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. ;-)
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Jan 2013 3:39pm
6th Jan 2013 3:39pm
Since Mother Died
Oh daddy you look so sad
Since mother died you’ve cried
And cried but not in front of us
Such is your pride
Brave daddy how can I help, support
To what can I resort to be of succour
In your hour of need
You stayed with her you prayed for her
Though her mind was lost
And she knew you not
you tried and tried always at her side
Even when they took her away
Two busses and ten miles each way
Every day you went
Now you’re spent
Your hair once so thick rich and brown
Just a wispy silver down
You’ve lost weight of late...
Since mother died you’ve cried
And cried but not in front of us
Such is your pride
Brave daddy how can I help, support
To what can I resort to be of succour
In your hour of need
You stayed with her you prayed for her
Though her mind was lost
And she knew you not
you tried and tried always at her side
Even when they took her away
Two busses and ten miles each way
Every day you went
Now you’re spent
Your hair once so thick rich and brown
Just a wispy silver down
You’ve lost weight of late...
683 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Jan 2013 9:23am
5th Jan 2013 9:23am
Just Revenge
The rope is reeved
Lever pulled by the aggrieved
Rapist falls then held in check
As the noose breaks his evil neck
Oh were that to be the case
Our country would be a safer place
For those who meet this timely end
Never ever re-offend
;-)
Lever pulled by the aggrieved
Rapist falls then held in check
As the noose breaks his evil neck
Oh were that to be the case
Our country would be a safer place
For those who meet this timely end
Never ever re-offend
;-)
543 reads
0 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
1st Jan 2013 2:57pm
1st Jan 2013 2:57pm
Lucky That
New year’s eve spot of leave
Drive my car going far
Country road not too broad
Rain lashing wipers flashing
On full speed
Just to see ahead of me
Something not right steering tight
Pull over Range Rover
No overcoat never thought
Should've brought
Oh well what the hell
Out into the rain bloody pain
Tyre flat as a witches tit I’ll not be changing it
Then: Oh shit!
No signal on my phone can’t get help or contact home
Into the rain yet again
This no ordinary shower wheel change takes me half an hour
Piss wet through freezing...
Drive my car going far
Country road not too broad
Rain lashing wipers flashing
On full speed
Just to see ahead of me
Something not right steering tight
Pull over Range Rover
No overcoat never thought
Should've brought
Oh well what the hell
Out into the rain bloody pain
Tyre flat as a witches tit I’ll not be changing it
Then: Oh shit!
No signal on my phone can’t get help or contact home
Into the rain yet again
This no ordinary shower wheel change takes me half an hour
Piss wet through freezing...
629 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
30th Dec 2012 8:47pm
30th Dec 2012 8:47pm
Out of Habit
They meet in a bar young handsome slim him
Slender tender fair her
Gorgeous eyes long slim thighs
Lovely arse makeup sparse
He tall athletic large trouser bulge
She looks lusty eager to indulge
They drink they wink and never shrink
From touching the other as unsubtly they flirt
Her hand sliding inside his shirt
So what do you do Mary Jane?
Oh mine’s a sort of large organisation
Been around since the dawn of creation
But please don’t spoil the night right?
My leisure time...
Slender tender fair her
Gorgeous eyes long slim thighs
Lovely arse makeup sparse
He tall athletic large trouser bulge
She looks lusty eager to indulge
They drink they wink and never shrink
From touching the other as unsubtly they flirt
Her hand sliding inside his shirt
So what do you do Mary Jane?
Oh mine’s a sort of large organisation
Been around since the dawn of creation
But please don’t spoil the night right?
My leisure time...
820 reads
9 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Dec 2012 3:22pm
29th Dec 2012 3:22pm
Libya 1969
I’ll be home soon to my new born daughter,
To my wife, my life
Three days to go end of desert exercise
A brief camp in Timimi on the beach
Three days rest, swimming, eat the best,
Old wreck washed up on the rocks
We use it as target practice
For the last of our ammunition
Bad decision
Helicopter flies in flinging sand into everyone’s dinner
Christ he could have landed further away, prick!
What a shitty trick
Officer runs over pack up were moving out
Back to El Adam airfield there’s been a coupe
So what’s our position?
