Submissions by dartford (Paul S...)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
writing poetry doesn't make me a poet, who hasn't written poetry at some time or other...
just his pint of view
the old bloke in the pub shrugs
and says it’s over
time things might
get better,
but probably not,
as you get older, he says
and says it’s over
time things might
get better,
but probably not,
as you get older, he says
#aging
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thinking I’ll miss dup
about to abandon ship
before it sinks beneath the
waves
goodbye and carries on
drinking, I admit
I could tell you
some stories I’ll no longer be able to
submit
before it sinks beneath the
waves
goodbye and carries on
drinking, I admit
I could tell you
some stories I’ll no longer be able to
submit
#LifeChangingMoment
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reading in the pub
saw you sitting alone here
with a book and a pint
and I thought you might need a friend
would know better
than to interrupt ..
with a book and a pint
and I thought you might need a friend
would know better
than to interrupt ..
#alcohol
#reading
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the ferry crossing
it was on board that
I was passed
a note, obviously meant for
somebody else,
inviting me back to
their cabin for
“a large scotch, barman,”
I said,
I liked drinking by
myself ..
I was passed
a note, obviously meant for
somebody else,
inviting me back to
their cabin for
“a large scotch, barman,”
I said,
I liked drinking by
myself ..
#ignorance
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just an old romantic
wearily picked up my pen
and copied into a notebook another
poem soon to
disappear from the internet
it’s my own fault, of course, that out of
five thousand or so
I fell in love with a couple I’d written,
the rest I’ll forget
and copied into a notebook another
poem soon to
disappear from the internet
it’s my own fault, of course, that out of
five thousand or so
I fell in love with a couple I’d written,
the rest I’ll forget
#WritingPoetry
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the george inn
a sunday roast down the george
is when I’m at my most
garrulous
my voice can be heard
above the clashing
of cutlery and the toasting with glasses
my word! I’m sure they’ve put beer
in this gravy!
is when I’m at my most
garrulous
my voice can be heard
above the clashing
of cutlery and the toasting with glasses
my word! I’m sure they’ve put beer
in this gravy!
#alcohol
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annoying
I’m on a train,
it might be
the trans siberian railway
or it might be
the orient express,
but the point is ten minutes ago
I was at home, reading
in bed
it might be
the trans siberian railway
or it might be
the orient express,
but the point is ten minutes ago
I was at home, reading
in bed
#dreams
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one can only imagine
the bright lights
of the city
are for those who prefer to walk
the night
not for those
who wish only
to stay at home, half asleep
in the dark
of the city
are for those who prefer to walk
the night
not for those
who wish only
to stay at home, half asleep
in the dark
#home
#ignorance
#nightmares
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america’s changed
thomas paine’s rights of man
on the bus says
what the f*ck are you reading that for ..
on the bus says
what the f*ck are you reading that for ..
#America
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luddite
a sunny day
when
I broke up
the laptop and
picked up a
pen
when
I broke up
the laptop and
picked up a
pen
#nature
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city grows younger as I grow older
city used to smell of smoke
and cars, but now the air is full
of fake smiles
emanating from phones
that one no longer
dials: and yes, the
young are still beautiful, but they
have their own scars ..
and cars, but now the air is full
of fake smiles
emanating from phones
that one no longer
dials: and yes, the
young are still beautiful, but they
have their own scars ..
#city
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apocalypse
everything has to come to an end
but does it have to be
on a friday
we have fish and chips
but does it have to be
on a friday
we have fish and chips
#love
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