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. ;-)
SELF POEM
Published
26th Nov 2012 9:53pm
26th Nov 2012 9:53pm
Repentance
So I pray and say god relieve me of this mortal pain
Ease my conscience pangs for those with whom I’ve lain
Their spirits if not their bodies slain
Those loving souls that I’ve ill-used
Promising them my all
Held them in my thrall
Then left them only ashes of my lust
To reward their honesty and trust
I threw their gifts of love in their faces jeering
Considering only my shallow satisfaction sneering
Time has stolen my youthful appeal now at last I feel
For those maidens who thought I was real
This seducer of innocents
Now repents
Ease my conscience pangs for those with whom I’ve lain
Their spirits if not their bodies slain
Those loving souls that I’ve ill-used
Promising them my all
Held them in my thrall
Then left them only ashes of my lust
To reward their honesty and trust
I threw their gifts of love in their faces jeering
Considering only my shallow satisfaction sneering
Time has stolen my youthful appeal now at last I feel
For those maidens who thought I was real
This seducer of innocents
Now repents
654 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Nov 2012 11:23pm
25th Nov 2012 11:23pm
The Secret Life of Sally Snott
690 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
24th Nov 2012 4:58pm
24th Nov 2012 4:58pm
Daddy's Home
Daddy’s home with a drunken roar
Calling mummy a filthy whore
Strikes her head against the wall
Child aghast watches her fall
Please daddy no the youngster cries
As vainly mummy try’s to rise
The little girl is only ten
She's seen this time and time again
Daddy please just stop and think
It’s only ‘cos you’ve had a drink
Child is slapped and thrust aside
Leave her alone the mother cried
Renewed fury at his wife
Swears one day he’ll take her life
It’s payday, Friday night again
Most weeks the pattern's...
Calling mummy a filthy whore
Strikes her head against the wall
Child aghast watches her fall
Please daddy no the youngster cries
As vainly mummy try’s to rise
The little girl is only ten
She's seen this time and time again
Daddy please just stop and think
It’s only ‘cos you’ve had a drink
Child is slapped and thrust aside
Leave her alone the mother cried
Renewed fury at his wife
Swears one day he’ll take her life
It’s payday, Friday night again
Most weeks the pattern's...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Nov 2012 4:42pm
23rd Nov 2012 4:42pm
Me Owd Aunt Bid
She was just the lady who looked after me when I came home from school,
But I had to call her auntie for respect was then the rule,
A Dublin woman so she was and fiercely proud she of it,
She loved everybody’s children but never would admit,
That she was sad because she had no children of her own,
Her husband went to war you see and never made it home,
“Have you done your homework boy? She’d ask with a face so stern,
“If you’re ever to amount to much you’ve got an awful lot to learn,”
I couldn’t kid owd aunty Bid for she could read my mind,
God...
But I had to call her auntie for respect was then the rule,
A Dublin woman so she was and fiercely proud she of it,
She loved everybody’s children but never would admit,
That she was sad because she had no children of her own,
Her husband went to war you see and never made it home,
“Have you done your homework boy? She’d ask with a face so stern,
“If you’re ever to amount to much you’ve got an awful lot to learn,”
I couldn’t kid owd aunty Bid for she could read my mind,
God...
816 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
19th Nov 2012 00:06am
19th Nov 2012 00:06am
Aged Love
And you my love, now that age and infirmity
Has dampened physical expression of our love
Still show your truth in small gentle ways
Filling my days
With the warmth of your devotion
“No you sit there, stay in your chair I’ll do it”
It’s against my wishes but I let you
Because you want to
Bringing my morning tea you stroke my head
Planting on its silvering crown a kiss,
Token unspoken of your deep affection
Setting the mirrors of my memory to reflection
Our lives run together like twin rivers ...
Has dampened physical expression of our love
Still show your truth in small gentle ways
Filling my days
With the warmth of your devotion
“No you sit there, stay in your chair I’ll do it”
It’s against my wishes but I let you
Because you want to
Bringing my morning tea you stroke my head
Planting on its silvering crown a kiss,
Token unspoken of your deep affection
Setting the mirrors of my memory to reflection
Our lives run together like twin rivers ...
750 reads
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
18th Nov 2012 10:07pm
18th Nov 2012 10:07pm
Nuts to You
The inspiration for this story came from a joke I was told years ago so if the theme sounds familiar my apologies.
Old Tom lived alone but was not lonely. His eighty six years had slowed him in body and to some degree in mind also. In the sheltered accommodation in which he lived he was loved by the other residents for his unceasing helpfulness, cheerfulness and generous disposition. He was an old world gentleman of the best sort.
Tom's warm smile was marred however by a severe lack of teeth even the ones he did possess were just age blackened stumps jutting at improbable...
Old Tom lived alone but was not lonely. His eighty six years had slowed him in body and to some degree in mind also. In the sheltered accommodation in which he lived he was loved by the other residents for his unceasing helpfulness, cheerfulness and generous disposition. He was an old world gentleman of the best sort.
Tom's warm smile was marred however by a severe lack of teeth even the ones he did possess were just age blackened stumps jutting at improbable...
879 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Nov 2012 7:40pm
16th Nov 2012 7:40pm
Love's Labour's Lost (Him & Her)
671 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Nov 2012 4:48pm
15th Nov 2012 4:48pm
Ode To Jules (My best friend)
657 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Nov 2012 4:29pm
15th Nov 2012 4:29pm
The Bishop's Conference
Come gather all ye clergy, come from far and near,
Come ye and stand in conference a bollocking to hear,
For I am told you’re antics are causing grave concern,
You’re shagging your parishioners for which in hell you’ll burn.
The clergy gathered solemnly the bishop to attend,
For if he did insist on it their ways they’d have to mend,
They stood in semi circle the bishop sat before,
His little page beside him roared “Shut that fuckin’ door!”
The door slammed shut and silence fell stern looks were all about,
The bishop stood up suddenly and gave a...
Come ye and stand in conference a bollocking to hear,
For I am told you’re antics are causing grave concern,
You’re shagging your parishioners for which in hell you’ll burn.
The clergy gathered solemnly the bishop to attend,
For if he did insist on it their ways they’d have to mend,
They stood in semi circle the bishop sat before,
His little page beside him roared “Shut that fuckin’ door!”
The door slammed shut and silence fell stern looks were all about,
The bishop stood up suddenly and gave a...
654 reads
0 Comments
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