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.
SONG LYRICS
Published
12th Mar 2023 10:11pm
12th Mar 2023 10:11pm
Mornin Cigar
Verse 1
Morning rain keeps me in bed
Last nights beer is banging my head
I need to get up and shake leg
My mind is blank I forget what I said
I reach out for my cigarettes
And that first smoke is as good as it gets
Chorus
Black Coffee and Nicotine
There’s something missing in my bloodstream
Black Coffee and Nicotine
Is all I need, Is all I need
Black Coffee and Nicotine
Roll me over and let me dream
Black Coffee and Nicotine
Is all I need, Is all I need
Black Coffee and Nicotine
Roll...
Morning rain keeps me in bed
Last nights beer is banging my head
I need to get up and shake leg
My mind is blank I forget what I said
I reach out for my cigarettes
And that first smoke is as good as it gets
Chorus
Black Coffee and Nicotine
There’s something missing in my bloodstream
Black Coffee and Nicotine
Is all I need, Is all I need
Black Coffee and Nicotine
Roll me over and let me dream
Black Coffee and Nicotine
Is all I need, Is all I need
Black Coffee and Nicotine
Roll...
#tobacco
#coffee
313 reads
5 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
4th Mar 2023 6:27pm
4th Mar 2023 6:27pm
I was born with rock in my heart
No one walks these dirty streets,
where hooded shadows control the beat,
motorcycles outside my door
Sirens take the night and I ask for more.
Concrete and steel hold these fragile elite,
an eye for an eye just confirms my belief,
I was born with rock in my heart
And I stand up when the music starts
Kick off your shoes and stomp your feet
Check my pulse to feel that beat
Ring stained mattress bare wood floor
my eyes roll back as she fakes for more
The music stops me from shouting out,
I need you now and...
where hooded shadows control the beat,
motorcycles outside my door
Sirens take the night and I ask for more.
Concrete and steel hold these fragile elite,
an eye for an eye just confirms my belief,
I was born with rock in my heart
And I stand up when the music starts
Kick off your shoes and stomp your feet
Check my pulse to feel that beat
Ring stained mattress bare wood floor
my eyes roll back as she fakes for more
The music stops me from shouting out,
I need you now and...
#music
269 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st Jan 2023 10:52pm
31st Jan 2023 10:52pm
Bull Fighting
Who would wean a walrus cub
or crack a pup seal with a club.
Who would walk a rescued stray
or gamble which dog dies today.
Who would scrub small Indian ears
or pull out tusks for souvenirs.
Who would climb to see them rut
or crosshair sights inside a hut.
Who could drag a scented trail
or let the hounds rip head to tail.
Who would farm and let bulls be
or caustic burns around each knee.
or crack a pup seal with a club.
Who would walk a rescued stray
or gamble which dog dies today.
Who would scrub small Indian ears
or pull out tusks for souvenirs.
Who would climb to see them rut
or crosshair sights inside a hut.
Who could drag a scented trail
or let the hounds rip head to tail.
Who would farm and let bulls be
or caustic burns around each knee.
#murder
276 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Jan 2023 7:58pm
17th Jan 2023 7:58pm
Perfect weather
We stood around you
as cold as tomb stones,
each epitaph etched on our ribs.
The anger of death rolled
heavy northern clouds,
that hissed hailstones
onto black polished shoes.
I didn't recognise your words,
the service spoke of a child
I had never met,
still I offered them a piece of you
that they had never seen.
Your mother had lipstick on her teeth
I held her warm gloved hand
as she thanked me for coming
and invited me for sandwiches
and tepid tea.
I drove the car home too fast,
annoyed...
as cold as tomb stones,
each epitaph etched on our ribs.
The anger of death rolled
heavy northern clouds,
that hissed hailstones
onto black polished shoes.
I didn't recognise your words,
the service spoke of a child
I had never met,
still I offered them a piece of you
that they had never seen.
Your mother had lipstick on her teeth
I held her warm gloved hand
as she thanked me for coming
and invited me for sandwiches
and tepid tea.
I drove the car home too fast,
annoyed...
