Submissions by cooky
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
27th Feb 2012 4:34pm
27th Feb 2012 4:34pm
This Immortal Love
Hiding within the feathers of an angels wing
My love waits, shy to the world
Content to fly, never wanting to stay
Until I met you
I have traded immortality for your kiss
A mortal kiss soft, moist, like the birth of a rainbow,
Leaving me with no fear
My sacrifice to love,
But love is a feast
And illusions dance in its shadow
And temptation has a price
For my angel danced with destiny
Now I stand on the precipice alone
An outcast from heaven
With broken wings that can fly no more
my dreams lay in the...
My love waits, shy to the world
Content to fly, never wanting to stay
Until I met you
I have traded immortality for your kiss
A mortal kiss soft, moist, like the birth of a rainbow,
Leaving me with no fear
My sacrifice to love,
But love is a feast
And illusions dance in its shadow
And temptation has a price
For my angel danced with destiny
Now I stand on the precipice alone
An outcast from heaven
With broken wings that can fly no more
my dreams lay in the...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Feb 2012 12:21pm
7th Feb 2012 12:21pm
A snowflake passed this way
Fragile is the mind
That dares not to dream
Lost is the face that has forgot to smile
Blind is the man who cannot cry
For life is lost when we fear to die
Too busy to smell the rain
Too noisy to hear a snowflake land
Too deaf to hear another’s call
Sit in the wings and stop a moment
Ride the phoenix above these turbulent sorrows
And listen, to your voice
For Where there is good
The garden of the soul exists
And the bee of the spirit flourishes
But beyond your conscience lives evil
Waiting to enter by indifference door...
That dares not to dream
Lost is the face that has forgot to smile
Blind is the man who cannot cry
For life is lost when we fear to die
Too busy to smell the rain
Too noisy to hear a snowflake land
Too deaf to hear another’s call
Sit in the wings and stop a moment
Ride the phoenix above these turbulent sorrows
And listen, to your voice
For Where there is good
The garden of the soul exists
And the bee of the spirit flourishes
But beyond your conscience lives evil
Waiting to enter by indifference door...
762 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
1st Feb 2012 7:40pm
1st Feb 2012 7:40pm
Ghosts of War
Within the fog of did you see?
An old woman, made up to the nines
Can be seen in the corner of the non-believers eye
Purse in hand and a glass of wine
Waiting for a lover who never comes
Just shadows on the wall
Whispering names, through
Spiders silk, the inheritors
Of this forgotten, debutants ball
While Portraits glare at vacant laughter
An echoed waltz swirls
The embrace of loves decay,
Images now jailed within the Crystal shards
Of a fallen chandelier
A tear of Woman wears mourning face well,
This vigil Mask...
An old woman, made up to the nines
Can be seen in the corner of the non-believers eye
Purse in hand and a glass of wine
Waiting for a lover who never comes
Just shadows on the wall
Whispering names, through
Spiders silk, the inheritors
Of this forgotten, debutants ball
While Portraits glare at vacant laughter
An echoed waltz swirls
The embrace of loves decay,
Images now jailed within the Crystal shards
Of a fallen chandelier
A tear of Woman wears mourning face well,
This vigil Mask...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Jan 2012 11:02pm
17th Jan 2012 11:02pm
Revised version Enslavement of a lesser being
Freedom won on a distant battlefield
Gallant words to remember them by
Unspoken tears for the old to cry,
A game for the young to play
Never a thought for freedoms way
.
For tyrants are easy to spot
Peaceful takeovers not,
Look through the haze
.
For when wheat replaces the meadows
The birds have no home
When forests are felled,
Extinction will come
You are a commodity,
For globalisation has won
.
When TV calls caressing your soul
With the next discount, and
“Yes its free fitting”
Without a...
Gallant words to remember them by
Unspoken tears for the old to cry,
A game for the young to play
Never a thought for freedoms way
.
For tyrants are easy to spot
Peaceful takeovers not,
Look through the haze
.
For when wheat replaces the meadows
The birds have no home
When forests are felled,
Extinction will come
You are a commodity,
For globalisation has won
.
When TV calls caressing your soul
With the next discount, and
“Yes its free fitting”
Without a...
577 reads
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Jan 2012 5:40pm
16th Jan 2012 5:40pm
The Humble Pen
What dreams we have
We share with the pen.
