Submissions by JevDev
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I like to leave it up to the readers imagination and give everything a double, maybe even treble meaning and let people keep thinking about what I write.. at least that's what I try to do?..
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Oct 2013 5:50pm
9th Oct 2013 5:50pm
Lonely Cigarette Blues
Names of lovers carved on desks,
they're drums on slow and rainy days.
Sticks and fences, found ten pences..
Money for your cigarettes.
Mam's on your case about a job,
no need to be a filthy slob.
Your happiness is fading fast,
like hearts on mirrors.. never last.
but you can take your solace son,
pay for your smokes and have some fun.
So dance around the jukebox...
to a bluesy rhythm sound.
just make sure you've got a lighter
and flick your ash upon the ground.
it's all you...
they're drums on slow and rainy days.
Sticks and fences, found ten pences..
Money for your cigarettes.
Mam's on your case about a job,
no need to be a filthy slob.
Your happiness is fading fast,
like hearts on mirrors.. never last.
but you can take your solace son,
pay for your smokes and have some fun.
So dance around the jukebox...
to a bluesy rhythm sound.
just make sure you've got a lighter
and flick your ash upon the ground.
it's all you...
531 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Oct 2013 9:08pm
8th Oct 2013 9:08pm
Poetry Reading
The poet's lips are full of death as a
lake skips clean right off his breath and
the tides are full of broken sadness as he
swims on through the murky madness.
He meets a friend from outer sea,
got washed up from the lost city.
The morning sings a lark filled song and
the poet tries to hum and sing along but
the morning light reveals a girl..
She's dressed for dark with shoes in hand,
lost her way to the moonlight catwalk.
The kids really don't stand a chance,
distracted by her drinking potion stumble
and forgetful...
lake skips clean right off his breath and
the tides are full of broken sadness as he
swims on through the murky madness.
He meets a friend from outer sea,
got washed up from the lost city.
The morning sings a lark filled song and
the poet tries to hum and sing along but
the morning light reveals a girl..
She's dressed for dark with shoes in hand,
lost her way to the moonlight catwalk.
The kids really don't stand a chance,
distracted by her drinking potion stumble
and forgetful...
474 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
27th Sep 2013 5:09pm
27th Sep 2013 5:09pm
Lover's Town
There's been a murder
at the edge of town.
A girl lays outstretched beneath the
starry blanket of night.
The killers silhouette engraved on the
town's heart.
Wealthy men's swimming pools full of the tears
of melancholy brides of the war,
we must jump in and prove it's safe,
prove it to ourselves at least.
Old wives tales down by the river,
cleaning the clothes of husbands lost,
they hate it but they need to clothe their
children..
with the memories.
One girl goes off in search of musical love
to...
at the edge of town.
A girl lays outstretched beneath the
starry blanket of night.
The killers silhouette engraved on the
town's heart.
Wealthy men's swimming pools full of the tears
of melancholy brides of the war,
we must jump in and prove it's safe,
prove it to ourselves at least.
Old wives tales down by the river,
cleaning the clothes of husbands lost,
they hate it but they need to clothe their
children..
with the memories.
One girl goes off in search of musical love
to...
467 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Sep 2013 5:28pm
16th Sep 2013 5:28pm
All the poetry has wolves in it, all but one, the most beautiful one of all;
Run away w/ me towards the laughter
Skip arthwart the setting sun
Sleep on the dark side of the moon
and howl with me in passion's fun
Peony;
Your simple beauty adorns you with it's
subtle suggestion of love on the cards
A wisp of breeze blown hair has fallen
stray from your scrunchy.
Au contraire, a velvet nightmare.
Don't do it Francesca!
Shivering fingertipless gloves wrapped
around a tarnished harp, it's the only
love he's ever known
...
Skip arthwart the setting sun
Sleep on the dark side of the moon
and howl with me in passion's fun
Peony;
Your simple beauty adorns you with it's
subtle suggestion of love on the cards
A wisp of breeze blown hair has fallen
stray from your scrunchy.
Au contraire, a velvet nightmare.
Don't do it Francesca!
Shivering fingertipless gloves wrapped
around a tarnished harp, it's the only
love he's ever known
...
786 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
10th Sep 2013 9:56pm
10th Sep 2013 9:56pm
Lost
Remove your mask and take a seat I'll whisper you a story,
A story of another place of beauty death and glory.
The story is that of a woman,
who was born in the eye of a storm
and had a trunk at the bottom of her bed
full of hearts of the men she had worn.
A crucifix hung round her neck
though lost her faith in god.
she would constantly dream of dancing
on a phonograph laid in her room,
And the turntable turns into a whirlpool
and deeper and deeper she'd fall
till she's woken by screams of the
old...
A story of another place of beauty death and glory.
The story is that of a woman,
who was born in the eye of a storm
and had a trunk at the bottom of her bed
full of hearts of the men she had worn.
A crucifix hung round her neck
though lost her faith in god.
she would constantly dream of dancing
on a phonograph laid in her room,
And the turntable turns into a whirlpool
and deeper and deeper she'd fall
till she's woken by screams of the
old...
568 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
6th Sep 2013 8:48pm
6th Sep 2013 8:48pm
Too Much Time
Staring at the floor w/ the starry roof above my head,
I hope the ceiling doesn't leak.
Thoughts on the weirder side of life
and love.
My chair is broken and I've nipped my leg
but I can't keep Ginsberg waiting in my arms
any longer, his pregnant words speak a symphony
to my boredom.
I want to be intelligent, it's all I ever
wanted.
I'm too lazy to be intelligent.
I'm even too lazy to pursue the intelligence
that i'm too lazy to be intelligent.
