Submissions by David_Macleod (14397816)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Hi!
It’s All About Dick
WW1 the war to end all wars
strangely didn’t end all wars
WW2 ‘Let’s go round again.’
A chance to play in the mud
with our new boys toys.
an H-bomb to shorten the war
certainly shortened it for 140,000
Japanese men, women and children.
Melting innocents apparently modifies attitudes.
But war continues still to this day.
Man is a war like species.
Man just enjoys war and invasion.
If we didn’t really like it
we wouldn’t ever do it.
We give medals to psychopaths
and execute the scared and bewildered.
There is no actual human...
strangely didn’t end all wars
WW2 ‘Let’s go round again.’
A chance to play in the mud
with our new boys toys.
an H-bomb to shorten the war
certainly shortened it for 140,000
Japanese men, women and children.
Melting innocents apparently modifies attitudes.
But war continues still to this day.
Man is a war like species.
Man just enjoys war and invasion.
If we didn’t really like it
we wouldn’t ever do it.
We give medals to psychopaths
and execute the scared and bewildered.
There is no actual human...
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Harry Abnormal
Abnormal by name
Abnormal by nature
Wears an orange sash
Up for a fight
So loud and brash
A nasty big shite
murdered his mum
escaped prosecution
witnesses nobbled
so no retribution
A man of few words
Sexist and blue
Hell as a neighbour
Hell through and through
I’m glad that he’s gone
We’re all glad that he’s dead
His funeral so welcome
We celebrate instead
His wake is informal
We all have a dance
My mood turning formal
Toasting good ridance
RIP Harry Abnormal
A man no one will miss
Abnormal by nature
Wears an orange sash
Up for a fight
So loud and brash
A nasty big shite
murdered his mum
escaped prosecution
witnesses nobbled
so no retribution
A man of few words
Sexist and blue
Hell as a neighbour
Hell through and through
I’m glad that he’s gone
We’re all glad that he’s dead
His funeral so welcome
We celebrate instead
His wake is informal
We all have a dance
My mood turning formal
Toasting good ridance
RIP Harry Abnormal
A man no one will miss
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Opposite Land
In opposite land Id never lie
Be two faced?, Id rather die
What you’d see is what you’d get
No anxiety, no need to fret
In opposite land we’d all be slim
Never chubby always trim
Image proud, mirror kissed
Your arse would not look big in this
In opposite land we’d never die
We’d never moan, we’d never cry
Always Smiley, happy, shiny
Never sad, never whiney
In opposite land there’d be no hate
We’d love each other without debate
No need collecting ethnic data
The colour of our skin just wouldn’t matter
In...
Be two faced?, Id rather die
What you’d see is what you’d get
No anxiety, no need to fret
In opposite land we’d all be slim
Never chubby always trim
Image proud, mirror kissed
Your arse would not look big in this
In opposite land we’d never die
We’d never moan, we’d never cry
Always Smiley, happy, shiny
Never sad, never whiney
In opposite land there’d be no hate
We’d love each other without debate
No need collecting ethnic data
The colour of our skin just wouldn’t matter
In...
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Desperately Seeking
A feeling hurt
Is not always repairable
A broken heart
Is almost unbearable
A lie that’s told
May be unforgivable
A Life of lies
Might well be unlivable
An assurance given
Can be taken away
Many can speak it
Its easy to betray
A promise made
Seams readily breakable
A familiar type of friendship
Is very easily fakeable
An emotion portrayed
Is not always what it seems
And what I had hoped for
Was just the stuff of dreams
Be a caring person
You’re a doormat to be used
Give the doubt...
Is not always repairable
A broken heart
Is almost unbearable
A lie that’s told
May be unforgivable
A Life of lies
Might well be unlivable
An assurance given
Can be taken away
Many can speak it
Its easy to betray
A promise made
Seams readily breakable
A familiar type of friendship
Is very easily fakeable
An emotion portrayed
Is not always what it seems
And what I had hoped for
Was just the stuff of dreams
Be a caring person
You’re a doormat to be used
Give the doubt...
