Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Voiced // SHORT SERIES: Isabella III by Thomas Rivet

My lady of the sunshine, Isabella, soon began to wander
the rustic whereabouts surrounding our empty abode. 
Silence crept through the unsettled lands;
waters ceased to flow, birdsong felt banished, only the winds 
breathed down our spines.
There was a presence - au contraire - an absence.

Isabella said nothing.  She would only murmur to me; 
invariably ending her utterances with an adorable giggle.  
Her cheeks would refine, 
turning red - matching her palpable ruby lips.

She seemed detached; Isabella stopped bathing, but would return 
drenched from the nearby marshland; mumbling profanity. 
Isabella was swirling into severe psychosis.

"Gods! Gods! Forsake not - forsake me not,"
Isabella, in impulse, exclaimed from our stone balcony,
with no one to hear her despair.

THOMAS RIVET

Monday, December 16, 2013

Voiced // SHORT SERIES: Isabella II by Thomas Rivet

Isabella spoke in soft tongue; 
she could lullaby the fiercest of predators.
Her words, however, could poison the last man's blood to fatal lengths.
Without her callous charm, her and I would have never been royal lovers.

"Cursed you - you wretched warrior - to the depths; to the abyss with you,"
she would reiterate to herself, as she stood in the shady corner of our bedroom.

I witnessed a glimmering tear, as she strenuously heaved her pride apart.
Isabella fell to her knees, incomplete.

What was I to do? Seek help, or let time heal all wounds?

THOMAS RIVET

Sunday, December 15, 2013

Voiced // SHORT SERIES: Isabella by Thomas Rivet

"Take me yonder,
and I shall call it home"
Isabella cried in desperation.

Isabella now despises me;
have I become a tame man?
It cannot be yonder,
although tempted to wonder ...
what other reason 
for this irrational treason? 

THOMAS RIVET

Saturday, December 14, 2013

Voiced // POEM: Anger by Thomas Rivet

O thunderous sky
why do you sting
and side with lightning?
Are you angry,
are you in discontent?
Clouds; your Brothers,
your grayscale blankets,
clothe you and feed you droplets
of Earth's freshest
sources and streams.
O thunderous sky,
cease your rumbling,
halt your bolts,
veer your volts,
tell what's wrong
and welt not
Our big blue dot.

THOMAS RIVET

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Saturday, December 7, 2013

Voiced // POEM: A Frolic Alcoholic Once Told Me by Thomas Rivet

A Frolic Alcoholic Once Told Me
A frolic alcoholic once told me,
"when times are glum,
have a glass or twelve of rum,
until your toes and fingertips go numb
and don't even bother leaving me some,
for it grants you release and freedom."
He added,
"and I could do without,
for my words are slu-urred
and delve from three dozen years (or about)
in and out
of bars and pubs along my ordinary route,
and thirst-quenching bouts of existential doubt.

He stumbled and tumbled; 
turning back to face me,
bowing in drunken glory.

THOMAS RIVET

Friday, December 6, 2013

Voiced // POEM: Catch My Drift by Thomas Rivet

Catch My Drift
"Catch my drift,"
Ocean said to
clumsy coast.
Clumsy, as it be,
it would miss. Boast,
the wicked wave would,
as it knew it could,
not that it should.
Ocean paid the price,
as his solid neighbour docked
and became its bed rock.
Now Ocean is alone;
nothing to hate, 
or humiliate -
except its
sudden, 
sodden fate.

THOMAS RIVET

Saturday, November 30, 2013

Voiced // POEM: Go Be by Thomas Rivet

Go Be
Why "so be it"?
You can be
much more than so.
Your wings wave
back and fro;
from mountain top
to field crop below.
Go! I declare 
under Guardian's
span, I swear,
yield not what is mine,
rather yours, and so divine.
And so,
and so,
you have heard 'nough
of what wakes your ideal self.
So be "it".

THOMAS RIVET

Friday, November 29, 2013

Voiced // POEM SHARE: Quiet Girl by Langston Hughes

Quiet Girl
I would liken you
To a night without stars
Were it not for your eyes.
I would liken you
To a sleep without dreams
Were it not for your songs.

LANGSTON HUGHES

Voiced // POEM: Untitled [1] by Thomas Rivet

Untitled [1]
And so then we
dropped our pens,
built a book fort,
and kept the studious
out of our play port.

And so then we
scribbled down rules,
worshiped paper jewels,
and set up a revolution
with our craft and tools.

And so then we
were charged with treason
for far too few a reason.

Our book fort,
our play port,
was sliced short;
for fear of raging retort.

And so then we
picked our pens
and were fixed to paper
and screen. Ever been
phased by rotational routine?

THOMAS RIVET

Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Voiced // POEM: Confession by Thomas Rivet

Confession
I lied,
I am honest;
a trick to test
the truest trust.
I must
confide.

