Submissions by dartford (Paul S...)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
Yesterday 1:44am
Yesterday 1:44am
my mistake
he dropped his plate and it smashed on the floor. “seven years bad luck,” she says.
he says, “no, that’s a
mirror.” she says, “no, that
was definitely a plate.”
he says, “no, that’s a
mirror.” she says, “no, that
was definitely a plate.”
#love
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
Yesterday 00:07am
Yesterday 00:07am
hey, wayne ..
her ladyship is in the drawing room, sir,” said the obviously inebriated butler to the detective
inspector, “giving a rough sketch of the case to one of your constables. yes, sir, I recognised
the corpse; I said ‘hay wain!’ when
I saw him, but I get the picture. her ladyship’s been framed ..”
inspector, “giving a rough sketch of the case to one of your constables. yes, sir, I recognised
the corpse; I said ‘hay wain!’ when
I saw him, but I get the picture. her ladyship’s been framed ..”
#ShortStory
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Jan 2022 00:15am
14th Jan 2022 00:15am
a secretive kid
he was suspected of
being a
spy for an enemy power, but to his mother he was
simply gerald,
and she said, “never you
mind what
he did ..”
being a
spy for an enemy power, but to his mother he was
simply gerald,
and she said, “never you
mind what
he did ..”
#love
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Jan 2022 7:13pm
13th Jan 2022 7:13pm
surreal it has to be correct
bloke sits in the pub
drinking fish finger sandwiches;
eating beer,
wearing gloves
drinking fish finger sandwiches;
eating beer,
wearing gloves
#WritingPoetry
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Jan 2022 1:24am
13th Jan 2022 1:24am
the chap next door
if reincarnation is a thing I hope
I don’t come back as “me again,” he said, “I’m sorry to bother you,” says the bloody old bore
I don’t come back as “me again,” he said, “I’m sorry to bother you,” says the bloody old bore
#dragons
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Jan 2022 00:03am
13th Jan 2022 00:03am
but death is hell
one day soon I’ll die, I don’t want to die, I’ve never wanted to be without you I couldn’t live, but the thought of dying without you as well ..
#death
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Jan 2022 00:13am
12th Jan 2022 00:13am
a suffocating poem
very possibly it was suicide, yet
I find it strange there’s no note,” the inspector replied. “sir, it’s most likely to be found in his throat ..”
I find it strange there’s no note,” the inspector replied. “sir, it’s most likely to be found in his throat ..”
#fiction
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Jan 2022 11:28pm
11th Jan 2022 11:28pm
the chap
was picked up trying to board
a train to france from ashford in kent. “I just have to get away,”
he said. I knew what he meant.
a train to france from ashford in kent. “I just have to get away,”
he said. I knew what he meant.
#FeelingTrapped
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Jan 2022 00:06am
11th Jan 2022 00:06am
two’s company, three’s a conspiracy
the mob has always been
infected by ‘influencers’, be it eighteenth century pamphleteers or modern day online manipulators;
it’s been going on for years ..
infected by ‘influencers’, be it eighteenth century pamphleteers or modern day online manipulators;
it’s been going on for years ..
#unicorns
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Jan 2022 00:11am
10th Jan 2022 00:11am
breakfast
the smell of bacon gets me
up in the morning,
only to discover an unwashed frying pan
up in the morning,
only to discover an unwashed frying pan
#morning
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Jan 2022 00:49am
9th Jan 2022 00:49am
and years later
vera, yes I fancied
your sister.
being thirteen I fancied anyone
in tights, but no, I never
kissed her ..
your sister.
being thirteen I fancied anyone
in tights, but no, I never
kissed her ..
#nostalgia
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Jan 2022 00:22am
9th Jan 2022 00:22am
he hears ..
she yells up the stairs, “paul!
it’s time to get up!”
up to what, I groan, pulling the blanket over my ears
it’s time to get up!”
up to what, I groan, pulling the blanket over my ears
#morning
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