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Genie
I touched the lamp
I rubbed the lamp
Filled with anticipation
I rubbed it soft
I rubbed it hard
Like metal masturbation
I jerked it slow
I jerked it fast
I jerked till I felt lame
My arm got sore
My wrist went numb
But nothing ever came
I rubbed the lamp
Filled with anticipation
I rubbed it soft
I rubbed it hard
Like metal masturbation
I jerked it slow
I jerked it fast
I jerked till I felt lame
My arm got sore
My wrist went numb
But nothing ever came
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End
I finally got to the end of my rainbow
The colours were fading, it was losing its glow
The gold I was promised seemed to be missing
I found absolutely nothing, not even a pot to piss in
The colours were fading, it was losing its glow
The gold I was promised seemed to be missing
I found absolutely nothing, not even a pot to piss in
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Star
Once I wished upon a star
For money, sex, a fancy car
I wished and wished with all my might
This shooting star, it’s gleaming light
It fizzled, flashed, the light went out
Despite my wish, despite my pout
The power of the star I was negating
I just got tired of fuckin waiting
When you wish upon a star
Makes no difference who you are
Wish for big, wish for small
The star will grant you bugger all
For money, sex, a fancy car
I wished and wished with all my might
This shooting star, it’s gleaming light
It fizzled, flashed, the light went out
Despite my wish, despite my pout
The power of the star I was negating
I just got tired of fuckin waiting
When you wish upon a star
Makes no difference who you are
Wish for big, wish for small
The star will grant you bugger all
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Morning Breaks
It’s almost five in the morning
a cold, crisp day now is dawning
I awake in abject fright
from my slumber of the night
heavy weight across my chest
is my heart going to arrest
find it hard to catch my breath
is this my untimely death
there’s so much I still regret
the thought of dying makes me sweat
inside my chest a rapid thump
I feel my pulse begin to pump
my worst morning, very scary
in my mind I pray to Mary
Then I notice out of place
ten fat fingers in my face
the logic now does not combine
these ten fat fingers aren’t...
a cold, crisp day now is dawning
I awake in abject fright
from my slumber of the night
heavy weight across my chest
is my heart going to arrest
find it hard to catch my breath
is this my untimely death
there’s so much I still regret
the thought of dying makes me sweat
inside my chest a rapid thump
I feel my pulse begin to pump
my worst morning, very scary
in my mind I pray to Mary
Then I notice out of place
ten fat fingers in my face
the logic now does not combine
these ten fat fingers aren’t...
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4 Comments
Unfinished Business (A Glasgow Response)
life is fragile
Life is fleeting
Lives can be taken
without warning
Lives can be ended
without notification
here today
gone tomorrow
such is the sadness
of living and the living
A solution lies in
this tragedy
in the observation
of the grief of many
everyone affected
should live life
to the full
not the fool
love, forgive
laugh, live
live every moment
like it was your last
it could be
and what use
is unfinished business
to survivors
to the living
(A tribute to those who died today...
Life is fleeting
Lives can be taken
without warning
Lives can be ended
without notification
here today
gone tomorrow
such is the sadness
of living and the living
A solution lies in
this tragedy
in the observation
of the grief of many
everyone affected
should live life
to the full
not the fool
love, forgive
laugh, live
live every moment
like it was your last
it could be
and what use
is unfinished business
to survivors
to the living
(A tribute to those who died today...
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The Quote
The Quote
“The greater the artist, the greater the doubt. Perfect confidence is granted to the less talented as a consolation prize.”
Robert Hughes 1938
Ninety nine percent of what I write
Is just not good enough
One percent is utter crap
The other thirty percent of what I write
Wont make the cut despite the fact
It’s worthy of publication by Penguin classic
This leaves fifty two percent of what I write
Twenty eight percent
Is proof positive, that there is no god
Thirty seven percent
Is Brilliance without parallel
The...
“The greater the artist, the greater the doubt. Perfect confidence is granted to the less talented as a consolation prize.”
Robert Hughes 1938
Ninety nine percent of what I write
Is just not good enough
One percent is utter crap
The other thirty percent of what I write
Wont make the cut despite the fact
It’s worthy of publication by Penguin classic
This leaves fifty two percent of what I write
Twenty eight percent
Is proof positive, that there is no god
Thirty seven percent
Is Brilliance without parallel
The...
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2 Comments
Stop Me
704 reads
4 Comments
Why Not
Why write a poem
When the beauty of vision
speaks volumes louder than text
Why write a love song
When nature’s harmony is perfection
that can’t be adequately copied
Why write a play
When human drama is so easy to create,
find and to get involved in
Why write a story
Spending time on a tale
that you never wagged yourself
Why the fuck not ?
When the beauty of vision
speaks volumes louder than text
Why write a love song
When nature’s harmony is perfection
that can’t be adequately copied
Why write a play
When human drama is so easy to create,
find and to get involved in
Why write a story
Spending time on a tale
that you never wagged yourself
Why the fuck not ?
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