Submissions by blocat
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Comedy writer and also write serious stuff from the heart when I'm in the mood. Without humour life has no real balance and we take ourselves too seriously. I use humour as armour against the slings and arrows of outrageous circumstance. ;-)
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Jan 2013 10:38pm
26th Jan 2013 10:38pm
Frustration
Brushing snow from off me pathway
When the head came off the brush
I had to hurry before it all melted
So I fixed it in a helluva rush
Restarting brushing with vigour
I gave a great frustrated shout
Just when I’d got the head fixed on
The handle it came out! :-)
When the head came off the brush
I had to hurry before it all melted
So I fixed it in a helluva rush
Restarting brushing with vigour
I gave a great frustrated shout
Just when I’d got the head fixed on
The handle it came out! :-)
678 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
26th Jan 2013 4:46pm
26th Jan 2013 4:46pm
Who is My?
I talk of My heart I speak of My soul
But who is this ‘My’ the owner of all?
It isn’t the spirit because that’s My’s too
I wonder if you ponder the same as I do?
Is My some entity that dwells in the blue
Owning everything that is me and you
This realisation came as a jolt
Just what do I mean when I say it’s My fault?
Does that absolve me from all I do wrong?
I’m controlled by a My to whom I belong
If so this My has taken away
Any fear I might have of a last judgment day
Is there a My for everyone here
Or just one...
But who is this ‘My’ the owner of all?
It isn’t the spirit because that’s My’s too
I wonder if you ponder the same as I do?
Is My some entity that dwells in the blue
Owning everything that is me and you
This realisation came as a jolt
Just what do I mean when I say it’s My fault?
Does that absolve me from all I do wrong?
I’m controlled by a My to whom I belong
If so this My has taken away
Any fear I might have of a last judgment day
Is there a My for everyone here
Or just one...
738 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Jan 2013 1:25pm
26th Jan 2013 1:25pm
Since I Won
Since I won the lottery I’ve become good lookin’
Since I won ten million it seems that I’m worth fuckin’
I wonder why? Never was before
Even had trouble pullin’ a whore!
But now I have a load of cash all my jokes are funny
Apparently I sing good too do you think it is the money?
Since I won the lottery this much I can tell
Those sycophantic bastards can go and piss in hell.
When I was broke and lived alone they never came around
Now it’s hi there Joe how are you can you lend ten thousand pound?
It’s not for me Joe you see it’s for my second...
Since I won ten million it seems that I’m worth fuckin’
I wonder why? Never was before
Even had trouble pullin’ a whore!
But now I have a load of cash all my jokes are funny
Apparently I sing good too do you think it is the money?
Since I won the lottery this much I can tell
Those sycophantic bastards can go and piss in hell.
When I was broke and lived alone they never came around
Now it’s hi there Joe how are you can you lend ten thousand pound?
It’s not for me Joe you see it’s for my second...
689 reads
5 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
24th Jan 2013 5:19pm
24th Jan 2013 5:19pm
Blind Date
I said to me mate who’d arranged a blind date
Is she a goer and does she look great?
He said she was ‘different’ which sounds an alarm
But I went along anyway what was the harm?
We met in a car park all gloomy and dark
Said he’d arranged it like this for a lark
I could see she was big though her face it was hidden
To look at her now I was strictly forbidden
When we got to the pub and into the light
I damn near fainted Oh god what a fright
She looked like Mike Tyson dressed up in drag
She said hello big boy do you fancy shag?
I ran for...
Is she a goer and does she look great?
He said she was ‘different’ which sounds an alarm
But I went along anyway what was the harm?
We met in a car park all gloomy and dark
Said he’d arranged it like this for a lark
I could see she was big though her face it was hidden
To look at her now I was strictly forbidden
When we got to the pub and into the light
I damn near fainted Oh god what a fright
She looked like Mike Tyson dressed up in drag
She said hello big boy do you fancy shag?
I ran for...
735 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
24th Jan 2013 5:14pm
24th Jan 2013 5:14pm
Teen Fiend
He views the world through the eye of his penis
Thinks girls are there for his convenience
Conceit his ever present companion
Vanity his mentor
Strutting peacock of the parks
Desires, wants must meet instant gratification
Ratification of his beliefs
Meets girl of similar ilk
Knickers of silk untouched
But she aware her effect
Demands respect that he is loath to give
Cannot live without quenching his fire
Assuage desire
Took her illicitly
Justice calls for retribution
He sits in institution lamenting
But not repenting...
Thinks girls are there for his convenience
Conceit his ever present companion
Vanity his mentor
Strutting peacock of the parks
Desires, wants must meet instant gratification
Ratification of his beliefs
Meets girl of similar ilk
Knickers of silk untouched
But she aware her effect
Demands respect that he is loath to give
Cannot live without quenching his fire
Assuage desire
Took her illicitly
Justice calls for retribution
He sits in institution lamenting
But not repenting...
734 reads
4 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2013 1:26am
23rd Jan 2013 1:26am
Homework
Have you done your homework John?
