Submissions by graham_brodie
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Aug 2017 5:23am
27th Aug 2017 5:23am
violence is violence
like an egg in the mind
let it remain as an egg
to flower and grow
like the rain which falls
tapping holiday sunshine aside
drenching
keeping us cool
like a mind in the egg
let it remain a mind
to flower and grow
like the sunshine which falls
tapping holiday rain aside
drenching
keeping us cool
let it remain as an egg
to flower and grow
like the rain which falls
tapping holiday sunshine aside
drenching
keeping us cool
like a mind in the egg
let it remain a mind
to flower and grow
like the sunshine which falls
tapping holiday rain aside
drenching
keeping us cool
#violence
#death
534 reads
1 Comment
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
16th Aug 2017 8:35pm
16th Aug 2017 8:35pm
draft
I am dead. The stories which follow happened before I died. I have been wondering how to start this book so I now know that this is how it starts. Ok, well I suppose the beginning of it all as far as I am able to remember was in a bath tub in the home I was taken to after being registered, approved and issued with a bond certificate by the Simpsons Memorial hospital in Edinburgh Scotland.
My mum had put me into a bath up stairs in our house then gone back down stairs to talk drunk suburban rubbish to her friend on the phone. I can't really remember how long I was left in the tub but I...
My mum had put me into a bath up stairs in our house then gone back down stairs to talk drunk suburban rubbish to her friend on the phone. I can't really remember how long I was left in the tub but I...
#death
#dark
621 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Aug 2017 6:06pm
16th Aug 2017 6:06pm
through a sash window
he stood facing out of his window
of his room he held his back to it
he watched the opposite pavement
like a gull casting
he saw every shoe worn
travelling
he noted the trouser length variation
alter
he noticed shoes falter
due to fear
he saw the attempted smiles
fail inside before being born
he felt people cry inside
holding something to land the shoe forwards past please pass without
noticing
no one is breathing
of his room he held his back to it
he watched the opposite pavement
like a gull casting
he saw every shoe worn
travelling
he noted the trouser length variation
alter
he noticed shoes falter
due to fear
he saw the attempted smiles
fail inside before being born
he felt people cry inside
holding something to land the shoe forwards past please pass without
noticing
no one is breathing
#PopCulture
696 reads
3 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Aug 2017 10:37pm
15th Aug 2017 10:37pm
chose my life
picked my name
hopped in the poisoned air
showered to wash away
away my dead body
burst with amazement
with eyes to hear
so simple too
just self truth
care
hopped in the poisoned air
showered to wash away
away my dead body
burst with amazement
with eyes to hear
so simple too
just self truth
care
#hope
#dreams
#nature
#SelfReflection
#StreamOfConsciousness
560 reads
4 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Jul 2017 10:55am
17th Jul 2017 10:55am
birth of death
did the bricks fall in before the bang
of the wooden lid?
did the burning burn before the furnice
was lit?
which ever way round the journey starts
know thy self is said
in many ways the timing does not count
as we travel the waves
leaving loved ones to cry on the pier
sodden with grief as we disappear
out of sight
through the mists, the distance
is too far for our two eyes
to see
across the imagined seas travelling death
away,
and yet with minds eye we feel
the warm smiles and touches...
of the wooden lid?
did the burning burn before the furnice
was lit?
which ever way round the journey starts
know thy self is said
in many ways the timing does not count
as we travel the waves
leaving loved ones to cry on the pier
sodden with grief as we disappear
out of sight
through the mists, the distance
is too far for our two eyes
to see
across the imagined seas travelling death
away,
and yet with minds eye we feel
the warm smiles and touches...
617 reads
2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
30th Jun 2017 6:23pm
30th Jun 2017 6:23pm
Truth is a tool...gentle version! (stop lying)
Truth is Love
Love is Truth
Our Head is a parasite
Our hearts hold the Truth
Being Truthful within disarms our head
No Lies means no lies, none.
If we eat meat yet love animals...
just stop it! Stop the lies
Being Truthful with ourselves within
opens our hearts which explode with love
Truth defeats our programmed heads
Truthful within = Truthful outwith
Truth has no mystery
Love is truth...Truth is love
Love is Truth
Our Head is a parasite
Our hearts hold the Truth
Being Truthful within disarms our head
No Lies means no lies, none.