THOMAS RIVET

Voiced // POEM: Frozen Fines by Thomas Rivet

Frozen Fines
Flakes stack,
pushed back,
icy coat,
ice slabs afloat
down frozen
current - no crew, nor boat.
Melt and wet; she frantically dealt,
a spirit, a sensual squall, 
one we all felt
belt in our weary
spines, echoing itself
between the evergreen pines.
Her punishment comes
in seasonal fines.

THOMAS RIVET

Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Voiced // POEM; SONNET: Twenty-Seventh Ruby by Thomas Rivet (collaboration with Shir S.)

Twenty-Seventh Ruby
Father hid a ruby beneath his bed,
beneath the dusty oak floor, he then said.
We speak of it, and father coldly glares,
at us, his well mannered sons. How dare he?
His thieving ways are murderous, listen.
We have four hours before we call it, quit;
a quest, a glorious moment, a life spared.

This red gem belongs to this animal,
found and wounded, soon dead, between the signs
X and P; a crossing and parking lot.
Our neighbourhood will torch and kill it, on 
the spot. My brother and I ought and fought
to find its element - revive its skin's 
soul! Twenty-seventh ruby; father sins.

THOMAS RIVET

--
Poem based on three words, two letters and two numbers:

  • Animal
  • Sonnet
  • Ruby
  • X
  • P
  • 27
  • 4

All suggested by Shir S., a friend and a fan of my literary work.

*Undoubtedly, my most challenging piece, as of November 20th 2013!

Voiced // POEM: The Blinding Shine by Thomas Rivet (collaboration with Shir S.)

The Blinding Shine
Today I saw a bee,
a honeybee,
I did,
I swear;
don't believe me?
It went like this --
I was curious,
so I bid a bare
hand -
annoyed,
it panicked,
poisoning me;
I turned
yellow
then black ...
I felt dizzy,
so I hit the sack.

I woke up early,
before dawn,
on my uncle's lawn,
weirdly.
I rubbed my eyes
and
thumbed the air -
I was stung again, now roused,
I started to see, and care.
The blinding shine, 
that far star flare.

I narrate my galaxy,
regrettably,
no other can see
without said bee
sting;
so, get stung.
Or forever 
accept my short story
as a sorry,
fictitious
allegory.
THOMAS RIVET

--
Poem based on these three words:
Honeybee. Galaxy. Fictitious.
Suggested by Shir S., a close friend of mine.

Monday, November 18, 2013

Voiced // POEM: Reader, Beware by Thomas Rivet

Reader, Beware
Keenness;
split triplets
and a trio o' twins;
a family and its scare ...
A savage --
reader, beware!
For he stands fierce
on his land;
a keen
bred killer.
A friend, 
a friend?
Fret and fend -
he willingly whisks my wit;
I curtly chuckle, for
he is fictitious,
yet foe,
and I have
nowhere
to go.

THOMAS RIVET


Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Voiced // POEM: A Fruitful Fate by Thomas Rivet

A Fruitful Fate
Like a poem,
there is Life.
There are similarities,
a lot of 'em.
We move forwards,
we do not rehearse,
from best to worse,
from left to right - we dash
our dashing selves
verse to verse.

We hesitate,
contemplate
wish and wait
for
a good,
a great
fruitful
fate.

THOMAS RIVET

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Voiced // POEM: An Eternal Tender End by Thomas Rivet (collaboration with Shir S.)

An Eternal Tender End
Young boy wanderer,
Elder father, a story-teller;
tales of a utopia -
a sorrowful
one, sorry.
Young boy banished
by his neighbour, an enemy.
An eternal tender End?
It has never been, so.
A merry End - O I wish.
Wanderer, you aren’t lost;
write, draw, worldly chap -
a decent scribe, too,
a stack of feathers, two
ink pots, so, 
scribble 
our ancestors’ mystery.

THOMAS RIVET

--
Poem based on the suggested words below:

  • Wanderer
  • Utopia
  • Sorrow
  • Banishment
  • Enemy
  • Tender
  • Eternal
  • Merry
  • Mysterious
A big thank you to Shir S. for the suggestions!

Saturday, November 2, 2013

Voiced // POEM SHARE: The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

ROBERT FROST

--
An illustrated rendition of the poem:
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Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Voiced // POEM SHARE: The Fly by William Blake

The Fly
Little fly, 

Thy summer’s play 
My thoughtless hand 
Has brushed away. 

Am not I 
A fly like thee? 
Or art not thou 
A man like me? 

For I dance 
And drink and sing, 
Till some blind hand 
Shall brush my wing. 

If thought is life 
And strength and breath, 
And the want 
Of thought is death,
Then am I 
A happy fly, 
If I live, 
Or if I die. 

