Submissions by Spanker
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction The experiments continue; elements combine and react; new substances form; old ideas disintegrate; lenses filter, focus and reflect; the scientist and the lab rat – indistinguishable.
SELF POEM
Published
11th Jan 2021 6:56am
11th Jan 2021 6:56am
Quote This
I don't objectify
I glorify
I glorify
#love
#beauty
#nature
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Jan 2021 6:51am
11th Jan 2021 6:51am
Mary
I love how she gags
On all those H's
In Bach
On all those H's
In Bach
#music
#art
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Jan 2021 9:37am
7th Jan 2021 9:37am
Saucy
Oh
Why isn’t it working?
Give it time
Ok
Still …
Doesn’t seem …
To be working
Wait
No
Nothing
I expected …
Something
But
No, nothing
Except the smell
That is something
Yes
It might be working
Just very slowly
Give it a tap
No
Harder
No
Tap, tap, and tap!
Squeeze
Yes
That’s what it needed
It’s coming away
Slowly
Do it again
I dare you
Ok
Err!
I didn’t need to
I lifted it up ...
Why isn’t it working?
Give it time
Ok
Still …
Doesn’t seem …
To be working
Wait
No
Nothing
I expected …
Something
But
No, nothing
Except the smell
That is something
Yes
It might be working
Just very slowly
Give it a tap
No
Harder
No
Tap, tap, and tap!
Squeeze
Yes
That’s what it needed
It’s coming away
Slowly
Do it again
I dare you
Ok
Err!
I didn’t need to
I lifted it up ...
#food
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SELF POEM
Published
7th Jan 2021 9:32am
7th Jan 2021 9:32am
Yet Another
I suffer from various afflictions:
- Protestant thrift
- Self-abuse syndrome
- Lust for life disorder
- Sentimentality
- Truth-seeking foolishness
- Too many eyes for beauty
- A fondness for lists
- Protestant thrift
- Self-abuse syndrome
- Lust for life disorder
- Sentimentality
- Truth-seeking foolishness
- Too many eyes for beauty
- A fondness for lists
#SelfReflection
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SELF POEM
Published
5th Jan 2021 10:43am
5th Jan 2021 10:43am
Doomed
I was doomed to win
I blame my parents
I blame myself
Of course
I forage
For everything
On the planet
All the girls
Keep to ancient trails
The distant lands
The hills, the valleys
My subterfuge
All those ruses
That could go so terribly wrong
The peep-shows, the brothel
That decadence on tap
I accepted the conditions
Tried to trade up but failed
Wallowed in my shame
Got up again
Fucked & kissed
Something someone perfect
Laughed and smiled again
At...
I blame my parents
I blame myself
Of course
I forage
For everything
On the planet
All the girls
Keep to ancient trails
The distant lands
The hills, the valleys
My subterfuge
All those ruses
That could go so terribly wrong
The peep-shows, the brothel
That decadence on tap
I accepted the conditions
Tried to trade up but failed
Wallowed in my shame
Got up again
Fucked & kissed
Something someone perfect
Laughed and smiled again
At...
#TruthOfLife
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Jan 2021 10:39am
5th Jan 2021 10:39am
My Art Hall of Fame
Lydia Lunch
Charles Bukowski
Leonardo da Vinci
Vincent van Gogh
Rembrandt, Vermeer
Hopper, Edgar Allan Poe
Leonard Cohen
Joy Division
Pink Floyd
Led Zeppelin
Deep Purple
The Sweet
Arthur Rimbaud
Sylvia Plath
J.R.R. Tolkien
John Steinbeck (of course)
Oh, Nabokov (sorry, actually quite higher up the list – maybe first?)
Sorry Vladimir
Charles Bukowski
Leonardo da Vinci
Vincent van Gogh
Rembrandt, Vermeer
Hopper, Edgar Allan Poe
Leonard Cohen
Joy Division
Pink Floyd
Led Zeppelin
Deep Purple
The Sweet
Arthur Rimbaud
Sylvia Plath
J.R.R. Tolkien
John Steinbeck (of course)
Oh, Nabokov (sorry, actually quite higher up the list – maybe first?)
Sorry Vladimir
#art
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EROTIC POEM
Published
31st Dec 2020 11:32am
31st Dec 2020 11:32am
But I Did
She had a sticky date
What can I say?
I tried to look away
But it lured me in
I’m weak, I said
To myself I think
I don’t exactly recall
She was Italian
From the north
On the Swiss border
Blonde, blue eyed
Skin like …
Soft & smooth
Brown & pink
I had a clever finger
It could not be helped
Almost estranged
Yes that was it
Part of me but
One of the naughty bits
Her tits were like treacle
I had no hope
With her …
And all those
Tempting shores ...
What can I say?
