Submissions by Lowko (Jimi Tatz)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
It's a bad neighborhood between these two ears👂👂!
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Published
1st Nov 2024 2:54pm
1st Nov 2024 2:54pm
Thee Underclass
It was thee 18th century, and I was just a mere vagabondus.
I couldn't hold down a job, I think one week was my longest!
With a peaky blinders cap and my waistcoat on tight,
I would wander thee streets at night, drunk, and get into fights.
It was thee old days of Landan, full of buskers and harlots.
Staggering past thee beggers, on thee way to thee market.
I met a Dorris called Charlotte, going past on her horse and cart,
She offered me a lift and asked where I'd like to depart?!
She was talking all jargon about nobility,...
I couldn't hold down a job, I think one week was my longest!
With a peaky blinders cap and my waistcoat on tight,
I would wander thee streets at night, drunk, and get into fights.
It was thee old days of Landan, full of buskers and harlots.
Staggering past thee beggers, on thee way to thee market.
I met a Dorris called Charlotte, going past on her horse and cart,
She offered me a lift and asked where I'd like to depart?!
She was talking all jargon about nobility,...
#friendship
#heroic
#humankind #masculinity
#humankind #masculinity
142 reads
2 Comments
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Published
20th Oct 2024 6:27pm
20th Oct 2024 6:27pm
James Gang
Life in lockdown, no different for me,
I lived it all wild, and I lived it all free.
Posters on the windows, "No mask, no serve!"
"Don’t enter bare-faced. You’ve got some nerve!"
But out I’d go in, lanyard 'round my neck,
Snap a selfie, give a cheeky peck,
To Instagram with vids, “Mr Exempt”
Mockin' the masks felt so contempt.
Me and Snooper, down the leprechaun’s lane,
Mobility car, she weren’t the same,
Up to L-Town, we’d head for a score,
Boxes o’ weed, rip-offs galore.
Drive down Pembz, drop...
I lived it all wild, and I lived it all free.
Posters on the windows, "No mask, no serve!"
"Don’t enter bare-faced. You’ve got some nerve!"
But out I’d go in, lanyard 'round my neck,
Snap a selfie, give a cheeky peck,
To Instagram with vids, “Mr Exempt”
Mockin' the masks felt so contempt.
Me and Snooper, down the leprechaun’s lane,
Mobility car, she weren’t the same,
Up to L-Town, we’d head for a score,
Boxes o’ weed, rip-offs galore.
Drive down Pembz, drop...
#addiction
#alcohol
#drugs
#marijuana
#temptation
157 reads
5 Comments
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Published
17th Oct 2024 11:07pm
17th Oct 2024 11:07pm
Carstr8ed
The good ol'days, it seemed so long ago,
With sci-fi flicks ‘bout robots and the underworld shows.
"Demolition Man," "Fifth Element," "Blade Runner," too,
Even "iRobot"... just to name a few!
It’s ‘ere now, sharp as a knife,
A world not like the one we knew in life.
Mechanoids, cyborgs, and robots on the rise,
The rich man buys ‘em, no surprise.
There is no need for workers clockin’ 9 to 5,
These bots work round the clocks, always alive.
While people beg for jobs and starve,
The wealthy laugh,...
With sci-fi flicks ‘bout robots and the underworld shows.
"Demolition Man," "Fifth Element," "Blade Runner," too,
Even "iRobot"... just to name a few!
It’s ‘ere now, sharp as a knife,
A world not like the one we knew in life.
Mechanoids, cyborgs, and robots on the rise,
The rich man buys ‘em, no surprise.
There is no need for workers clockin’ 9 to 5,
These bots work round the clocks, always alive.
While people beg for jobs and starve,
The wealthy laugh,...
#apocalypse
#curse
#fate
#mythology
#scifi
106 reads
0 Comments
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Published
17th Oct 2024 2:33pm
17th Oct 2024 2:33pm
3 Amigos
Gino loved his music. He would make it on his laptop, he would record his vocals into it, and make sure that it's all back up.
Sitting in his room, making tunes on his ones, his Spaniard friend knocks on the door because she's shaking for a bong.
Gina was her name. She would buy weed from Gino every day before she started her shifts at work and became a slave.
Gino asks Gina if she would lay some Spanish down on a song that he'd been working on. What could go possibly wrong?
He calls his friend Rev over, who is a wizz on the guitar, with ginger...
Sitting in his room, making tunes on his ones, his Spaniard friend knocks on the door because she's shaking for a bong.
