Submissions by scopow77 (Scot Powers)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
ANGER POEM
Published
5th Mar 2015 1:30am
5th Mar 2015 1:30am
Serfin USA
As I struggle for control
the voices start to grab a hold
daily forcing me to be
something that I just can't be
A violent act, compassionless
left dying on the street
lying in a pool of blood
ripe for news TV
Talking heads relay the tale
ramp up fear increasing sales
all the while those at the top
pray to god that it won't stop
For profits are the result
of thier plan to wipe us out
weaken the middle every day
till only serfs remain to pay.
the voices start to grab a hold
daily forcing me to be
something that I just can't be
A violent act, compassionless
left dying on the street
lying in a pool of blood
ripe for news TV
Talking heads relay the tale
ramp up fear increasing sales
all the while those at the top
pray to god that it won't stop
For profits are the result
of thier plan to wipe us out
weaken the middle every day
till only serfs remain to pay.
692 reads
2 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
24th Feb 2015 5:59pm
24th Feb 2015 5:59pm
The Cold Grey Dawn
The cold grey dawn
was setting in
shattered bodies
moaning wind
all that remained
were the cries
orphaned children
asking why
widowed mothers
take to the streets
must now provide
for families needs
while those who sit
in offices high
turn their back
on those who died
was setting in
shattered bodies
moaning wind
all that remained
were the cries
orphaned children
asking why
widowed mothers
take to the streets
must now provide
for families needs
while those who sit
in offices high
turn their back
on those who died
834 reads
10 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
19th Feb 2015 1:54pm
19th Feb 2015 1:54pm
Passing Fancy
Another sleepless night is spent
wishing to be with you
but knowing it won't happen
is really nothing new
A passing fancy nothing more
yet a hope was hung upon
the body language you displayed
stringing me along
It seems as though a year has gone
since I last held you
I wonder if you feel the same
When I'm not with you.
wishing to be with you
but knowing it won't happen
is really nothing new
A passing fancy nothing more
yet a hope was hung upon
the body language you displayed
stringing me along
It seems as though a year has gone
since I last held you
I wonder if you feel the same
When I'm not with you.
722 reads
8 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
18th Feb 2015 6:23pm
18th Feb 2015 6:23pm
Beneath my very feet
The over grown cavern
seemed to beckon me
the mystery , adventure
is what I really seek
to travel to a distant past
with out ever leaving
the comfort of my daily life
really appeals to me
For within a hundred steps or so
the darkness starts to creep
pulling out the shadows
revealing things to me
a broken pot, a lower jaw
many treasures do await
an arrowhead protruding
from a dented brass breast plate
Going a little farther
into the empty place
I find that I no longer
sense the steps I trace
how many came...
seemed to beckon me
the mystery , adventure
is what I really seek
to travel to a distant past
with out ever leaving
the comfort of my daily life
really appeals to me
For within a hundred steps or so
the darkness starts to creep
pulling out the shadows
revealing things to me
a broken pot, a lower jaw
many treasures do await
an arrowhead protruding
from a dented brass breast plate
Going a little farther
into the empty place
I find that I no longer
sense the steps I trace
how many came...
669 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
13th Feb 2015 7:04pm
13th Feb 2015 7:04pm
Tomorrow
moving slowly as I walk
through the darkened hall
voices seemed to call my name
beckoning from afar
are they really spirits
moved on to other plains
or is it creeping madness
insidious in its pace
the head aches started weeks before
but I will not let on
the fear that daily grips my soul
will it last for long?
my memories are fading
lost within a maze
a labyrinth of my own design
oh it feels so strange
The people I encounter
each and every day
some I seem to recognize
others just seem to fade
I can't...
through the darkened hall
voices seemed to call my name
beckoning from afar
are they really spirits
moved on to other plains
or is it creeping madness
insidious in its pace
the head aches started weeks before
but I will not let on
the fear that daily grips my soul
will it last for long?
my memories are fading
lost within a maze
a labyrinth of my own design
oh it feels so strange
The people I encounter
each and every day
some I seem to recognize
others just seem to fade
I can't...
