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...
summer of '77
I used to
stroll bare
footed along
the kings road,
black v-neck
sweater,
blue jeans,
otherwise
unclothed
...
looking
back, thanks
for not
stepping on
my toes...
stroll bare
footed along
the kings road,
black v-neck
sweater,
blue jeans,
otherwise
unclothed
...
looking
back, thanks
for not
stepping on
my toes...
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oh the bleedin' banter...
it was late
the taxi driver
asked me
where I wanted
to go
I said just
take me home
he said
I don't think
the wife would
like it...
the taxi driver
asked me
where I wanted
to go
I said just
take me home
he said
I don't think
the wife would
like it...
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7 Comments
and after a night out
we went back to her place -
there was a rabbit in the window...
I said look at that
there's a rabbit in the
window -
I mean you don't see that
very often, do you -
not a rabbit in
the window, I mean...
look at that -
she said
it's a
cat...
there was a rabbit in the window...
I said look at that
there's a rabbit in the
window -
I mean you don't see that
very often, do you -
not a rabbit in
the window, I mean...
look at that -
she said
it's a
cat...
618 reads
7 Comments
Bath Abbey revisited...
light
is the lilt
of a flute
at dusk
in a quiet
square...
is the lilt
of a flute
at dusk
in a quiet
square...
635 reads
10 Comments
depends on one's position...
we spent the afternoon
in the portrait gallery
she said one day your
picture will hang here
I said oh no surely not
it would look so much
better over there...
in the portrait gallery
she said one day your
picture will hang here
I said oh no surely not
it would look so much
better over there...
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14 Comments
my trusty desk...
I love my desk
it doesn't lock
and yet I trust it
will not talk
I love my desk
it's made of wood
and keeps my secrets
like a good
desk
should...
it doesn't lock
and yet I trust it
will not talk
I love my desk
it's made of wood
and keeps my secrets
like a good
desk
should...
835 reads
12 Comments
I can't forget her
in that little black dress
and those tights and
that kiss
and oh never
were nights ever better
than this...
and those tights and
that kiss
and oh never
were nights ever better
than this...
726 reads
16 Comments
but I didn't
I watched her walk away
I didn't know what to say
I wanted to call her back
but I didn't
really...
I didn't know what to say
I wanted to call her back
but I didn't
really...
596 reads
4 Comments
the missionary position...
a woman at the door
gave me a leaflet
about jesus
fair's fair, I gave
her one of
my poems
I thought
that'll
teach her...
gave me a leaflet
about jesus
fair's fair, I gave
her one of
my poems
I thought
that'll
teach her...
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14 Comments
always waiting for something to happen...
this morning I'm going to stay in bed
until I've decided what to do with the rest
of my life
I don't know how long I'll be here
but I'm not getting up until something
occurs to me...
until I've decided what to do with the rest
of my life
I don't know how long I'll be here
but I'm not getting up until something
occurs to me...
726 reads
8 Comments
I knew I wasn't imagining it...
we were sitting in the railway carriage
it seemed to me that the bloke sitting opposite
kept staring
I asked if there was anything wrong
you said the bloke sitting opposite
keeps staring
I thought well that's
alright then...
it seemed to me that the bloke sitting opposite
kept staring
I asked if there was anything wrong
you said the bloke sitting opposite
keeps staring
I thought well that's
alright then...
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6 Comments
not cleopatra, then...
I asked her, if you
could be anyone else,
who would you be...
she said oh, I'd be
you, so I could hang out
with me...
could be anyone else,
who would you be...
she said oh, I'd be
you, so I could hang out
with me...
624 reads
12 Comments
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