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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 the streets again
saw the gutted cars
vacant urban...
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 the streets again
saw the gutted cars
vacant urban...
63 reads
12 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
123 reads
24 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 here now
ya gurrier" ...
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 here now
ya gurrier" ...
151 reads
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
310 reads
45 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Aug 2016 5:12pm
10th Aug 2016 5:12pm
a quick dip into lake Beckett
283 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
267 reads
30 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Mar 2016 00:07am
28th Mar 2016 00:07am
Many moons ago [poetry for the cynic]
it's a hard-sold revolution
gone cold, for the want of a martyr
and not a colour left to die for
behold the centenary!
and we lined the streets
just like the others
lined them
for King George
gone cold, for the want of a martyr
and not a colour left to die for
behold the centenary!
and we lined the streets
just like the others
lined them
for King George
328 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Mar 2016 3:30pm
5th Mar 2016 3:30pm
..
never laid eyes
on her
never held her hand
or brushed her hair
or sat on a sofa
and hummed a melody
to her
while she fell asleep
in my arms
because
I've never
given
her mother
benefit
of the doubt
don't know I ever will
I think of her
at times
times which belong
in photograph
fourteen
so there's
no immediate plans
to throw her life
into disarray [/i]
on her
never held her hand
or brushed her hair
or sat on a sofa
and hummed a melody
to her
while she fell asleep
in my arms
because
I've never
given
her mother
benefit
of the doubt
don't know I ever will
I think of her
at times
times which belong
in photograph
fourteen
so there's
no immediate plans
to throw her life
into disarray [/i]
414 reads
42 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Feb 2016 10:57am
28th Feb 2016 10:57am
Space within - touhtiw emiT
ˇ)
and time
ain't no Robin Hood
wouldn't give it space on my wrist
because it cares for nothing
(ˇˇ)
She offered me space
and I refused
then she forced it upon me
so I filled it with anger
and drowned her
(ˇˇˇ)
look at it, fool
do you think ol' Mr Higgs
gives a fiddler's fuck
where the little hand points
and time
ain't no Robin Hood
wouldn't give it space on my wrist
because it cares for nothing
(ˇˇ)
She offered me space
and I refused
then she forced it upon me
so I filled it with anger
and drowned her
(ˇˇˇ)
look at it, fool
do you think ol' Mr Higgs
gives a fiddler's fuck
where the little hand points
319 reads
14 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Dec 2015 12:44pm
11th Dec 2015 12:44pm
Ripper
After your execution
i murdered myself
to avenge you
because somebody
needed to
and i had the element
of surprise
i murdered myself
to avenge you
because somebody
needed to
and i had the element
of surprise
479 reads
36 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Aug 2015 5:07am
21st Aug 2015 5:07am
Forty one hours in accident and emergency. a trilogy of musings
The guy who shuffles 'round corridors
needs help to find a restroom
then more to get back to his bed again
for the umpteenth time
could easily be perceived as scared
lonely, shagged, or all three
some look at him
like he's seven shades of crazy
..but not me
ii
a young mother breaks:
nuzzles her nose
to the curve of her child's neck
and takes to a quiet sob
before she can...
needs help to find a restroom
then more to get back to his bed again
for the umpteenth time
could easily be perceived as scared
lonely, shagged, or all three
some look at him
like he's seven shades of crazy
..but not me
ii
a young mother breaks:
nuzzles her nose
to the curve of her child's neck
and takes to a quiet sob
before she can...
442 reads
44 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
26th Jul 2015 6:38pm
26th Jul 2015 6:38pm
Atomic
She prays for me
and I, for rain
then, when it rains
it rains immaculate
and she is the snow
pure
soft, and driven
and she is the wind
that carries her kiss
which brushes my lips
so I can taste her
on the tip of tongue
and she
is the flying fortress
which carries the bomb
and yes
her hair is beautiful
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/suggestions/read/8318/#309639
and I, for rain
then, when it rains
it rains immaculate
and she is the snow
pure
soft, and driven
and she is the wind
that carries her kiss
which brushes my lips
so I can taste her
on the tip of tongue
and she
is the flying fortress
which carries the bomb
and yes
her hair is beautiful
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/suggestions/read/8318/#309639
478 reads
40 Comments
Poetry by lepperochan (Craic-in-a-box)