Submissions by lepperochan (Craic-Dealer)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
sometimes my head fights a civil war. I never know which side started it, or which side wins. but I know for sure it was hard faught other profiles which I write with: Muggle, and am part of team Poetcast Project
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]
2265 reads
44 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Feb 2016 10:57am
28th Feb 2016 10:57am
Space within - touhtiw emiT
(¡)
and time
ain't no Robin Hood
wouldn't give it space on my wrist
because it cares for nothing
(¡¡)
She offered me space
and I refused
then she forced it upon me
so I filled it with anger
and drowned her
(¡¡¡)
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
(¡¡)
She offered me space
and I refused
then she forced it upon me
so I filled it with anger
and drowned her
(¡¡¡)
look at it, fool
do you think ol' Mr Higgs
gives a fiddler's fuck
where the little hand points
1265 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
1899 reads
38 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...
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...
1405 reads
45 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 my tongue
and she
is the flying fortress
which carries the bomb
and yes
her hair is...
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 my tongue
and she
is the flying fortress
which carries the bomb
and yes
her hair is...
1536 reads
49 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
25th Jun 2015 00:11am
25th Jun 2015 00:11am
another attempt at a Triolet
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
..
1255 reads
29 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Apr 2015 8:38pm
29th Apr 2015 8:38pm
Baby all gone
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...
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...
1823 reads
44 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
16th Apr 2015 10:35pm
16th Apr 2015 10:35pm
Memoirs of a geezer: days of the dragon
It wasn't til I'd woken up
that the magnitude
of the conversation hit me
the local unit of flag-munchers
wanted to talk
on my own, at night, meet a car
it'll take me to a house.
great stuff
that the magnitude
of the conversation hit me
the local unit of flag-munchers
wanted to talk
on my own, at night, meet a car
it'll take me to a house.
great stuff
1233 reads
14 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2015 1:18pm
22nd Feb 2015 1:18pm
Coloured her pretty
She lay prostrate, subjugated
hand-painted, scarlet and purple
she glistened gratitude
where the candles cast their glow
and light danced a rieldans
around the ribbed remnants of play
that gave her bracelets to keep[/font]
hand-painted, scarlet and purple
she glistened gratitude
where the candles cast their glow
and light danced a rieldans
around the ribbed remnants of play
that gave her bracelets to keep[/font]
1452 reads
45 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
2nd Feb 2015 1:50pm
2nd Feb 2015 1:50pm
Formal request #129 week ending 25th
could you send someone down
to reach into him
and wrench the thing out by it's neck
then burn it between their hands
so it never comes back
back, to take the sharpness from his mind
or to haunt his eyes
or steal the step from his stride
god know's he's earned it
I mean, for the love of Christ
what's wrong with you all up there
he's been on his knees praying every Sunday
even knows your names by heart
or he used to anyway
to reach into him
and wrench the thing out by it's neck
then burn it between their hands
so it never comes back
back, to take the sharpness from his mind
or to haunt his eyes
or steal the step from his stride
god know's he's earned it
I mean, for the love of Christ
what's wrong with you all up there
he's been on his knees praying every Sunday
even knows your names by heart
or he used to anyway
1181 reads
27 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
17th Jan 2015 1:34pm
17th Jan 2015 1:34pm
Tri-flection
1.
I've been hunting the woods for words
but have snared only rabbits
where it’s venison that’s needed
because her emerald eyes
have scared all the deer away
2.
The days turn to night
long after clocks say they should
and every tock in-between
adds another knot
to a silken dream-catcher
3.
...
I've been hunting the woods for words
but have snared only rabbits
where it’s venison that’s needed
because her emerald eyes
have scared all the deer away
2.
The days turn to night
long after clocks say they should
and every tock in-between
adds another knot
to a silken dream-catcher
3.
...
1419 reads
31 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
17th Dec 2014 9:30am
17th Dec 2014 9:30am
Addiction: theory # 1141,63
take yourself back:
the first time
your father
scooped you up
by the armpits
and spun
around the room
you were terrified
when he put you down
your legs
couldn't carry you
how you laughed
and fell
got up
then staggered back
to be scooped
again
the first time
you'd kept your eyes open
remember when
you started to spin
on your own
what were you...
the first time
your father
scooped you up
by the armpits
and spun
around the room
you were terrified
when he put you down
your legs
couldn't carry you
how you laughed
and fell
got up
then staggered back
to be scooped
again
the first time
you'd kept your eyes open
remember when
you started to spin
on your own
what were you...
1420 reads
20 Comments
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