Submissions by ScottSF21
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
29th Oct 2014 00:59am
29th Oct 2014 00:59am
Seasons of Despair.
The creature came in the night
Body of shadows, if I remember right
Hanging in my room
Stepping from the twilight.
With intent, it sucked the vitality from my chest
Leaving me shaken and mournful,
Weak and distressed.
Gone was the great ceilidh of summer
The welcoming open air dance of life
Now life’s arms of openness
are severed by that knife.
Stark and bare stands nature
A cemetery for my thoughts
A festering grave filled with maggots
Where hopes and dreams disappear
and joy rots.
Virgo, so...
Body of shadows, if I remember right
Hanging in my room
Stepping from the twilight.
With intent, it sucked the vitality from my chest
Leaving me shaken and mournful,
Weak and distressed.
Gone was the great ceilidh of summer
The welcoming open air dance of life
Now life’s arms of openness
are severed by that knife.
Stark and bare stands nature
A cemetery for my thoughts
A festering grave filled with maggots
Where hopes and dreams disappear
and joy rots.
Virgo, so...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Oct 2014 00:22am
22nd Oct 2014 00:22am
Facsimile of my imagination.
A 5 way 'rotating' collaboration poem
Inspired at the Edinburgh All-Comers Writers Club October 2014.
My fantasies are as vivid as a rose
blighted and blown upon a vivid wind
we are but speckles in the dark of night
and blessed with dreams of song and flight
cursed by demonic enslavement
in a dark satanic basement
of a non-concession manacle factory
the menace of that memory lingers deeply
death stalks me, pain drives me
drives me to the shops for sweeties
and I simply adore sugar tweeties
and beetroot stuffed with aubergines...
Inspired at the Edinburgh All-Comers Writers Club October 2014.
My fantasies are as vivid as a rose
blighted and blown upon a vivid wind
we are but speckles in the dark of night
and blessed with dreams of song and flight
cursed by demonic enslavement
in a dark satanic basement
of a non-concession manacle factory
the menace of that memory lingers deeply
death stalks me, pain drives me
drives me to the shops for sweeties
and I simply adore sugar tweeties
and beetroot stuffed with aubergines...
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SELF POEM
Published
19th Oct 2014 11:32pm
19th Oct 2014 11:32pm
Leave
Goodbye Sussex.
Goodbye Hampshire.
Goodbye southcoast.
Goodbye St. George and your dragon.
Goodbye the rose,
Goodbye to Blake's 'green and pleasant land'.
Goodbye to Middleton On Sea.
Goodbye to Felpham and every remnant of my ex gf
and every england memory.
Goodbye to the disgruntled who caught the wrong side of me.
or mistaken who it was I'm meant to be.
Goodbye time on the dole.
Goodbye the stress,the strife and the rigmarole.
Goodbye all the women who never gave me the time of day
Goodbye all the people who never let me...
Goodbye Hampshire.
Goodbye southcoast.
Goodbye St. George and your dragon.
Goodbye the rose,
Goodbye to Blake's 'green and pleasant land'.
Goodbye to Middleton On Sea.
Goodbye to Felpham and every remnant of my ex gf
and every england memory.
Goodbye to the disgruntled who caught the wrong side of me.
or mistaken who it was I'm meant to be.
Goodbye time on the dole.
Goodbye the stress,the strife and the rigmarole.
Goodbye all the women who never gave me the time of day
Goodbye all the people who never let me...
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ANGER POEM
Published
19th Oct 2014 11:11pm
19th Oct 2014 11:11pm
Money.
