Poems by staggerlee
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Jan 2018 7:16am
13th Jan 2018 7:16am
The apprentice alcoholic and the cheerful Nihilist
It's o' clock ,The clock ticks
A crisp packet screams ,A glass is clinked
There's a spider ,Motionless
On flowery wallpaper,waiting
Watching Dust cascade ,sunbeam existence,
I drink deep,just for a second it's gone
A blue lorry flashes by the window
The clock ticks,
"what's with all this moaning nowdays" he says
"All this hand wringing ,playing the crying game
Will not change the nature of the void"
He pauses,
Turns his eyes to a vacant heaven ...
A crisp packet screams ,A glass is clinked
There's a spider ,Motionless
On flowery wallpaper,waiting
Watching Dust cascade ,sunbeam existence,
I drink deep,just for a second it's gone
A blue lorry flashes by the window
The clock ticks,
"what's with all this moaning nowdays" he says
"All this hand wringing ,playing the crying game
Will not change the nature of the void"
He pauses,
Turns his eyes to a vacant heaven ...
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st Jan 2018 4:12am
1st Jan 2018 4:12am
Virulent Love
You're love is acid
Bubbling
From every pore
(scalding);
You are the angelic face
Of malignent venom
Infecting every cell
How I despise my
Treacherous lust
Body betrayer.
Decomposing
Your parasitic love
Devouring
I can not breathe
Nor see my light
Slowly darknen.
Bubbling
From every pore
(scalding);
You are the angelic face
Of malignent venom
Infecting every cell
How I despise my
Treacherous lust
Body betrayer.
Decomposing
Your parasitic love
Devouring
I can not breathe
Nor see my light
Slowly darknen.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Nov 2017 4:26am
26th Nov 2017 4:26am
Bus stop purgatory.
All is the rain,drenching
Bathing my bones
In icy dampness,
Wretchness compounded.
Dripping Leylandi frantically,
Conceive muddy pools.
Uncaring traffic
With dim melancholy lights
Skult on by,obedient.
All the world is foreboding
Apprehension suspended
In the swollen air,Negative ions
With primitive hands,tries to seduce
All is the rain,
I remember
Lying on sand
Idly caressing your thigh,
As we watched ...
Bathing my bones
In icy dampness,
Wretchness compounded.
Dripping Leylandi frantically,
Conceive muddy pools.
Uncaring traffic
With dim melancholy lights
Skult on by,obedient.
All the world is foreboding
Apprehension suspended
In the swollen air,Negative ions
With primitive hands,tries to seduce
All is the rain,
I remember
Lying on sand
Idly caressing your thigh,
As we watched ...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Jun 2017 1:16am
3rd Jun 2017 1:16am
On top of Sliabh Bannion
I can see it now
Through the dismal mist
Pass the sorrowful heather.
With it's impotent beige bloom
Mossy fungal stone
Strangled by ivy contagion.
Up above,
Jackdaws seeking justice
Squabble and shreik.
Each one with a crown of thorns.
I sit,
Beguiled by a simplistic beauty
Under a pitiful April sky.
Forgetting all the constructions of man.
Up here,
The foundations of convictions
Can start to shake.
I could easily slip
Into the rhythms of ancient silent prayers
And sing softly those tragic hymns, ...
Through the dismal mist
Pass the sorrowful heather.
With it's impotent beige bloom
Mossy fungal stone
Strangled by ivy contagion.
Up above,
Jackdaws seeking justice
Squabble and shreik.
Each one with a crown of thorns.
I sit,
Beguiled by a simplistic beauty
Under a pitiful April sky.
Forgetting all the constructions of man.
Up here,
The foundations of convictions
Can start to shake.
I could easily slip
Into the rhythms of ancient silent prayers
And sing softly those tragic hymns, ...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th May 2017 5:31am
14th May 2017 5:31am
Setting the day on fire
I want to burn the dawn,
Set the creeping mist ablaze,
Scorch the languid clouds.
Let the evil-headed crows,
Bear witness
Too the fire,
Melting this sanity.
I'm in to deep!!
The laughing form
Of a cartoon moon.
The clichéd bird song
With their dutiful chorus.