Miss Rotherham wants to know
It should have been in yesterday
You’re being rather slow
But I’m sexually exhausted miss he said in airy fashion
I’m young, damn good looking and driven by my passion
He smirked about the classroom made grand gestures in the air
To expect me to do homework miss really isn’t fair
Miss Rotherham smiled sweetly made her own gestures grand
Sexual exhaustion John? Then please write with your other hand
Miss Rotherham wants to know
It should have been in yesterday
You’re being rather slow
But I’m sexually exhausted miss he said in airy fashion
I’m young, damn good looking and driven by my passion
He smirked about the classroom made grand gestures in the air
To expect me to do homework miss really isn’t fair
Miss Rotherham smiled sweetly made her own gestures grand
Sexual exhaustion John? Then please write with your other hand
776 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2013 6:28am
22nd Jan 2013 6:28am
Confessional
Tell me father what would you do
If all the world turned in on you
If your priest became a beast
And you wish you (Or he) deceased
Tell me father of this faith
That’s supposed to conquer all
And save us from the fires of hell
In which we might yet fall
Guide me father what to do
When church and state conspire
To damn the youth who told the truth
Make innocence the liar
Would you hide your face away
Internalise your grief
Would you smile and say a prayer
In the false belief
That all the pain would go away ...
If all the world turned in on you
If your priest became a beast
And you wish you (Or he) deceased
Tell me father of this faith
That’s supposed to conquer all
And save us from the fires of hell
In which we might yet fall
Guide me father what to do
When church and state conspire
To damn the youth who told the truth
Make innocence the liar
Would you hide your face away
Internalise your grief
Would you smile and say a prayer
In the false belief
That all the pain would go away ...
760 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2013 5:20am
22nd Jan 2013 5:20am
Deceit
I sinned against our child and you
And now the ache of painful remorse
Of course
To no avail
A common tale too little too late
Perversity overcame and damned me for the traitor
Who sang the silver song of love
In gardens scented with deceit
Of tales woven intricate replete
With subtle guise of gentle lies
Now am I sent
Spent
Banishment
From your gaze once loving
To reap my own deserved reward
My tears twin rivers of pain
Never to see you ever again!
And only I to blame
And now the ache of painful remorse
Of course
To no avail
A common tale too little too late
Perversity overcame and damned me for the traitor
Who sang the silver song of love
In gardens scented with deceit
Of tales woven intricate replete
With subtle guise of gentle lies
Now am I sent
Spent
Banishment
From your gaze once loving
To reap my own deserved reward
My tears twin rivers of pain
Never to see you ever again!
And only I to blame
658 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Jan 2013 7:44pm
20th Jan 2013 7:44pm
The Bar Stewards Ball
They came from every corner of the Western World
Waving their bright banners freshly they’d unfurled
To camp beside a stinking sewer and hold a bar stewards ball
Then decide who was the biggest bar steward of them all
There were bar stewards fat and bar stewards thin
There were evil bar stewards too
There were dodgy looking bar stewards sitting sniffing glue
There were lying spying bar stewards
Given to journalism
Six feet lower than shark shit
They should have been in prison
There were bar stewards selling pussy
A...
Waving their bright banners freshly they’d unfurled
To camp beside a stinking sewer and hold a bar stewards ball
Then decide who was the biggest bar steward of them all
There were bar stewards fat and bar stewards thin
There were evil bar stewards too
There were dodgy looking bar stewards sitting sniffing glue
There were lying spying bar stewards
Given to journalism
Six feet lower than shark shit
They should have been in prison
There were bar stewards selling pussy
A...
751 reads
5 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Jan 2013 9:51pm
18th Jan 2013 9:51pm
Inspired Retired
This is for you Uley ;-)
The eye sight's weak the knees both creek
The ears don’t work hardly hear you speak
Not much energy any more
But don't go thinking life's a chore
Hair now gone that once was sleek
And I only manage sex 'bout every other week
I arise each day at the crack of noon
It’s neither too late nor a moment too soon
See I’m retired and nothing’s required
Of me so I am totally, utterly free
No one to please but myself you see
If I sit up all night writing shite (Like this)
My time is mine and it’s quite alright...
The eye sight's weak the knees both creek
The ears don’t work hardly hear you speak
Not much energy any more
But don't go thinking life's a chore
Hair now gone that once was sleek
And I only manage sex 'bout every other week
I arise each day at the crack of noon
It’s neither too late nor a moment too soon
See I’m retired and nothing’s required
Of me so I am totally, utterly free
No one to please but myself you see
If I sit up all night writing shite (Like this)
My time is mine and it’s quite alright...
792 reads
9 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
18th Jan 2013 1:28pm
18th Jan 2013 1:28pm
Untouchable
It is a grade “A” grey day the wind is in the way
The rain is a pain on my pane and it is plain
The lane will become impassable
Feeling irascible I shout my hatred at that
Which seems like the seams of my life sewn up
Tight with cares and strife stifling
No control no bottom to the hole
Now become trifling
Like spiritual bailiffs put on hold can’t steal my hearts gold
For whilst this weather lasts I am untouchable
Disconnected phone my choice alone
My home at the end of the lane
For this time all mine
No heed need I give to you or...
The rain is a pain on my pane and it is plain
The lane will become impassable
Feeling irascible I shout my hatred at that
Which seems like the seams of my life sewn up
Tight with cares and strife stifling
No control no bottom to the hole
Now become trifling
Like spiritual bailiffs put on hold can’t steal my hearts gold
For whilst this weather lasts I am untouchable
Disconnected phone my choice alone
My home at the end of the lane
For this time all mine
No heed need I give to you or...
717 reads
2 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
17th Jan 2013 8:55pm
17th Jan 2013 8:55pm
The Rifle Butt Diplomats
920 reads
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