Submissions by FlingleBunt65
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Jan 2014 7:27pm
15th Jan 2014 7:27pm
THE GARDENER
THE GARDNER
She was busy tapping away...
at her computer...
typing her next poem.
Her writing was her passion...
and she just loved ...
reading books.
It was a really hot day and...
her short story was...
a little behind schedule.
Looking out of her window...
with one hand raised to her brow...
she saw the gardener.
He was always looking happy...
How could he ...
always look...
so bloody happy..
she scorned!!
Slowly stepping out...
into the garden...she asked...
Do you need anything?
I...
She was busy tapping away...
at her computer...
typing her next poem.
Her writing was her passion...
and she just loved ...
reading books.
It was a really hot day and...
her short story was...
a little behind schedule.
Looking out of her window...
with one hand raised to her brow...
she saw the gardener.
He was always looking happy...
How could he ...
always look...
so bloody happy..
she scorned!!
Slowly stepping out...
into the garden...she asked...
Do you need anything?
I...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Jan 2014 6:33pm
15th Jan 2014 6:33pm
ME AND YOU
ME AND YOU
I love this place...
just here ...where I'm as safe as I can be.
I can often hear...music ...
coming from outside...
and you...singing softly.
Often I wonder what you look like...
And yet...your gentleness ...
always... soothes me.
When you sing...
softly ...and dance...
I can almost feel ...
the rhythm...
of the music...and...
you!
I know there are times ...
when you... feel me too....
Though we have never met...
yet I feel that somehow...
I have known you ...
all my life...
...
I love this place...
just here ...where I'm as safe as I can be.
I can often hear...music ...
coming from outside...
and you...singing softly.
Often I wonder what you look like...
And yet...your gentleness ...
always... soothes me.
When you sing...
softly ...and dance...
I can almost feel ...
the rhythm...
of the music...and...
you!
I know there are times ...
when you... feel me too....
Though we have never met...
yet I feel that somehow...
I have known you ...
all my life...
...
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ANGER POEM
Published
13th Jan 2014 5:57pm
13th Jan 2014 5:57pm
PRISONERS OF PREJUDICE
PRISONERS OF PREJUDICE
Go on!! ...take a good look at us together.
We are put together....
Here...In this rotten
And stinking Hell hole.
Cold..miserable...and a
Lonely place
Shackled by chains...
Likened only to animals.
Unlike you we have souls...
We hurt, we bleed, we pray.
You...you and you're ilk
Poised to endlessly beat
And lash us..
You have no soul, no feeling.
Only deep rooted hatred...
From the shallow depth
Of your mind.
Look closely..
Yes closer, much closer...
Our skin colour...
Go on!! ...take a good look at us together.
We are put together....
Here...In this rotten
And stinking Hell hole.
Cold..miserable...and a
Lonely place
Shackled by chains...
Likened only to animals.
Unlike you we have souls...
We hurt, we bleed, we pray.
You...you and you're ilk
Poised to endlessly beat
And lash us..
You have no soul, no feeling.
Only deep rooted hatred...
From the shallow depth
Of your mind.
Look closely..
Yes closer, much closer...
Our skin colour...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Jan 2014 8:48pm
8th Jan 2014 8:48pm
TOGETHER ONE WORLD
TOGETHER ONE WORLD
From the bellies of men spew so many vile atrocities...
spurned by hatred of others and themselves.
If such divine deity exists, then come...come now
...and cut open these bellies and let their vileness flow into the ground.
Angels weeping as they watch...
hearts and minds destroyed by greed, and political niche's.
Oh brother's and sisters of this planet, take no heed to indifference's of skin colour, creed, religion, sexual preference.
Let us be as one...human and humane.
Shoulder to shoulder moving mountains and... ...
From the bellies of men spew so many vile atrocities...
spurned by hatred of others and themselves.
If such divine deity exists, then come...come now
...and cut open these bellies and let their vileness flow into the ground.
Angels weeping as they watch...
hearts and minds destroyed by greed, and political niche's.