I'm in to deep to let go!!!!
Eager proletarians
With sad eyes.
Their hearts
A roaring inferno,
Stare vacantly
At a flashing red light.
They can't see me;
I'm in to deep,
Just a light shadow
Pouring petrol ...
Set the creeping mist ablaze,
Scorch the languid clouds.
Let the evil-headed crows,
Bear witness
Too the fire,
Melting this sanity.
I'm in to deep!!
The laughing form
Of a cartoon moon.
The clichéd bird song
With their dutiful chorus.
I'm in to deep to let go!!!!
Eager proletarians
With sad eyes.
Their hearts
A roaring inferno,
Stare vacantly
At a flashing red light.
They can't see me;
I'm in to deep,
Just a light shadow
Pouring petrol ...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th May 2017 2:34am
8th May 2017 2:34am
The non existence of a egotistical mind..
The Consternation of conscience,
Cannot defeat the ticking hands.
Nor the leaking life force from within.
So what's left?
To defeat nothingness, to grasp the universal void,
Or to succumb to ego and the glory of things,
The way modern hoovers makes us smile,
As if the Galaxies give a flying fuck,
What we chose.
Blinded by arrogance or misplaced hope we try,
To resolve our internal paradoxes
But even,
All the elegant words, written on a million pages,
Cannot capture simple beauty essence
of sapphire petals being...
Cannot defeat the ticking hands.
Nor the leaking life force from within.
So what's left?
To defeat nothingness, to grasp the universal void,
Or to succumb to ego and the glory of things,
The way modern hoovers makes us smile,
As if the Galaxies give a flying fuck,
What we chose.
Blinded by arrogance or misplaced hope we try,
To resolve our internal paradoxes
But even,
All the elegant words, written on a million pages,
Cannot capture simple beauty essence
of sapphire petals being...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Apr 2017 3:52pm
12th Apr 2017 3:52pm
Dreaming of Babylon
Kicking empty beer cans,
Down desolation roads.
Dreaming of Babylon ,
Of jasmine breezes
And mystic scents.
Of wild apple blossoms ,
In lilac orchards.
Trying to cleanse.
The wrenchness that.
Has corrupted my mind,
Poison pens,Truth defiled,
Cynical celebration,
Of pain endured,
Just;
The sheer ugliness
Of it all.
But Babylon still awaits.
Diamond streets , golden gates.
With laughter beneath,
A smiling sky,
And the gentle caress.
Of a true lover' s hand.
Down desolation roads.
Dreaming of Babylon ,
Of jasmine breezes
And mystic scents.
Of wild apple blossoms ,
In lilac orchards.
Trying to cleanse.
The wrenchness that.
Has corrupted my mind,
Poison pens,Truth defiled,
Cynical celebration,
Of pain endured,
Just;
The sheer ugliness
Of it all.
But Babylon still awaits.
Diamond streets , golden gates.
With laughter beneath,
A smiling sky,
And the gentle caress.
Of a true lover' s hand.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Mar 2017 4:02am
20th Mar 2017 4:02am
Questions
Where have all tne beauiful words gone?
The skipping rhythms,
Tangled in luscious forms,
That painted movies in our minds.
And does it matter?
If all that left is,
Weary eyed concrete spirits.
Slobbering over free verse confessions.
And what of us ?
Are we just a cliche?
A product of poetry stagnation.
Cowards who never hold anyone to account.
What child can recite a modern poetry line?
Is there a purpose to all this scribbling?
Free expression turns to vapour,
Under the heat of a questioning mind.
Maybe today is...
The skipping rhythms,
Tangled in luscious forms,
That painted movies in our minds.
And does it matter?
If all that left is,
Weary eyed concrete spirits.
Slobbering over free verse confessions.
And what of us ?
Are we just a cliche?
A product of poetry stagnation.
Cowards who never hold anyone to account.
What child can recite a modern poetry line?
Is there a purpose to all this scribbling?
Free expression turns to vapour,
Under the heat of a questioning mind.
Maybe today is...
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4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Jan 2017 12:28pm
25th Jan 2017 12:28pm
Life and death, the unseen battle,
Oh please sweet spirit child,
Take no heed of them grotesque trees.
