Submissions by hemihead (hemi)
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LOVE POEM
Published
30th May 2014 4:10pm
30th May 2014 4:10pm
the arse-blood blues
in bed on my own doing no more than the usual things
and the dog sleeps on the floor down beside me
more than certainly doing his share of the dog-stink
with no thought for his effect on my piled-up clothes
while I lay in the dark
and worry about my arse
cos I got the piles
got them hemi-roids;
like grapes out my arsehole
an old mans illness
and women too
yeah pregnant women get them
not sure if god is looking or even laughing
but either way
fucker has done me good
with the...
and the dog sleeps on the floor down beside me
more than certainly doing his share of the dog-stink
with no thought for his effect on my piled-up clothes
while I lay in the dark
and worry about my arse
cos I got the piles
got them hemi-roids;
like grapes out my arsehole
an old mans illness
and women too
yeah pregnant women get them
not sure if god is looking or even laughing
but either way
fucker has done me good
with the...
1171 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
29th May 2014 3:09am
29th May 2014 3:09am
last-drinks love song
no sense not sayin’ what it must be
although she doesn’t like the name
but since I drive a red convertible
and she is half my age
it stands to reason it’s a mid-life thing
makes sense too
since I think about dying more and more
and about what
if anything
this life is for
and the answers I get
make me want to run
but then again
I always run
so her being half my age isn’t a game
any more than any of them ever were
and as for the convertible
well I’ve had that for years
and aging is something I’m ok at ...
although she doesn’t like the name
but since I drive a red convertible
and she is half my age
it stands to reason it’s a mid-life thing
makes sense too
since I think about dying more and more
and about what
if anything
this life is for
and the answers I get
make me want to run
but then again
I always run
so her being half my age isn’t a game
any more than any of them ever were
and as for the convertible
well I’ve had that for years
and aging is something I’m ok at ...
1030 reads
16 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Mar 2014 11:32pm
12th Mar 2014 11:32pm
the yesterday song
she was at the funeral too
knew she’d wear the black dress
knew she’d be blanked out on valium and dope
knew she’d feel it anyway
saw her arrive with her friends
in the middle of them
surrounded by them
hardest thing about her
was always getting her alone
said hello to me
her eyes as empty as doors
made me remember how I would protect her
when she’d taken herself out
it was like...
knew she’d wear the black dress
knew she’d be blanked out on valium and dope
knew she’d feel it anyway
saw her arrive with her friends
in the middle of them
surrounded by them
hardest thing about her
was always getting her alone
said hello to me
her eyes as empty as doors
made me remember how I would protect her
when she’d taken herself out
it was like...
1122 reads
22 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2014 11:51pm
2nd Mar 2014 11:51pm
stand
there is a simple idea in my head;
an idea of strength
to love
and be loved
as a young man being strong was being able to fight
always hit early
always hit hard
the best
and most reliable
kind of steel
is not pure
has had other things added
at just the right time
and so bends without breaking
I feared that being sober
would make me...
an idea of strength
to love
and be loved
as a young man being strong was being able to fight
always hit early
always hit hard
the best
and most reliable
kind of steel
is not pure
has had other things added
at just the right time
and so bends without breaking
I feared that being sober
would make me...
1171 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
24th Feb 2014 00:36am
24th Feb 2014 00:36am
dry land bad poetry
real men need only food water and love
but I whittled that down
to food
water
and liquor
then
two weeks back
decided to knock the drinking for a month
after one too many quiet talks from people who give a shit
so stopped
just to prove ‘em wrong
cos I’m a prick like that
but three days in
my skin crawling
stomach shitting liquid
eyes sunk back in to my head
and riding an angry dark hole where my laughter used to be
I knew the fucker’s must be right
had to go somewhere...
but I whittled that down
to food
water
and liquor
then
two weeks back
decided to knock the drinking for a month
after one too many quiet talks from people who give a shit
so stopped
just to prove ‘em wrong
cos I’m a prick like that
but three days in
my skin crawling
stomach shitting liquid
eyes sunk back in to my head
and riding an angry dark hole where my laughter used to be
I knew the fucker’s must be right
had to go somewhere...
1207 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
29th Jan 2014 8:09pm
29th Jan 2014 8:09pm
Thomas Hardy's other poem
we met 10 years ago, you know
I remember your smile; all style
and those hips, my god those hips those lips to launch the usual ships
and your boyfriend
nothing says stay away like a big brown boyfriend
I didn’t though, although, you know, you had a role to play a thing to say, your way, in that beautiful chase
how you could wrap words like birds a flock a fleet a street of ideas
100 words to my 10…remember when
whispering into your pussy, trying to get to the inside of you
your body, a too-slim hymn,...
I remember your smile; all style
and those hips, my god those hips those lips to launch the usual ships
and your boyfriend
nothing says stay away like a big brown boyfriend
I didn’t though, although, you know, you had a role to play a thing to say, your way, in that beautiful chase
how you could wrap words like birds a flock a fleet a street of ideas
100 words to my 10…remember when
whispering into your pussy, trying to get to the inside of you
your body, a too-slim hymn,...
