Submissions by graham_brodie
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DRUGS POEM
Published
3rd May 2010 5:33pm
3rd May 2010 5:33pm
My room in the dry house
I woke this morning
with a dry throat,
I knew that today
would be one of the days
that this would happen
as I was moving
to move on
into life,
out of recovery
my room
with the other empty bed
my room-mate
now gone to gaol in Cardiff
shame
this place is full of shame
shame,
and then hope
and lots of thanks sometimes love
thankfully
life saving life,
illness everywhere
and lots of hope ...
with a dry throat,
I knew that today
would be one of the days
that this would happen
as I was moving
to move on
into life,
out of recovery
my room
with the other empty bed
my room-mate
now gone to gaol in Cardiff
shame
this place is full of shame
shame,
and then hope
and lots of thanks sometimes love
thankfully
life saving life,
illness everywhere
and lots of hope ...
989 reads
4 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd May 2010 6:36am
3rd May 2010 6:36am
Bed
I am going to sleep in my bed tonight
not on a floor
not in a police cell
not in a hospital
not in a tent
not on a chair
not in a car
not on a bench
not in the streets
not in a building site
not in a bus station
not on cushions
not in a sheep shelter
not in a pub
not on the couch
not in a hostel
not in a doorway
not anywhere else
only in my warm bed
that's guaranteed
tonight
not on a floor
not in a police cell
not in a hospital
not in a tent
not on a chair
not in a car
not on a bench
not in the streets
not in a building site
not in a bus station
not on cushions
not in a sheep shelter
not in a pub
not on the couch
not in a hostel
not in a doorway
not anywhere else
only in my warm bed
that's guaranteed
tonight
1014 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd May 2010 6:28am
3rd May 2010 6:28am
Still here
bye bye
I have always felt closer
to funerals than to weddings
something about it,
the no choice identifying features of a funeral
versus the other one,
a block?
Aye, a block!
It took me long enough to realise I was here to steady the boat
& not to rock it,
soul-wise
the chess pieces etc have been doing their best
to put us all in the drink
for a long time now
still
and yet not so still,
on/off with the telly
on/on with...
I have always felt closer
to funerals than to weddings
something about it,
the no choice identifying features of a funeral
versus the other one,
a block?
Aye, a block!
It took me long enough to realise I was here to steady the boat
& not to rock it,
soul-wise
the chess pieces etc have been doing their best
to put us all in the drink
for a long time now
still
and yet not so still,
on/off with the telly
on/on with...
743 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd May 2010 11:06am
2nd May 2010 11:06am
Idea
Few and far between
so say,
to see us in the
m&s clothing,
ipod stolen from a
techno head,
limo,
dungeon for the music heads,
so wrong looks, dancing
focus
on
SOUNDTRACK
looks
glances
loving
sex
focus on sound
trax,
now N.soul
looking over
&
through
the rooms,
dancing through
the rooms
cut to dungeons
dancing from souls memory,
keeping the...
so say,
to see us in the
m&s clothing,
ipod stolen from a
techno head,
limo,
dungeon for the music heads,
so wrong looks, dancing
focus
on
SOUNDTRACK
looks
glances
loving
sex
focus on sound
trax,
now N.soul
looking over
&
through
the rooms,
dancing through
the rooms
cut to dungeons
dancing from souls memory,
keeping the...
868 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd May 2010 10:58am
2nd May 2010 10:58am
To
Test the d
e
pt
h
of water
you know
e
pt
h
of water
you know
854 reads
1 Comment
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Apr 2010 6:48am
25th Apr 2010 6:48am
September
mince and tatties
tatties mince
black nights of fog
rain dripping all over
the discarded mince pan
at the back door
lots of tatties
still to eat
later
lovely
night time food
is the mince
is the tattie
tatties mince
black nights of fog
rain dripping all over
the discarded mince pan
at the back door
lots of tatties
still to eat
later
lovely
night time food
is the mince
is the tattie
804 reads
0 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
25th Apr 2010 6:46am
25th Apr 2010 6:46am
Blown boy
a young lad
out on his own
at the disco's
having a cheap drink
grey street hat
hooded sweat top
baggy jeans
expensive trainers
he's alone
on his own
skint
little money for drink
his own record decks
stolen from his room
represented a link
with his past, safe
so out and about
listening to music
a child alone, lost
looking for his dad
dressing like crack
looking for a place
to rest his heart
he is a
lovely young man
lovely young man
this isn't a man saying he...
