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".


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.


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?


Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Voiced // POEM: Confession by Thomas Rivet

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


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.


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.


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 -
it panicked,
poisoning me;
I turned
then black ...
I felt dizzy,
so I hit the sack.

I woke up early,
before dawn,
on my uncle's lawn,
I rubbed my eyes
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,
no other can see
without said bee
so, get stung.
Or forever 
accept my short story
as a sorry,

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
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
to go.


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,
wish and wait
a good,
a great


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, 
our ancestors’ mystery.


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.


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