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
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th May 2012 6:19pm
19th May 2012 6:19pm
I'm just passing the time
Who knows where time flies to when we're having fun?
at what point in the past is time gathered
and stored away into the huge pockets
in the jacket of this dimension?
or how long are its coat tails
dragging along the time spent
standing in ques or waiting
for the phone to ring?
Is there a grand hall that has on display
all the fifteen minutes of fame?
Or is time filtered of it's activities and recycled
among every living thing in the universe?
When time tells all, who does it speak to?
and where are...
at what point in the past is time gathered
and stored away into the huge pockets
in the jacket of this dimension?
or how long are its coat tails
dragging along the time spent
standing in ques or waiting
for the phone to ring?
Is there a grand hall that has on display
all the fifteen minutes of fame?
Or is time filtered of it's activities and recycled
among every living thing in the universe?
When time tells all, who does it speak to?
and where are...
1511 reads
32 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Apr 2012 8:33pm
22nd Apr 2012 8:33pm
Till death when they parted
you could tell the place was old
by the nicotine stains that showed through the light blue paint work
and the funky smell that all the detergent in the world
couldn't quite hide
I scanned the room to get an idea
of how long i'd be stuck in that death trap
see who the competition was
for the few doctors working the night shift
reckoned it was the baby girl breathing through a tiny oxygen tube
taped fast under her nostrils, but even if I was called before she was
I'd have given way in an act
I barely noticed the...
by the nicotine stains that showed through the light blue paint work
and the funky smell that all the detergent in the world
couldn't quite hide
I scanned the room to get an idea
of how long i'd be stuck in that death trap
see who the competition was
for the few doctors working the night shift
reckoned it was the baby girl breathing through a tiny oxygen tube
taped fast under her nostrils, but even if I was called before she was
I'd have given way in an act
I barely noticed the...
1453 reads
33 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
19th Apr 2012 11:05pm
19th Apr 2012 11:05pm
so you think you want to be an addict
So you think you want to be an addict
you want to wrap up caution and throw it to the wind
dive right in and make yourself at home
let's hope you can cope hell on your own
when you're trapped between a rock and a dark place
just wait 'till you see your face
cold eyes set in a sunken gaze with no trace of emotive spark
it'll always be dark when you enter a room
'cos you'll be the bringer of the doom and the gloom
So you think you want to be an addict
where one slip can send you...
you want to wrap up caution and throw it to the wind
dive right in and make yourself at home
let's hope you can cope hell on your own
when you're trapped between a rock and a dark place
just wait 'till you see your face
cold eyes set in a sunken gaze with no trace of emotive spark
it'll always be dark when you enter a room
'cos you'll be the bringer of the doom and the gloom
So you think you want to be an addict
where one slip can send you...
1844 reads
40 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
27th Jan 2012 2:44am
27th Jan 2012 2:44am
There's something about Emily
The light fragrance wafting out
as she brushes her long hair
or the look of mischief in her eyes
when she strides over
Or the way her denim skirt
rides up past the hemline of her tights
showing just enough curve
to warm the blood
or the attention of her lips
and her fingers as they move constant
Or the rise and fall of her breasts
and the subtle crack of vertebrae
as she arches her back
and bites her bottom lip
Or the lightening when her nails
dig into My shoulders
and she pulls...
as she brushes her long hair
or the look of mischief in her eyes
when she strides over
Or the way her denim skirt
rides up past the hemline of her tights
showing just enough curve
to warm the blood
or the attention of her lips
and her fingers as they move constant
Or the rise and fall of her breasts
and the subtle crack of vertebrae
as she arches her back
and bites her bottom lip
Or the lightening when her nails
dig into My shoulders
and she pulls...
1522 reads
33 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
24th Jan 2012 8:35am
24th Jan 2012 8:35am
Mon amour viennent coucher avec moi Read By Miss Indie
let them sigh hard with envy whenever they speak of us"
Come my love and die with me
let's leave this place this awful place
and all its scorn and all it's hate
behind us far behind us
come my love the hour draws near
a warmness wells inside
i see the ending in your eyes
don't fear my love i'm here
come my love and lie with me
lets face the sky and pick a star ...
Come my love and die with me
let's leave this place this awful place
and all its scorn and all it's hate
behind us far behind us
come my love the hour draws near
a warmness wells inside
i see the ending in your eyes
don't fear my love i'm here
come my love and lie with me
lets face the sky and pick a star ...
1639 reads
20 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Jan 2012 2:53am
16th Jan 2012 2:53am
A pair of eyes
1953 reads
33 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Dec 2011 11:33pm
5th Dec 2011 11:33pm
Don't wake me now
Given the chance
he would choose eternal sleep
but not death
death would end the affair
or at the very least cast doubt
on the continued rendezvous
no
sleep would be far more real
and eternal sleep would by definition
go on and on forever
sleep being the only viable portal
where his dreams are obtainable
a tangible reward spread even
through the towns and cities of the world
it's just the waking up part that's a drag ...
he would choose eternal sleep
but not death
death would end the affair
or at the very least cast doubt
on the continued rendezvous
no
sleep would be far more real
and eternal sleep would by definition
go on and on forever
sleep being the only viable portal
where his dreams are obtainable
a tangible reward spread even
through the towns and cities of the world
it's just the waking up part that's a drag ...
1632 reads
35 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
6th Nov 2011 11:07pm
6th Nov 2011 11:07pm
God's gift
The man's a fool
bleeding tears upon rosary beads
in a blacked out room
frightened to death of life
and all its living
"There's never a plague when you need one"
he mumbled while eyeing a young girl
through a hole in his curtain
"the whore" he spat
bleeding tears upon rosary beads
in a blacked out room
frightened to death of life
and all its living
"There's never a plague when you need one"
he mumbled while eyeing a young girl
through a hole in his curtain
"the whore" he spat
1355 reads
30 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Sep 2011 6:28pm
19th Sep 2011 6:28pm
De Ja Vu
You would think that at three o clock in the morning
someone would notice the boy bouncing the basket ball
and on closer inspection shudder at the black eye
or the swollen lip with hard blood left to linger
Then again maybe it is just as-well no one does
the kind of people knocking around the street now
are hardly the most maternal minded of people
waiting for a chance to share their love of Jesus
Me? well even if I could muster enough strength
to stagger over to the kid bouncing the damn ball
I would probably just be greeted...
someone would notice the boy bouncing the basket ball
and on closer inspection shudder at the black eye
or the swollen lip with hard blood left to linger
Then again maybe it is just as-well no one does
the kind of people knocking around the street now
are hardly the most maternal minded of people
waiting for a chance to share their love of Jesus
Me? well even if I could muster enough strength
to stagger over to the kid bouncing the damn ball
I would probably just be greeted...
1276 reads
17 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2011 4:37am
22nd Jun 2011 4:37am
look..see?
Its just a photograph
an old one
weathered by finger and eye
hospitable in so far as
it welcomes a gaze
and plays with imagination
a moment lost
but for the snap of a lens
and the time given
to ease it from the darkness
an old one
weathered by finger and eye
hospitable in so far as
it welcomes a gaze
and plays with imagination
a moment lost
but for the snap of a lens
and the time given
to ease it from the darkness
1285 reads
23 Comments
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