Submissions by Abracadabra
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm just a soul, hooked on magic & poetry sandwiches. My words are fools, dancing as they flirt with the life you give them... & then there's the naughty stuff that wakes me in the middle of the night... one day all that cheese'll kill me.
DRUGS POEM
Published
18th Nov 2009 9:02pm
18th Nov 2009 9:02pm
No Mule's Fool
We did it for the money
but the dream went wrong
and behind these prison walls
is not where I belong
It should have been easy
we had it on a plate
but they got us at the airport
and now there's ten more years to wait
Some guys who knew a man
I never caught his name
came over in the bar
on our holiday in Spain
He said it was so easy
and that nothing could go wrong
so quick and so easy
not ten years long
I was average at school
in the middle of my class
never short on courage ...
but the dream went wrong
and behind these prison walls
is not where I belong
It should have been easy
we had it on a plate
but they got us at the airport
and now there's ten more years to wait
Some guys who knew a man
I never caught his name
came over in the bar
on our holiday in Spain
He said it was so easy
and that nothing could go wrong
so quick and so easy
not ten years long
I was average at school
in the middle of my class
never short on courage ...
902 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
18th Nov 2009 8:59pm
18th Nov 2009 8:59pm
A Poor Carmilla
Under my bed
my vampire sleeps
waiting for night to fall
and before this young moon finds perfect
hues of blood red silver
he will become
his hungriest
It is then I feel him stirring the most
he has no truck with websites
or puny poetic ideals
to him that is ballroom dancing for elephants
Soon he will shake my body again
like a rag in his wind
and although I am may be a poor Carmilla
he sweeps me away
to go awandering the mists
sating his longings
I can not cook for him
nor...
my vampire sleeps
waiting for night to fall
and before this young moon finds perfect
hues of blood red silver
he will become
his hungriest
It is then I feel him stirring the most
he has no truck with websites
or puny poetic ideals
to him that is ballroom dancing for elephants
Soon he will shake my body again
like a rag in his wind
and although I am may be a poor Carmilla
he sweeps me away
to go awandering the mists
sating his longings
I can not cook for him
nor...
858 reads
1 Comment
SONG LYRICS
Published
17th Nov 2009 10:35pm
17th Nov 2009 10:35pm
Hitman
Life in the slow lane
I can't afford it
picking up the quick gain
you know when I scored it
Show me a target
and I'll blow it wide open
feels like the last hit
another spit in the ocean
High rollers crash on the shore
the higher they ride
the harder they fall
sign on the contract
I'll take care of it all
just leave that killing part
to me
Have a think about my last blast
they were names on a list
you caught it on the TV
so you know I never miss
I worked out the timing ...
I can't afford it
picking up the quick gain
you know when I scored it
Show me a target
and I'll blow it wide open
feels like the last hit
another spit in the ocean
High rollers crash on the shore
the higher they ride
the harder they fall
sign on the contract
I'll take care of it all
just leave that killing part
to me
Have a think about my last blast
they were names on a list
you caught it on the TV
so you know I never miss
I worked out the timing ...
1034 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
17th Nov 2009 9:57pm
17th Nov 2009 9:57pm
The Also
Returning unexpectedly
I found a long dark hair
in the bedroom
an intruder
that wasn't mine or yours
You said
it must have been
carried in
by the wind
and laughed at me
unconvincingly
But the smell of home
seemed not quite right
as you hurried quickly
to the trash
and however much
I wanted to believe
I could already feel
strange sharp claws
shredding ruthlessly
at the fabric of my heart
You know I
would never share
our secret life ...
I found a long dark hair
in the bedroom
an intruder
that wasn't mine or yours
You said
it must have been
carried in
by the wind
and laughed at me
unconvincingly
But the smell of home
seemed not quite right
as you hurried quickly
to the trash
and however much
I wanted to believe
I could already feel
strange sharp claws
shredding ruthlessly
at the fabric of my heart
You know I
would never share
our secret life ...
994 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Nov 2009 10:32pm
16th Nov 2009 10:32pm
Syntax Junkie vs an Everlasting Anthology for Trash
Where do the words go when they've been read for the last time, slipping from the page without goodbye?
Are they jumbled letters wiped from memory banks and converted to dud currency on a scrap pile, higher than forever's steaming language landfill of rhyme and reason.
Words won't tell you if it's the next time to be hurt again or to love again, when you've lost the plot again or when to proffer your soul.
They leave no time for why, while you work out how to reason the truths of your own.