What love we find,
We share with the pen.
What happiness we find,
We share with the pen.
When our soul bleeds,
We find solace in the pen.
When our hearts are broken,
We find comfort in the pen.
When all hope is lost,
We find salvation in the pen.
And when we leave this mortal coil
We will leave the pen,
For our Children to pick up.
For the pen, is a rainbow,
For our dreams, hopes and fears
Where the heart and soul has a voice
Where love resides for your fellow man,...
We share with the pen.
What love we find,
We share with the pen.
What happiness we find,
We share with the pen.
When our soul bleeds,
We find solace in the pen.
When our hearts are broken,
We find comfort in the pen.
When all hope is lost,
We find salvation in the pen.
And when we leave this mortal coil
We will leave the pen,
For our Children to pick up.
For the pen, is a rainbow,
For our dreams, hopes and fears
Where the heart and soul has a voice
Where love resides for your fellow man,...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Jan 2012 12:03pm
15th Jan 2012 12:03pm
The Stranger Within
As the sun goes down
The feral cat’s prowl
Looking for mice, searching for rats
In the alley, bins full of out of date
And yesterday’s wrapping.
A tribute to Consumerisms detritus
On the ground a smiling face
Colonel Sanders, blocking a stagnant drain
Slowly freezing as the frost descends
And up above the stars shine their scorn, upstaged
By the moon seeking to unveil
The cities vermin
Residents of the night.
The thief fox, screeches’ his indifference
At the stray dog, licking the remnants of last night’s kebab
And in the...
The feral cat’s prowl
Looking for mice, searching for rats
In the alley, bins full of out of date
And yesterday’s wrapping.
A tribute to Consumerisms detritus
On the ground a smiling face
Colonel Sanders, blocking a stagnant drain
Slowly freezing as the frost descends
And up above the stars shine their scorn, upstaged
By the moon seeking to unveil
The cities vermin
Residents of the night.
The thief fox, screeches’ his indifference
At the stray dog, licking the remnants of last night’s kebab
And in the...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Jan 2012 11:04am
14th Jan 2012 11:04am
Betrayal of Love
He cares not for conversation,
Though he moans all day
He is not handsome,
Yet beauty will seek him
He cares not for any one lover,
For he loves them all
My friend is ungainly,
And children run from him.
He cares not for broken hearts,
Or for poets dreams,
Though their pen would be silent, without him
His manners are questionable,
For he takes all, without asking
And they cannot refuse.
He grows fat from their offers,
But he always craves more,
For his lovers cannot resist,
The secret our lover keeps.
They...
Though he moans all day
He is not handsome,
Yet beauty will seek him
He cares not for any one lover,
For he loves them all
My friend is ungainly,
And children run from him.
He cares not for broken hearts,
Or for poets dreams,
Though their pen would be silent, without him
His manners are questionable,
For he takes all, without asking
And they cannot refuse.
He grows fat from their offers,
But he always craves more,
For his lovers cannot resist,
The secret our lover keeps.
They...
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DARK POEM
Published
13th Jan 2012 8:36pm
13th Jan 2012 8:36pm
An Interview with Sin
As the moon argues with clouds in winter’s tormented sky
A frail life lingers in the shadows
Waiting for deaths hello
To ride the waters of dawn
On a black majestic funeral swan.
.
Through frosted windows,
A whispered presence
Drifts into mortal conscience
Mirrored in dancing apparitions,
Around the candles flicker.
A voice that is familiar
Yet distant in the memory
In the Rocking chair a figure
Speaking, plumes of mist
Looking from a dark abyss
Where once there was a face,
The scratching of a Quill,
Writing,...
A frail life lingers in the shadows
Waiting for deaths hello
To ride the waters of dawn
On a black majestic funeral swan.
.
Through frosted windows,
A whispered presence
Drifts into mortal conscience
Mirrored in dancing apparitions,
Around the candles flicker.
A voice that is familiar
Yet distant in the memory
In the Rocking chair a figure
Speaking, plumes of mist
Looking from a dark abyss
Where once there was a face,
The scratching of a Quill,
Writing,...
678 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
13th Jan 2012 2:17pm
13th Jan 2012 2:17pm
Morning Blues of London
I see reflections in the window,
My coffee, my only friend.
