Submissions by Tommytit
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am a performance/punk poet, I have been writing and performing poetry for a few years, and I have performed at various venues in south west England
Alfie the Anarchist
Through out the darkness
Through the mirk and the mist
These are the adventures
Of Alfie the Anarchist
His hair like spaguetti
So Curly and fair
His deep blue eyes
Cross him if you dare
He's lurking in the shadows
With a guitar strapped to his back
With a cheeky grin
Now he's dressed all in black
Under the spotlights
He lights up the stage
With guitar solos
Better than Jimmy Page
He's the original prankster
and he breaks all the rules
He'll sneak up behind you
Smash you straight in the balls
...
Through the mirk and the mist
These are the adventures
Of Alfie the Anarchist
His hair like spaguetti
So Curly and fair
His deep blue eyes
Cross him if you dare
He's lurking in the shadows
With a guitar strapped to his back
With a cheeky grin
Now he's dressed all in black
Under the spotlights
He lights up the stage
With guitar solos
Better than Jimmy Page
He's the original prankster
and he breaks all the rules
He'll sneak up behind you
Smash you straight in the balls
...
773 reads
4 Comments
Crude Food
727 reads
4 Comments
Bricks and Water
It's only bricks and water
you can't take them with you when you go
To the great party in the sky
Or when your'e roasting with the sinners below
It's only bricks and water
You can't take them with you when you go
My mortgage payment in arrears
But interest rates are low
It's only bricks and water
First time buyers stop and think
with no room to swing a cat
and the boilers on the blink
It's only bricks and water
Moldy walls drip like a burst cist
Radiators bleed from the inside out
The carpets smell of piss
...
you can't take them with you when you go
To the great party in the sky
Or when your'e roasting with the sinners below
It's only bricks and water
You can't take them with you when you go
My mortgage payment in arrears
But interest rates are low
It's only bricks and water
First time buyers stop and think
with no room to swing a cat
and the boilers on the blink
It's only bricks and water
Moldy walls drip like a burst cist
Radiators bleed from the inside out
The carpets smell of piss
...
751 reads
10 Comments
The Guillotine
I've lost my mind,
I can't remember where I left it
She turns me to stone
She tastes so septic
I can feel her watching me
I always let her down
A stereo sunset
struggles with this decaying town
Leafless trees with the world on their shoulders
Sag like an elderly womens breasts
She appears from the mirk
Like a scandalous feline with anarchy on her chest
The wind cuts through me
Like a rusty guillotine
My veins like a motorway junction
Turn to green
The grand bell of sorrow
Echoes from the hills
Visions of my past...
I can't remember where I left it
She turns me to stone
She tastes so septic
I can feel her watching me
I always let her down
A stereo sunset
struggles with this decaying town
Leafless trees with the world on their shoulders
Sag like an elderly womens breasts
She appears from the mirk
Like a scandalous feline with anarchy on her chest
The wind cuts through me
Like a rusty guillotine
My veins like a motorway junction
Turn to green
The grand bell of sorrow
Echoes from the hills
Visions of my past...
951 reads
7 Comments
A Town called live and die
The red Raven floats
In the haunting ruby sky
Past the razors edge
In a Town called live and die
With backstreets of an nightmare
Street lights flicker and fade
Sterile and infertile
Where nobody gets laid
With the smell of desperation
Which lingers in the air
The main roads a cancerous vein
Which leads to nowhere
A one eyed mongrel
As dark as a night in hell
Dissolves into the shadows
where brave men fought and fell
Blood stains in the gutters
faesces fester in the street
Men and women skin and bone...
In the haunting ruby sky
Past the razors edge
In a Town called live and die
With backstreets of an nightmare
Street lights flicker and fade
Sterile and infertile
Where nobody gets laid
With the smell of desperation
Which lingers in the air
The main roads a cancerous vein
Which leads to nowhere
A one eyed mongrel
As dark as a night in hell
Dissolves into the shadows
where brave men fought and fell
Blood stains in the gutters
faesces fester in the street
Men and women skin and bone...
