Submissions by Fetchitnow
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Just started writing a couple of years ago.
DRUGS POEM
Published
9th Mar 2020 10:32am
9th Mar 2020 10:32am
Psychedelic Den
There's a sandbox in the house,
It feels like lying on the beach.
Boys, I just had a thought, maybe
If we just listen and do not teach.
There's a teepee etched on the mind,
From within my psychedelic den,
By reliving one's childhood,
It might make us wise men
Piano tuning garnished with sea salt,
Sinking down even deeper,
Down with the non-believers,
Rejected by the crazy gatekeepers.
Add a pinch of snorting pepper,
Minds are suddenly lighter than dark. ...
It feels like lying on the beach.
Boys, I just had a thought, maybe
If we just listen and do not teach.
There's a teepee etched on the mind,
From within my psychedelic den,
By reliving one's childhood,
It might make us wise men
Piano tuning garnished with sea salt,
Sinking down even deeper,
Down with the non-believers,
Rejected by the crazy gatekeepers.
Add a pinch of snorting pepper,
Minds are suddenly lighter than dark. ...
#drugs
#hope
#music
#lyrics
#WritingPoetry
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
5th Mar 2020 10:22am
5th Mar 2020 10:22am
Divine Intervention
Sometimes things just suddenly appear
Sometimes they’re ever so clear
My dreams awake, before I can touch
And thoughts rush into, my curious mind
Sometimes things just suddenly appear
It’s as though waking, will make it so clear
If it’s divine intervention, I may believe
Might even start kneeling
Such curiosity for my mind
It’s never just out of reach
It’s always just so close
I feel just a gentle breeze
Then suddenly, I shake all about, upon waking
So, we’ll pretend we can almost touch
We'll see it just...
Sometimes they’re ever so clear
My dreams awake, before I can touch
And thoughts rush into, my curious mind
Sometimes things just suddenly appear
It’s as though waking, will make it so clear
If it’s divine intervention, I may believe
Might even start kneeling
Such curiosity for my mind
It’s never just out of reach
It’s always just so close
I feel just a gentle breeze
Then suddenly, I shake all about, upon waking
So, we’ll pretend we can almost touch
We'll see it just...
#religion
#God
#spiritual
#music
#lyrics
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
4th Mar 2020 11:27am
4th Mar 2020 11:27am
When did your life have any meaning?
If true, if true, then prove it to me
Tell me, when did your life have any meaning?
In the mind, in the mind
Where everyone’s dreams are so kind
But in the end it won’t have the same meaning for all
If true, if true, can you show me real proof
I'm conveying to all what I envisage each night
In the mind, in the mind
Where everyone’s dreams are so kind
But in the end it won’t have the same meaning for all
If true, if true, then prove it to me
Tell me, when did your life have any...
Tell me, when did your life have any meaning?
In the mind, in the mind
Where everyone’s dreams are so kind
But in the end it won’t have the same meaning for all
If true, if true, can you show me real proof
I'm conveying to all what I envisage each night
In the mind, in the mind
Where everyone’s dreams are so kind
But in the end it won’t have the same meaning for all
If true, if true, then prove it to me
Tell me, when did your life have any...
#philosophical
#dreams
#inspirational #LifeChangingMoment
#inspirational #LifeChangingMoment
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2020 7:27am
2nd Mar 2020 7:27am
Jesus or Lennon, sing a little louder: (Rap Version)
Am I really living
Am I just a holy ghost
Created from something
Within our space
Or maybe sent from
The command outpost
Tell me how
Show me a sign
Of a life before man
I'm just a curious type
I need to know more
Because, before this life
Ends for me
I want to learn
I want to see
Just show me which way
I know you can, you can
People, losing their minds
Throwing out children
In our society
More bullying and jealousy
Then murdering for notoriety...
Am I just a holy ghost
Created from something
Within our space
Or maybe sent from
The command outpost
Tell me how
Show me a sign
Of a life before man
I'm just a curious type
I need to know more
Because, before this life
Ends for me
I want to learn
I want to see
Just show me which way
I know you can, you can
People, losing their minds
Throwing out children
In our society
More bullying and jealousy
Then murdering for notoriety...
