Submissions by SimpleTon
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Ebooks on for sale on Amazon under my real name John Garrett Seamons 1- Werewolf Cowboys of Wolfdon the legend of the Wolf Queen. 2- Robot Petshop in Space: Humans for Sale. 3- Letters from a Psychopah 4- Fat the ripper a fat serial killer
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Jan 2019 11:39am
20th Jan 2019 11:39am
The Wild West is dead
The Wild West is dead
Even the vultures, flies and maggots
That feasted on the Gunslingers flesh are dead.
All that is left:
Bones in unmarked graves
Millions of forgotten names
The odd rusty gun
The odd rusty blade
The odd rusty bullet
A ton of forgotten corpses
Not just sheriffs, dancers, train robbers, bounty hunters or outlaws
Cleaners, cooks, servants, pastors, ranchers, shop assistants
Just normal citizens
Mundane lives and chores
Struggling to survive
Died of strokes, heart attacks, Cancer or old age
No...
Even the vultures, flies and maggots
That feasted on the Gunslingers flesh are dead.
All that is left:
Bones in unmarked graves
Millions of forgotten names
The odd rusty gun
The odd rusty blade
The odd rusty bullet
A ton of forgotten corpses
Not just sheriffs, dancers, train robbers, bounty hunters or outlaws
Cleaners, cooks, servants, pastors, ranchers, shop assistants
Just normal citizens
Mundane lives and chores
Struggling to survive
Died of strokes, heart attacks, Cancer or old age
No...
#historical
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4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
20th Jan 2019 11:32am
20th Jan 2019 11:32am
Oyster monster
The
Oi
Oi
Oyster
Monster
Was
Once
An
Oi
Oi
Oyster
Peddler.
Often
Seen
In
London
On
The
Road
A
Smile
And
A
Wheelbarrow
But
A
Rival
Seller
A
Gangster
Felt
Anger
Planned
The
Murder
Bought
A
Hammer
Hit
The
Fella
Hard
Badly
Hurt
Damage
Head
Soon
Dead
Stole
Money
Stole
Stock
Hid
Body
In ...
Oi
Oi
Oyster
Monster
Was
Once
An
Oi
Oi
Oyster
Peddler.
Often
Seen
In
London
On
The
Road
A
Smile
And
A
Wheelbarrow
But
A
Rival
Seller
A
Gangster
Felt
Anger
Planned
The
Murder
Bought
A
Hammer
Hit
The
Fella
Hard
Badly
Hurt
Damage
Head
Soon
Dead
Stole
Money
Stole
Stock
Hid
Body
In ...
#dark
#evil
#scary
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DARK POEM
Published
17th Jan 2019 10:37am
17th Jan 2019 10:37am
I hold a candle to the devil
I hold a candle to the devil
My hands tremble
The flame flickers at the bottom of the staircase
Satan demands a sacrifice
I read my daughter a story tonight
I hugged her and tucked her in tight
As I gave her a kiss I heard a voice
Outside which tormented inside my mind
It was Lucifer I heard him say "I want the lamb. I will collect the lamb later and I demand my order."
The devil wanted me to sacrifice my daughter
I knew they meant an innocent child the lamb of God.
I ran to the front room
I knew what I had to do
It...
My hands tremble
The flame flickers at the bottom of the staircase
Satan demands a sacrifice
I read my daughter a story tonight
I hugged her and tucked her in tight
As I gave her a kiss I heard a voice
Outside which tormented inside my mind
It was Lucifer I heard him say "I want the lamb. I will collect the lamb later and I demand my order."
The devil wanted me to sacrifice my daughter
I knew they meant an innocent child the lamb of God.
I ran to the front room
I knew what I had to do
It...
#dark
#evil
#MentalHealth
427 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Jan 2019 12:12pm
11th Jan 2019 12:12pm
Murder mummys boy
The legend of the mummys boy
Began in a room full of school janitorial supplies
The nerdy kid, the geek - the good guy
Lured inside by the pretty little twin sisters of his tormentors
His parents named him Pharaoh
The teens wrapped him in toilet roll
He looked like an Egyptian mummy they thought it was a joke
A teacher walked by
He started to cry
One boy covered his mouth
Another pinched his nose
The third squeezed his throat
They wanted him to keep quiet
The plan worked
He was silent.
The kids soon...
