Submissions by Billy_Snagg (Snaggy)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction The truth sets you free. "Success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts." Winston Churchill.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Jan 2021 7:31pm
17th Jan 2021 7:31pm
Heathrow Airport [PaDenSt]
(Written on Friday, April, 5th, 1985) {Duration - 10 minutes: 29 seconds}
(Keyboard sounds mimicking crows fluttering over the runway)
DEN: (Drunken flight gate announcer)
Errr, plane from gate 8 for New York leaving at 14:00 hours.
(Car horns sounding throughout)
Plane, New York, gate...don't know, leaving at 08:00 hours.
(Said with 'pinched nose' voice)
Plane from New York, leaving at gate 6, 0800 hours.
Leaving at gate 6, 0800 houuurrrzz.
Leaving at gate 6, 0800 hourz.
...
(Keyboard sounds mimicking crows fluttering over the runway)
DEN: (Drunken flight gate announcer)
Errr, plane from gate 8 for New York leaving at 14:00 hours.
(Car horns sounding throughout)
Plane, New York, gate...don't know, leaving at 08:00 hours.
(Said with 'pinched nose' voice)
Plane from New York, leaving at gate 6, 0800 hours.
Leaving at gate 6, 0800 houuurrrzz.
Leaving at gate 6, 0800 hourz.
...
#dark
#violence
#travel
#Britain
#risk
26 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Jan 2021 11:43pm
12th Jan 2021 11:43pm
The Life Of Stan
This is the story of an ordinary man,
Whose name could quite easily have been Stan.
Barely making money, this 'middle aged' guy,
Yes times are hard but scraping by -
This is the life of Stan...
You'll find me driving 'bout the place in my old white van,
The way I make a living you'll see me round the town.
Sometimes I go down the café to have my tea,
Where I see my old friends, who like chatting with me.
It's nice to get a weekend off every now and then,
But rarely go to London much on the underground.
If only my station's...
Whose name could quite easily have been Stan.
Barely making money, this 'middle aged' guy,
Yes times are hard but scraping by -
This is the life of Stan...
You'll find me driving 'bout the place in my old white van,
The way I make a living you'll see me round the town.
Sometimes I go down the café to have my tea,
Where I see my old friends, who like chatting with me.
It's nice to get a weekend off every now and then,
But rarely go to London much on the underground.
If only my station's...
#men
#LifeStruggles
#money
#patience
#tolerance
30 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
5th Jan 2021 9:07pm
5th Jan 2021 9:07pm
Be My Bitch Tonight!
#sex
#erotic
#lover
#temptation
#passion
179 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Dec 2020 10:13pm
27th Dec 2020 10:13pm
Hide & Seek!
Social bubbles
Locked in huddles
Sounds like trouble
One big muddle
What a cheek!
A future bleak
Bubble 'n' Squeak
Hide & Seek
Track & Trace
A disgrace
On my case
Your database
Gaining pace
No hiding place
Don't embrace
Just in case!
So what's next -
receiving text?
With regret
...you're found!
Locked in huddles
Sounds like trouble
One big muddle
What a cheek!
A future bleak
Bubble 'n' Squeak
Hide & Seek
Track & Trace
A disgrace
On my case
Your database
Gaining pace
No hiding place
Don't embrace
Just in case!
So what's next -
receiving text?
With regret
...you're found!
#anxiety
#frustration
#sacrifice
37 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Dec 2020 00:02am
13th Dec 2020 00:02am
Until It's Too Late...
I've missed out on so much by doing this stupid f*cking job.
Honestly, it's like a prison sentence.
When I see road movies, like from the Norfolk Broads, I wonder:
What the hell am I doing, what was I thinking -
Where has this bloody wasted time gone?
It's all about the capitalist's dream, isn't it;
Where you can never quite do or have enough.
Forever chasing the pound, like a clown,
A whore never reaching the dividing line -
Crossing into the unknown happy zone.
As I stand on the verge, I see a way out.
Just waiting to be...
Honestly, it's like a prison sentence.
When I see road movies, like from the Norfolk Broads, I wonder:
What the hell am I doing, what was I thinking -
Where has this bloody wasted time gone?
It's all about the capitalist's dream, isn't it;
Where you can never quite do or have enough.
Forever chasing the pound, like a clown,
A whore never reaching the dividing line -
Crossing into the unknown happy zone.
As I stand on the verge, I see a way out.
Just waiting to be...
#utopia
#money
#prison
#redemption
#apathy
50 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Nov 2020 4:43pm
21st Nov 2020 4:43pm
Torquay
It's rather nice down here in Torquay.
Finally, I'm beginning to enjoy myself,
Catching the odd ray of sun into the bargain.
A bay within a bay, I call it.
It's quite quaint by the harbour too,
In the heart of the English Riviera.
Ok, so there are a few drunks and beggars around,
But isn't it the same everywhere?
I wouldn't mind being trapped down here on Groundhog day;
Days that never end - for a few days at least!
A place I could finally prove my love for someone,
Because I've got all the time in the world...yeah right!
But...
Finally, I'm beginning to enjoy myself,
Catching the odd ray of sun into the bargain.
A bay within a bay, I call it.
It's quite quaint by the harbour too,
In the heart of the English Riviera.
Ok, so there are a few drunks and beggars around,
But isn't it the same everywhere?
I wouldn't mind being trapped down here on Groundhog day;
Days that never end - for a few days at least!
A place I could finally prove my love for someone,
Because I've got all the time in the world...yeah right!
But...