Money is the ejaculate of soulless loveless yuppies
the lube of corporate slogans
the barbed wire bukkahi of market research
the cumshot of brand names.
money is the re-writing of history.
money is the bread and buttering of
creeping dread
money is disneyfication of a desert
money is arsenal
money is hopeless dead babies
money is phosphorus,shrapnel and depleted uranium shells
money is blood on their hands.
money is the plasma of profits
money is the strangled voices gurgling in the aborted womb of democracy
money is the cost of...
the lube of corporate slogans
the barbed wire bukkahi of market research
the cumshot of brand names.
money is the re-writing of history.
money is the bread and buttering of
creeping dread
money is disneyfication of a desert
money is arsenal
money is hopeless dead babies
money is phosphorus,shrapnel and depleted uranium shells
money is blood on their hands.
money is the plasma of profits
money is the strangled voices gurgling in the aborted womb of democracy
money is the cost of...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
15th Oct 2014 2:30am
15th Oct 2014 2:30am
My Favourite books
Deliberately tried to cut it down to the main ones.
NON FICTION
•The Rough Guide to Climate Change, 2nd Edition ,Robert Henson
•Why Evolution is true,Jerry A. Coyne
•The Big Questions: Physics By Michael Brooks
•Scots: The mither tongue By Billy Kay.
•Bury my heart at Wounded Knee-Dee Brown.
* An introduction to Daoist Philosophies by Steve Coutinho.
*Tao Te Ching by Lao Tzu.
*The Book of Chuang Tzu by Chuang Tzu.
* Convergence with...
NON FICTION
•The Rough Guide to Climate Change, 2nd Edition ,Robert Henson
•Why Evolution is true,Jerry A. Coyne
•The Big Questions: Physics By Michael Brooks
•Scots: The mither tongue By Billy Kay.
•Bury my heart at Wounded Knee-Dee Brown.
* An introduction to Daoist Philosophies by Steve Coutinho.
*Tao Te Ching by Lao Tzu.
*The Book of Chuang Tzu by Chuang Tzu.
* Convergence with...
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ANGER POEM
Published
10th Oct 2014 7:05pm
10th Oct 2014 7:05pm
For Loukanikos()
The Legend will live on old friend
though you are dead and gone
the struggle must continue on
until the day of our Red glorious dawn.
Friends Don't mourn, organize
rest a little then prepare to fight again
while wiping the tears from your eyes.
This dog's story must live forever
and so it must be told
about the canine who broke
free of Capitalism's choke hold.
In 2011,
as Capitalism's latest crisis through the Eurozone crept
and the people of Europe were left...
though you are dead and gone
the struggle must continue on
until the day of our Red glorious dawn.
Friends Don't mourn, organize
rest a little then prepare to fight again
while wiping the tears from your eyes.
This dog's story must live forever
and so it must be told
about the canine who broke
free of Capitalism's choke hold.
In 2011,
as Capitalism's latest crisis through the Eurozone crept
and the people of Europe were left...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Oct 2014 9:57pm
3rd Oct 2014 9:57pm
To Tom Leonard, a Bayesian Boy.
(This poem references and quotes Tom Leonard's literary work which are on his website)
Bayesian boy
from cursed Devon
while others are fiddling their will-ies
he's 'heading' for heaven.
Just don't call him professor
it's too much pressure
he prefers tommykins
it helps him fit in
with the babyish bayesians.
A Plymothian
who met me a country bumpkin
fae Midlothian.
He's often mistaken for a tanned santa.
and once I saw him in panto.
Till he was taken off by the cops
for failing to clear the snow!
...
Bayesian boy
from cursed Devon
while others are fiddling their will-ies
he's 'heading' for heaven.
Just don't call him professor
it's too much pressure
he prefers tommykins
it helps him fit in
with the babyish bayesians.
A Plymothian
who met me a country bumpkin
fae Midlothian.
He's often mistaken for a tanned santa.
and once I saw him in panto.
Till he was taken off by the cops
for failing to clear the snow!
...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Sep 2014 2:36pm
24th Sep 2014 2:36pm
Referendumb-ies
yes yes yes no no no yes no yes no yes no death don't be daft don't be daft don't be daft don't be daft don't be daft don't be daft don't be daft don't be daft don't be daft no change here no change here no change here no change here no change here no change here hide and seek radicalism whose left whose left what is left where is left borders border the left vote the left vote left vote left whose left where's left what's left hide and seek radicalism don't be daft don't be daft no change here leave the oil in the ground what about the pound wave the flag have a drag saltire satire...