Whistling desolation lullabies,
Nor the raggedy stars hanging
In a rotten purple sky.
Beckoning your name to land of the dead.
Oh sweet spirit child,
Look at the crumbling gravel beneath your feet.
The wind will blow, the crows entice,
And all roads will depart into a contorted mists,
There is no memories in these rivers of
Dreaming fogs.
Only fields of illusion green,
Oh please don't go sweet spirit child, ...
Take no heed of them grotesque trees.
Whistling desolation lullabies,
Nor the raggedy stars hanging
In a rotten purple sky.
Beckoning your name to land of the dead.
Oh sweet spirit child,
Look at the crumbling gravel beneath your feet.
The wind will blow, the crows entice,
And all roads will depart into a contorted mists,
There is no memories in these rivers of
Dreaming fogs.
Only fields of illusion green,
Oh please don't go sweet spirit child, ...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Jan 2017 6:06am
8th Jan 2017 6:06am
Trump times are a coming
these tyrants of men with fat belly eyes Infect our dreams.
Soulless sorcerers of threadbare promises.
Who masterfully manipulated the hopes
Of a disappointed people,
And we the demented fools believed,
Believed with all our hearts,
That they can turn our dusty tracks into roads.
Of shiny gold.
And soon beneath a cool winter's sky
A flock of black coated demigods will land and will grow fat and hungry,
as they try to swallow the world,
Their hidden hatred, faces within faces.
And we the blinkered fools cursed with...
Soulless sorcerers of threadbare promises.
Who masterfully manipulated the hopes
Of a disappointed people,
And we the demented fools believed,
Believed with all our hearts,
That they can turn our dusty tracks into roads.
Of shiny gold.
And soon beneath a cool winter's sky
A flock of black coated demigods will land and will grow fat and hungry,
as they try to swallow the world,
Their hidden hatred, faces within faces.
And we the blinkered fools cursed with...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Oct 2016 4:26pm
26th Oct 2016 4:26pm
The night is not for man.
Silhouettes of dancing trees
Parade their lunacy
Beneath the vigorous glory
Of a wholesome moon
Silence, that damn silence
Offends my senses
Even the grey Stagnant grass
Beneath cascading moonlight
Seem absurd
Only the darkness grows
With ceaseless Preaching
From devoted leaves
To the pagan spirits
Of wind and rain
And those westerly breezes
As the blackness caress my brow
This black tar road
Holds no fear
Watching the soft drops
Of delicious drizzle
Washing the mud
From my boots
The night is ...
Parade their lunacy
Beneath the vigorous glory
Of a wholesome moon
Silence, that damn silence
Offends my senses
Even the grey Stagnant grass
Beneath cascading moonlight
Seem absurd
Only the darkness grows
With ceaseless Preaching
From devoted leaves
To the pagan spirits
Of wind and rain
And those westerly breezes
As the blackness caress my brow
This black tar road
Holds no fear
Watching the soft drops
Of delicious drizzle
Washing the mud
From my boots
The night is ...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Oct 2016 6:09am
4th Oct 2016 6:09am
Packing it in
Modern poetry stinks,
It makes me nauseous
Until my guts hurt.
And I'm ready to spew.
Narcissistic self indulgent,
Belly button staring,
Woe is me,
Victim Delusional
Middle class angst.
My eyes bleed,
Only to turn back the clock,
To unread them poems.
About hard nipples and scrawny cocks
No rhythm no rhyme,
No function no form,
Oh were all to cool for that,
Puking words upon the page.
As if the reader will try and digest
The contents of their emptiness
I had enough,
No I don't want know about your...
It makes me nauseous
Until my guts hurt.
And I'm ready to spew.
Narcissistic self indulgent,
Belly button staring,
Woe is me,
Victim Delusional
Middle class angst.
My eyes bleed,
Only to turn back the clock,
To unread them poems.
About hard nipples and scrawny cocks
No rhythm no rhyme,
No function no form,
Oh were all to cool for that,
Puking words upon the page.
As if the reader will try and digest
The contents of their emptiness
I had enough,
No I don't want know about your...
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