Submissions by lepperochan (Craic-Dealer)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction whenever I talk to myself about myself, we disagree : he calls me an imposter I call him a zombie other profiles which I write with: Muggle, and am part of team Poetcast Project
DRUGS POEM
Published
17th Jun 2019 5:04pm
17th Jun 2019 5:04pm
when caught between a rock and the next one
kicking it wasn't easy
physicals of it:
the pains, shits, vomits
too tired to sleep
too weak to walk
too fucked to talk
and the head played games
with self pity, with shame
with every other cunt is to blame
the 'just one more time'
one more time and it'll be grand
kicking the shit wasn't easy
at least this time
most losses were light:
couple of grand
couple of scars
managed to hide it
from most who mattered
kept my job, my car ...
physicals of it:
the pains, shits, vomits
too tired to sleep
too weak to walk
too fucked to talk
and the head played games
with self pity, with shame
with every other cunt is to blame
the 'just one more time'
one more time and it'll be grand
kicking the shit wasn't easy
at least this time
most losses were light:
couple of grand
couple of scars
managed to hide it
from most who mattered
kept my job, my car ...
#drugs
120 reads
12 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
15th Mar 2019 00:25am
15th Mar 2019 00:25am
In its simplest form
without her
I felt like an ocean
cursed to endure
every drop of rain
which filled it
I felt like an ocean
cursed to endure
every drop of rain
which filled it
#birth
#universe
#luck
277 reads
15 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
7th May 2018 10:13am
7th May 2018 10:13am
On seperation
Of all voices
the one most poignant
says change
has been minimal
I was already here
some years ago
the one most poignant
says change
has been minimal
I was already here
some years ago
#relationships
607 reads
36 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
24th Dec 2017 3:18am
24th Dec 2017 3:18am
Can't build a bridge without breaking skin
The walk from my mother's house
took about two minutes
i don't remember thinking much
exept how unpoetic it all felt
The sky was a mass of grey
it nearly rained, nearly snowed
and for a couple of seconds
the sun nearly showed signs
of a minor breakthrough
I tapped on a window, took a step back
and braced myself
he was a bit more built
than hoped for
and his eyes hinted ...
took about two minutes
i don't remember thinking much
exept how unpoetic it all felt
The sky was a mass of grey
it nearly rained, nearly snowed
and for a couple of seconds
the sun nearly showed signs
of a minor breakthrough
I tapped on a window, took a step back
and braced myself
he was a bit more built
than hoped for
and his eyes hinted ...
688 reads
33 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Nov 2017 6:19pm
26th Nov 2017 6:19pm
Said a poet to another who deserved better
The juncture would be timeless
were it not for the starved eyes :
silent
like the bolt
of a crossbow
in flight
soft
like snow fall
on a windless
night
(())
I give up
but I don't
surrender
or want to
remember
anything past
a tiny
pink ribbon
were it not for the starved eyes :
silent
like the bolt
of a crossbow
in flight
soft
like snow fall
on a windless
night
(())
I give up
but I don't
surrender
or want to
remember
anything past
a tiny
pink ribbon
#winter
#MyInspiration
#myself #SelfReflection
#myself #SelfReflection
582 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Aug 2017 11:34am
24th Aug 2017 11:34am
Go slow sweet moon
Hardly worth writing
the bad days
when most every street corner
throws up someone
way worse off
It's said anyway
if your eyes are tuned in
Good thing
about between days
is as long as that moon
owns the sky
there'll be no tomorrow
*Title by Kexby*
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/245263-go-slow-sweet-moon/
for Jesta's comp "I dub thee" -take a title ( ask for it ) from a poet's poem and write a poem...
the bad days
when most every street corner
throws up someone
way worse off
It's said anyway
if your eyes are tuned in
Good thing
about between days
is as long as that moon
owns the sky
there'll be no tomorrow
*Title by Kexby*
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/245263-go-slow-sweet-moon/
for Jesta's comp "I dub thee" -take a title ( ask for it ) from a poet's poem and write a poem...
676 reads
23 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
17th Aug 2017 12:02pm
17th Aug 2017 12:02pm
Before the calm. ( collaboration with Jack Heslop )
Boil the blood, then drain the heart :
a sense of mist
a profanity hissed
a witch's brew to be dismissed
by all who'd loathe to tear apart...
a fair foul with fair force
[ you pluck the knife
slit the scar
add a splash of vinegar ]
2.
We climbed the fabled steps
and found nothing.
no gods, no men, just an old
and empty room. all too soon
those simple cries of agony
became howls of rage;
betrayed by hate
we found...
a sense of mist
a profanity hissed
a witch's brew to be dismissed
by all who'd loathe to tear apart...
a fair foul with fair force
[ you pluck the knife
slit the scar
add a splash of vinegar ]
2.
We climbed the fabled steps
and found nothing.
no gods, no men, just an old
and empty room. all too soon
those simple cries of agony
became howls of rage;
betrayed by hate
we found...
631 reads
15 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Jul 2017 9:10am
14th Jul 2017 9:10am
A memory escaped me, like many of its nature: a to b etc
The road forked
and we held hands
until the gap
between our paths
grew larger
than arms length
and we held hands
until the gap
between our paths
grew larger
than arms length
567 reads
33 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2017 6:32am
22nd Jun 2017 6:32am
Without borders
..and it applies
to people too", he said
"you'll see when you get older"
we got out of the car
me, with a bundle of clothes
under my arm
Aunt Lena
already had her front door open
could smell the gas cooker
heating the tea
and she wanted
to have it on the table
for when my Dad and me
sat down
I loved her for it
and I loved her
for the way she talked to me
despite the trouble
I was in
she winked at my Dad
looked at me
said "none of that...
to people too", he said
"you'll see when you get older"
we got out of the car
me, with a bundle of clothes
under my arm
Aunt Lena
already had her front door open
could smell the gas cooker
heating the tea
and she wanted
to have it on the table
for when my Dad and me
sat down
I loved her for it
and I loved her
for the way she talked to me
despite the trouble
I was in
she winked at my Dad
looked at me
said "none of that...
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18 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Sep 2016 2:53am
30th Sep 2016 2:53am
Sin of sixpence
Christy said
he'd felt like an old balloon
with a mild case
of deflation
you know
the progression of such things
will have it
a limp spent spectacle
til a pair of lips
blow some air back into it
I told him he was lucky
to have a pair of lips handy
went home
and watered the cactus
on the off-chance
it was sick for the want of it
and I hadn't noticed
he'd felt like an old balloon
with a mild case
of deflation
you know
the progression of such things
will have it
a limp spent spectacle
til a pair of lips
blow some air back into it
I told him he was lucky
to have a pair of lips handy
went home
and watered the cactus
on the off-chance
it was sick for the want of it
and I hadn't noticed
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45 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Aug 2016 5:12pm
10th Aug 2016 5:12pm
a quick dip into lake Beckett
671 reads
33 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
8th Jun 2016 4:08pm
8th Jun 2016 4:08pm
Fear of the bomb
I'd one arm around her
and one foot
in the door of a bunker
down town Nagasaki
where we split atoms
and gave organs away
with one eye on the sky
always on the sky
and one foot
in the door of a bunker
down town Nagasaki
where we split atoms
and gave organs away
with one eye on the sky
always on the sky
703 reads
32 Comments
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