Began in a room full of school janitorial supplies
The nerdy kid, the geek - the good guy
Lured inside by the pretty little twin sisters of his tormentors
His parents named him Pharaoh
The teens wrapped him in toilet roll
He looked like an Egyptian mummy they thought it was a joke
A teacher walked by
He started to cry
One boy covered his mouth
Another pinched his nose
The third squeezed his throat
They wanted him to keep quiet
The plan worked
He was silent.
The kids soon...
#violence
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DARK POEM
Published
4th Jan 2019 12:04pm
4th Jan 2019 12:04pm
Crowd of ghosts
Early morning
Dog walking
Dog barking
Victorian cemetery
Unusual crowd
Startled me
Period clothes:
Canes
Top hats
Muffs
Silk gloves
Suits
Fancy dress
Ornate carriage
Elegant horses.
Picture phone
Battery finished
Ran home
Charge phone
Then return
All gone!
All Ghosts?
Thought medication
Thought imagination
Panic! Hallucination?
Madness! Invasion ?
Six months
Treated me
Drug me
Individual therapy
Group therapy
Psychiatric ward ...
Dog walking
Dog barking
Victorian cemetery
Unusual crowd
Startled me
Period clothes:
Canes
Top hats
Muffs
Silk gloves
Suits
Fancy dress
Ornate carriage
Elegant horses.
Picture phone
Battery finished
Ran home
Charge phone
Then return
All gone!
All Ghosts?
Thought medication
Thought imagination
Panic! Hallucination?
Madness! Invasion ?
Six months
Treated me
Drug me
Individual therapy
Group therapy
Psychiatric ward ...
#dogs
#satirical
#MentalHealth
389 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Dec 2018 9:00pm
25th Dec 2018 9:00pm
Zombie
Hypocrisy from people who donate money to a charity, vote liberally and read broadsheet articles about equality but look down on certain groups of society.
I believe if looks could kill I must be a zombie
I must be a member of the living dead
I mean these same people stare at me like a heap of rotting flesh
Sniff the air as if I am surrounded by the stench of death
Insults muttered under their breath
They probably wish I was dead.
A comment from me the walking deadbeat on the night of the living deadbeat
I want to say I would waste away as a...
I believe if looks could kill I must be a zombie
I must be a member of the living dead
I mean these same people stare at me like a heap of rotting flesh
Sniff the air as if I am surrounded by the stench of death
Insults muttered under their breath
They probably wish I was dead.
A comment from me the walking deadbeat on the night of the living deadbeat
I want to say I would waste away as a...
#evil
378 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Dec 2018 10:34pm
21st Dec 2018 10:34pm
Beer can Elvis
Beer can Elvis is walking in an off-licence
Elvis: Can I have a six pack of beer mam?
Clerk: Cash or card?
Elvis: I want it as a gift
Clerk: Why do you think you deserve it ?
Elvis: I am a celebrity the famous beer can Elvis
Clerk: You are a long way from Memphis
Elvis: You know who the King of rock and roll is ?
Clerk: Yes his dead and buried
Elvis: Elvis's body died but his spirit never did. It lives on in me.
Clerk: I am a black female and I look more like the king of rock and roll than you
Elvis: Look at my hair
Clerk:...
Elvis: Can I have a six pack of beer mam?
Clerk: Cash or card?
Elvis: I want it as a gift
Clerk: Why do you think you deserve it ?
Elvis: I am a celebrity the famous beer can Elvis
Clerk: You are a long way from Memphis
Elvis: You know who the King of rock and roll is ?
Clerk: Yes his dead and buried
Elvis: Elvis's body died but his spirit never did. It lives on in me.
Clerk: I am a black female and I look more like the king of rock and roll than you
Elvis: Look at my hair
Clerk:...
#music
331 reads
2 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
14th Dec 2018 5:13pm
14th Dec 2018 5:13pm
Alcohol oracle
Officer what do you mean you are charging me with being drunk and disorderly?
I drink for the betterment of all humanity
I have a higher IQ when under the influence of booze
I know it all I am the alcohol oracle
I find my knowledge in a whisky bottle
Bury me in a whisky barrel
The problem is when you are a pissed genius and sharing wisdom on the preferable route to Atlantis no one listens to it
I am Einstein with a bottle of wine
I could solve world hunger sipping cheap cider
I can recite King Lear in-between sips of beer
If you do...
