Submissions by ajay
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Dec 2024 9:35pm
19th Dec 2024 9:35pm
That Harlot Sleep!
So, where is Sleep, if Sleep is not with me?
Carousing round the fleshpots of the town,
I bet, the champagne cocktails going down
her throat! No doubt she's dancing wild and free,
while I abandoned groan most miserably
and toss and turn in rumpled lonely bed,
no Sleep, but sleepless agonies instead.
Oh, Sleep! Do not forsake me! Do you hear?
I need you with me now! I need you near!
Come home to me! Come rest inside my head!
😬🛏️😬
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Carousing round the fleshpots of the town,
I bet, the champagne cocktails going down
her throat! No doubt she's dancing wild and free,
while I abandoned groan most miserably
and toss and turn in rumpled lonely bed,
no Sleep, but sleepless agonies instead.
Oh, Sleep! Do not forsake me! Do you hear?
I need you with me now! I need you near!
Come home to me! Come rest inside my head!
😬🛏️😬
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#WritingPoetry
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Nov 2024 5:56pm
9th Nov 2024 5:56pm
'... but their Hearts dance on!'
Come on! Get up!' their Hearts called out,
'Get up and dance around!'
'Sod off!' they said. 'We're knackered now!
We're staying sofa-bound!
'Our dancing days have come and gone,
and we just want to rest.
Our poor old knees are creaking now,
they've lost their spring, they've lost their Wow!
and we're long past our best.
'There was a time, in distant days,
when we were young and fit,
but now we're old and tired and grey,
our dancing days are far away,
and we're both well...
'Get up and dance around!'
'Sod off!' they said. 'We're knackered now!
We're staying sofa-bound!
'Our dancing days have come and gone,
and we just want to rest.
Our poor old knees are creaking now,
they've lost their spring, they've lost their Wow!
and we're long past our best.
'There was a time, in distant days,
when we were young and fit,
but now we're old and tired and grey,
our dancing days are far away,
and we're both well...
#WritingPoetry
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Oct 2024 11:17pm
27th Oct 2024 11:17pm
One for Grace
Like rain that falls on scorching days,
like comfort comes to one who prays,
as home appears to one who strays,
so gifts are found in different ways.
As when just like a dancing flame
a woman sudden from nowhere,
with poet mind and raven hair,
an answer to an unasked prayer,
appears and nothing is the same,
and then there comes a feeling, strong,
and soon she's heard in every song,
for melody and she belong
to every hour the whole day long,
then in the verses that we write
about a million different...
like comfort comes to one who prays,
as home appears to one who strays,
so gifts are found in different ways.
As when just like a dancing flame
a woman sudden from nowhere,
with poet mind and raven hair,
an answer to an unasked prayer,
appears and nothing is the same,
and then there comes a feeling, strong,
and soon she's heard in every song,
for melody and she belong
to every hour the whole day long,
then in the verses that we write
about a million different...
#WritingPoetry
130 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Oct 2024 1:16am
13th Oct 2024 1:16am
As a Cloud Covers the Sun
The sweetly singing lark is unaware
the shadow of the hawk will swooping come
to chill the bright and happy summer air
and blot with death the yellow of the sun.
Each note it sings could be the last of all
that issues from its joyful silver throat,
then silence like a shroud would thickly fall
and end the echoes of that final note.
But while the lark's alive it sings its songs
and pays no heed to what's outside the now.
With melodies alone the lark belongs
and sing it will, till death does not allow.
As we should sing our...
the shadow of the hawk will swooping come
to chill the bright and happy summer air
and blot with death the yellow of the sun.
Each note it sings could be the last of all
that issues from its joyful silver throat,
then silence like a shroud would thickly fall
and end the echoes of that final note.
But while the lark's alive it sings its songs
and pays no heed to what's outside the now.
With melodies alone the lark belongs
and sing it will, till death does not allow.
As we should sing our...
#inspirational
104 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Oct 2024 4:56am
10th Oct 2024 4:56am
Life's A Bitch, Darling
Life's always pleased, it seems, to ambush us
upon our road at times we least expect
it, coming crashing in with all its fuss
to leave our dreams, so precious, smashed and wrecked.
At any opportunity, with games
and painful tricks, it loves to see us hurt,
it loves to see our hopes go up in flames,
it loves to leave us lying in the dirt.
But up we battered get, we have no choice,
we have to walk along our fated track,
obeying cruel Life's commanding Voice
which calls us on, and there's no turning back. ...
upon our road at times we least expect
it, coming crashing in with all its fuss
to leave our dreams, so precious, smashed and wrecked.
At any opportunity, with games
and painful tricks, it loves to see us hurt,
it loves to see our hopes go up in flames,
it loves to leave us lying in the dirt.
But up we battered get, we have no choice,
we have to walk along our fated track,
obeying cruel Life's commanding Voice
which calls us on, and there's no turning back. ...
