Submissions by billy423uk
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2010 00:51am
23rd Jul 2010 00:51am
Sunsight by William Marsland
sunrise infects me
strokes and wakes
with oven hot mitts
making pimples sprout erect
you can see them/it
fucking up a sightless face
working in unison
an invisible tag team
slapping me around
sunrise infects me
penetrates me cock-like
fucks me over deliciously
inseminating my waking hours
with half life images
of blacks on black
spent sparklers fizzling
sunrise infects me
emotional sprinkler systems
whir and whiz
throwing imaginative waters
onto...
strokes and wakes
with oven hot mitts
making pimples sprout erect
you can see them/it
fucking up a sightless face
working in unison
an invisible tag team
slapping me around
sunrise infects me
penetrates me cock-like
fucks me over deliciously
inseminating my waking hours
with half life images
of blacks on black
spent sparklers fizzling
sunrise infects me
emotional sprinkler systems
whir and whiz
throwing imaginative waters
onto...
866 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Jul 2010 6:30am
15th Jul 2010 6:30am
Making People Laugh By William. Marsland.
leg braces sometimes lock
weak kneed like the chick
on the edge of its nest
the spastic falls over
that slavering puppy head
cocked to one side
the spastic falls the fuck over
one can't help but laugh
at spastics falling over
walking Monty Python's funny walk
with that ostrich gait
swinging limp lopsided feet
from here to anywhere
trying to knock themselves out
with that gimpy hooked hand
slamming it into a misaligned jaw
one can't help but
laugh at spastics falling over
talking to a spastic is also funny...
weak kneed like the chick
on the edge of its nest
the spastic falls over
that slavering puppy head
cocked to one side
the spastic falls the fuck over
one can't help but laugh
at spastics falling over
walking Monty Python's funny walk
with that ostrich gait
swinging limp lopsided feet
from here to anywhere
trying to knock themselves out
with that gimpy hooked hand
slamming it into a misaligned jaw
one can't help but
laugh at spastics falling over
talking to a spastic is also funny...
912 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Jul 2010 8:52am
11th Jul 2010 8:52am
Remembering By William Marsland
our clothes dripped
that drooping drip
of little Jewish boys at Auschwitz
shivering in their dripping droopy skin
that lay in hollowed folds
from off the bone
they were caught being Jewish
whatever that is
little Jewish boys
in the bath house
we'd been caught as we swam
Manchester mackerel
prancing in the dirty waters of suburbia.
huddled together we rattled
on a wintered canal bank
waited for parents who didn't care
who were seldom there except
when called to scald or beat
though we never got to feel...
that drooping drip
of little Jewish boys at Auschwitz
shivering in their dripping droopy skin
that lay in hollowed folds
from off the bone
they were caught being Jewish
whatever that is
little Jewish boys
in the bath house
we'd been caught as we swam
Manchester mackerel
prancing in the dirty waters of suburbia.
huddled together we rattled
on a wintered canal bank
waited for parents who didn't care
who were seldom there except
when called to scald or beat
though we never got to feel...
782 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Jul 2010 6:42am
5th Jul 2010 6:42am
Penny Pinching By William Marsland.
Half buried in limestone chippings
creosoted coffins bleed;
dark brown on virgin white.
Rails rattle the tale of steam
within their polished gleam of steel.
Copper coins are placed upon
their copper bottomed heads
and spread.
creosoted coffins bleed;
dark brown on virgin white.
Rails rattle the tale of steam
within their polished gleam of steel.
Copper coins are placed upon
their copper bottomed heads
and spread.
1089 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Jul 2010 6:40am
5th Jul 2010 6:40am
What A Sight. By William Marsland.
This vantage point on craggy tor
atop resplendent scenery
fits my stance as heaven’s throne.
Its presence bids my sight
be overwhelmed;
whilst sitting in repose
as to horizon
Mother Earth unfolds.
Broad winding water
stretched below, cuts a swathe.
Flecks of rainbows dance
downward, onward fleeing
to a fluid jewel;
a mirrored plain of
shattered blinding light.
Golden-headed soldiers
throng valley’s rolling slopes.
Commandeered in silent reveille
by nature’s call to arms
attuned as if to whispered word...
atop resplendent scenery
fits my stance as heaven’s throne.
Its presence bids my sight
be overwhelmed;
whilst sitting in repose
as to horizon
Mother Earth unfolds.
Broad winding water
stretched below, cuts a swathe.
Flecks of rainbows dance
downward, onward fleeing
to a fluid jewel;
a mirrored plain of
shattered blinding light.
Golden-headed soldiers
throng valley’s rolling slopes.
Commandeered in silent reveille
by nature’s call to arms
attuned as if to whispered word...
806 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Jun 2010 7:46am
26th Jun 2010 7:46am
Milbank Field by William Marsland.
Silky tendrils twist and outward lift
from ears of long stalked corn.
Dream catchers
for field mice and would be lovers
on long yellow day walks.
from ears of long stalked corn.