Now this isn't 'love me love me i'm thick'
i'm just waiting...
I hope the ceiling doesn't leak.
Thoughts on the weirder side of life
and love.
My chair is broken and I've nipped my leg
but I can't keep Ginsberg waiting in my arms
any longer, his pregnant words speak a symphony
to my boredom.
I want to be intelligent, it's all I ever
wanted.
I'm too lazy to be intelligent.
I'm even too lazy to pursue the intelligence
that i'm too lazy to be intelligent.
Now this isn't 'love me love me i'm thick'
i'm just waiting...
556 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Sep 2013 8:34pm
6th Sep 2013 8:34pm
Sailors Weekend
Lazybones! Wake up!
The pyrophoric screams of war float
through your window on the morning dew.
Look outside Messiah!
Violent scenes wage on between
brawny waisters over disagreements at sea.
"outcheat us you will!" they screamed
The maestro sits at vantage looking on, unfazed.
Hes seen it all before, no pity required.
"revolt!?" they continued to bark.
Their kiss and tell tactics make for
a painful weekend. Tramps.
Don't worry they;ll be whisked away
on their boisterous tide on the next...
The pyrophoric screams of war float
through your window on the morning dew.
Look outside Messiah!
Violent scenes wage on between
brawny waisters over disagreements at sea.
"outcheat us you will!" they screamed
The maestro sits at vantage looking on, unfazed.
Hes seen it all before, no pity required.
"revolt!?" they continued to bark.
Their kiss and tell tactics make for
a painful weekend. Tramps.
Don't worry they;ll be whisked away
on their boisterous tide on the next...
497 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Sep 2013 11:59am
5th Sep 2013 11:59am
Monument Observatory
The purposeful,
the lax,
the man in suit who has his fax,
the time wasters,
rhyme piasters,
family man with family plans,
the fans of Miss guitar in hand.
The first date,
bad plate floor size dinner,
winners,
losers and all the time bruisers.
Your voices makes all this disappear,
swept away by a road sweeps ploy.
Boy and girl walk hand in hand,
past you and they had not planned
to hear a song they both do love,
for some reason up above.
You make the street turn into one
no...
the lax,
the man in suit who has his fax,
the time wasters,
rhyme piasters,
family man with family plans,
the fans of Miss guitar in hand.
The first date,
bad plate floor size dinner,
winners,
losers and all the time bruisers.
Your voices makes all this disappear,
swept away by a road sweeps ploy.
Boy and girl walk hand in hand,
past you and they had not planned
to hear a song they both do love,
for some reason up above.
You make the street turn into one
no...
527 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
4th Sep 2013 11:40pm
4th Sep 2013 11:40pm
Jealousy Woes
I'm the fool that stole the precious jewel,
it's brought me not but trouble.
She's got a sandstorm stride and a wallop like the high-tide.
There's a picture of love on the back of her hand
to remind her of what she's supposed to be feeling.
She cries green tears when she dwells on her fears
and they've sodden her quilt-cover gown.
A shattered vase against the wall,
your lone defence is soon to fall.
The lover's tribe has many spies
and you're the one...
it's brought me not but trouble.
She's got a sandstorm stride and a wallop like the high-tide.
There's a picture of love on the back of her hand
to remind her of what she's supposed to be feeling.
She cries green tears when she dwells on her fears
and they've sodden her quilt-cover gown.
A shattered vase against the wall,
your lone defence is soon to fall.
The lover's tribe has many spies
and you're the one...
543 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Sep 2013 12:10pm
2nd Sep 2013 12:10pm
Lost Love
The Green fairy's cast a spell on you,
it's pain that no one thought they knew.
The glowing warming pain of love,
from no other white hot dove.
Fisty-Cuffs inside a bar,
born beneath the morning star.
The beautiful ship has sailed away
and taken love along its way.
it's pain that no one thought they knew.
The glowing warming pain of love,
from no other white hot dove.
Fisty-Cuffs inside a bar,
born beneath the morning star.
The beautiful ship has sailed away
and taken love along its way.
544 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Sep 2013 12:04pm
2nd Sep 2013 12:04pm
Part Time Lover
The Night's eyes are berated by blood diamond dust,
struck almost unknowingly, blinded by this fact, crack the whip to
keep the martyrdom at bay.
An iron curtain is draped over the scene to hide the nightmare.
The Night sleeps with the Day to take away the pain,
the satin sheets caress her wounds of battle and the soft strokes of her hair cleanse the memories.
The stars are a lonely place to play.
The majestic pain of love is silenced by pain-killers and wine.
The Day sleeps on the bosom of Night, contrite.
struck almost unknowingly, blinded by this fact, crack the whip to
keep the martyrdom at bay.
An iron curtain is draped over the scene to hide the nightmare.
The Night sleeps with the Day to take away the pain,
the satin sheets caress her wounds of battle and the soft strokes of her hair cleanse the memories.
The stars are a lonely place to play.
The majestic pain of love is silenced by pain-killers and wine.
The Day sleeps on the bosom of Night, contrite.
476 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st Aug 2013 6:42pm
31st Aug 2013 6:42pm
The Funeral
The subway composer looks into the night,
he sees a light of Persian bright.
Took off his hat when he heard the news
that rock is dead and so's his muse.
Grimy roofs make backgammon boards
and fights erect by ancient swords.
Goes off in search of bad luck dreams
comes back to find the world's split seams.
he sees a light of Persian bright.
Took off his hat when he heard the news
that rock is dead and so's his muse.
Grimy roofs make backgammon boards
and fights erect by ancient swords.
Goes off in search of bad luck dreams
comes back to find the world's split seams.
666 reads
4 Comments
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