Poetry by lepperochan (Craic-in-a-box)
About Poet: whenever I talk to myself about myself, we disagree : he calls me an imposter I call him a zombie
Without borders
SELF POEM
Published 22nd June 2017 6:32am
..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" ...
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Sin of sixpence
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published 30th September 2016 2:53am
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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a quick dip into lake Beckett
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published 10th August 2016 5:12pm
too close too close TOO CLOSE crash-smashed to smithereens like hammer to tinned beans no not tinned papered brave brave papered beans, but not beans NOT BEANS nor paper un-tinned blanket warm pillow soft feather light cool breeze on face soft un-twinned not warm breath hot wet hot WHITE HOT Elphantine many thanks to the talented Kate for her reading
254 reads
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Fear of the bomb
LOVE POEM
Published 8th June 2016 4:08pm
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
235 reads
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Many moons ago [poetry for the cynic]
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published 28th March 2016 00:07am
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
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..
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published 5th March 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]
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Space within - touhtiw emiT
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published 28th February 2016 10:57am
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
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Ripper
LOVE POEM
Published 11th December 2015 12:44pm
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
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Forty one hours in accident and emergency. a trilogy of musings
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published 21st August 2015 5:07am
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...
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Atomic
LOVE POEM
Published 26th July 2015 6:38pm
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
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another attempt at a Triolet
DARK POEM
Published 25th June 2015 00:11am
and there is nothing set in stone
like trauma chiseled on a face
lacquered with blood and crushed bone
and there is nothing set in stone
like trespass of a special place
and there is nothing set in stone
like trauma chiseled on a face
..
like trauma chiseled on a face
lacquered with blood and crushed bone
and there is nothing set in stone
like trespass of a special place
and there is nothing set in stone
like trauma chiseled on a face
..
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Baby all gone
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published 29th April 2015 8:38pm
She doesn't really like to talk
not when everyone is circled around
trying to put words onto her tongue
but she likes to say "all gone"
and she's a fair understanding
of when to say it
like when she comes to visit
and turns off the tv, or my laptop
or takes the last cookie
she'll look right at me and say it
with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes
she can sound a sigh of resignation
before sleep binds her eyes closed
or when she needs to stop running
'cos the wind's blown her...
not when everyone is circled around
trying to put words onto her tongue
but she likes to say "all gone"
and she's a fair understanding
of when to say it
like when she comes to visit
and turns off the tv, or my laptop
or takes the last cookie
she'll look right at me and say it
with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes
she can sound a sigh of resignation
before sleep binds her eyes closed
or when she needs to stop running
'cos the wind's blown her...
457 reads
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