Don’t...
To my wife, my life
Three days to go end of desert exercise
A brief camp in Timimi on the beach
Three days rest, swimming, eat the best,
Old wreck washed up on the rocks
We use it as target practice
For the last of our ammunition
Bad decision
Helicopter flies in flinging sand into everyone’s dinner
Christ he could have landed further away, prick!
What a shitty trick
Officer runs over pack up were moving out
Back to El Adam airfield there’s been a coupe
So what’s our position?
Don’t...
768 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
29th Dec 2012 2:10pm
29th Dec 2012 2:10pm
Insane
Whoosh thud! Whoosh Thud
Rivers of blood, red blood
On the banks of the in-Siene
Again and again
Instantly causing and ending pain
More! More they roar
The unholy mob
As madam guillotine does her job
Rivers of blood, red blood
On the banks of the in-Siene
Again and again
Instantly causing and ending pain
More! More they roar
The unholy mob
As madam guillotine does her job
677 reads
5 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
25th Dec 2012 6:44am
25th Dec 2012 6:44am
Our Glorious Dead (They said)
To Our Glorious Dead, the monument said
Bollox!
What’s so glorious about being dead?
A bayonet up the arse or a bullet in the head
Would you change places then?
If so, when?
Political prick you make me sick
Forward you men have no fear
Whilst I stay safely over here
Far, far away from the pointless war
I lied and deceived for.
Oh great, can’t wait!
Don’t count the wounded or dead,
Our cause is just
Forward, soldiers, in God we trust
It’s the way to win, just forge ahead
...
Bollox!
What’s so glorious about being dead?
A bayonet up the arse or a bullet in the head
Would you change places then?
If so, when?
Political prick you make me sick
Forward you men have no fear
Whilst I stay safely over here
Far, far away from the pointless war
I lied and deceived for.
Oh great, can’t wait!
Don’t count the wounded or dead,
Our cause is just
Forward, soldiers, in God we trust
It’s the way to win, just forge ahead
...
955 reads
7 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
24th Dec 2012 5:25pm
24th Dec 2012 5:25pm
A Small Forgotten War
Sitting in the huge steel warship, collect your pay book write your will
On the page provided you will be guided
Write my will? I feel a chill maybe I’ll be killed?
Of course I’ve seen the page before
Never really thought about what it was for
Sitting in the mess hall all are quiet lost in thought
Writing brief notes hoping they'll never be posted
Dear mum and dad if you’re reading this I’ll not be coming home...
Every man of us now alone
What have I got to leave anybody except my body?
The dubious legacy of briefly knowing me?
Sergeant...
On the page provided you will be guided
Write my will? I feel a chill maybe I’ll be killed?
Of course I’ve seen the page before
Never really thought about what it was for
Sitting in the mess hall all are quiet lost in thought
Writing brief notes hoping they'll never be posted
Dear mum and dad if you’re reading this I’ll not be coming home...
Every man of us now alone
What have I got to leave anybody except my body?
The dubious legacy of briefly knowing me?
Sergeant...
808 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Dec 2012 11:49pm
22nd Dec 2012 11:49pm
Romping Richard Head
Hi it’s nearly Christmas at time for levity and jollity laughter and frivolity so here you are then:
Richard Head a working lad,
Got a job for which he’s glad
Cleaning windows to earn a pound,
He’d several girlfriends on his round.
One day whilst cleaning up on high,
A gorgeous housewife he did spy,
Reclining in a sexy pose,
She wasn’t wearing any clothes,
In her window he did climb,
Then they both had a torrid time,
And whilst with pleasure she did weep,
Richard simply went to sleep,
With a nasty start our lad awoke ,...
Richard Head a working lad,
Got a job for which he’s glad
Cleaning windows to earn a pound,
He’d several girlfriends on his round.
One day whilst cleaning up on high,
A gorgeous housewife he did spy,
Reclining in a sexy pose,
She wasn’t wearing any clothes,
In her window he did climb,
Then they both had a torrid time,
And whilst with pleasure she did weep,
Richard simply went to sleep,
With a nasty start our lad awoke ,...
700 reads
6 Comments
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