Submissions by graham_brodie
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
25th Feb 2010 10:42am
25th Feb 2010 10:42am
Back to you
you know when
I asked,
remember how we
were
then,
you took my hand
&
held on to me
while we walked,
the fear was...
pouring out of everyone
as we put our trust
in the winds
to
walk,
believing in each other
to
reach this light,
I just want
you to know
that I was holding
on to
you,
& that
if you hadn't been there
& hadn't
been you,
I...
I asked,
remember how we
were
then,
you took my hand
&
held on to me
while we walked,
the fear was...
pouring out of everyone
as we put our trust
in the winds
to
walk,
believing in each other
to
reach this light,
I just want
you to know
that I was holding
on to
you,
& that
if you hadn't been there
& hadn't
been you,
I...
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LOVE POEM
Published
26th Jan 2010 9:06pm
26th Jan 2010 9:06pm
massacre
Fishy
Fishy
Shelly shell she’ll
Say
When this time suits
Her,
So we wait
&
So we wait,
As the
Mists drain away,
We sit watching the dead men
On
The living heathers &
Wild grasses (die)
Our fogg has cleared
Revealing a massacre,
Oyster shells & swords
Bullets and bayonettes,
And
Then
...
Fishy
Shelly shell she’ll
Say
When this time suits
Her,
So we wait
&
So we wait,
As the
Mists drain away,
We sit watching the dead men
On
The living heathers &
Wild grasses (die)
Our fogg has cleared
Revealing a massacre,
Oyster shells & swords
Bullets and bayonettes,
And
Then
...
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LOVE POEM
Published
26th Jan 2010 8:55pm
26th Jan 2010 8:55pm
clear
Looking up
aye,
was watching
geese
fly,
sunlight causing
shades
to cover me,
Stepping out
geese
continued to pass
through the skies,
Over the city of Edinburgh
I drank their
flight
in to my
heart
then turned
to go
in to
your home
aye,
was watching
geese
fly,
sunlight causing
shades
to cover me,
Stepping out
geese
continued to pass
through the skies,
Over the city of Edinburgh
I drank their
flight
in to my
heart
then turned
to go
in to
your home
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Jan 2010 8:55am
13th Jan 2010 8:55am
smoke that thunders
Freedom of speech
My arse,
If you’re collard
The bastards av got you
For what little money you’ve
Left
If any,
And all
The way,
Force them out &
Exit to the warmth
The truth
Held in loving friends
The home
For it’s
Watering wells v’s buzzing beez
My arse,
If you’re collard
The bastards av got you
For what little money you’ve
Left
If any,
And all
The way,
Force them out &
Exit to the warmth
The truth
Held in loving friends
The home
For it’s
Watering wells v’s buzzing beez
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ANGER POEM
Published
9th Jan 2010 2:16pm
9th Jan 2010 2:16pm
summertime hell in the meadows (Written by Greig Stamper)
young schemies.. let loose to run riot uptown in "the meadows"
parents gleefully neglect thier kids behaviour.
sunning thier weather beaten ugly coupons to shreds.
no ice cream or sunblock needed............just fags and mutual moaning required.
parents gleefully neglect thier kids behaviour.
sunning thier weather beaten ugly coupons to shreds.
no ice cream or sunblock needed............just fags and mutual moaning required.
796 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st Jan 2010 12:10pm
1st Jan 2010 12:10pm
stop the war
I don't want your war
it can't come to any
good,
stop your war
it can't come to any
good,
stop your war
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STORY POEM
Published
17th Dec 2009 8:16pm
17th Dec 2009 8:16pm
gentle oak (Music by Oliver Woods)
1140 reads
5 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
17th Dec 2009 7:58pm
17th Dec 2009 7:58pm
song keepers
Where am I?
lost?
I feel lost, frightened & sick
my song, what of it?
the steel cold snow falling at me in my
shelter
I notice my song, sung by sparrows in
the guttering
there it is, my song was held in their voices
till I was able to hear it
the sparrows sang and I listened
as my tears fought to break free
like the sparrows
singing my song, breaking
from the guttering & taking flight
over the cold walls, through the steel
feathers fought, over the fields
away through the light,
noticed and loved I am
being...
lost?
