where inside the room, still inside the roof...
101 reads
6 Comments
My Website Mistress
Each time I log on I am reunited with my love
The familiar facade a soothing balm to my soul
An artistic amalgamtion for my eyes
And a subtle reassurance for my hands.
But lately my mistress has become fickle,
refusing to let me see her for days sometimes
tantalisingly I still know she's there
but the intimate connection is forbidden.
And yet I lover her still,
Although sometimes the topic of the day infuriates me
Or the talent she displays numbs me into seclusion
away from her words and back into my own head.
And yet in spite of all of that...
The familiar facade a soothing balm to my soul
An artistic amalgamtion for my eyes
And a subtle reassurance for my hands.
But lately my mistress has become fickle,
refusing to let me see her for days sometimes
tantalisingly I still know she's there
but the intimate connection is forbidden.
And yet I lover her still,
Although sometimes the topic of the day infuriates me
Or the talent she displays numbs me into seclusion
away from her words and back into my own head.
And yet in spite of all of that...
104 reads
3 Comments
Ode to a Colour
It can be something between the size of a tennis ball and a chair,
And about the size of a canary
No smaller than a wasp or bigger than a sun,
As exotic as bananas and lemons
But as plain as butter and eggs.
A veritable blossom of colour for Van Gogh
But better composed with red and blue for Pie Mondrian.
A degrading and enforced star for 30's and 40's Jews
While a heretic's cape for Spanish Inquisitors
But painted skin to Romans
And the bones and skin of gods for Egyptians,
Happiness glory and wisdom according to China.
A rose by...
And about the size of a canary
No smaller than a wasp or bigger than a sun,
As exotic as bananas and lemons
But as plain as butter and eggs.
A veritable blossom of colour for Van Gogh
But better composed with red and blue for Pie Mondrian.
A degrading and enforced star for 30's and 40's Jews
While a heretic's cape for Spanish Inquisitors
But painted skin to Romans
And the bones and skin of gods for Egyptians,
Happiness glory and wisdom according to China.
A rose by...
96 reads
11 Comments
Behind the Mask, I am my Mask
Behind the Mask
And upon my face
may lie another smile
but its just another lie.
Take my mask and you take it all
because there is nothing behind
So whats behind the mask?
You may well ask
But the answer is that
Nothing is behind the mask
As the world resides in front of it.
There is not much of a man
behind my mask
But as part of it I am everything;
I am my Mask.
And upon my face
may lie another smile
but its just another lie.
Take my mask and you take it all
because there is nothing behind
So whats behind the mask?
You may well ask
But the answer is that
Nothing is behind the mask
As the world resides in front of it.
There is not much of a man
behind my mask
But as part of it I am everything;
I am my Mask.
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5 Comments
And Vanilla is now Neapolitan
Mild is Wild
Plain is insane
And Vanilla is now Neapolitan.
A few ropes here and there
is all thats needed to make me wild
Because for me the ties that bind
opens up my boxed passions,
The wonderful pandora in bondage
is bound to become my paradise.
Forget ultraviolence and extremism
That force the boundaries too far
pushing the envelope where the message fades and falters.
When all I need is a few changes
And therein I will blow your mind
If only you'll change your world
to a more constricted one.
A little light...
Plain is insane
And Vanilla is now Neapolitan.
A few ropes here and there
is all thats needed to make me wild
Because for me the ties that bind
opens up my boxed passions,
The wonderful pandora in bondage
is bound to become my paradise.
Forget ultraviolence and extremism
That force the boundaries too far
pushing the envelope where the message fades and falters.
When all I need is a few changes
And therein I will blow your mind
If only you'll change your world
to a more constricted one.
A little light...
420 reads
9 Comments
And other drugs
What is it that keeps us all behind?
Why its drugs:
Our poison
To the brain or body or will or soul or bank account,
The little things that swarm us.
So whats your drug?
Puffing on a quick fag or two,
Draining beer after beer
Or maybe gin or wine
Or other daemon drink,
Smoking some wacky tobacco
Sniff snort lick chew inject,
One night stands
Or an entire orgy every week
Where sex is master
Over you and your senses
Or maybe some whip-wielding mistress is
Possibly darker still like...
Well planned kidnaps for rape...
Why its drugs:
Our poison
To the brain or body or will or soul or bank account,
The little things that swarm us.
So whats your drug?
Puffing on a quick fag or two,
Draining beer after beer
Or maybe gin or wine
Or other daemon drink,
Smoking some wacky tobacco
Sniff snort lick chew inject,
One night stands
Or an entire orgy every week
Where sex is master
Over you and your senses
Or maybe some whip-wielding mistress is
Possibly darker still like...
Well planned kidnaps for rape...
232 reads
15 Comments
Why I am not such a writer
I want to be a writer but cannot find the words.
Buzzing swarming elemental mess
flying round my head and in my heart
But trying to pin them on the page,
Well, lets just say
Its like trying to shout dragons out of the sky
while the world walks by with headphones on
carrying some mocha cappa frappa bean-beast.
While my land is filled more with cyborgs
drinking tea wearing monocles and proclaiming huzzah
Where humanity is diverse and unified
Where the wild punks roam and rub shoulders
with steam punk knights.
But writers...
Buzzing swarming elemental mess
flying round my head and in my heart
But trying to pin them on the page,
Well, lets just say
Its like trying to shout dragons out of the sky
while the world walks by with headphones on
carrying some mocha cappa frappa bean-beast.
While my land is filled more with cyborgs
drinking tea wearing monocles and proclaiming huzzah
Where humanity is diverse and unified
Where the wild punks roam and rub shoulders
with steam punk knights.
But writers...
145 reads
20 Comments
Mr Mommed
Mr Mommed did not quite live alone.
Although he had no wife or lover
Or ever once looked at men that way as his father had.
He had his books, he loved his books and they loved him.
So Mr Mommed would leave his house everday
Lock the door and leave the red brick mountain behind
And go somewhere and buy a book
With the money his soulless years
Of painting and other fine art had brought him.
He could be a virtuous knight on a quest
Or an eccentric detective trying to find the last clue
Or a bored husband who finds that...
Although he had no wife or lover
Or ever once looked at men that way as his father had.
He had his books, he loved his books and they loved him.
So Mr Mommed would leave his house everday
Lock the door and leave the red brick mountain behind
And go somewhere and buy a book
With the money his soulless years
Of painting and other fine art had brought him.
He could be a virtuous knight on a quest
Or an eccentric detective trying to find the last clue
Or a bored husband who finds that...
115 reads
8 Comments
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