If we eat meat yet love animals...
just stop it! Stop the lies
Being Truthful with ourselves within
opens our hearts which explode with love
Truth defeats our programmed heads
Truthful within = Truthful outwith
Truth has no mystery
Love is truth...Truth is love
651 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Jan 2017 12:27pm
7th Jan 2017 12:27pm
baws
braw dug spun
like he'd never spun afore
right round till
braw dug could spin nae more
like he'd never spun afore
right round till
braw dug could spin nae more
644 reads
3 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
6th Jan 2017 9:41pm
6th Jan 2017 9:41pm
homework
this became home
still
do you want a hand
moving
sunlight through cream-white curtains
dreampt of
next to nike air's
being placed upon your feet
rather
lesser mortals fell for less
...psht...bomb pointing up
wards are collapsing
still
money does not work...
we work?
who work?
still
do you want a hand
moving
sunlight through cream-white curtains
dreampt of
next to nike air's
being placed upon your feet
rather
lesser mortals fell for less
...psht...bomb pointing up
wards are collapsing
still
money does not work...
we work?
who work?
565 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Jan 2017 7:32pm
6th Jan 2017 7:32pm
clearance
observational the birds locate outside
regular the opening hour
waiting on some scraps
flung beyond the black bins
towards
filled with energy
the flinger thinks
as hate projects a clearance
always clearances are hateful
be it highland
north England
the chips are the same weight
yet still
flung unannounced
the remains enter
shattered by silence
regular the opening hour
waiting on some scraps
flung beyond the black bins
towards
filled with energy
the flinger thinks
as hate projects a clearance
always clearances are hateful
be it highland
north England
the chips are the same weight
yet still
flung unannounced
the remains enter
shattered by silence
629 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Jan 2017 12:02pm
5th Jan 2017 12:02pm
machine children
I watched the children travel to school
through a cold window
dead they seemed yet with voices
muffled like old souls
what hope for their imaginations
in this country all confused
by thoughtless people left without gods
to shine the light
the days are grey with nights which whisper
fears in the family
perceived naturally by these fragile young minds
yet not included in their schooling days
rather cast out like drained batteries
strewn broad across neglected farmland
to roll and hide amongst the bones
of nameless poets...
through a cold window
dead they seemed yet with voices
muffled like old souls
what hope for their imaginations
in this country all confused
by thoughtless people left without gods
to shine the light
the days are grey with nights which whisper
fears in the family
perceived naturally by these fragile young minds
yet not included in their schooling days
rather cast out like drained batteries
strewn broad across neglected farmland
to roll and hide amongst the bones
of nameless poets...
831 reads
6 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
4th Jan 2017 8:13pm
4th Jan 2017 8:13pm
black
so the book opens
gods flow from their birth-mothers
flaming sex drugs water and fire
breaking fragments rolling still through all there ever will be
then a soft silence
called earth
not heaven
just earth
to flow forever amongst stars
stars so calm so gentle
creating peace
letting go to rest in places
gods flow from their birth-mothers
flaming sex drugs water and fire
breaking fragments rolling still through all there ever will be
then a soft silence
called earth
not heaven
just earth
to flow forever amongst stars
stars so calm so gentle
creating peace
letting go to rest in places
766 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
4th Jan 2017 3:20pm
4th Jan 2017 3:20pm
growing
spectacular collapse inside my mind
pushing and shoving at me
kicking fear right into my soul
like a badger kicking for life with love
caught in the huntsman's trap
I am
with blood flowing through the mossy woodland floor
and rushing like a broken tap
rushing inside my spirit, my essence
is changing is forcing me again to let go
fall again
I am scared this time
too much pain
pushing and shoving at me
kicking fear right into my soul
like a badger kicking for life with love
caught in the huntsman's trap
I am
with blood flowing through the mossy woodland floor
and rushing like a broken tap
rushing inside my spirit, my essence
is changing is forcing me again to let go
fall again
I am scared this time
too much pain
648 reads
2 Comments
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