Waiting for my journey to begin.
My suitcase, my only possession
Yesterday’s clothes, yesterday’s photos
Yesterday’s dreams, all packed neatly for yesterday’s man
The whistle, slowly we move off
Leaving yesterday life
As I ponder through my window,
I hear the track mocking,
“It’s all your fault”, “it’s all your fault”, “it’s all your fault”
No peace for yesterday man
We pass fields of lavender, a reminder of when love was sweet
I see fields of barley, and hay bales...
My coffee, my only friend.
Waiting for my journey to begin.
My suitcase, my only possession
Yesterday’s clothes, yesterday’s photos
Yesterday’s dreams, all packed neatly for yesterday’s man
The whistle, slowly we move off
Leaving yesterday life
As I ponder through my window,
I hear the track mocking,
“It’s all your fault”, “it’s all your fault”, “it’s all your fault”
No peace for yesterday man
We pass fields of lavender, a reminder of when love was sweet
I see fields of barley, and hay bales...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Jan 2012 4:44pm
12th Jan 2012 4:44pm
Old Bill
Old Bill died today
He was a grumpy old sod said Mrs. Grey.
Fool thought me,
For you do not know what memory is
He was a decorated soldier who,
Courted beautiful women
Argued with royalty
And dined with the Aga khan
For Oscar Wilde and Keats was his tipple
But women cheated him
And his money cheated him.
And finally time cheated him
All gone now,
Just silence echoed by a distant memory,
Interrupted by Coronation Street, and East Enders
Is this the legacy of modern Life.
For Bill, all that is left is the shell...
He was a grumpy old sod said Mrs. Grey.
Fool thought me,
For you do not know what memory is
He was a decorated soldier who,
Courted beautiful women
Argued with royalty
And dined with the Aga khan
For Oscar Wilde and Keats was his tipple
But women cheated him
And his money cheated him.
And finally time cheated him
All gone now,
Just silence echoed by a distant memory,
Interrupted by Coronation Street, and East Enders
Is this the legacy of modern Life.
For Bill, all that is left is the shell...
611 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Jan 2012 8:12pm
10th Jan 2012 8:12pm
Made In sheffield
Its Early Morning, a mist descends into the valley.
Not a Mist, from some love poem, but a fog forged in graft.
No sun shines here, for there is no welcome.
For here lies the Crucible of the World,
No bird song, only furnace dust,
And a dead river.
For this is Sheffield Steel.
The grime covered buses arrive for Morning shift,
Windows grey with smoke,
For breakfast, Woodbines and Senior Service,
A dripping crust and a flask of tea or two.
One by one, they descend,
A goliath of manhood,
Raw Power, Natures finest creation
An elephant...
Not a Mist, from some love poem, but a fog forged in graft.
No sun shines here, for there is no welcome.
For here lies the Crucible of the World,
No bird song, only furnace dust,
And a dead river.
For this is Sheffield Steel.
The grime covered buses arrive for Morning shift,
Windows grey with smoke,
For breakfast, Woodbines and Senior Service,
A dripping crust and a flask of tea or two.
One by one, they descend,
A goliath of manhood,
Raw Power, Natures finest creation
An elephant...
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STORY POEM
Published
9th Jan 2012 5:33pm
9th Jan 2012 5:33pm
The Execution of Romeo
They came in the depths of sleep
Dream eaters to plague my darkness
Troll whisperers taunting my love
Their poison running through my veins
My soul in chains and on trial
I plead to the jury for love
I plead again only silence
The voice of love, lost in a sinners scream
In the balcony weeping angels,
Rain teardrops of salt onto my bleeding arms
In this dark nether world
I see the cold light of a distant star
The last refuge of my dying soul
My only comfort in this realm of Fear
Phantoms sit at my table to deliberate...
Dream eaters to plague my darkness
Troll whisperers taunting my love
Their poison running through my veins
My soul in chains and on trial
I plead to the jury for love
I plead again only silence
The voice of love, lost in a sinners scream
In the balcony weeping angels,
Rain teardrops of salt onto my bleeding arms
In this dark nether world
I see the cold light of a distant star
The last refuge of my dying soul
My only comfort in this realm of Fear
Phantoms sit at my table to deliberate...
672 reads
1 Comment
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