#grief
#death
298 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
14th Jan 2023 5:58pm
14th Jan 2023 5:58pm
Lessons in life part 11…. Keep cool in a crisis
Lessons in life part 11…. Keep cool in a crisis
A surprising shout when bending down
found eating lunch in my dressing gown,
a subtle limp as I leave the chair or
the moments when I stop and stare.
Pulling on jeans that just don’t fit
or get them on and bust the zip,
the inch-long hairs of cheek and ear
when eyesight fails to be so clear.
The breathless stairs and dodgy knees
A balding scalp that won’t re-seed
Been drinking like I did back when
to morning cries of never again.
The nagging need for a...
A surprising shout when bending down
found eating lunch in my dressing gown,
a subtle limp as I leave the chair or
the moments when I stop and stare.
Pulling on jeans that just don’t fit
or get them on and bust the zip,
the inch-long hairs of cheek and ear
when eyesight fails to be so clear.
The breathless stairs and dodgy knees
A balding scalp that won’t re-seed
Been drinking like I did back when
to morning cries of never again.
The nagging need for a...
#aging
218 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Dec 2022 11:27pm
5th Dec 2022 11:27pm
Christmas Crime
Sadie woke to sleigh bells on the roof,
the winter witch had cast a spell of ice,
she hoped this year that she would get some proof,
at least a slipping reindeer's dangled hoof.
Outside her room she met the smallest mouse,
who kept some cheese in the sides of his mouth
Listen! she said with the loudest of shouts
but the mouse had no time, he was on his way out.
As she stepped on the stair, she met a Brown Bear,
who lived in the cupboard just under the stairs.
Can't you hear that sound? banging around,
climbing back up...
the winter witch had cast a spell of ice,
she hoped this year that she would get some proof,
at least a slipping reindeer's dangled hoof.
Outside her room she met the smallest mouse,
who kept some cheese in the sides of his mouth
Listen! she said with the loudest of shouts
but the mouse had no time, he was on his way out.
As she stepped on the stair, she met a Brown Bear,
who lived in the cupboard just under the stairs.
Can't you hear that sound? banging around,
climbing back up...
#children
#Christmas
251 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Oct 2022 7:08pm
30th Oct 2022 7:08pm
Coming to terms
I. Afternoons after
I've been stealing stale air
from your coffin,
breathing it onto passers-by
to see them turn black,
dry up and crack.
But they just carry on,
plodding to the shops
bringing back their plastic bags
and sympathetic smiles.
I hope it rains today.
Under dripping branches
I dispersed you,
watered you down
into long wet grass.
The stream washed you clean
and all I could hear
was the thud of droplets
on my rain coat hood.
2. Visitation rights
...
I've been stealing stale air
from your coffin,
breathing it onto passers-by
to see them turn black,
dry up and crack.
But they just carry on,
plodding to the shops
bringing back their plastic bags
and sympathetic smiles.
I hope it rains today.
Under dripping branches
I dispersed you,
watered you down
into long wet grass.
The stream washed you clean
and all I could hear
was the thud of droplets
on my rain coat hood.
2. Visitation rights
...
#LifeStruggles
#FeelingLost
#acceptance
376 reads
7 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
15th Oct 2022 11:20pm
15th Oct 2022 11:20pm
Cigarette smoke
I'm our Frankenstein
green and stitched together
condensation breaths out
Marlborough breaths in,
as I take your hand.
I'm a wort nosed old man
white haired and extended chin
I watch you breath out
Marlborough breaths in,
waiting for eyes to close.
I'm the question that's asked
when they think they know
Marlborough breaths in
as my mouth answers no,
curling at the corner.
I'm the sideways glance
that tells you where it's buried,
the fingernail that I bite
before I ask...
green and stitched together
condensation breaths out
Marlborough breaths in,
as I take your hand.
I'm a wort nosed old man
white haired and extended chin
I watch you breath out
Marlborough breaths in,
waiting for eyes to close.
I'm the question that's asked
when they think they know
Marlborough breaths in
as my mouth answers no,
curling at the corner.