WILLIAM BLAKE
--
Video rendition of the poem:

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Voiced // POEM: It Might Be A Nil Nothing by Thomas Rivet

It Might Be A Nil Nothing
Don’t let fear
creep
deep
and
steep
under your safe skin.
Oh, there is somethin’.

Unsure,
I straighten
my posture -
I bolden.

Yes;
it might be
but a nil
nothing;
I warned you,
like I care.

No one
dares to stare
beneath the
thirteenth
glaring stair.

You did, so
you died.

THOMAS RIVET

Monday, October 28, 2013

Voiced // POEM: A Wind's Way by Thomas Rivet

A Wind's Way
In hollow window
wanders
a whirling wind-
Oh, it wishes,
whistles,
whispers in
flute-like iron
pipes,

panes of glass,
patches of grass,
pigeons.
Quiet lanes quiver
as it blushes through.
Questing
for warm words.
A blow; a bent body
of melodious clarity.


THOMAS RIVET

Voiced // POEM: A Twenty Man by Thomas Rivet

A Twenty Man
A soft surface;
on a slight slant,
on a wooden base.
There lied a twenty man.

He remained true,
on the wavy blued
sheets where he stew
half-nude, and prude.
There lied a twenty man.

He went forth, be it false.
Heart beating pulse;
out of breath, out of race
he fell,
felt out of place.
There lied a twenty man.


THOMAS RIVET

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Voiced // POEM: Leaf's Qualm by Thomas Rivet

Leaf's Qualm
A
blown leaf,
call it a, brownish leaf.
drown it did -
ended up in your hand,
it darn did.

It would smile and be green,
beforehand; before hand.
A blue breeze blew, seen
by those who were
not you.

The sad story of a leaf,
caged by a palm;
it was leaf’s qualm.


THOMAS RIVET

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Voiced // POEM: Red Curtains Close by Thomas Rivet

Red Curtains Close
Decades have made me
know what shows show 
and what plays play 
and which are true, 
and which are not.

Yes; few make it, 
the rest rot.

As long grass is mown, 
A stage is loan 
to actors; 
First act and second, onto third - 
Viewers sit helpless, 
in silence, 
unheard; actors impress.
Sliced by the graceful twist
in that suit, that dress, 
Their faces insist
for more,
for less.

Inspired, they then 
love and wove and swoon
soon
after red curtains close.

THOMAS RIVET

Wednesday, October 9, 2013

Voiced // POEM: A Floating Machine by Thomas Rivet

A Floating Machine
A floating machine
moving from
the shadowed
corner of my eye
to the lustrous sun
light 
to the right.
It is so bright;
its metal
shines
like
newly-found 
gold mines.
Its sound is
echoed
through the sunrise mist
and flat valleys below.
I insist
on your attention.
Now common ...
I wonder
whether it was
worth a mention.

Earth attracts Man;

this floating machine
merely flirts its way
through the sky.

THOMAS RIVET

Thursday, October 3, 2013

Voiced / POEM: River's Drink by Thomas Rivet

River's Drink
When the wind blows,
blush.
When the waves rush
down wild stream,
wink.
Oh , I meant
blink
until beaten,
broken branches
drown by river’s drink.
When the trees
shake like rattlesnakes,
flail in fright.
Run!
She has come.
She comes near
She carries fear
She collides
And crashes.
Carry us in the else
of here,
Or else.

She therein is
in her right, 

frightenin’.

THOMAS RIVET

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Voiced / POEM: Rock Redemption by Thomas Rivet

Rock Redemption
When life striketh a tough time
Tread the damp seasoned ground
Sole on soil - glaring down
Leaves set aside by footsteps
Itchy feet, sigh
Scratch
A sleek
Nay, rugged rock
into the rough.
It is
Precious, still.
Rumoured to house an opaque
Snow-toned stone;
as beauty shines -
... !

By Poseidon, it has been under-ed!
Lanced thru thy heart of lake
Seek it, rookie seaman
For Human’s sake?

THOMAS RIVET

Friday, September 13, 2013

Voiced / POEM: Back to Blank by Thomas Rivet

Back to Blank
What lies before my eyes?
It's a spout of snow,
for free and on show,
outside my very window.

At night,
the fall of flakes hide,
behind my blued curtain.
Blocking the sight,
from my stance inside.
I have become uncertain.
"What is that-
Which flowed with such downward might,
across the beams of that lamplight?"

"It is something that you know." Whispers Mother Nature.
I remain unsure.

"It is frisk and frozen...
and happens over four months, out of a dozen."

I knew, I knew, I knew.
I will wipe the suspense out of my mind,
to refresh my memory anew.
I will not rewind.

Destroying my tainted curtains was the right thing to do.


THOMAS RIVET