Oh brother's and sisters of this planet, take no heed to indifference's of skin colour, creed, religion, sexual preference.
Let us be as one...human and humane.
Shoulder to shoulder moving mountains and... ...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Jan 2014 9:26am
7th Jan 2014 9:26am
SAT ON MY THRONE
ON MY THRONE
The place I love to be...
most is definitely is...
sat on my throne.
Right now they are all...
standing and waiting
for my entrance.
These people of all ages..
excited, shouting and waving.
Many have travelled far...
to see me.
I am humbled by their loyalty...
but I'm not alone
there are others.
The press comment...
on my attire of
a gold jacket
The fanfare sounds...
TV cameras roll
the time is here...now
As I walk out into view...
I hear screams...
The place I love to be...
most is definitely is...
sat on my throne.
Right now they are all...
standing and waiting
for my entrance.
These people of all ages..
excited, shouting and waving.
Many have travelled far...
to see me.
I am humbled by their loyalty...
but I'm not alone
there are others.
The press comment...
on my attire of
a gold jacket
The fanfare sounds...
TV cameras roll
the time is here...now
As I walk out into view...
I hear screams...
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LOVE POEM
Published
5th Jan 2014 11:03pm
5th Jan 2014 11:03pm
MORE THAN A DREAM
MORE THAN A DREAM
Why do I weep when I leave you...
alone once again through the night
I feel something burning inside me
a feeling that feels very right
How do you feel when you leave me
alone as you are just like me
Do you wish like me things were different
Maybe one day we will see
My heart is simply a muscle
but it beats like a drum just for you
Can you hear it when we are together
My blood like a river rushes through
Why are your lips so enticing
would they be at home next to mine
Would the joy of our tongues...
Why do I weep when I leave you...
alone once again through the night
I feel something burning inside me
a feeling that feels very right
How do you feel when you leave me
alone as you are just like me
Do you wish like me things were different
Maybe one day we will see
My heart is simply a muscle
but it beats like a drum just for you
Can you hear it when we are together
My blood like a river rushes through
Why are your lips so enticing
would they be at home next to mine
Would the joy of our tongues...
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LOVE POEM
Published
5th Jan 2014 5:43pm
5th Jan 2014 5:43pm
I'LL BE HERE FOR YOU
I'LL BE HERE FOR YOU
When the days are long and the nights are cold
And all you need,
is a hand to hold...
I'll be here for you!
When your eyes are weeping and your heart is broken
And all you need,
are some soft words spoken
I'll be here for you!
When all of life is hit and miss
And all you want,
is a tender kiss
I'll be here for you!
When the days are long and the nights are cold
And all you need,
is a hand to hold...
I'll be here for you!
When your eyes are weeping and your heart is broken
And all you need,
are some soft words spoken
I'll be here for you!
When all of life is hit and miss
And all you want,
is a tender kiss
I'll be here for you!
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Jan 2014 5:34pm
4th Jan 2014 5:34pm
MY DEAR OLD MUM
MY DEAR OLD MUM
There’s been many a story told me, from a time before I was born
Where working folk had real hard times, and their clothes were often torn
Lots of washing and cleaning, and doing for other folk
Fetching coal in a scuttle, and giving the fire a poke
Cooking food on fire, in a great big boiling pot
Then pressing creases out of clothes, with the iron that was hot
This lady has been loyal, though her husband has passed on
A lifetime sharing memories, together they were one
An allotment growing food they had, potatoes and...
There’s been many a story told me, from a time before I was born
Where working folk had real hard times, and their clothes were often torn
Lots of washing and cleaning, and doing for other folk
Fetching coal in a scuttle, and giving the fire a poke
Cooking food on fire, in a great big boiling pot
Then pressing creases out of clothes, with the iron that was hot
This lady has been loyal, though her husband has passed on
A lifetime sharing memories, together they were one
An allotment growing food they had, potatoes and...
