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...
upon trees and growing old
I loved your leaves, but come
the winter, when you
were stark and naked
and bare, I loved you still more
the winter, when you
were stark and naked
and bare, I loved you still more
#aging
#trees
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quick, another double ..
being architecturally and
mentally a ruin, and yes I know a ruined
castle can be beautiful,
but I was never a castle,
and what remains of me
is quite simply rubble ..
mentally a ruin, and yes I know a ruined
castle can be beautiful,
but I was never a castle,
and what remains of me
is quite simply rubble ..
#aging
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awoken too early
woke up, wondered what time
it was certainly early
victorian, perhaps early to mid
all the conjecture I fell back
asleep
it was certainly early
victorian, perhaps early to mid
all the conjecture I fell back
asleep
#sleep
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I deserved ‘em
my wife is the best person I’ve ever known,
but she’s got her faults
are as slight as a thoughtless word here or there
are a few that hit home
but she’s got her faults
are as slight as a thoughtless word here or there
are a few that hit home
#marriage
#relationships
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story of the disputed kipper
said he’d caught a
fifteen pound smoked
herring in the river
they said, where is it now
he said, I ate it
they said, prove it
he said, how .. ?
fifteen pound smoked
herring in the river
they said, where is it now
he said, I ate it
they said, prove it
he said, how .. ?
#dragons
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old bloke
no one flies kites these days
it’s all drones
on and on the old bloke in the pub
but nobody listens
since they’re all on their phones
and he finds it quite sad ..
it’s all drones
on and on the old bloke in the pub
but nobody listens
since they’re all on their phones
and he finds it quite sad ..
#memories
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memories
you didn’t call.”
sorry, I thought you’d be out.
“sorry?
this isn’t the nineteen seventies,
you’ve got a phone in
your pocket.”
and a head somewhere else ..
sorry, I thought you’d be out.
“sorry?
this isn’t the nineteen seventies,
you’ve got a phone in
your pocket.”
and a head somewhere else ..
#nostalgia
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a pint of bitter poem
there’s an oral poetry night in
the pub the regulars look
askance, or aghast, or maybe
just lost for words ..
the pub the regulars look
askance, or aghast, or maybe
just lost for words ..
#satirical
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they weren’t always that dark, nights
streets were never really that
dark thoughts were all in my
head and in my eyes
were neon lights and
lamp posts of a city around which
I once used to walk
dark thoughts were all in my
head and in my eyes
were neon lights and
lamp posts of a city around which
I once used to walk
#city
#night
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stream of barely consciousness
the rhine, he maintains, is far superior to
the thames in every way bar one chap says
then pray tell us what it is always the
bloody same with old blokes down the pub
the thames in every way bar one chap says
then pray tell us what it is always the
bloody same with old blokes down the pub
#alcohol
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old bloke in the pub stuff
thought the old bloke in the corner
was unable to hear their conversation,
being intimate, he chose to ignore it,
but he heard right enough ..
was unable to hear their conversation,
being intimate, he chose to ignore it,
but he heard right enough ..
#alcohol
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in the café, he observes
seems like
those who start wars
lose in the end, no matter how
long it takes
for them to be served
I can wait
those who start wars
lose in the end, no matter how
long it takes
for them to be served
I can wait
#fear
#food
#hope
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