695 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
12th Feb 2015 2:02pm
12th Feb 2015 2:02pm
Little whistle
The kettle started boiling
as our clothes fell to the floor
that little whistle blowing
as we sought each others love
You grasped, I probed
so willingly
we both fell to the floor
locked in sweet ecstasy
lust pushed love out the door
as our clothes fell to the floor
that little whistle blowing
as we sought each others love
You grasped, I probed
so willingly
we both fell to the floor
locked in sweet ecstasy
lust pushed love out the door
822 reads
4 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Feb 2015 2:05am
12th Feb 2015 2:05am
Rollergirl
Hey there sexy roller girl
you really drive me mad
with that tiny bodice on
racing around the track
The swirling mass of energy
goes swiftly round and round
yells and screams , and bloody knees
performing for the crowd
A once great game returning now
A ladies sport they say
but I've seen more contact there
than any hockey game.
you really drive me mad
with that tiny bodice on
racing around the track
The swirling mass of energy
goes swiftly round and round
yells and screams , and bloody knees
performing for the crowd
A once great game returning now
A ladies sport they say
but I've seen more contact there
than any hockey game.
727 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Feb 2015 00:15am
10th Feb 2015 00:15am
The Cold wet ground
Through the years
and through the tears
we suddenly come to see
the damage we've done
to all those someones
takes root and begins to feed
Waking at night
not just from fright
the cold sweat does remain
the shivers that climb
up and down your spine
a reminder of all that pain
The pain you inflicted
whilst still in your youth
as you struggled to live to a theme
stomping on feelings
of those already reeling
with only one foot in the ring
Oh you will suffer
I promise you that
as what comes indeed goes...
and through the tears
we suddenly come to see
the damage we've done
to all those someones
takes root and begins to feed
Waking at night
not just from fright
the cold sweat does remain
the shivers that climb
up and down your spine
a reminder of all that pain
The pain you inflicted
whilst still in your youth
as you struggled to live to a theme
stomping on feelings
of those already reeling
with only one foot in the ring
Oh you will suffer
I promise you that
as what comes indeed goes...
667 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Feb 2015 6:05pm
6th Feb 2015 6:05pm
Stained Carpet and an angry wife.
As I sat reading
one of the Bards tales
the laughter within me
could not be quelled
he wrote with authority
he wrote with some wit
his words seemed to match
with the joint I just lit
As I continued
to peruse the tale
a voice from the kitchen
slightly derailed
my narrowing focus
had suddenly gone south
it seemed that I now
had cotton in my mouth
I reached for the glass
beside on the stand
intending to quench
the thirst I now had
but not taking an eye
off the page before
I clumsily knocked ...
one of the Bards tales
the laughter within me
could not be quelled
he wrote with authority
he wrote with some wit
his words seemed to match
with the joint I just lit
As I continued
to peruse the tale
a voice from the kitchen
slightly derailed
my narrowing focus
had suddenly gone south
it seemed that I now
had cotton in my mouth
I reached for the glass
beside on the stand
intending to quench
the thirst I now had
but not taking an eye
off the page before
I clumsily knocked ...
761 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Feb 2015 8:05pm
4th Feb 2015 8:05pm
The Prophet
spreading division
spewing forth hate
an inferno was growing
instead of debate
unwilling to reason
unwilling to bend
he preached restoring
his view of the faith
it mattered not
whom he'd killed
or made to suffer
infidels they'd been
unworthy of life
in the creators grand scheme
they were lower than slugs
the vision he'd seen
attracted to him
were the lowest of low
the uneducated
would die for his cause
he peddled in hope
while selling his dream
taking out on the innocent
his satanic scheme...
spewing forth hate
an inferno was growing
instead of debate
unwilling to reason
unwilling to bend
he preached restoring
his view of the faith
it mattered not
whom he'd killed
or made to suffer
infidels they'd been
unworthy of life
in the creators grand scheme
they were lower than slugs
the vision he'd seen
attracted to him
were the lowest of low
the uneducated
would die for his cause
he peddled in hope
while selling his dream
taking out on the innocent
his satanic scheme...
706 reads
10 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2015 3:45pm
3rd Feb 2015 3:45pm
The secret
Standing tall
for all to see
majestic grace
reveal to me
the secret that
you hold so dear
the secret that
you hold so near
a mystery from ages past
that blooms as though
the day won't last
spreading out
into the world
loving embrace
needs no words
for all to see
majestic grace
reveal to me
the secret that
you hold so dear
the secret that
you hold so near
a mystery from ages past
that blooms as though
the day won't last
spreading out
into the world
loving embrace
needs no words
650 reads
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