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

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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

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

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

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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!