Dream catchers
for field mice and would be lovers
on long yellow day walks.
688 reads
0 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
23rd May 2010 3:36am
23rd May 2010 3:36am
What Thoughts I Had By William Marsland.
Miss Swisham had fantastic tits.
They’d be thrown around the classroom
Like the twin hulls
of a catamaran.
Her milky whiteness
splashed my view
and straddled my immature loins
on many an occasion.
it's in sexually explicit because i don't know if tits is non sexually explicit lol
They’d be thrown around the classroom
Like the twin hulls
of a catamaran.
Her milky whiteness
splashed my view
and straddled my immature loins
on many an occasion.
it's in sexually explicit because i don't know if tits is non sexually explicit lol
918 reads
6 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd May 2010 2:20am
23rd May 2010 2:20am
The Stream by William Marsland.
It was the wet spring of 67
from behind that old willow tree.
Trembling at the thought
of you noticing me through
its weeping tentacles.
Trembling
because I hoped you would.
I saw you standing at the water’s edge
a seductive breeze
pushed against the floral print of your dress
Your outline excited me so much.
I hugged you
through the light-dappled leaves
You twirled, and swirled
to and fro along the bank.
Unaware that I, though unmoving
also danced a step or two and then
the dancing stopped. ...
from behind that old willow tree.
Trembling at the thought
of you noticing me through
its weeping tentacles.
Trembling
because I hoped you would.
I saw you standing at the water’s edge
a seductive breeze
pushed against the floral print of your dress
Your outline excited me so much.
I hugged you
through the light-dappled leaves
You twirled, and swirled
to and fro along the bank.
Unaware that I, though unmoving
also danced a step or two and then
the dancing stopped. ...
704 reads
4 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
4th Apr 2010 10:19am
4th Apr 2010 10:19am
Chasing The Dragon
Powdered dream
on silver foil
above a fluid flame
liquefies to violent life
smoky whiskers
spiral from a writhing head
garnered in a paper vein
then held in burning lungs
till beast set free, is dead
on silver foil
above a fluid flame
liquefies to violent life
smoky whiskers
spiral from a writhing head
garnered in a paper vein
then held in burning lungs
till beast set free, is dead
1478 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2010 10:21am
3rd Apr 2010 10:21am
The King
He sits upon his mossy throne
water trickles transparent chords
chrome wallows over muddy rut
a lazy liquid mirrored snake
dividing bluebell and bramble
like some long lost ley-line
attired in royal robes;
elastic dead, killed by murderous thumbs
dull grey socks, ankled at half-mast
mere collarets to plastic sandaled foot
knee-length britches, the colour
of ageless wear and tear
ripple and crease beneath
a shoddy shirt of undetermined blue
choices, choices, choices:
train stations were thought about
shouts of steam that...
water trickles transparent chords
chrome wallows over muddy rut
a lazy liquid mirrored snake
dividing bluebell and bramble
like some long lost ley-line
attired in royal robes;
elastic dead, killed by murderous thumbs
dull grey socks, ankled at half-mast
mere collarets to plastic sandaled foot
knee-length britches, the colour
of ageless wear and tear
ripple and crease beneath
a shoddy shirt of undetermined blue
choices, choices, choices:
train stations were thought about
shouts of steam that...
744 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Apr 2010 10:56am
2nd Apr 2010 10:56am
The pennines
In blue and clear
waves of roiling heather
Swamp the peaty moor.
Irate easterlies
force purple headed stems
to whip and whisper
Waterfowl
Alight and skim
on windy waters.
Rippled mirrors
no longer calm
reflect a thousand suns.
Kitty Hawk in search of target
Floats, dances, then dives
to ground.
A not too shrewd shrew
succumbs, a squeak or two
then death and feast.
The moorland stage.
Divine, not quite austere
displays the play of nature
to my jaded eyes.
Each day i enter
through its...
waves of roiling heather
Swamp the peaty moor.
Irate easterlies
force purple headed stems
to whip and whisper
Waterfowl
Alight and skim
on windy waters.
Rippled mirrors
no longer calm
reflect a thousand suns.
Kitty Hawk in search of target
Floats, dances, then dives
to ground.
A not too shrewd shrew
succumbs, a squeak or two
then death and feast.
The moorland stage.
Divine, not quite austere
displays the play of nature
to my jaded eyes.
Each day i enter
through its...
824 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Apr 2010 10:51am
2nd Apr 2010 10:51am
Writers Block.
Words like jump and hop leap off my page
whilst others like supine, languish in a state
of flat, along with sleep and smooth
scribble dribbles laterally from left… on through to right
not caring how it looks, or if it reads like shite
unlike eloquence, whose job it is to know
just what is meant when used with
fellow words, articulate and show
whilst others like supine, languish in a state
of flat, along with sleep and smooth
scribble dribbles laterally from left… on through to right
not caring how it looks, or if it reads like shite
unlike eloquence, whose job it is to know
just what is meant when used with
fellow words, articulate and show
717 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by billy423uk