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LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2014 2:04am
22nd Sep 2014 2:04am
My heart is expansive
My heart is expansive
as a mountain
life as full of
troughs and peaks
as the Pentlands
Ah dinnae ken
whether ma image
will reflect in your pupils
yince mair
love tends tae rip
us fae beloved soil
like roots
fae the grund
Ach weil
yer voice cairries
the music of
becomin
further thinn
ma words kin
which feel aside yours
gey paper thin.
(Poem with some Scots. Inspired by Sorley Maclean's poetry and Josie R. Duncan who I met in Edinburgh in August 2014 and found enchanting. She is a folk singer...
as a mountain
life as full of
troughs and peaks
as the Pentlands
Ah dinnae ken
whether ma image
will reflect in your pupils
yince mair
love tends tae rip
us fae beloved soil
like roots
fae the grund
Ach weil
yer voice cairries
the music of
becomin
further thinn
ma words kin
which feel aside yours
gey paper thin.
(Poem with some Scots. Inspired by Sorley Maclean's poetry and Josie R. Duncan who I met in Edinburgh in August 2014 and found enchanting. She is a folk singer...
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LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2014 2:01am
22nd Sep 2014 2:01am
To 'Eurydice'
1. An elbow to the head
a drink of apology
kissing in a close
in each others arms
strawberries shouted
satisfying needs
sand and stones and groynes
changed sense of place
the mind of
the space
now remembers
asks remembrance
if "this too shall pass"
and it has
if all moments
are ephemeral
then
it was nice to hold
your hand
before it slipped away
like grains of sand
a dream within a dream.
2. Away from the clashing
of the loudest
of empty barrels
the jousting of echos
the...
a drink of apology
kissing in a close
in each others arms
strawberries shouted
satisfying needs
sand and stones and groynes
changed sense of place
the mind of
the space
now remembers
asks remembrance
if "this too shall pass"
and it has
if all moments
are ephemeral
then
it was nice to hold
your hand
before it slipped away
like grains of sand
a dream within a dream.
2. Away from the clashing
of the loudest
of empty barrels
the jousting of echos
the...
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ANGER POEM
Published
16th Sep 2014 3:28pm
16th Sep 2014 3:28pm
Referendum part 2, to Yes voters(with love and skepticism)
"When the people are being beaten with a stick, they are not much happier if it is called 'the People’s Stick'" – Mikhail Bakunin.
Beware the spectacle of Independence
it is everywhere
fear, suspicion, risk
scents the air.
the referendum asks the wrong question
limits the answers to Scotland or England
narrows the future to a fixed destination
the problems of the UK have no fixed location
the referendum fogs good sense
clogs up the class struggle
with 'national unity'
bosses feel brazen to act with impunity
the...
Beware the spectacle of Independence
it is everywhere
fear, suspicion, risk
scents the air.
the referendum asks the wrong question
limits the answers to Scotland or England
narrows the future to a fixed destination
the problems of the UK have no fixed location
the referendum fogs good sense
clogs up the class struggle
with 'national unity'
bosses feel brazen to act with impunity
the...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Sep 2014 2:33pm
16th Sep 2014 2:33pm
A report from the Edinburgh Festival 2014.
-/\__/\-A vagina and a penis dance together- Glaswegian Nazis- a man sits on the toilet in the street- shit in a bag- fire eating- juggling- vomiting on a Saturday night- piranha fins- tetrabites-a stormtrooper in a kilt- BRILLIANT BRIGHT COLOURFUL AMUSING- Tear gas in Gaza- bullets flying in Fergusson-ISIS-Athena- LOOK! LOOK! LOOK! DON'T LOOK!WHAT ARE YOU WATCHING! LOOK! DON'T LOOK! "Hypocrite, all the cool kids are wearing it". Mr Death inserts his 9 inch cock into a microwave- 5 mins stir and 5 more- "Ensure product is piping hot" -dismal entropy- the world is drugged- herds of heavy...
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