#LifeStruggles
104 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Jul 2024 6:26pm
11th Jul 2024 6:26pm
The Shepherd’s Reply To The Nymph (The Conversation Continues)
Christopher Marlowe:
The Passionate Shepherd To His Love.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44675/the-passionate-shepherd-to-his-love
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Sir Walter Raleigh:
The Nymph’s Reply To The Shepherd
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44939/the-nymphs-reply-to-the-shepherd
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Alexander Jones: (Me 🙃)
The Shepherd’s Reply To The Nymph
Well, fuck off, then, you rotten cow,
I wouldn't want to have you now.
If you'd prefer a richer man,
go find the sucker – if you can!
You're...
The Passionate Shepherd To His Love.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44675/the-passionate-shepherd-to-his-love
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Sir Walter Raleigh:
The Nymph’s Reply To The Shepherd
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44939/the-nymphs-reply-to-the-shepherd
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Alexander Jones: (Me 🙃)
The Shepherd’s Reply To The Nymph
Well, fuck off, then, you rotten cow,
I wouldn't want to have you now.
If you'd prefer a richer man,
go find the sucker – if you can!
You're...
#breakup
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2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Jul 2024 2:14pm
10th Jul 2024 2:14pm
Squeezed Out Eventually (Another Take)
A poem's sometimes like a bunged-up gut
when constipation's gripped it like a vice.
The situation's thick and grim, not nice,
the door of our creative arsehole shut,
the poem jammed inside our mental butt.
We try the ways we know to make it move:
a walk – the writer’s prunes – does not improve
our plight, the poem doesn't budge a bit
and even if it did it would be shit.
We're not tonight in that poetic groove.
📝🙃📝
when constipation's gripped it like a vice.
The situation's thick and grim, not nice,
the door of our creative arsehole shut,
the poem jammed inside our mental butt.
We try the ways we know to make it move:
a walk – the writer’s prunes – does not improve
our plight, the poem doesn't budge a bit
and even if it did it would be shit.
We're not tonight in that poetic groove.
📝🙃📝
#WritersBlock
182 reads
10 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Apr 2024 7:58pm
2nd Apr 2024 7:58pm
The Sperm That Came Second
You swam a splendid race, my lad,
as fast as any fish!
The gun went Bang! and out you sprang
and gave your tail a swish,
then moving swiftly, up you went,
the leader of the pack.
You led the field, you did not yield,
and never once looked back
as single-minded on you sped
just like a flying dart,
with swishing tail, you would not fail
to enter that egg's heart;
but tragedy, alas it came,
as it is wont to do,
you banged your head against that egg – ...
as fast as any fish!
The gun went Bang! and out you sprang
and gave your tail a swish,
then moving swiftly, up you went,
the leader of the pack.
You led the field, you did not yield,
and never once looked back
as single-minded on you sped
just like a flying dart,
with swishing tail, you would not fail
to enter that egg's heart;
but tragedy, alas it came,
as it is wont to do,
you banged your head against that egg – ...
#fate
206 reads
12 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Apr 2023 3:41pm
17th Apr 2023 3:41pm
(Mostly) Ars Poeticas
How To Write A Poem Like Charles Bukowski (Or: HAHAHAHA! SUCKERS!)
First take your prostitute,
one that's been around for a while,
lacking a few teeth, perhaps,
but having a heart of gold.
A sack, too, will be useful.
Next you'll need a handful of sores,
and if they're red and weeping
so much the better:
it fits the objective correlative.
Then you'll need a bluebird,
which will live in your chest
and stick its head out your arse,
singing: 'I love me! I love me! I'm great!'
["Wait a...
First take your prostitute,
one that's been around for a while,
lacking a few teeth, perhaps,
but having a heart of gold.
A sack, too, will be useful.
Next you'll need a handful of sores,
and if they're red and weeping
so much the better:
it fits the objective correlative.
Then you'll need a bluebird,
which will live in your chest
and stick its head out your arse,
singing: 'I love me! I love me! I'm great!'
["Wait a...
#unicorns
396 reads
17 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Apr 2023 9:30pm
15th Apr 2023 9:30pm
For Honoria And Her Horse
The poem was posted on the board,
feeling sad and blue,
it hadn't gained a Like or Comment –
not even one or two!
'I'm all unloved,' the poem said,
with a tear-filled eye,
and sitting down upon the ground
it then began to cry;
but soon there came a clipping sound
and a clopping too,
and when the poem raised up its head,
there stood your horse and you.
You clicked on Like and said nice words,
then went upon your way,
so thanks, Honoria, for being so kind,
you made my poem's day. ...
feeling sad and blue,
it hadn't gained a Like or Comment –
not even one or two!
'I'm all unloved,' the poem said,
with a tear-filled eye,
and sitting down upon the ground
it then began to cry;
but soon there came a clipping sound
and a clopping too,
and when the poem raised up its head,
there stood your horse and you.
You clicked on Like and said nice words,
then went upon your way,
so thanks, Honoria, for being so kind,
you made my poem's day. ...
#kindness
279 reads
4 Comments
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