1113 reads
23 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
27th Sep 2013 11:32pm
27th Sep 2013 11:32pm
word-dust dreaming
few nights back left work
and turned left
away from the home road
went inland
not even by choice
stopped for hard liquor and heavy smokes
kept driving
me and the work truck
both red with work-dust
inside and outside
drove until it felt far enough
sun gone down and dead
pulled up on a low rolling hill
somewhere empty
kicked the door open
lay the seat back
radio on
tuned into the big footy game...
and turned left
away from the home road
went inland
not even by choice
stopped for hard liquor and heavy smokes
kept driving
me and the work truck
both red with work-dust
inside and outside
drove until it felt far enough
sun gone down and dead
pulled up on a low rolling hill
somewhere empty
kicked the door open
lay the seat back
radio on
tuned into the big footy game...
1560 reads
35 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
24th Sep 2013 1:25am
24th Sep 2013 1:25am
captain chicken-shit
some things said out loud
make people worry
for your mind
but maybe it’s just them
hating to hear
I’ve given up on living long
used to plan on retiring one day
to a big shed full of hot cars and good tools
was going to use that as home base
while I sailed the world
drifted around pacific islands
pounded across the...
make people worry
for your mind
but maybe it’s just them
hating to hear
I’ve given up on living long
used to plan on retiring one day
to a big shed full of hot cars and good tools
was going to use that as home base
while I sailed the world
drifted around pacific islands
pounded across the...
1325 reads
30 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
30th Aug 2013 00:31am
30th Aug 2013 00:31am
dirt logic
last night we all hit the pub
sixty blokes in a small town bar
celebrating the young bloke leaving the job
done his twelve months
heading home with his bag of cash
and us partying too
for finding the rock at the bottom of the valley
after pouring men and machines at it
for months
on months
on months
can’t build a dam
until you’ve cut the earth
to hell
tore the pub up
men cuttin’ wild
getting honest after enough...
sixty blokes in a small town bar
celebrating the young bloke leaving the job
done his twelve months
heading home with his bag of cash
and us partying too
for finding the rock at the bottom of the valley
after pouring men and machines at it
for months
on months
on months
can’t build a dam
until you’ve cut the earth
to hell
tore the pub up
men cuttin’ wild
getting honest after enough...
892 reads
19 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
19th Aug 2013 11:57pm
19th Aug 2013 11:57pm
kinda like quim
old lesson
but had to learn it again
raced a sailboat last weekend
went light on crew cos I always do
like it when the heat is on ‘em
came over the start line in a good spot
away from all the yelling and fuckwits
carrying good speed
settled in to fast-and-smooth
worked the boat all across the course
trimmed her guts out
used every current and carry of the tide
thrashed my crew as...
but had to learn it again
raced a sailboat last weekend
went light on crew cos I always do
like it when the heat is on ‘em
came over the start line in a good spot
away from all the yelling and fuckwits
carrying good speed
settled in to fast-and-smooth
worked the boat all across the course
trimmed her guts out
used every current and carry of the tide
thrashed my crew as...
1025 reads
20 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Aug 2013 3:13am
14th Aug 2013 3:13am
silence be
sat down to write
remembered all the good bits
the writing that stuck
the pieces that fell
from some kind of heaven
or a heavenly kind of hell
could blame being sober
for the words not coming
might even blame
not wanting to crush women
again
or me
again
nothing quite as pretty
as blood on the page
doesn’t matter why it went
doesn’t even matter
that it was ever here at all
looked back through the work I’ve laid
seems like it came
from the fingers
of...
remembered all the good bits
the writing that stuck
the pieces that fell
from some kind of heaven
or a heavenly kind of hell
could blame being sober
for the words not coming
might even blame
not wanting to crush women
again
or me
again
nothing quite as pretty
as blood on the page
doesn’t matter why it went
doesn’t even matter
that it was ever here at all
looked back through the work I’ve laid
seems like it came
from the fingers
of...
881 reads
22 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
10th Aug 2013 1:20pm
10th Aug 2013 1:20pm
smoking drinking f**king
right now
I’m not drinking
smoking
or fucking
but I must still be allowed
to enjoy the smell of cigarette smoke
on a cold crisp morning
and one glass of rum
to a hard-sailing crewman
is not the drinking
that drunks do
and I must be able to say
I’m pretty sure
that a good looking woman
with perfect skin
is hitting on me
she's 28 and tasty ...
I’m not drinking
smoking
or fucking
but I must still be allowed
to enjoy the smell of cigarette smoke
on a cold crisp morning
and one glass of rum
to a hard-sailing crewman
is not the drinking
that drunks do
and I must be able to say
I’m pretty sure
that a good looking woman
with perfect skin
is hitting on me
she's 28 and tasty ...
1322 reads
28 Comments
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