#philosophical
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Feb 2020 2:23am
28th Feb 2020 2:23am
Liberty
I’m so nice, I’m so nice
Poppin’ ‘bout life and poverty
Saluting freedom, then liberty
Barbering ‘bout broken homes
Police brutality and fake politics
Then, puttin’ one shoe, upon a petal stool
Next day, breakin’ da number one rule
Shakin’ da jewellery, just like a toff
Makin’ the op-po-sit-ion, just take it off
I’m killing them, I’m killing them
Soap operas, sports 24/7, real life reality
What has dat done, to da young ones mentality
Expect da government, to pay for their new home
Pupils wide open, but grammatically suck...
Poppin’ ‘bout life and poverty
Saluting freedom, then liberty
Barbering ‘bout broken homes
Police brutality and fake politics
Then, puttin’ one shoe, upon a petal stool
Next day, breakin’ da number one rule
Shakin’ da jewellery, just like a toff
Makin’ the op-po-sit-ion, just take it off
I’m killing them, I’m killing them
Soap operas, sports 24/7, real life reality
What has dat done, to da young ones mentality
Expect da government, to pay for their new home
Pupils wide open, but grammatically suck...
#music
#lyrics
#FreeVerse
#freedom
#rap
548 reads
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Feb 2020 8:28am
27th Feb 2020 8:28am
Uncle Sam or Tom
The blues are in us all, no matter where your from
Not just in Uncle Sam or from a good ole Uncle Tom
If bitten, there’s all sorts of tricks and charms
If no color doctor about, tune into blues, to heal your qualms
But don’t sing it, if you aren’t prepared to bring it
Bottles are going to sink and eventually hit
Walls will be crawled up, then bounced off, in a rage of fit
But it’ll take a lifetime dose of blues music, to rid every damn hurting bit.
Not just in Uncle Sam or from a good ole Uncle Tom
If bitten, there’s all sorts of tricks and charms
If no color doctor about, tune into blues, to heal your qualms
But don’t sing it, if you aren’t prepared to bring it
Bottles are going to sink and eventually hit
Walls will be crawled up, then bounced off, in a rage of fit
But it’ll take a lifetime dose of blues music, to rid every damn hurting bit.
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#music #lyrics
#music #lyrics
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DRUGS POEM
Published
27th Feb 2020 8:24am
27th Feb 2020 8:24am
Psychedelic Den - Longer version
Now there’s a sandbox in the house, as though lying on the beach.
Boys, I just had a thought, maybe if we just listen and not at all teach.
Now a teepee etched on the mind, from within my psychedelic den,
by reliving ones childhood, it might make us wise men, again.
Piano tuning, garnished with sea salt, sinking even deeper,
down with non-believers, rejected by the crazy gatekeeper.
Add a pinch of snorting pepper, minds are suddenly lighter, than dark.
While sitting on the same pile of sand, as a pack of...
Boys, I just had a thought, maybe if we just listen and not at all teach.
Now a teepee etched on the mind, from within my psychedelic den,
by reliving ones childhood, it might make us wise men, again.
Piano tuning, garnished with sea salt, sinking even deeper,
down with non-believers, rejected by the crazy gatekeeper.
Add a pinch of snorting pepper, minds are suddenly lighter, than dark.
While sitting on the same pile of sand, as a pack of...
#hope
#music
#drugs
#lyrics
#FeelingLost
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Feb 2020 10:57am
25th Feb 2020 10:57am
Sleepin’ On The Rope
A guitarist from Alabama, kept on giving, even whilst laying in the hot sun
Although he was taught the ropes, by the original Robbie Johnson
The young teenager named Lockwood, from Turkey Scratch
Was a maestro studio muso, but couldn’t lite a dry match
He never made the pop charts with the record paying folks
But a legend in the music scene, recording with other blokes
Still, some people like me, would chuck a silver nickel in a jukebox, for a wopp
In the beginning, most bands were sleepin’ on the rope.
