Submissions by ajay
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Mar 2025 3:26am
25th Mar 2025 3:26am
Naturally
When all is said and done,
there'll be nothing left to do,
but still I shall go on,
loving you.
♥️
there'll be nothing left to do,
but still I shall go on,
loving you.
♥️
#love
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Mar 2025 1:13pm
19th Mar 2025 1:13pm
A Lament for Dug, the Worm of the Underground
Well, Dug, O Worm of Deepest Underground,
the hateful Twelfth of May, that date you fear,
that date when we must part, is drawing near,
when all will end, collapsing black around,
and from the Underground will come no sound.
Your well-loved faithful friends will all disperse
like arrows fired, to fall to bad or worse
somewhere upon a distant rocky shore –
then you will hear their singing rhymes no more.
The Twelfth of May approaches as your hearse.
⚰️
the hateful Twelfth of May, that date you fear,
that date when we must part, is drawing near,
when all will end, collapsing black around,
and from the Underground will come no sound.
Your well-loved faithful friends will all disperse
like arrows fired, to fall to bad or worse
somewhere upon a distant rocky shore –
then you will hear their singing rhymes no more.
The Twelfth of May approaches as your hearse.
⚰️
#grief
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Mar 2025 6:19pm
13th Mar 2025 6:19pm
An Unusual Poetry Site Poem
DU is dead,
but I have decided not to make a big
tragedy out of it
🙃
but I have decided not to make a big
tragedy out of it
🙃
#death
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Feb 2025 3:01pm
10th Feb 2025 3:01pm
Dog Days
The Hound is slowing down, she's getting old.
She just can't do the things she used to do,
and though to write those words is sad, they're true.
Her once-upon-a-time hot blood runs cold,
the bounding miles that then so quickly rolled
beneath her flashing canine paws have slowed
to walking speed. She's now in old dog mode,
and crashed out on the settee's what she likes.
No doubt she's dreaming of long doggy hikes,
with miles to go still of her doggy road.
🐕
She just can't do the things she used to do,
and though to write those words is sad, they're true.
Her once-upon-a-time hot blood runs cold,
the bounding miles that then so quickly rolled
beneath her flashing canine paws have slowed
to walking speed. She's now in old dog mode,
and crashed out on the settee's what she likes.
No doubt she's dreaming of long doggy hikes,
with miles to go still of her doggy road.
🐕
#LifeCycle
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10 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Feb 2025 3:53am
8th Feb 2025 3:53am
One for Deep Underground
The house is growing old and looking sad.
Its roof is leaking, many slates have gone.
It's lost the cheerful look that once it had
when it was young and life inside went on.
Its hearth is cold, no fire is blazing there,
the paper peels, unrolling from the wall,
the windows blind, the battered floorboards bare,
now only echos echo in its hall.
The house remembers, though, a better time,
the better days when it was full of light,
the happy days when it was in its prime,
it pays no heed now to its sorry plight.
It's had a...
Its roof is leaking, many slates have gone.
It's lost the cheerful look that once it had
when it was young and life inside went on.
Its hearth is cold, no fire is blazing there,
the paper peels, unrolling from the wall,
the windows blind, the battered floorboards bare,
now only echos echo in its hall.
The house remembers, though, a better time,
the better days when it was full of light,
the happy days when it was in its prime,
it pays no heed now to its sorry plight.
It's had a...
#love
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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!
😬🛏️😬
.
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!
😬🛏️😬
.
#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!
'While once we grooved and bopped and moved
and really loved to play,
here in our armchairs, half asleep,
together snuggled soft and deep,
is where we want to stay.
'So bugger off, you beating Hearts,
and leave us quiet here.
The party's done, the lights are dark,
we'd rather saunter in the park
than dance in groovy gear!'
...
'Get up and dance around!'
'Sod off!' they said. 'We're knackered now!
We're staying sofa-bound!
'While once we grooved and bopped and moved
and really loved to play,
here in our armchairs, half asleep,
together snuggled soft and deep,
is where we want to stay.
'So bugger off, you beating Hearts,
and leave us quiet here.
The party's done, the lights are dark,
we'd rather saunter in the park
than dance in groovy gear!'
...
#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 sparking all the air,
with phoenix 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...
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 sparking all the air,
with phoenix 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...
#WritingPoetry
157 reads
6 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!
...
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!
...
#breakup
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2 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.
A single thought was in your head
that, like a flying dart,
you would not fail, you would impale
and enter that egg's heart,
...
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.
A single thought was in your head
that, like a flying dart,
you would not fail, you would impale
and enter that egg's heart,
...
#fate
295 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
453 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
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4 Comments
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