Submissions by Razzerleaf
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I have been writing poetry for about 10 years now, still need to crush a lot of coal before I get a rough diamond. I try to improve all the time so really like constructive feedback, Love reading other poets and finding something that takes me away.
Realisation
I heard the glass door-panel,
her young head backwards through it
fragments worn like beads
abstract footprints patterned
red on blue linoleum.
I turned down the pandemonium
and looked into his slow motion face,
expecting the trail to be blazed
but the rabbit was frozen by traffic,
robotic arms caught on a loop
repeating motions that did nothing.
It was then I saw her, stride into the room,
one hand on a tea towel, eyes on the child,
rebooting the robot with basic commands,
calm cascading from her...
her young head backwards through it
fragments worn like beads
abstract footprints patterned
red on blue linoleum.
I turned down the pandemonium
and looked into his slow motion face,
expecting the trail to be blazed
but the rabbit was frozen by traffic,
robotic arms caught on a loop
repeating motions that did nothing.
It was then I saw her, stride into the room,
one hand on a tea towel, eyes on the child,
rebooting the robot with basic commands,
calm cascading from her...
#mother
54 reads
2 Comments
Kismet
It's the stray dog that followed you home,
the vandals that smashed your garden gnome,
a lifeguard that gave you mouth to mouth,
that holiday leak that flooded the house.
Its a flat tire on the airport run,
1st degree burns on the fist day of sun,
three passports for a family of four,
the left behind finger in a closing car door.
The map is drawn the course ready charted
yes it was me, I'm sorry I farted.
What else to but shrug and role eyes,
laugh at yourself turn palms to the sky.
the vandals that smashed your garden gnome,
a lifeguard that gave you mouth to mouth,
that holiday leak that flooded the house.
Its a flat tire on the airport run,
1st degree burns on the fist day of sun,
three passports for a family of four,
the left behind finger in a closing car door.
The map is drawn the course ready charted
yes it was me, I'm sorry I farted.
What else to but shrug and role eyes,
laugh at yourself turn palms to the sky.
#TruthOfLife
44 reads
2 Comments
Life Inside a bedspread
It started in the half-light,
too cold to accept morning
waiting for footsteps on the stairs,
someone else to set the fire.
I stared into the deep weave
of my candlewick blue waves.
The threads opened as I fell through
landing soft and sickly, coughing
away my school days.
All left behind as my travels began,
chased and often eaten by giant dust mites,
sailing rivers of spilt milk on rafts of cornflakes,
running for cover in showers of spittle.
I became the map reader of myself
counting to...
too cold to accept morning
waiting for footsteps on the stairs,
someone else to set the fire.
I stared into the deep weave
of my candlewick blue waves.
The threads opened as I fell through
landing soft and sickly, coughing
away my school days.
All left behind as my travels began,
chased and often eaten by giant dust mites,
sailing rivers of spilt milk on rafts of cornflakes,
running for cover in showers of spittle.
I became the map reader of myself
counting to...
#childhood
#LifeStruggles
#illness
56 reads
4 Comments
The mystery of morning
Thick socks fall in loops over ankles
displayed like the slipped towel of a naked back
pushed further down by a bashful hand,
innocent of the artists eye.
Pale hairy soleus protrude to
shuffle across cold cracked tiles
all silent but a hiss of burning gas,
the frightened kettle screeches a warning
and I appear outside in heavy frost.
Thick white mascara brushed onto cobwebs
that cantilever wooden slats.
This is where my spider goes
cold toes, cold toes, cold toes!
A bird has laid...
displayed like the slipped towel of a naked back
pushed further down by a bashful hand,
innocent of the artists eye.
Pale hairy soleus protrude to
shuffle across cold cracked tiles
all silent but a hiss of burning gas,
the frightened kettle screeches a warning
and I appear outside in heavy frost.
Thick white mascara brushed onto cobwebs
that cantilever wooden slats.
This is where my spider goes
cold toes, cold toes, cold toes!
A bird has laid...
#depression
#emptiness
#apathy
92 reads
2 Comments
When a Dragon flies
I can hear the beat of black wings
my mind cracks on a tempest wind
I want to breathe the fire it brings.
Find the bars and fix them to my cage
In every open bottle there’s a rage
your in a mess that's already made.
I am and I’ll always be
somethings got a hold of me,
drench my shirt in stale pain
don't let my Dragons rise again
Your fingers tremble on deep water
but you’ve already crossed the border,
bind my hands and let my fists unfold
one more truth that's never to be told.
So let my feet find broken glass ...
my mind cracks on a tempest wind
I want to breathe the fire it brings.
Find the bars and fix them to my cage
In every open bottle there’s a rage
your in a mess that's already made.
I am and I’ll always be
somethings got a hold of me,
drench my shirt in stale pain
don't let my Dragons rise again
Your fingers tremble on deep water
but you’ve already crossed the border,
bind my hands and let my fists unfold
one more truth that's never to be told.
So let my feet find broken glass ...
#anger
#violence
97 reads
0 Comments
Hell bent for leather
I was there when you had nowt,
as hard as the streets
split dry cracks down the backs
drinking dubbin
like half time oranges.
You where ashamed to take me out
I saw those molded smirks.
The painted laughter of three white stripes
washed away on wet grass,
you left me in the dark, dirty and damp.
