Voiced // POEM: Sun Sunk by Thomas Rivet

Sun Sunk
Consume me
O love dove,
dive into my soul,
unearth me like a blind
worm or mole.
Forgive me - my impatience,
it is my conscience,
tired, and
in need of a hug,
for it has been dug
out from shell,
dragged from light
to sombrous, wet well.
I sink, I have sunk,
I too miss
her radiance
for she shines
on me
for she be
a lady
of the highest
degree.

THOMAS RIVET

Voiced // POEM: Eat the Goddamn Cake by Thomas Rivet

Eat the Goddamn Cake
Be the water that you are,
pure and light, like a star.
Judgement is a cloud, full
and grey, if you let it be.
Reign over any ignorant scrutiny,
whether cold or sly,
give it up,
give it up,
it isn't worth your time and effort,
no word of a lie.
Hail your uniqueness,
be strong, be courageous,
take no orders; eat the cake ...
you're a goddamn snowflake!

THOMAS RIVET

Voiced // POEM: Renewed Generosity by Thomas Rivet

Renewed Generosity

When she's having a bad day, she doesn't cry.

She may shed tears every once in a while,

but they aren't shed in the name of misery, no, 

rather over an accumulation of joy.

Tomorrow, or later,

she will smile, or shine,

when she will have

turned grass greener,

given trees and bushes a chance at life,

and we may curse at her while she weeps,

with a fork, or a knife,

and for what ...

Sure she makes us wet,

but she isn't in debt

to us, the fools

who fail to see

her decency,

her renewable generosity.

THOMAS RIVET

--

Voiced // POEM: Zero by Thomas Rivet

Zero

In the dust

I see lust -

there is a gale

however frail or pale,

the wind blows below me.

With a whoosh

and a whistle

my oily tears drizzle

to our crust;

our moss

and dismissed and missed,

loved-one loss.

In a world unjust,

there is none to dust

nor shivers in the air.

O few know,

but in our world unjust,

zero declare.

THOMAS RIVET

Voiced // CONTEST SUBMISSION: SWEET (Student Writing Weekend in the Eastern Townships, Bishop's University)

Today I submitted a 140-character story for a contest.  Contestants are students of the Eastern Townships, and more specifically at Bishop's University.

It's a difficult guideline ... 140 characters for a story is restrictive and challenging.

At the bottom of the page --

We sit and see helplessly, unheard and silenced; actors impress. A twist in a suit, a dress, the viewers’ faces insist for more, for less.

Sound familiar? That's because it has remnants of one of my previously published poems.

Find "Red Curtains Close" here.

Voiced // POEM: Formidable by Thomas Rivet

Formidable

I am

home

to a

beast;

formidable

morbid

     and able.

I am

home

to a

beast;

escape,

                     be a hero,

be an ape

(with a cape).

I am

away

I have

nothing

more

to say.

THOMAS RIVET

--

Much influenced by 
"Formidable" by Stromae :

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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!

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