I drink for the betterment of all humanity
I have a higher IQ when under the influence of booze
I know it all I am the alcohol oracle
I find my knowledge in a whisky bottle
Bury me in a whisky barrel
The problem is when you are a pissed genius and sharing wisdom on the preferable route to Atlantis no one listens to it
I am Einstein with a bottle of wine
I could solve world hunger sipping cheap cider
I can recite King Lear in-between sips of beer
If you do...
#alcohol
406 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Dec 2018 7:54pm
8th Dec 2018 7:54pm
Sin Eater Eate of the Victorian era
In the Victorian era there was a position one step further down the social ladder than the infamous chimney sweeper.
This position belonged to the awful figure of the professional Sin Eater.
Below is a Sin Eater Guide:
Step one a person dies
Step two the family of the dead arrange a funeral and hires a Sin Eater
Step three said Sin Eater attends the wake and consumes bread and salt from a plate on the body of the actual corpse
Step four the other people who attend the funeral abuse and beat the Sin Eater as they leave.
He or she is kicked up the arse...
This position belonged to the awful figure of the professional Sin Eater.
Below is a Sin Eater Guide:
Step one a person dies
Step two the family of the dead arrange a funeral and hires a Sin Eater
Step three said Sin Eater attends the wake and consumes bread and salt from a plate on the body of the actual corpse
Step four the other people who attend the funeral abuse and beat the Sin Eater as they leave.
He or she is kicked up the arse...
#satirical
#historical
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Nov 2018 6:06pm
30th Nov 2018 6:06pm
Weirdo not help you
In a field with a demon scare crow
You text me to help you
You phone me to save you
Hell no
You said I was a loser
You said I was a weirdo
Now you need my help me I am suddenly your hero.
If you get lost among the fog of an English Moor
Chased by a three headed dog
My advice is don't look for me run more
Dont say my name if you stumble in a maze and find a minotaur
I won't help
I'll lock the door
Good luck
Trying to out swim a shark
Dodge a bullet
Escape a fire
Climb a wonky ladder
Fight a...
You text me to help you
You phone me to save you
Hell no
You said I was a loser
You said I was a weirdo
Now you need my help me I am suddenly your hero.
If you get lost among the fog of an English Moor
Chased by a three headed dog
My advice is don't look for me run more
Dont say my name if you stumble in a maze and find a minotaur
I won't help
I'll lock the door
Good luck
Trying to out swim a shark
Dodge a bullet
Escape a fire
Climb a wonky ladder
Fight a...
#bullying
#mythology
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Nov 2018 10:16pm
24th Nov 2018 10:16pm
Blitz of calls
Nervous feeling
Work experience
Elementary school
Expecting call
Freindly lady
Training me
Testing
Phone rings
Person speaking
Accent different
Not trainer
She's Northerner
Loud speaker
East Londoner
Like Grandmother
House Bombed
Roof destroyed
Bedroom wrecked
Kitchen mess
Bathroom wet
Cat unharmed
Husband Dead
Tells address
Call Disconnects
Look handset
Its impossible
Its unplugged
Plaque on Wall
Bomb office
In WW2
I...
Work experience
Elementary school
Expecting call
Freindly lady
Training me
Testing
Phone rings
Person speaking
Accent different
Not trainer
She's Northerner
Loud speaker
East Londoner
Like Grandmother
House Bombed
Roof destroyed
Bedroom wrecked
Kitchen mess
Bathroom wet
Cat unharmed
Husband Dead
Tells address
Call Disconnects
Look handset
Its impossible
Its unplugged
Plaque on Wall
Bomb office
In WW2
I...
#war
#ghosts
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DARK POEM
Published
17th Nov 2018 7:01pm
17th Nov 2018 7:01pm
Ouja board
The Ouja board keyboard is now in stores!!!
Forget holding hands and sitting around an old fashioned retro board and join in with the next generation of electronic Ouja boards.
Open a word document
Watch in amazement as a message starts to appear on the screen
The keys will go down automatically but there will be no one around
Young have found a link!
You are in direct communication with a spirit or could it be a deamon?
You could make a freind who is dead or maybe find a new enemy!
What will they say hi, I miss you or its time to die? ...
Forget holding hands and sitting around an old fashioned retro board and join in with the next generation of electronic Ouja boards.
Open a word document
Watch in amazement as a message starts to appear on the screen
The keys will go down automatically but there will be no one around
Young have found a link!
You are in direct communication with a spirit or could it be a deamon?
You could make a freind who is dead or maybe find a new enemy!
What will they say hi, I miss you or its time to die? ...
#death
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