Gina was her name. She would buy weed from Gino every day before she started her shifts at work and became a slave.
Gino asks Gina if she would lay some Spanish down on a song that he'd been working on. What could go possibly wrong?
He calls his friend Rev over, who is a wizz on the guitar, with ginger...
#art
#culture
#identity
#masculinity
#music
166 reads
2 Comments
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Published
9th Oct 2024 9:35am
9th Oct 2024 9:35am
Plane 2 Spain
Alright, geez, let me give ya the squeez,
'Bout James Rocco, who had his fees,
In Hazza West, down at Wacko’s place,
Where the drugs flowed free, it was quite a disgrace.
With cider in hand and the parties ablaze,
The nights were a blur, lost in the haze,
"Oi, Rocco!" they'd shout, "Another round, mate!"
And his liver cried mercy. It wasn’t so great.
GT levels were sky-high at 178,
Yet Rocco would laugh, "It’s me usual state!"
Friends all around, in houses and streets,
Drug use was...
'Bout James Rocco, who had his fees,
In Hazza West, down at Wacko’s place,
Where the drugs flowed free, it was quite a disgrace.
With cider in hand and the parties ablaze,
The nights were a blur, lost in the haze,
"Oi, Rocco!" they'd shout, "Another round, mate!"
And his liver cried mercy. It wasn’t so great.
GT levels were sky-high at 178,
Yet Rocco would laugh, "It’s me usual state!"
Friends all around, in houses and streets,
Drug use was...
#drugs
#freedom
#marijuana
#passion
#travel
159 reads
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Published
27th Sep 2024 11:35am
27th Sep 2024 11:35am
Jack Tha Lad In Jack Land
Gino went and played pool every Friday night.
With his friend Stevie G, they'd go and have some pints.
The stress from his Mrs at home was wearing on his brain,
So he always wanted to cut it loose, so he didn't go insane!
One day, when he was off his bonce, he drank shots at the bar.
He pulled this little, fine ting, but he never took it far.
He would meet her every other day, and Emma was her name.
Till Poppy spotted them out one day and chased her down the lane.
Gino and Emma used to hook up, but only...
With his friend Stevie G, they'd go and have some pints.
The stress from his Mrs at home was wearing on his brain,
So he always wanted to cut it loose, so he didn't go insane!
One day, when he was off his bonce, he drank shots at the bar.
He pulled this little, fine ting, but he never took it far.
He would meet her every other day, and Emma was her name.
Till Poppy spotted them out one day and chased her down the lane.
Gino and Emma used to hook up, but only...
#Britain
#city
#earth
#healing
#home
145 reads
3 Comments
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Published
13th Sep 2024 11:42am
13th Sep 2024 11:42am
Gino & Poppy
It was the early 2010s, another pissed up night at the boozer.
A young Gino Corona was spending all of his dosh, like a loser!
He had long hair in a bun and a wife-beater to show his guns.
Flossing a big chunky chain on his neck to show his funds.
His wife and his kid at home would wonder where he might be?
Either way she knew, he would be pissed up, somewhere out of his tree.
In the gritty town of Swansea, it was raw, rough, and ready.
They lived in a grotty flat in the moody streets of Sketty.
Poppy Fiasco was...
A young Gino Corona was spending all of his dosh, like a loser!
He had long hair in a bun and a wife-beater to show his guns.
Flossing a big chunky chain on his neck to show his funds.
His wife and his kid at home would wonder where he might be?
Either way she knew, he would be pissed up, somewhere out of his tree.
In the gritty town of Swansea, it was raw, rough, and ready.
They lived in a grotty flat in the moody streets of Sketty.
Poppy Fiasco was...
#family
#fatherhood
#marriage
#memories
#responsibility
166 reads
1 Comment
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Published
14th Apr 2024 7:15pm
14th Apr 2024 7:15pm
Brickstone
3000 BC, welcome to Brickstone, with stone built blocks of flats. If you weren't from around here, then you tip-toe.
Chrysopraze Stone was a neanderthal badman. He was feared throughout the land of Bricks, just like he's the Sandman.
He had a low forehead, and his barnet was shaved to the wood. He had a sabre tooth shank that he carried around in the hood.
His wifey Amathyst was also good with her fists. You wouldn't criticise her cooking, or your facial mug would get chipped.
She was tall and she was blonde, Amazonian strong, the queen of the...
Chrysopraze Stone was a neanderthal badman. He was feared throughout the land of Bricks, just like he's the Sandman.
He had a low forehead, and his barnet was shaved to the wood. He had a sabre tooth shank that he carried around in the hood.