I tried to look away
But it lured me in
I’m weak, I said
To myself I think
I don’t exactly recall
She was Italian
From the north
On the Swiss border
Blonde, blue eyed
Skin like …
Soft & smooth
Brown & pink
I had a clever finger
It could not be helped
Almost estranged
Yes that was it
Part of me but
One of the naughty bits
Her tits were like treacle
I had no hope
With her …
And all those
Tempting shores ...
#love
#lover
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DRUGS POEM
Published
31st Dec 2020 11:27am
31st Dec 2020 11:27am
Don’t Be Ashamed of ‘It’
There are a thousand little tricks
For a drunk & drug addict to learn
A thousand little man-made
Quarrels with nature
There are a thousand blind rules
To be broken
More than a million
To keep
We sons and daughters
Of slaves
Are slaves
Have masters/mistresses
We saints and sinners
We creatures
Of the vortex
Of gyroscopic time
All the relatives
All the striders
For infinity
And one step beyond
One legend beyond
A few mortal leaps
A series of...
For a drunk & drug addict to learn
A thousand little man-made
Quarrels with nature
There are a thousand blind rules
To be broken
More than a million
To keep
We sons and daughters
Of slaves
Are slaves
Have masters/mistresses
We saints and sinners
We creatures
Of the vortex
Of gyroscopic time
All the relatives
All the striders
For infinity
And one step beyond
One legend beyond
A few mortal leaps
A series of...
#addiction
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th Dec 2020 1:10am
15th Dec 2020 1:10am
I Might
One page left
Spend it well
Are you going out tonight?
She said
And after
A bottle of red
I said no
I might stay in
She smiled
Like a winner
Like a story
Knowing how to begin
I hinted at crime
She shook her head
Once more
At my stitch
I parodied love
And every itch within
Wondered where she’d gone
Time said nothing
Spend it well
Are you going out tonight?
She said
And after
A bottle of red
I said no
I might stay in
She smiled
Like a winner
Like a story
Knowing how to begin
I hinted at crime
She shook her head
Once more
At my stitch
I parodied love
And every itch within
Wondered where she’d gone
Time said nothing
#love
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th Dec 2020 1:08am
15th Dec 2020 1:08am
So Short But Special
We’re both running out
Of time I thought
Speak for yourself
She said
I nodded
Half lost
In her gaze
I wanted to confess to her
Like I couldn’t
With any other
I wanted to undress her
Like I couldn’t
With any other
She laughed at my tomfoolery
In her semi-clandestine mind
Ridiculing my absurdity
But giving it thrift-thought
She nodded
Half lost
In my gaze
She toasted us
As if we were coconuts
As if we were lost sheep
As if we really mattered ...
Of time I thought
Speak for yourself
She said
I nodded
Half lost
In her gaze
I wanted to confess to her
Like I couldn’t
With any other
I wanted to undress her
Like I couldn’t
With any other
She laughed at my tomfoolery
In her semi-clandestine mind
Ridiculing my absurdity
But giving it thrift-thought
She nodded
Half lost
In my gaze
She toasted us
As if we were coconuts
As if we were lost sheep
As if we really mattered ...
#love
#TruthOfLife
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2020 2:39am
2nd Dec 2020 2:39am
Card Night
She was three fifths Pernod
And two fifths ice
Deceptively smart
And cute along with it
Adventuress, in boots
She ticked most of my boxes
Not too many crosses in view
Young and tanned and hippyish
She was free love, tied to
An endless ball of wool
I lamely went in
With dumb honesty
At my glorifying, mocking worst
As I have been known to do
It doesn’t always work out
As I have the scars to prove
So she snubbed me off
Just as she should
Returned to the table
Dealt herself back in ...
And two fifths ice
Deceptively smart
And cute along with it
Adventuress, in boots
She ticked most of my boxes
Not too many crosses in view
Young and tanned and hippyish
She was free love, tied to
An endless ball of wool
I lamely went in
With dumb honesty
At my glorifying, mocking worst
As I have been known to do
It doesn’t always work out
As I have the scars to prove
So she snubbed me off
Just as she should
Returned to the table
Dealt herself back in ...
#lust
#temptation
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2020 2:34am
2nd Dec 2020 2:34am
The Lecturer
Is that someone talking?
In my lecture
What madness is this?
Agreed
You are but
First year students
But talking nonetheless
In my fucking lecture!
I’ve failed people for less
Now
As we were
I am your Professor
My name –
Inconsequential
Your grades, your arses
Are mine!
Some very fine arses
No doubt
And mine
Nonetheless
All your two-cheek arseholes
For a whole semester
My rants
My genius
And all your cute little arseholes ...
In my lecture
What madness is this?
Agreed
You are but
First year students
But talking nonetheless
In my fucking lecture!
I’ve failed people for less
Now
As we were
I am your Professor
My name –
Inconsequential
Your grades, your arses
Are mine!
Some very fine arses
No doubt
And mine
Nonetheless
All your two-cheek arseholes
For a whole semester
My rants
My genius
And all your cute little arseholes ...
#power
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