Although he was taught the ropes, by the original Robbie Johnson
The young teenager named Lockwood, from Turkey Scratch
Was a maestro studio muso, but couldn’t lite a dry match
He never made the pop charts with the record paying folks
But a legend in the music scene, recording with other blokes
Still, some people like me, would chuck a silver nickel in a jukebox, for a wopp
In the beginning, most bands were sleepin’ on the rope.
#music
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Feb 2020 10:56am
25th Feb 2020 10:56am
Cotton Pickin’
The only friend I’d ever had
Was my dear ole slave dad
He once told me, think about your future
Try and forget about the south’s criminal past
Cotton pickin’ and turnin’ plow, on a wealthy mans plantation field
He never once saw the money that it did forever yield
Big boss said, he almost cleared the books
So yes, the plantation bosses are the real McCoy crooks
Daddy gave them a mighty fistful, but got just a nightly spoonful in return.
Was my dear ole slave dad
He once told me, think about your future
Try and forget about the south’s criminal past
Cotton pickin’ and turnin’ plow, on a wealthy mans plantation field
He never once saw the money that it did forever yield
Big boss said, he almost cleared the books
So yes, the plantation bosses are the real McCoy crooks
Daddy gave them a mighty fistful, but got just a nightly spoonful in return.
#LifeStruggles
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2020 1:51pm
23rd Feb 2020 1:51pm
Pure Music
Pure music, is just three chords and some homemade truth
Much like the glory days, of New York Yankees and Babe Ruth
It’s like eating chicken one day, feathers the next
Or totally in love, ending in a divorce court, with no respect
She can make you cry, smile, think or dream, how bizarre
It can sound like being inside, an old worn out guitar
Being perfectly picked and plucked, as one should
Fully surrounded by good ole seasoned wood
Like a community is unity, which once went without saying
It’ll help propel the voice of the next generation, in...
Much like the glory days, of New York Yankees and Babe Ruth
It’s like eating chicken one day, feathers the next
Or totally in love, ending in a divorce court, with no respect
She can make you cry, smile, think or dream, how bizarre
It can sound like being inside, an old worn out guitar
Being perfectly picked and plucked, as one should
Fully surrounded by good ole seasoned wood
Like a community is unity, which once went without saying
It’ll help propel the voice of the next generation, in...
#music
371 reads
2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
19th Feb 2020 1:31pm
19th Feb 2020 1:31pm
Jesus or Lennon, sing a little louder:
Am I really living?
Am I just a holy ghost?
Created from something within our space,
Or maybe sent from the command outpost.
Tell me how,
Show me a sign, of a life before man
I’m just a curious type, I need to know more
Because before this life ends for me
I want to learn, I want to see
Just show me which way, I know you can, you can.
People, losing their minds,
Throwing out children into society
Bullying, Jealousy, then murdering for notoriety
People, use to have a choice, ...
Am I just a holy ghost?
Created from something within our space,
Or maybe sent from the command outpost.
Tell me how,
Show me a sign, of a life before man
I’m just a curious type, I need to know more
Because before this life ends for me
I want to learn, I want to see
Just show me which way, I know you can, you can.
People, losing their minds,
Throwing out children into society
Bullying, Jealousy, then murdering for notoriety
People, use to have a choice, ...
#inspirational
#God
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
#SelfDiscovery
387 reads
2 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
18th Feb 2020 7:42am
18th Feb 2020 7:42am
Children Who Choose White Laced Candy
When are they gonna break away
Or when are they going to die
Did I miss what society had to say
Should I have just turned the same way
We all think we can beat the odds
Some hadn’t even placed a single bet
Am I the only one, that listened to me and not them
This life’s too simple, to be ruined by an honest mistake
So wake up children who choose white laced candy
When their night’s start, just as the sun begins to wake
You can't even chat, face to face, that’s not very dandy
Just admit, you have a problem, it’s with your...
Or when are they going to die
Did I miss what society had to say
Should I have just turned the same way
We all think we can beat the odds
Some hadn’t even placed a single bet
Am I the only one, that listened to me and not them
This life’s too simple, to be ruined by an honest mistake
So wake up children who choose white laced candy
When their night’s start, just as the sun begins to wake
You can't even chat, face to face, that’s not very dandy
Just admit, you have a problem, it’s with your...
#drugs
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