I understood the lure of soft and supply,
the flash of colour, always a substitute,
but I had my time,
the speedy tap dance of leather to leather
a trawlers catch...
as hard as the streets
split dry cracks down the backs
drinking dubbin
like half time oranges.
You where ashamed to take me out
I saw those molded smirks.
The painted laughter of three white stripes
washed away on wet grass,
you left me in the dark, dirty and damp.
I understood the lure of soft and supply,
the flash of colour, always a substitute,
but I had my time,
the speedy tap dance of leather to leather
a trawlers catch...
#childhood
#memories
59 reads
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Thunderstruck
Tied, to the middle of a railway track
Hell, there was no, no turning back
Under the guns, sound of the drums
No help, no help from you
Down on my knees
Even askin please
Riding into town
Saw all the lights go down
Texas, yeah, Texas, and we had some fun
Read all the rules
Undid some fools
Cloud 99 had a good time
Kids been................ Thunderstruck !!!!!!
Hell, there was no, no turning back
Under the guns, sound of the drums
No help, no help from you
Down on my knees
Even askin please
Riding into town
Saw all the lights go down
Texas, yeah, Texas, and we had some fun
Read all the rules
Undid some fools
Cloud 99 had a good time
Kids been................ Thunderstruck !!!!!!
#childhood
#storm
102 reads
2 Comments
Watching as the host makes her entrance
We trees swill our auburn brandy
in glasses of cut crystal,
try to mingle as the party
dies down colourful and cold.
the last turn of our heads
is lost in wet transparent transfers
as she slides down her staircase
with open arms to face us.
Her eyes only see refracted light,
a smile that holds only white
swirling behind angry teeth,
she doesn't know of what she speaks.
As she sweeps through the room
so cold, the birds drop from our branches,
demanding the band keeps playing
as she dances on the...
in glasses of cut crystal,
try to mingle as the party
dies down colourful and cold.
the last turn of our heads
is lost in wet transparent transfers
as she slides down her staircase
with open arms to face us.
Her eyes only see refracted light,
a smile that holds only white
swirling behind angry teeth,
she doesn't know of what she speaks.
As she sweeps through the room
so cold, the birds drop from our branches,
demanding the band keeps playing
as she dances on the...
#winter
133 reads
6 Comments
Proper poesy
Perhaps people prefer poetry
presented posthumously
personal preference precludes
perished popular pieces
profound pulp postulation
placates prime perception
propounded perfectly periodically.
presented posthumously
personal preference precludes
perished popular pieces
profound pulp postulation
placates prime perception
propounded perfectly periodically.
#WritingPoetry
91 reads
2 Comments
Album's you must listen to before you die
I fall through, embossed by sleeves,
captured thoughts that never age,
these moments are mine to travel,
Suggestive on your zipper sticky fingers fish for babies,
billion dollar bites the bate,
nevermind the neon typeface.
Prism out my bright new colours, a place were I begin,
climb the causeway of the holy,
kiss the mouth of the crimson king.
Hindenburg is helpless smoke cigars inside the Graf,
muscle bound beside the rider,
burning hell from a gravestone blast.
London’s on the stage calling all guitars to...
captured thoughts that never age,
these moments are mine to travel,
Suggestive on your zipper sticky fingers fish for babies,
billion dollar bites the bate,
nevermind the neon typeface.
Prism out my bright new colours, a place were I begin,
climb the causeway of the holy,
kiss the mouth of the crimson king.
Hindenburg is helpless smoke cigars inside the Graf,
muscle bound beside the rider,
burning hell from a gravestone blast.
London’s on the stage calling all guitars to...
#dreams
#fiction
#sleep
144 reads
3 Comments
You drive me insane
Every Friday night you're doing the same,
start a fight so you can leave again,
taxi into town a burned out clown,
tumble till the neon shuts you down.
A tripping puppet falling on your own
Waiting for a hand to take you home
Chorus
You drive me insane
Its easy
How you carry no shame
Its easy
That look in your eyes
Its easy
Still I'm by your side
Restless hands beat rhythms on my chair,
pretending to myself that you still care.
I can only walk the worn out floor,
a dog...
start a fight so you can leave again,
taxi into town a burned out clown,
tumble till the neon shuts you down.
A tripping puppet falling on your own
Waiting for a hand to take you home
Chorus
You drive me insane
Its easy
How you carry no shame
Its easy
That look in your eyes
Its easy
Still I'm by your side
Restless hands beat rhythms on my chair,
pretending to myself that you still care.
I can only walk the worn out floor,
a dog...
#music
#lyrics
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Rock Night
Got a Ticket in pocket, met friends on the way,
album under arm with a track to play.
Queued on the door but quickly inside,
the smell of stale halls where we feel alive.
Can’t move for kids 16 and above,
all feeling great and looking for love.
Been to the decks, my song will get played,
'Highway to Hell' and we’re on center stage.
Rock Night
Rock Night
Rock Night
Rock Night
Air guitar and head down
Hit the floor as we move around
Each song you can feel the noise
Another pose with rest of the...
album under arm with a track to play.
Queued on the door but quickly inside,
the smell of stale halls where we feel alive.
Can’t move for kids 16 and above,
all feeling great and looking for love.
Been to the decks, my song will get played,
'Highway to Hell' and we’re on center stage.
Rock Night
Rock Night
Rock Night
Rock Night
Air guitar and head down
Hit the floor as we move around
Each song you can feel the noise
Another pose with rest of the...
#music
#lyrics
148 reads
0 Comments
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