So for now you return to your screen like a moth, grounded and burned but...
Are they jumbled letters wiped from memory banks and converted to dud currency on a scrap pile, higher than forever's steaming language landfill of rhyme and reason.
Words won't tell you if it's the next time to be hurt again or to love again, when you've lost the plot again or when to proffer your soul.
They leave no time for why, while you work out how to reason the truths of your own.
So for now you return to your screen like a moth, grounded and burned but...
911 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Nov 2009 9:54pm
16th Nov 2009 9:54pm
Bitterly
A green tea leaf
chases your tongue
stalking taste buds
baking Christmas puddings
from odd socks
Its job is to give you a hard time
and it's a gray day for texture anyway
Food's too expensive for the poor
but there's a jungle of plastic
wasted in Times Square--
another testament to crazy
Though it's not enough feeling guilty
there must be more we can do
to help offset all that's bitter
swirling around the world
chases your tongue
stalking taste buds
baking Christmas puddings
from odd socks
Its job is to give you a hard time
and it's a gray day for texture anyway
Food's too expensive for the poor
but there's a jungle of plastic
wasted in Times Square--
another testament to crazy
Though it's not enough feeling guilty
there must be more we can do
to help offset all that's bitter
swirling around the world
830 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Nov 2009 10:26pm
15th Nov 2009 10:26pm
Available
We agreed we were both available
and we tore off our clothes
real slow
We were soon discovering some special places
laughing together like a couple of kids
unstoppable hearts racing away on a rogue's wave
Why, we were cooler than cool
on a desert day at noon
damned if we did
and damned if we didn't
and we both knew
there would be no way back
not ever
He told me
if you knew the why
you didn't always need to know the how
and although that may or may not have been true ...
and we tore off our clothes
real slow
We were soon discovering some special places
laughing together like a couple of kids
unstoppable hearts racing away on a rogue's wave
Why, we were cooler than cool
on a desert day at noon
damned if we did
and damned if we didn't
and we both knew
there would be no way back
not ever
He told me
if you knew the why
you didn't always need to know the how
and although that may or may not have been true ...
1020 reads
3 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
15th Nov 2009 9:51pm
15th Nov 2009 9:51pm
God's a Serial Killer
Not long ago they would have burned me at the stake
for ever breathing this out loud
but now our modern world is civilised,
we have the internet and cable television
yet millions never get to watch
and die from malnutrition every year
So God's a serial killer ~ it's straight from the hip
but I can no longer defend Him or deny
the evidence is incontrovertible
earthquakes, tsunami, famine, disease and drought
That's not us - it's all down to Him
...
for ever breathing this out loud
but now our modern world is civilised,
we have the internet and cable television
yet millions never get to watch
and die from malnutrition every year
So God's a serial killer ~ it's straight from the hip
but I can no longer defend Him or deny
the evidence is incontrovertible
earthquakes, tsunami, famine, disease and drought
That's not us - it's all down to Him
...
1423 reads
10 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Nov 2009 10:16pm
14th Nov 2009 10:16pm
Values
There's an empty old house in Bulgaria
at the foot of the mountains,
near a European fault line.
It has large windows and a green porch.
A dream going cheap
for the same price as my beat-up VW
or half a British holiday.
With no immediate neighbours,
it comes with its own land
complete with fruit trees
and outbuildings.
There's space
to grow things--
keep a donkey
and oh,
there's a well as well
I...
at the foot of the mountains,
near a European fault line.
It has large windows and a green porch.
A dream going cheap
for the same price as my beat-up VW
or half a British holiday.
With no immediate neighbours,
it comes with its own land
complete with fruit trees
and outbuildings.
There's space
to grow things--
keep a donkey
and oh,
there's a well as well
I...
1208 reads
4 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
14th Nov 2009 9:16pm
14th Nov 2009 9:16pm
Teddy
Why do you keep
that old Teddy bear
and who are you hiding from
Why do you cry
when you watch sad movies
don't you know where your heart
belongs?
Last night
when we danced in the rain
threw our shoes to the moon
and sucked at the stars through a straw
Last night
making time stand still
was the easiest thing in the world
For Fucks sake, God
stop murdering our planet.
that old Teddy bear
and who are you hiding from
Why do you cry
when you watch sad movies
don't you know where your heart
belongs?
Last night
when we danced in the rain
threw our shoes to the moon
and sucked at the stars through a straw
Last night
making time stand still
was the easiest thing in the world
For Fucks sake, God
stop murdering our planet.
943 reads
3 Comments
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