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LOVE POEM
Published
28th Dec 2013 8:27pm
28th Dec 2013 8:27pm
JUST A PICTURE
JUST A PICTURE
They… they see her every day…on display in all her glory!
Oh how they smile in awe!
Just to see her outdoors every day looking so radiant.
They can surely all be forgiven for believing the sun shines yet again, simply because the warmth she radiates is like a warm summer’s day.
Her attire knows no ends and is never in conflict with fashion…for she was made to draw eyes to all that is beautiful.
Amongst the sweetest fragranced flowers, the most scenic views of the land, and the most precious of stones…you will find none that compare to the...
They… they see her every day…on display in all her glory!
Oh how they smile in awe!
Just to see her outdoors every day looking so radiant.
They can surely all be forgiven for believing the sun shines yet again, simply because the warmth she radiates is like a warm summer’s day.
Her attire knows no ends and is never in conflict with fashion…for she was made to draw eyes to all that is beautiful.
Amongst the sweetest fragranced flowers, the most scenic views of the land, and the most precious of stones…you will find none that compare to the...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
28th Dec 2013 3:44pm
28th Dec 2013 3:44pm
SUBMISSION
SUBMISSION
I crave for you…I'm addicted to you
Take over my mind…
My body…My soul.
I want to overdose on you every night…
The stronger you’re dosage the better…
Let me be always on the edge of…
yet another fix with… you
Till all my bodily spasms cease…
and I am calm again…
And sane enough…
To receive your next trip…
of poetic love
Let me feel your soft lips against mine…
As the fire of love sparks!!
WRC
I crave for you…I'm addicted to you
Take over my mind…
My body…My soul.
I want to overdose on you every night…
The stronger you’re dosage the better…
Let me be always on the edge of…
yet another fix with… you
Till all my bodily spasms cease…
and I am calm again…
And sane enough…
To receive your next trip…
of poetic love
Let me feel your soft lips against mine…
As the fire of love sparks!!
WRC
1077 reads
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ANGER POEM
Published
22nd Dec 2013 1:36pm
22nd Dec 2013 1:36pm
PASTURES NOT SO GREEN
PASTURES NOT SO GREEN
Those once lush green pastures that once carpeted the land…
Have now been removed… no remnants or remorse
Men simply chopping away at mother earth…
As she remonstrates peacefully
The transition to intercepting and never ending roads…
To here and to there continues…
Torturing her, hurting her, breaking her down…
Only for power and greed
You are nothing who dares to tread here with no soul…
Bringing only your jackboot belief…
Leave now…you and your ilk
Mother earth weeps gently as the rain falls
We...
Those once lush green pastures that once carpeted the land…
Have now been removed… no remnants or remorse
Men simply chopping away at mother earth…
As she remonstrates peacefully
The transition to intercepting and never ending roads…
To here and to there continues…
Torturing her, hurting her, breaking her down…
Only for power and greed
You are nothing who dares to tread here with no soul…
Bringing only your jackboot belief…
Leave now…you and your ilk
Mother earth weeps gently as the rain falls
We...
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LOVE POEM
Published
21st Dec 2013 2:37pm
21st Dec 2013 2:37pm
ON-LINE DRUGS
ON-LINE DRUGS
They were both users and addicts…they were forever using lines.
Often they would find themselves overwhelmed by injections of potent material.
He used everything available to him and often shared it.
…She too often injected and then shared with him even though they had no connection.
She was his addiction… they both injected their thoughts and feelings into their work…
The inks they used were an integral part of that process… often leaving them gasping!
Starting off with one or two lines they would soon be embroiled verse and chapter…...
They were both users and addicts…they were forever using lines.
Often they would find themselves overwhelmed by injections of potent material.
He used everything available to him and often shared it.
…She too often injected and then shared with him even though they had no connection.
She was his addiction… they both injected their thoughts and feelings into their work…
The inks they used were an integral part of that process… often leaving them gasping!
Starting off with one or two lines they would soon be embroiled verse and chapter…...
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