His wifey Amathyst was also good with her fists. You wouldn't criticise her cooking, or your facial mug would get chipped.
She was tall and she was blonde, Amazonian strong, the queen of the...
#narrative
#ShortStory
#prose
#historical
#nonfiction
324 reads
2 Comments
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Published
2nd Apr 2024 5:25pm
2nd Apr 2024 5:25pm
Sea Breeze Cafe
In a tourist town, at the sea breeze cafe, I popped in for a bacon bap and a nice hot latte.
A short dumpy gremlin, whose name was Jolene, was being rude to the customers, tho she was quite pretty.
But only on the face, her greasy hair was tied back in a bun, I'm sure she just like being a b*tch and did it all for fun.
She should work at Karen's cafe, then she would be good at her job, instead of flobbing into people's cups of tea and acting like a yob.
With a screw face on and her arms folded up, she chucked the menu to the customers...
A short dumpy gremlin, whose name was Jolene, was being rude to the customers, tho she was quite pretty.
But only on the face, her greasy hair was tied back in a bun, I'm sure she just like being a b*tch and did it all for fun.
She should work at Karen's cafe, then she would be good at her job, instead of flobbing into people's cups of tea and acting like a yob.
With a screw face on and her arms folded up, she chucked the menu to the customers...
#birds
#beach
#holiday
#food
#travel
264 reads
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Published
20th Mar 2024 7:33am
20th Mar 2024 7:33am
Dining Out Of Trash Cans
George was an ambitious fox. He is very cunning and intelligent, although he would eat out of trash cans, in the alleyway, in his element.
He takes food home, back to the family den, where his lady fox and cubs are in the forestry of the ends.
He could visit a lot of bins in one night, trying to find a nice delight, when one day he messed up and had quite a fright.
A booby-trap cage had crashed down and locked him inside. There was nowhere he could run, and nowhere he could hide.
He was trapped for the night. He had stepped onto the wrong lawn....
He takes food home, back to the family den, where his lady fox and cubs are in the forestry of the ends.
He could visit a lot of bins in one night, trying to find a nice delight, when one day he messed up and had quite a fright.
A booby-trap cage had crashed down and locked him inside. There was nowhere he could run, and nowhere he could hide.
He was trapped for the night. He had stepped onto the wrong lawn....
#dogs
#animals
#birds
255 reads
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Published
17th Mar 2024 6:59am
17th Mar 2024 6:59am
Brixton Snow
1992, Brixton Prison, a golden dreadlock Snowy, plays his position, cooling in his cell and watching some television.
He walks with a limp through the wing, his boat bares a grin, and they say, "Have you got a pebble in your shoe and ting?"
Sporting circle sunglasses just like John Lennon, they cover his mince-pies, he is one fly felon.
He was a ragga MC, and he spat pure Patois. He didn't make generic hip hop, like your average rapper.
Now he is released from the shovel and pick, he's got his eyes on the prize, so he won't miss a trick! ...
He walks with a limp through the wing, his boat bares a grin, and they say, "Have you got a pebble in your shoe and ting?"
Sporting circle sunglasses just like John Lennon, they cover his mince-pies, he is one fly felon.
He was a ragga MC, and he spat pure Patois. He didn't make generic hip hop, like your average rapper.
Now he is released from the shovel and pick, he's got his eyes on the prize, so he won't miss a trick! ...
#city
#music
#prison
263 reads
2 Comments
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Published
6th Mar 2024 8:22am
6th Mar 2024 8:22am
StevO Tha Seagull III
It was a beautiful morning, in the seaside town of Tenby.
All the holiday makers were in their best summer garms, lookin' trendy.
StevO The Seagull was gliding around over the town, listening to drill music in his headphones, baring a frown!
Sunglasses on his boatrace, that were balancing on his beak, when he decided to glide down for a better look on the street.
He saw a bald slaphead, with an angry red face, and decided to take a crap, on his head in the place.
The man had a fit Mrs, that couldn't help but laugh, and the man yanked her by...
All the holiday makers were in their best summer garms, lookin' trendy.
StevO The Seagull was gliding around over the town, listening to drill music in his headphones, baring a frown!
Sunglasses on his boatrace, that were balancing on his beak, when he decided to glide down for a better look on the street.
He saw a bald slaphead, with an angry red face, and decided to take a crap, on his head in the place.
The man had a fit Mrs, that couldn't help but laugh, and the man yanked her by...
#birds
#beach
#holiday #travel
#holiday #travel
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