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POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Jan 2010 8:47pm
26th Jan 2010 8:47pm
My Jupiter Dream
Have you ever wondered who you are,
Kissed with life, and of a verdant planet sustained by a star?
Or how you share that planet with hapless others,
A myriad creatures, each sisters and brothers?
And oh what manner of diversity!
Elephants and trees, armadillos and HIV.
Or why events should unfold so?
A Nature that is balanced and without a care for friend or foe,
Just a synergy, a state of being,
And its antithesis, all knowing, all seeing.
Saints and sinners – none of us true,
Little starmen me and you.
And in the stars our inheritance and our...
Kissed with life, and of a verdant planet sustained by a star?
Or how you share that planet with hapless others,
A myriad creatures, each sisters and brothers?
And oh what manner of diversity!
Elephants and trees, armadillos and HIV.
Or why events should unfold so?
A Nature that is balanced and without a care for friend or foe,
Just a synergy, a state of being,
And its antithesis, all knowing, all seeing.
Saints and sinners – none of us true,
Little starmen me and you.
And in the stars our inheritance and our...
1114 reads
2 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
16th Jan 2010 12:27pm
16th Jan 2010 12:27pm
I wish you a unicorn
Last night I dreamt of ejaculating unicorns;
Wave after wave of impossible, viscous seed,
Seeking a mate for life’s concoction.
Preposterous!
The very notion that the mystical can spunk themselves into existence.
So what is it with you?
Your tautological tirades
Cascade
Spunking
On my tympanic membrane,
Driving me insane.
I wish you and the vile lies you seed
A unicorn, desperately seeking self propagation,
And render you the thing of nightmares.
Wave after wave of impossible, viscous seed,
Seeking a mate for life’s concoction.
Preposterous!
The very notion that the mystical can spunk themselves into existence.
So what is it with you?
Your tautological tirades
Cascade
Spunking
On my tympanic membrane,
Driving me insane.
I wish you and the vile lies you seed
A unicorn, desperately seeking self propagation,
And render you the thing of nightmares.
838 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Jan 2010 8:11pm
14th Jan 2010 8:11pm
Snowfall
Snowfall,
Covers all;
Except the guilt,
That my broken heart has built.
No winter fun can be had there;
Nor summer sun for us to play without a care.
Nothing grows or comes to those hinterlands,
Those barren patches polluted by clumsy hands.
Covers all;
Except the guilt,
That my broken heart has built.
No winter fun can be had there;
Nor summer sun for us to play without a care.
Nothing grows or comes to those hinterlands,
Those barren patches polluted by clumsy hands.
910 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Jan 2010 8:03pm
14th Jan 2010 8:03pm
Thoughts from London to Newport VIII
It was, eye can concede,
Perhaps definitely the first thyme that I had shared a carriage with a voluptuous,
though portly porn star;
Well, at least she wore the attire from what eye could read,
Dostoevsky
Ravished by the studious type, with jet black hair and jet black intent:
Shabby clothes, disorganised manner, head crammed with art and philosophy
I shouldn’t wonder,
But I do.
Does he have answers more than me?
Does he perceive what my myopic I’s cannot see?
A synaptic leap, at the speed of thought and electron lightly,...
Perhaps definitely the first thyme that I had shared a carriage with a voluptuous,
though portly porn star;
Well, at least she wore the attire from what eye could read,
Dostoevsky
Ravished by the studious type, with jet black hair and jet black intent:
Shabby clothes, disorganised manner, head crammed with art and philosophy
I shouldn’t wonder,
But I do.
Does he have answers more than me?
Does he perceive what my myopic I’s cannot see?
A synaptic leap, at the speed of thought and electron lightly,...
651 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Jan 2010 7:00pm
13th Jan 2010 7:00pm
lament number 3
Gravity makes you mesmerising so that jilted lovers must come,
A million each generation here each to cry a thousand tears,
To keep you deep and salty.
A million each generation here each to cry a thousand tears,
To keep you deep and salty.
778 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
13th Jan 2010 2:51pm
13th Jan 2010 2:51pm
northern lights
colours that confuse
shadows that infuse
a grim sense of reality
another place
visible through the disjointed cracks
of a shattered mind
torn shards of tranquillity
ignorance loaned me hope
but experience has raped me
defiling and crippling, straining
the ethereal angels’ wings
snapped viciously and without a thought
how will that heavenly avatar fly
confined now to a grim and dirty earth
the godly light stolen
by a strained, confused mind
that lurks in shadows
cast in-between the vibrant planes
of hope and despair
my...
shadows that infuse
a grim sense of reality
another place
visible through the disjointed cracks
of a shattered mind
torn shards of tranquillity
ignorance loaned me hope
but experience has raped me
defiling and crippling, straining
the ethereal angels’ wings
snapped viciously and without a thought
how will that heavenly avatar fly
confined now to a grim and dirty earth
the godly light stolen
by a strained, confused mind
that lurks in shadows
cast in-between the vibrant planes
of hope and despair
my...
817 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Jan 2010 1:06pm
12th Jan 2010 1:06pm
Soft gamma ray repeater
Your luminosity was there, the math types say
But could not be discerned amid the halo that cloaked your presence
How did you get to be so bright
And yet so imperceptible
To my tired and weary eyes
Your short and turbulent life
As the brightest of the bright
Clouded by debris and other people’s clatter
Left-over primeval matter
Would it be wrong
To visit you not in dream
But to scorch myself on your hydrogen skin
Some time
But the fire in you died
Crashed
Imploded
Went the way of all bright things
Left...
But could not be discerned amid the halo that cloaked your presence
How did you get to be so bright
And yet so imperceptible
To my tired and weary eyes
Your short and turbulent life
As the brightest of the bright
Clouded by debris and other people’s clatter
Left-over primeval matter
Would it be wrong
To visit you not in dream
But to scorch myself on your hydrogen skin
Some time
But the fire in you died
Crashed
Imploded
Went the way of all bright things
Left...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Jan 2010 12:59pm
12th Jan 2010 12:59pm
Thoughts from London to Newport III
perhaps fifty or maybe fifty-five
a good one hundred and twenty k’s, naked.
an autumn blonde, in every respect,
chomping mechanically, like a clockwork neanderthal -
tucking-in with fierce haste and greed
on a bag of walker’s big eat,
ready salted.
shards of unconsumed crisps resting lankly
like teenage acne
on a lightly haired chin.
a white polo shirt, baggy and worn, barely conceals
what her limp and lifeless tits reveal.
a stain on her right breast, the colour of chip shop curry,
tells the tale of an earlier feeding frenzy....
a good one hundred and twenty k’s, naked.
an autumn blonde, in every respect,
chomping mechanically, like a clockwork neanderthal -
tucking-in with fierce haste and greed
on a bag of walker’s big eat,
ready salted.
shards of unconsumed crisps resting lankly
like teenage acne
on a lightly haired chin.
a white polo shirt, baggy and worn, barely conceals
what her limp and lifeless tits reveal.
a stain on her right breast, the colour of chip shop curry,
tells the tale of an earlier feeding frenzy....
754 reads
4 Comments
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