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...
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Jun 2013 00:26am
26th Jun 2013 00:26am
He meets her for coffee and thinks
We sit and drink coffee and
chat,
but only of this and that...
Oh God, I could
do with a scotch!
and then, just watch!
the things I could do
and say!
but we just drink coffee
today...
chat,
but only of this and that...
Oh God, I could
do with a scotch!
and then, just watch!
the things I could do
and say!
but we just drink coffee
today...
799 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Jun 2013 10:50pm
25th Jun 2013 10:50pm
REGARDLESS
I looked across the room
at you and thought,
if I could give you three wishes
would I be in any of them?
- - - - - - - - - -
and doubting it, I would
give them to you, regardless...
at you and thought,
if I could give you three wishes
would I be in any of them?
- - - - - - - - - -
and doubting it, I would
give them to you, regardless...
746 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Jun 2013 11:35pm
24th Jun 2013 11:35pm
HE THINKS OF DEBTS
he thinks of debts
he can't repay
and then forgets
and drifts away
to linger where
his love will lay
(regardless there
of how he'll pay)
he can't repay
and then forgets
and drifts away
to linger where
his love will lay
(regardless there
of how he'll pay)
893 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Jun 2013 10:30pm
24th Jun 2013 10:30pm
MENTAL BLOCK
Skilled archaeologists, no less,
Roped together, picks & shovels
Discarded in their nervousness,
Failed to excavate my tunnels...
I am this guy's disfigurement.
I am his buried memory.
And being better lost I meant
To frustrate their psychiatry.
Roped together, picks & shovels
Discarded in their nervousness,
Failed to excavate my tunnels...
I am this guy's disfigurement.
I am his buried memory.
And being better lost I meant
To frustrate their psychiatry.
777 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Jun 2013 11:15pm
23rd Jun 2013 11:15pm
PHANTASY IN SEA GREEN
a squadron of crabs
Comes slowly over the sand
causing panic in the trenches
of the lug worms
who are dug in
"where's the air support
they promised us?"
cries the chief petty bait
"the gulls?"
Comes slowly over the sand
causing panic in the trenches
of the lug worms
who are dug in
"where's the air support
they promised us?"
cries the chief petty bait
"the gulls?"
760 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Jun 2013 10:47pm
23rd Jun 2013 10:47pm
CLUBBIN' (You Looked Beautiful)
you wore a black dress, which shone
where it pressed against your skin
where it danced with a rhythmn
that was sensuous as film
amidst the haze & the scotch
and the flashing lights I watched
the silhouette of your thighs
drifting through the noise...
where it pressed against your skin
where it danced with a rhythmn
that was sensuous as film
amidst the haze & the scotch
and the flashing lights I watched
the silhouette of your thighs
drifting through the noise...
776 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2013 11:45pm
22nd Jun 2013 11:45pm
EARLY MORNING WOMAN
I always admired the way you looked tired
at 7am...
the ones who look smart at the start
of a day,
I never liked them.
your hair was a mess & I loved your creased dress
with it's uneven hem...
the cracks on your face had a beautiful grace
which softened the place
at 7am.
at 7am...
the ones who look smart at the start
of a day,
I never liked them.
your hair was a mess & I loved your creased dress
with it's uneven hem...
the cracks on your face had a beautiful grace
which softened the place
at 7am.
642 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2013 11:12pm
22nd Jun 2013 11:12pm
on her second day out of the hospital...
scabby pigeons limp
five floors below
her balcony
woolwich dockyard sinks
beneath their weight
platforms creak
ahead, another
block of flats
grey as clouds
"take me back
to the ward"
she asks
"take me back"
five floors below
her balcony
woolwich dockyard sinks
beneath their weight
platforms creak
ahead, another
block of flats
grey as clouds
"take me back
to the ward"
she asks
"take me back"
695 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2013 00:17am
22nd Jun 2013 00:17am
SMOKER BROKEN HEARTED
he was
choked
choked
731 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Jun 2013 11:42pm
21st Jun 2013 11:42pm
SMOKER IN LOVE
he lit up
at the sight
of her
at the sight
of her
733 reads
6 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Jun 2013 11:32pm
20th Jun 2013 11:32pm
THERE PROBABLY ARE
You wish there were really elves
And faeries and enchanted woods
And magical things in the mist
Somewhere beyond the high street
But you know that there aren't,
Don't you - no of course you don't
You don't know any such thing -
Except that there probably are.
And faeries and enchanted woods
And magical things in the mist
Somewhere beyond the high street
But you know that there aren't,
Don't you - no of course you don't
You don't know any such thing -
Except that there probably are.
733 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Jun 2013 10:37pm
20th Jun 2013 10:37pm
"Pigeon Post"
Why don't the people in this city like us?
It isn't us, they just don't like pigeons in general.
They say we crap everywhere.
Isn't that an urban myth?
Actually, no. We do crap everywhere.
Isn't that natural? Where do they do it, then?
I don't know; I'm not sure people do crap. I tend
to think that they regurgitate, like owls, only instead
of bringing up pellets they deposit their stuff in
paper bags or plastic containers, which they vomit
onto the pavement.
That's pretty clever.
It's the clever bigots that...
It isn't us, they just don't like pigeons in general.
They say we crap everywhere.
Isn't that an urban myth?
Actually, no. We do crap everywhere.
Isn't that natural? Where do they do it, then?
I don't know; I'm not sure people do crap. I tend
to think that they regurgitate, like owls, only instead
of bringing up pellets they deposit their stuff in
paper bags or plastic containers, which they vomit
onto the pavement.
That's pretty clever.
It's the clever bigots that...
775 reads
2 Comments
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