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!

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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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:

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

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

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

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

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

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