out on his own
at the disco's
having a cheap drink
grey street hat
hooded sweat top
baggy jeans
expensive trainers
he's alone
on his own
skint
little money for drink
his own record decks
stolen from his room
represented a link
with his past, safe
so out and about
listening to music
a child alone, lost
looking for his dad
dressing like crack
looking for a place
to rest his heart
he is a
lovely young man
lovely young man
this isn't a man saying he...
711 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Apr 2010 8:05am
24th Apr 2010 8:05am
Whistle
Pop went the Weezil in pissing
ratty
runty
rain filled
trash alley,
he gave her the cash
green
she had made
her needy tally
another
relationship dropped on the ground
400 kids lost
not saved nor found,
the concrete evolves
lapping up the human waste
catching everything
that falls
stray bullets
cash
spunk
blood
oranges
all kinds of hell
a sign of success
high-rise buildings...
ratty
runty
rain filled
trash alley,
he gave her the cash
green
she had made
her needy tally
another
relationship dropped on the ground
400 kids lost
not saved nor found,
the concrete evolves
lapping up the human waste
catching everything
that falls
stray bullets
cash
spunk
blood
oranges
all kinds of hell
a sign of success
high-rise buildings...
855 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Apr 2010 7:50am
24th Apr 2010 7:50am
Little green sheep
This is not Paris in the 20's
thoughtfully
there is more to it than a post war celebration
an
incantation of fatherless girls displaying
mojave swirls
lure fishing for the surviving male contingent,
no matter
how stringently they conform
to the school rules
the 20's fools firmly forgot to
enjoy the....
a repeat of the same victorian
victorious
defeat,
helped to stand to attention
to get up on their dancing cocaine feet
unaware
of...
thoughtfully
there is more to it than a post war celebration
an
incantation of fatherless girls displaying
mojave swirls
lure fishing for the surviving male contingent,
no matter
how stringently they conform
to the school rules
the 20's fools firmly forgot to
enjoy the....
a repeat of the same victorian
victorious
defeat,
helped to stand to attention
to get up on their dancing cocaine feet
unaware
of...
733 reads
3 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2010 9:23pm
23rd Apr 2010 9:23pm
ICI
Everything inside was still
his stomach pumped with the insertion
of the nicely priced power pill
of course still ill
with no frills
vomiting
to the exterior
inferior
love walls
displaying their vulgar idea
heart beat
low and cheap
wood chip
fucked wit
design
in its day a capital crime
now nicely disguised
to hide the terminal demise
of the why not wonder why's
allowing chimpanzees' to socialize
the law of course ...
his stomach pumped with the insertion
of the nicely priced power pill
of course still ill
with no frills
vomiting
to the exterior
inferior
love walls
displaying their vulgar idea
heart beat
low and cheap
wood chip
fucked wit
design
in its day a capital crime
now nicely disguised
to hide the terminal demise
of the why not wonder why's
allowing chimpanzees' to socialize
the law of course ...
925 reads
1 Comment
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2010 8:54pm
23rd Apr 2010 8:54pm
hanging out in Birnham with Brian and Fudge
Sounds of the river
peace
as welcome gulls sing through their skies
with us
below,
and if I look I will see
as the
sounds of this river
flow away
peace
as welcome gulls sing through their skies
with us
below,
and if I look I will see
as the
sounds of this river
flow away
622 reads
1 Comment
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