Rovey's profile
AGE:
32
LOC: United Kingdom
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: September 29
LOC: United Kingdom
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: September 29
I am a 28 year old poet living and writing in London (UK). I have been writing poetry for almost twenty years and for that entire time I have enjoyed some qualified successes in regional and national competitions, although I have never felt comfortable submitting to magazines.
I constantly experiment with styles and structures and I am determined to develop a signature style all of my own, although I do adhere to more traditional forms when the mood takes me. My major influences are too numerous to mention but I must confess a weakness for the beat generation and free verse.
I have logged unto Urbis to benchmark my work before disappearing into the dark again for an unmeasurable amount of time to perfect my craft.
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Playing Einstein-Rosen Bridge _Hail to the guardians of the watchtower of the North the frozen earth and winter_ Each new trick indistinguishable from magic now reveals itself as our cards are laid bare hypothermic exposed on this table of elements somewhere encircled by some symbolic symbiotic alchemic twists and trumps that force the clockface out of sequence here where these seats at compass points converge from murky viscous confluence of mathematics and visions played platonic solids _Ha...
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It rains they did not die but came to hide in plain sight and this twisted Gordian helix of petrified hair just became invisible purity and virtue see through clear in our modern world under this wounded sky they did not die but came to hide in plain sight beings of the light with twisted Mobius helix of Rapunzel’s stairs of Jacob’s ladder here becoming intangible invisible a simplicity and clarity rare in our modern world caught in the jaded eye under this wounded sky that cries a rainbow of...
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residual tremors rumbling conscientious conscription machinations of hush rushed ceased beforeshocks dropped anachronistic all dreams of swelter and gurney squeaking wheels on polished crimson linoleum greased shells will not leave the sound of the sea with me not with me all spindle spire hairs resonant fizzing over and over goose flesh residual tremors caustic acidic flashback prophecy the reach of this groan sliding slithy over crimson linoleum screaming squeak of rubber soled shoes squelc...
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it starts with a shrinking mouthful of singularity with illicit chalky bolus sub-atomic insidious swallowing fading light of sight and sound and clarity all slow succumbing to inky dark dancing sparks to slinky sharp sonic parabolic disparity all palatial visio-spatial distortions through transudation hallucination of ghostly mortal proportions through popping pillbox pox of crackling skin and soma gunshots and quick fast loss of past and all that upcoming succumbing to flushing rushing mask ...
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Rorschach: Total Internal Reflection Just this one time please let me see something in the spaces in between herewhere sum of the parts diminished devils of dancing detail catch this magic eye and form some depth a lone dissenter in eternal banality repeating space-time reflected unrelenting meditation bisected let me see something in the spaces in between herewhere the word is my shepherd I do not want that makes me lie down in these conceptual pastures with wandering lonely clouds satanic m...
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I was drawn to this piece by its title, I love all things mythological and Lilith is one of my favourite characters of our ancient past. I found this poem a bit distrubing though as I felt as if it could have been a lot darker without too much effort but it was like the poet chose to water down the mythology for the sake of being just a bit eerie and just a bit clever. I felt as if there could have been greater commitment to the cause, dangerous and exciting phrases like; "I am equal parts/fl...
I don't think that I reviewed the original, but to be honest I cannot tell you, that might be because it is so true that it never registered with me as I read it, it such seeped into my conciousness snug fit around similar ideas I hold to be true. Or it may be that there are so many poems on similar themes that they all blur into one. It is most likely, with all things like this, to be a combination of both. A balance between good and bad, yin and yang. And the reason why I explain it like th...
Lovely little epigram. Well formed, well intentioned, and well written. There is probably a longer poem in this idea but this brevity does allow the reader to create their own story of tomorrow which in this instance works well.
I like the idea but the final line doesn't quite work for me. The question is too closed, it can be answered yes or no, and with a poem this short I felt that you might be better off with a question that opens out the ending. Where will I wake up? or When will I wake? or even just "waking?". That would create space within the confines of this small piece for the reader to float with the poet wherever they may be going.
The language and imagery in this piece are very interesting and intense, and I suspect from the title that the overall goal was laudable but the piece left me a little cold. I am thinking that it may be the more esoteric references to catholicism. As a lapsed catholic myself, I was immediately drawn to the piece and the references to nuns and splintering rulers brought back memories and revived tales my mother told me, but all in all I did not feel that there was enough of a hook for the read...
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