#inspirational
#beach
#travel
#Britain
#emotions
56 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Nov 2020 1:53am
14th Nov 2020 1:53am
Sausage, Egg & Chips!
Sausage, egg & chips down at the café; ahh those days!
I'd do anything to get 'em back, if just for a moment.
It was my little escape for half an hour,
Gathering thoughts from the domestic strife.
With strong coffee in hand, I'd read The Sun or Non-League football paper,
Checking how Tooting & Mitcham were doing...
and all of my other clubs for that matter!
Seeing Harry & the boys behind the counter with all the banter,
I'd simply say 'the usual' please, being such a regular -
Nearly always on a Sunday and just before...
I'd do anything to get 'em back, if just for a moment.
It was my little escape for half an hour,
Gathering thoughts from the domestic strife.
With strong coffee in hand, I'd read The Sun or Non-League football paper,
Checking how Tooting & Mitcham were doing...
and all of my other clubs for that matter!
Seeing Harry & the boys behind the counter with all the banter,
I'd simply say 'the usual' please, being such a regular -
Nearly always on a Sunday and just before...
#memories
#nostalgia
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
31st Oct 2020 6:51pm
31st Oct 2020 6:51pm
MY MK
Milton Keynes...
What's the first thing you think of when you hear the name?
A mass of concrete that even the cows can't outrun
A great place to shop perhaps -
Or a soulless conurbation with infinite roundabouts
And no real sense of community?
Sure,
It may feel unfamiliar, artificial and cold
Sterile even, to the uninitiated
But it's functional and we shouldn't knock that -
We should in fact give it a chance.
You cannot deny this town has character
A certain amount of charm too.
From the air, it resembles a...
What's the first thing you think of when you hear the name?
A mass of concrete that even the cows can't outrun
A great place to shop perhaps -
Or a soulless conurbation with infinite roundabouts
And no real sense of community?
Sure,
It may feel unfamiliar, artificial and cold
Sterile even, to the uninitiated
But it's functional and we shouldn't knock that -
We should in fact give it a chance.
You cannot deny this town has character
A certain amount of charm too.
From the air, it resembles a...
#identity
#city
#utopia
#admiration
#scifi
72 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Oct 2020 1:58am
24th Oct 2020 1:58am
Magical Beach Off-Peak
In winter this place resembles a ghost town; soulless.
The arcades and gift shops boarded up along the front.
Whenever I stayed over, it was all in easy reach,
Spent our time strolling on Bognor's chilly beach.
The bay was always open for us to skim some stones,
It felt better later on when tourists had gone home.
Finally we owned the shore, reclaimed it as our own...
Now I see the beauty I hadn't always known.
The arcades and gift shops boarded up along the front.
Whenever I stayed over, it was all in easy reach,
Spent our time strolling on Bognor's chilly beach.
The bay was always open for us to skim some stones,
It felt better later on when tourists had gone home.
Finally we owned the shore, reclaimed it as our own...
Now I see the beauty I hadn't always known.
#beach
#winter
#respect
74 reads
3 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
17th Oct 2020 2:00am
17th Oct 2020 2:00am
Your Curse!
#anger
#hate
#abuse
#bullying
#TruthOfLife
147 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
10th Oct 2020 7:09pm
10th Oct 2020 7:09pm
Staying Away (Homeward Bound)
Early one morning as the sun was rising,
I found myself driving someplace else -
In fact, anywhere but here!
So I got up, had a cup,
And went on my way...
It was darker than usual today,
Didn't care too much for it anyway!
Just gotta stay away from this place, ok?
Been feeling good since you've gone away -
Disappeared for a year and a day.
So, halfway down a motorway,
I spotted a way out, ready to leave,
I tell ya man, I was really pleased -
Couldn't believe my eyes at first...
Arriving in a small town, I...
I found myself driving someplace else -
In fact, anywhere but here!
So I got up, had a cup,
And went on my way...
It was darker than usual today,
Didn't care too much for it anyway!
Just gotta stay away from this place, ok?
Been feeling good since you've gone away -
Disappeared for a year and a day.
So, halfway down a motorway,
I spotted a way out, ready to leave,
I tell ya man, I was really pleased -
Couldn't believe my eyes at first...
Arriving in a small town, I...
#anxiety
#loneliness
#LifeStruggles
#home
#travel
70 reads
0 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
3rd Oct 2020 10:26pm
3rd Oct 2020 10:26pm
Big In America
I'm gonna be big in The States one day,
And conquer America, come what may!
Hang where everyone wants to be,
New York to Vegas, Memphis, Tennessee.
Go shopping for sneakers, that's what I'd like,
Browse giant malls, pick out some Nikes.
A place you won't find too many bikes -
If you wanna go far then GO take a hike!
Pass me that Hot Dog, one, two, three,
No onions or mustard, just coffee.
I may have a Bud at a quarter past three,
Party till dawn, Jack Daniels and me!
I've tons of Nickels, loads of Dimes,
A...
And conquer America, come what may!
Hang where everyone wants to be,
New York to Vegas, Memphis, Tennessee.
Go shopping for sneakers, that's what I'd like,
Browse giant malls, pick out some Nikes.
A place you won't find too many bikes -
If you wanna go far then GO take a hike!
Pass me that Hot Dog, one, two, three,
No onions or mustard, just coffee.
I may have a Bud at a quarter past three,
Party till dawn, Jack Daniels and me!
I've tons of Nickels, loads of Dimes,
A...
#fate
#alcohol
#coffee
#food
#luck
119 reads
2 Comments
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