I feel lost, frightened & sick
my song, what of it?
the steel cold snow falling at me in my
shelter
I notice my song, sung by sparrows in
the guttering
there it is, my song was held in their voices
till I was able to hear it
the sparrows sang and I listened
as my tears fought to break free
like the sparrows
singing my song, breaking
from the guttering & taking flight
over the cold walls, through the steel
feathers fought, over the fields
away through the light,
noticed and loved I am
being...
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STORY POEM
Published
11th Nov 2009 11:18pm
11th Nov 2009 11:18pm
was
there
were
unmistakable signs of
putrification
we have a corpse now
a burial is the next
step
ping pong spade work
down
into the hole
all the earth
shovelled back on top
with a pat, pat
“ Right folks
move on-
-away
there’s nothing
more to see here,
not another word
left to say”
testing to see if in
fact
the system was down
or indeed had crashed
was a state of
putrification
reached?
an injection of
fluorescein
just beneath the skin...
were
unmistakable signs of
putrification
we have a corpse now
a burial is the next
step
ping pong spade work
down
into the hole
all the earth
shovelled back on top
with a pat, pat
“ Right folks
move on-
-away
there’s nothing
more to see here,
not another word
left to say”
testing to see if in
fact
the system was down
or indeed had crashed
was a state of
putrification
reached?
an injection of
fluorescein
just beneath the skin...
1052 reads
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STORY POEM
Published
11th Nov 2009 11:16pm
11th Nov 2009 11:16pm
a poem of earth and wires
A modest man,
he stepped out into
the close,
nicely decorated
in light Baroque
bonework
Acilius was dead,
premature disposal,
a premature burial
I know you see this
...looking back
before.....
.......
the flames we doused,
all the flesh cooled,
buried in the earth,
cloaked by the sky,
tucked in
under the clouds
“ I am only doing what
I have been
programmed to do,”
whispered
Hatchepsut from the
little
universe that Ray had
created
I had to remember that...
he stepped out into
the close,
nicely decorated
in light Baroque
bonework
Acilius was dead,
premature disposal,
a premature burial
I know you see this
...looking back
before.....
.......
the flames we doused,
all the flesh cooled,
buried in the earth,
cloaked by the sky,
tucked in
under the clouds
“ I am only doing what
I have been
programmed to do,”
whispered
Hatchepsut from the
little
universe that Ray had
created
I had to remember that...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
9th Nov 2009 10:42am
9th Nov 2009 10:42am
anti-depressants
Going
along just fine
Sunshine
Blue
skies
Blood
in our veins
Green,
green grass
Buildings
built
Cars
goin down the road
People
on the pavements
There’s
crisps in the shops
And
water in the taps
Keys
in the locks
Electricity
for all
A
religion to suit every mood
non
religions to choose as well
If
you want
One?
I am
tapping my nerves
Feelin
something's not right
I
got food in my belly
Water
in my pipes but I’m...
along just fine
Sunshine
Blue
skies
Blood
in our veins
Green,
green grass
Buildings
built
Cars
goin down the road
People
on the pavements
There’s
crisps in the shops
And
water in the taps
Keys
in the locks
Electricity
for all
A
religion to suit every mood
non
religions to choose as well
If
you want
One?
I am
tapping my nerves
Feelin
something's not right
I
got food in my belly
Water
in my pipes but I’m...
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STORY POEM
Published
9th Nov 2009 10:31am
9th Nov 2009 10:31am
in and out
Following
your dream
Following
my dream
All
streams flowing all over
Washing
us with water
Fresh
and polluted alike
Oxygen
passing through me
At
a delicious speed
Too
fast to think about
Just
breathe in and out
Just
breathe in and out
Where
are all the people?
Not
the workers , but you
Where
are you?
This
waiting chair is waiting for you
Bubbles
in my water are breathing with me
In
and out they pop, you arrive:
Alive
like...
your dream
Following
my dream
All
streams flowing all over
Washing
us with water
Fresh
and polluted alike
Oxygen
passing through me
At
a delicious speed
Too
fast to think about
Just
breathe in and out
Just
breathe in and out
Where
are all the people?
Not
the workers , but you
Where
are you?
This
waiting chair is waiting for you
Bubbles
in my water are breathing with me
In
and out they pop, you arrive:
Alive
like...
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