Submissions by socialflutterby (Germacide)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm not so much a writer more a reader but every now and then something happens
DARK POEM
Published
28th Jan 2015 8:42pm
28th Jan 2015 8:42pm
Cloak Of Death
Hub of activity
once it was
now silent and still
just because
The river still flows
and day turns to night
everything's well
nothing is right
People still talk
nothing is said
making that walk
filled with dread
Look the other way
yet somehow we see
the cloak of death
draped over thee
bird of the sky
you came so quick
no warning cry
silent and slick
pretend if you like
it'll always be there
the cloak of death
it's silent sneer
once it was
now silent and still
just because
The river still flows
and day turns to night
everything's well
nothing is right
People still talk
nothing is said
making that walk
filled with dread
Look the other way
yet somehow we see
the cloak of death
draped over thee
bird of the sky
you came so quick
no warning cry
silent and slick
pretend if you like
it'll always be there
the cloak of death
it's silent sneer
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Jan 2015 7:43pm
25th Jan 2015 7:43pm
Life
Life is happy, it's sad
...sometimes it's bad
It's an adventure
a thrill
and terrifying still
a journey
a game
it flows and
it ebbs
there will be high's
and low's
and nobody knows
laying in bed
mine's or your's
a plane crash
an overdose
on a beach in Spain
a bump to the head
a gunshot
a knife fight
drunk as a skunk
does it matter really
how it will end
don't wait
don't hate
the truth is my friend
it' a ride
that could see you
drown or choke
or...
...sometimes it's bad
It's an adventure
a thrill
and terrifying still
a journey
a game
it flows and
it ebbs
there will be high's
and low's
and nobody knows
laying in bed
mine's or your's
a plane crash
an overdose
on a beach in Spain
a bump to the head
a gunshot
a knife fight
drunk as a skunk
does it matter really
how it will end
don't wait
don't hate
the truth is my friend
it' a ride
that could see you
drown or choke
or...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Jan 2015 11:47am
25th Jan 2015 11:47am
(a brief note to the Should I, Could I Would I's)
everywhere we go
he would do this
she would do that
this isn't right
you shouldn't do that
if only you could
if only you would
because only you should
could I
would I
should I
this isn't right
you shouldn't do that
so many in life
say you
shouldn't do this
you shouldn't do that
why don't you fuck off
you ignorant twat!
I'm off to do what I
shouldn't do
when I do this
or even that
I will remember
your name
you ignorant twat
I will laugh
and I'll smile
for a...
he would do this
she would do that
this isn't right
you shouldn't do that
if only you could
if only you would
because only you should
could I
would I
should I
this isn't right
you shouldn't do that
so many in life
say you
shouldn't do this
you shouldn't do that
why don't you fuck off
you ignorant twat!
I'm off to do what I
shouldn't do
when I do this
or even that
I will remember
your name
you ignorant twat
I will laugh
and I'll smile
for a...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Jan 2015 10:48am
25th Jan 2015 10:48am
The Invisible Man
Go into town
what do you see?
shoppers rushing by
thoughts of dinner
and Friday nights wear
no time to stop
no change to spare
must hurry you see
there's a sale down there
Mother's rushing children
don't stare they say
for fear he will speak
and they might have to see
Office workers lunching
groups of girls
brunching
no time to stop
no change to spare
Stallholders holler
and the police come running
move along mister
your in the way
these good people here
don't need to see you
cup in...
what do you see?
shoppers rushing by
thoughts of dinner
and Friday nights wear
no time to stop
no change to spare
must hurry you see
there's a sale down there
Mother's rushing children
don't stare they say
for fear he will speak
and they might have to see
Office workers lunching
groups of girls
brunching
no time to stop
no change to spare
Stallholders holler
and the police come running
move along mister
your in the way
these good people here
don't need to see you
cup in...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
28th Dec 2014 11:22am
28th Dec 2014 11:22am
The Optimist
Tired and weary i lay before ye
holding onto the hope...
the hope...the hope..
is it just me who sees you?
is it? is it?
do they close their eyes to your being?
or do I just see what I need to?
who know's?
do they? do I ? the hope...
the hope...
holding onto the hope...
the hope...the hope..
is it just me who sees you?
is it? is it?
do they close their eyes to your being?
or do I just see what I need to?
who know's?
do they? do I ? the hope...
the hope...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Dec 2014 6:02pm
27th Dec 2014 6:02pm
No Greater Place to Go
There's no greener grass
fields of pure driven snow
Just a man on his own
with no-where to go.
There's no bright side
There's no greater good
Just a pauper on a path
with no-where left to go.
There's no hunger to feed
no desire to grow
just a poor man on the road
with no where left to go
I searched for greener grass
yearned for the bright side to shine
dreamed of fields of pure driven snow
pondered on the greater good
fondled my ambition
and found....
no greater place to go...
fields of pure driven snow
Just a man on his own
with no-where to go.
There's no bright side
There's no greater good
Just a pauper on a path
with no-where left to go.
There's no hunger to feed
no desire to grow
just a poor man on the road
with no where left to go
I searched for greener grass
yearned for the bright side to shine
dreamed of fields of pure driven snow
pondered on the greater good
fondled my ambition
and found....
no greater place to go...
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ANGER POEM
Published
20th Sep 2014 3:29pm
20th Sep 2014 3:29pm
The 45 and more
Westmonster lies and
tales of horror
we won't be put off
there's always the morra
a door has been opened
it shall never be closed
45 percent of our Scotland
want more
want better
that's what we chose
we chose hope over fear
justice for the poor
the tired
the silent weeping mothers
the unemployed nurses
the queues at the foodbanks
may very well rise
but when we come back
to take our country from the grip
of the greedy
westmonster cronies
that labour and lib dem
and tory fear train
you will hear us...
tales of horror
we won't be put off
there's always the morra
a door has been opened
it shall never be closed
45 percent of our Scotland
want more
want better
that's what we chose
we chose hope over fear
justice for the poor
the tired
the silent weeping mothers
the unemployed nurses
the queues at the foodbanks
may very well rise
but when we come back
to take our country from the grip
of the greedy
westmonster cronies
that labour and lib dem
and tory fear train
you will hear us...
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