857 reads
4 Comments
MTV Generation
Wake up Mtv generation
A Life time of separation
Hypnotic fluorescent Tv screens
The stench of corruption, Behind the scenes
With pretty boys, and Hollywood smiles
Diamonds gold chains, Gangster styles
Melodies and beats, That all sound the same
Originality and passion goes down the drain
My ears start to bleed, There mudering a classic
With the king of bling, printed on his jacket
End of an era a million records sold
Gucci Prada, his teeth are made of gold
Marching to a beat, To the drum of the undead
Rising from there graves like a...
A Life time of separation
Hypnotic fluorescent Tv screens
The stench of corruption, Behind the scenes
With pretty boys, and Hollywood smiles
Diamonds gold chains, Gangster styles
Melodies and beats, That all sound the same
Originality and passion goes down the drain
My ears start to bleed, There mudering a classic
With the king of bling, printed on his jacket
End of an era a million records sold
Gucci Prada, his teeth are made of gold
Marching to a beat, To the drum of the undead
Rising from there graves like a...
799 reads
8 Comments
My Hero
791 reads
10 Comments
900 reads
7 Comments
The Somerset Levels
Theres a place I know
So enchanting and free
A mystical wonder
A land of beauty
Trees of wisdom
guard this tranquil dream
And elegant swans
They glide upon the rhyne
Rivers snake through
this peaceful land
and bare footed lovers
walk hand in hand
A willow man, so rustic
In this west country light
Song birds rest upon him
Before they take flight
In the distance, on the horizon
On the sacred hill
The majestic tor
where the brothers and sisters chill
with my cider in the sun
I exorcise my devils
Please...
So enchanting and free
A mystical wonder
A land of beauty
Trees of wisdom
guard this tranquil dream
And elegant swans
They glide upon the rhyne
Rivers snake through
this peaceful land
and bare footed lovers
walk hand in hand
A willow man, so rustic
In this west country light
Song birds rest upon him
Before they take flight
In the distance, on the horizon
On the sacred hill
The majestic tor
where the brothers and sisters chill
with my cider in the sun
I exorcise my devils
Please...
1600 reads
8 Comments
Beating my meat on the toilet seat (and thinking of you)
A poem I wrote for my long suffering wife on our wedding annivesary
Her bat cave smells
like the London underground
I get lost in her beauty
She's hardwork like a rubix cube
while you're playing call of duty
Her hair the colour of the flames of hell
Her seductive eyes see through me
With teeth as white as piano keys
She tastes like tutti fruity
Her breast like spaniels ears
Flapping in the breeze
Those air bags of love
Make me weak at the knees
She's a beer garden
On a warm summers day
A regular Florence...
Her bat cave smells
like the London underground
I get lost in her beauty
She's hardwork like a rubix cube
while you're playing call of duty
Her hair the colour of the flames of hell
Her seductive eyes see through me
With teeth as white as piano keys
She tastes like tutti fruity
Her breast like spaniels ears
Flapping in the breeze
Those air bags of love
Make me weak at the knees
She's a beer garden
On a warm summers day
A regular Florence...
4250 reads
4 Comments
My Useless Balls
I'm shooting blanks
Robbing sperm banks
I'm gonna tell you about my useless balls
I can't procreate
The wifes in a state
I feel like the king of fools
Their wrinkly and they droop
Like an worn out ice cream scoop
and they stick to the side of my leg
They dangle like a conker
Smell like out of date cheese
and sometime leak over the bed
I've got a cobra without any poison
I Can't save the human race
A tommy gun with no bullets
But I can still go off in your face
I'm half the man I thought I was
So...
Robbing sperm banks
I'm gonna tell you about my useless balls
I can't procreate
The wifes in a state
I feel like the king of fools
Their wrinkly and they droop
Like an worn out ice cream scoop
and they stick to the side of my leg
They dangle like a conker
Smell like out of date cheese
and sometime leak over the bed
I've got a cobra without any poison
I Can't save the human race
A tommy gun with no bullets
But I can still go off in your face
I'm half the man I thought I was
So...
1150 reads
10 Comments
1378 reads
8 Comments
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