I'm the sideways glance
that tells you where it's buried,
the fingernail that I bite
before I ask...
#anxiety
#identity
#fear
352 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Sep 2022 7:00pm
16th Sep 2022 7:00pm
I would say thistle but nobody listens to me anyway
Poetry is...........
Piglet,
our jumpers unravelling
as the balloon takes us higher
readers holding onto the thread
while words blow across
our windy day page.
Poohsticks,
the young heart beat that remembers
leaning over the old stone bridge
waiting to see what comes out
the other side, and how
to describe it.
Eeyore's party,
pessimistic and gloomy
bursting in a rain cloud
that helps us splash
red wellingtons
on the page.
Tigers pouncey trouncey,
playing with our own...
Piglet,
our jumpers unravelling
as the balloon takes us higher
readers holding onto the thread
while words blow across
our windy day page.
Poohsticks,
the young heart beat that remembers
leaning over the old stone bridge
waiting to see what comes out
the other side, and how
to describe it.
Eeyore's party,
pessimistic and gloomy
bursting in a rain cloud
that helps us splash
red wellingtons
on the page.
Tigers pouncey trouncey,
playing with our own...
#WritingPoetry
362 reads
4 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
26th Aug 2022 00:19am
26th Aug 2022 00:19am
Bilingual
While a frozen beer glass
melts in the heat,
a Motorhead tee shirt
gets played on repeat.
my overdressed legs
are stuck to the seat,
when I close my mind
I can hear the beach.
So I'm falling forward
back to the crime,
my eyes are seasick
guess you must be blind.
On days like these
we can take all the time
and all I can do is smile.
The toilets are through
a back room bar
where bald old men
sit smoking cigars
I ask for a light
and they show me their scars ...
melts in the heat,
a Motorhead tee shirt
gets played on repeat.
my overdressed legs
are stuck to the seat,
when I close my mind
I can hear the beach.
So I'm falling forward
back to the crime,
my eyes are seasick
guess you must be blind.
On days like these
we can take all the time
and all I can do is smile.
The toilets are through
a back room bar
where bald old men
sit smoking cigars
I ask for a light
and they show me their scars ...
#holiday
#travel
#culture #tradition
#culture #tradition
498 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Jul 2022 00:29am
12th Jul 2022 00:29am
Gordon Blurr
There was a young chef called Gordon Blurr
fresh things in his wok he liked to stir
but when veg lost it crunch
and spice packed no punch
Gordon would say 'its not bleu'.
So Gordon unlocked his Chakra
he even tried abracadabra
but the veg still went limp
and his glaze lost its glint
until he added a pinch, of Viagra.
Then his bookings were full of elderly couples
who swore Gordon's grub helped fix all their troubles
as the prices went up
they wished him good luck
'since its not just the profit...
fresh things in his wok he liked to stir
but when veg lost it crunch
and spice packed no punch
Gordon would say 'its not bleu'.
So Gordon unlocked his Chakra
he even tried abracadabra
but the veg still went limp
and his glaze lost its glint
until he added a pinch, of Viagra.
Then his bookings were full of elderly couples
who swore Gordon's grub helped fix all their troubles
as the prices went up
they wished him good luck
'since its not just the profit...
#funny
302 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Jul 2022 10:48pm
11th Jul 2022 10:48pm
Deifying gravity
When you were allowed
to walk
they took your legs,
stitched your lips
until anger dripped
through the corners
of your mouth.
A dead planet, pulled at
by a burnt-out sun.
Murder came with every season
I feel the shock wave
as you collide with yourself,
fake flesh splitting
from your form,
microcosms of humanity
erupt as light,
new worlds are being created,
as you grow ideas of a life
never seen before.
to walk
they took your legs,
stitched your lips
until anger dripped
through the corners
of your mouth.
A dead planet, pulled at
by a burnt-out sun.
Murder came with every season
I feel the shock wave
as you collide with yourself,
fake flesh splitting
from your form,
microcosms of humanity
erupt as light,
new worlds are being created,
as you grow ideas of a life
never seen before.
#LifeStruggles
#LifeChangingMoment
415 reads
2 Comments
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