Submissions by emoadi
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My name is Adrian Cox and I have two collections of poetry, 'LOOK' and 'A Host Of Memories'
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Thoughts And Dreams
Inside my empty room
there's only pictures in the dark,
I'm thinking in my solitude
because thoughts are what we are.
Outside in the darkness
faintly I hear a distant car,
now I'm dreaming in my solitude
because dreams are what we are.
there's only pictures in the dark,
I'm thinking in my solitude
because thoughts are what we are.
Outside in the darkness
faintly I hear a distant car,
now I'm dreaming in my solitude
because dreams are what we are.
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Glass Beach
Waves gently crash
in distant froths salty brine
on drawback sand.
Beach pebbles rattle
smooth curved and worn
upon shoreline wash.
People gossip.
saunter back to vans
full of sandy hope
and scratched legs
with brush off hands
on sunburn red.
Fish swim batter fat
to be served with chips
and curry pot sauce.
An alcoholic sea
laps upon a beach
of glass broken bottles.
Adrian Cox
in distant froths salty brine
on drawback sand.
Beach pebbles rattle
smooth curved and worn
upon shoreline wash.
People gossip.
saunter back to vans
full of sandy hope
and scratched legs
with brush off hands
on sunburn red.
Fish swim batter fat
to be served with chips
and curry pot sauce.
An alcoholic sea
laps upon a beach
of glass broken bottles.
Adrian Cox
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Perfect Patricia Plenitude
The Abuse And Calculations Of Perfect Patricia Plenitude
Reciprocal Roger had nothing going on.
He hurled abuse at Patricia
until she was to the power of minus one.
Roger became the man Patricia loved to hate,
but over time she recovered
back to her positive twenty eight.
Along came Chris to two decimal places
he was a radical sign.
He squarely rooted Patricia
until she was five point two nine.
She lost her integrity, an integer no more.
She decided to try a cubic root
which gives a really radical score.
Dick...
Reciprocal Roger had nothing going on.
He hurled abuse at Patricia
until she was to the power of minus one.
Roger became the man Patricia loved to hate,
but over time she recovered
back to her positive twenty eight.
Along came Chris to two decimal places
he was a radical sign.
He squarely rooted Patricia
until she was five point two nine.
She lost her integrity, an integer no more.
She decided to try a cubic root
which gives a really radical score.
Dick...
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Broken
Mirror, mirror off the wall
how did you come to drop and fall?
With silver slithers of pointed glass
how did this moment come to pass.
The telling crash of noise abound
a multitude of division found
strewn across a slippery floor,
you fell and now you are no more
than a memory of what used to be.
A reflection now you cannot see'.
She went out of her window.
Smashed her mind
like a pain of glass.
When she spoke
it was like sharp glass
all around me,
her clear cut logic
cut deep with...
how did you come to drop and fall?
With silver slithers of pointed glass
how did this moment come to pass.
The telling crash of noise abound
a multitude of division found
strewn across a slippery floor,
you fell and now you are no more
than a memory of what used to be.
A reflection now you cannot see'.
She went out of her window.
Smashed her mind
like a pain of glass.
When she spoke
it was like sharp glass
all around me,
her clear cut logic
cut deep with...
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Thoughts And Dreams
Inside my empty room
there's only pictures in the dark,
I'm thinking in my solitude
because thoughts are what we are.
Outside in the darkness
faintly I hear a distant car,
now I'm dreaming in my solitude
because dreams are what we are.
Adrian Cox
there's only pictures in the dark,
I'm thinking in my solitude
because thoughts are what we are.
Outside in the darkness
faintly I hear a distant car,
now I'm dreaming in my solitude
because dreams are what we are.
Adrian Cox
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