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
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 at home, with...
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 at home, with...
#family
#fatherhood
#marriage
#memories
#responsibility
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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
198 reads
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Published
2nd Apr 2024 5:25pm
2nd Apr 2024 5:25pm
Sea Breeze Cafe
In the tourist town of 10B, in 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 like...
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 like...
#birds
#beach
#holiday
#food
#travel
151 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
163 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
177 reads
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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
166 reads
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Published
29th Feb 2024 2:26pm
29th Feb 2024 2:26pm
Enter Tha Badman
Another disc day dawned, now here's the scoop,
Gino Corona, released from prison, fresh out the coop.
Five years down the line, for a knife crime spree,
Now he's out, on the right path, to set himself free.
Decides on shotokan karate, and keepin' it clean,
He arrived at the dojo, it was a sight unseen.
The sensei there, the retired cop from back in the day,
Corri Coleback sent Gino, back then, on his way.
Eighth Dan black belt, no joking around,
His daughter, Mary Coleback, also wears the crown.
She's a rookie cop on the beat, and...
Gino Corona, released from prison, fresh out the coop.
Five years down the line, for a knife crime spree,
Now he's out, on the right path, to set himself free.
Decides on shotokan karate, and keepin' it clean,
He arrived at the dojo, it was a sight unseen.
The sensei there, the retired cop from back in the day,
Corri Coleback sent Gino, back then, on his way.
Eighth Dan black belt, no joking around,
His daughter, Mary Coleback, also wears the crown.
She's a rookie cop on the beat, and...
#conflict
#violence
#LifeStruggles
#CallToAction
#prison
159 reads
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Published
10th Feb 2024 7:03pm
10th Feb 2024 7:03pm
Netflix & Kill
Netflix and chill seems to be the motto, an excuse to hang out while getting all blotto!
To chill with one another, and hopefully get it on!? However, sometimes, it can go terribly wrong.
Tarquin was scrolling on Facebook, just having a gooseys, when he sees a status by a dorris called Lucy...
"Can any1 suggest any good serial killer documentaries?" Tarquin then commented underneath it. "Yes, I know plenty!"
They started to banter, back and forth on the comments, from flirting to cherpsing and chatting some nonsense.
...
To chill with one another, and hopefully get it on!? However, sometimes, it can go terribly wrong.
Tarquin was scrolling on Facebook, just having a gooseys, when he sees a status by a dorris called Lucy...
"Can any1 suggest any good serial killer documentaries?" Tarquin then commented underneath it. "Yes, I know plenty!"
They started to banter, back and forth on the comments, from flirting to cherpsing and chatting some nonsense.
...
#romantic
#murder
#violence
#drugs
#dating
209 reads
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Published
8th Feb 2024 11:13am
8th Feb 2024 11:13am
My Cat Is Richard Ramirez
My cat was born in 2013, the year that Richard died. He popped his clogs through natural causes instead of getting fried.
He had been on Deathrow for a long, long time, missing all the bloodshed. Known as the nightstalker during his rein, a bartender that makes the rum red!
But Dust-man Rusty, my jet-black cat, so loves to maul the mice. If he had hands to hold a knife, I'm sure he would stab and slice.
Every day, when we walk in, getting home and close that door, Rusty sits there whirling his tale, while there is a laid out carcass on the floor.
...
He had been on Deathrow for a long, long time, missing all the bloodshed. Known as the nightstalker during his rein, a bartender that makes the rum red!
But Dust-man Rusty, my jet-black cat, so loves to maul the mice. If he had hands to hold a knife, I'm sure he would stab and slice.
Every day, when we walk in, getting home and close that door, Rusty sits there whirling his tale, while there is a laid out carcass on the floor.
...
#murder
#cats
#animals
185 reads
2 Comments
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Published
6th Feb 2024 4:19pm
6th Feb 2024 4:19pm
Dragon's Sauna
In a leisure centre based in the badlands of South London, man cub Tio acts like he's straight out of Compton.
He plays water basketball, and he only just made the squad. It was the only positive thing in his life, since his mum said, "Get a job!"
He would play after the sauna, and the heat would get him creamed, and he fancied all the chicas that were playing in his team.
In the pool, it could get quite vicious, just like lambs to the slaughter, in his speedo trunks n goggles on so that he could see under water.
He caught the ball in a...
He plays water basketball, and he only just made the squad. It was the only positive thing in his life, since his mum said, "Get a job!"
He would play after the sauna, and the heat would get him creamed, and he fancied all the chicas that were playing in his team.
In the pool, it could get quite vicious, just like lambs to the slaughter, in his speedo trunks n goggles on so that he could see under water.
He caught the ball in a...
#bullying
#fiction
#dragons
173 reads
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Published
3rd Feb 2024 7:35pm
3rd Feb 2024 7:35pm
Thee Invisible Heart
Deep in the basement, where science meets the street, Frankie Rocco and Sol, cookin' up something neat. Using Sol's genius, with glasses all misted, They craft a light-bendin' suit, mission enlisted.
Down the dusty stairway, Frankie hurries down, Checkin' on his friend's work, the coolest in town. Sol, the autistic genius, ginger afro like a microphone, Smiles big, glasses misted, saying, "It's done, yow."
On gritty Swansea streets, Eliza Cox locks the doors up tight, Social worker for Frankie, dealing with his plight. Lost his daughter Izzy to adoption, a pain...
Down the dusty stairway, Frankie hurries down, Checkin' on his friend's work, the coolest in town. Sol, the autistic genius, ginger afro like a microphone, Smiles big, glasses misted, saying, "It's done, yow."
On gritty Swansea streets, Eliza Cox locks the doors up tight, Social worker for Frankie, dealing with his plight. Lost his daughter Izzy to adoption, a pain...
#love
#father
#separation
#daughter
#fatherhood
349 reads
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Published
1st Feb 2024 5:41pm
1st Feb 2024 5:41pm
Kab-Baddy
In the gritty streets where Harley roams, Harleen Handall, the name she owns. A weekend shift at the corner store, Covering for her folks, she's ready for more.
Four girls stroll in, fueled by booz, one of them decides to shoplift, a bad decision to choose. "Oi P*ki, grab vodka from the top shelf, now!" Harleen stays cool and refuses to bow.
She hands over the bottle with a calm demeanor, But the girl's not satisfied, her actions much meaner. "LET GO, YOU SILLY B*TCH!" she yells and she kicks, Harleen holds tight, using her skills, so slick.
...
Four girls stroll in, fueled by booz, one of them decides to shoplift, a bad decision to choose. "Oi P*ki, grab vodka from the top shelf, now!" Harleen stays cool and refuses to bow.
She hands over the bottle with a calm demeanor, But the girl's not satisfied, her actions much meaner. "LET GO, YOU SILLY B*TCH!" she yells and she kicks, Harleen holds tight, using her skills, so slick.
...
#narrative
#ShortStory
#prose #sports
#prose #sports
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