Submissions by staggerlee (Paul Martin)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Nov 2013 10:05pm
30th Nov 2013 10:05pm
THE MADNESS
on october the 6th a suicide bomber drove a jeep full of explosives into playground of elementary school in small village in northern iraq killing fifteen children,though it got little attention in mainstream media the images i seen on the net so appalled me i felt compelled to write a poem about it.
the children laughed and the children played
on another crystal clear sunny day
joyous cries filled the air
carefree times that are meant to be
but they did not see nor did not hear
the madness being screamed into the driver ears ...
the children laughed and the children played
on another crystal clear sunny day
joyous cries filled the air
carefree times that are meant to be
but they did not see nor did not hear
the madness being screamed into the driver ears ...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Nov 2013 6:19am
29th Nov 2013 6:19am
REVOLUTION BABY
IT'S REVOLUTION BABY"
so grab your shotgun
take your baseball bat
it's time to take these fuckers out
these corporate types
who think they shit bars of gold
smug bastards
who sell our lives
and trade our souls
on stock exchange floors
well you brainwashed the kids
enslave them in a consumer vision
and feed them television dreams
let them worship plastic stars with plastic faces
and with a smiling clown you feed the poor
with crap swept from the killing room floor...
so grab your shotgun
take your baseball bat
it's time to take these fuckers out
these corporate types
who think they shit bars of gold
smug bastards
who sell our lives
and trade our souls
on stock exchange floors
well you brainwashed the kids
enslave them in a consumer vision
and feed them television dreams
let them worship plastic stars with plastic faces
and with a smiling clown you feed the poor
with crap swept from the killing room floor...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Nov 2013 10:40pm
26th Nov 2013 10:40pm
OPIUM
Opium, I thought you were a princess
in long flowing dress
with pearls upon your neck
and tender hand to guide me
through life's twisting highways.
But you had me fooled,
you were a ten dollar whore
whose skin was sickly and white.
You are a liar and a thief
a fraudster of the cruelest kind.
Who you will beg borrow and steal
to feed her hungry desire.
When the claws have tightened
and there's no escape,
upon the road
only darkness awaits.
in long flowing dress
with pearls upon your neck
and tender hand to guide me
through life's twisting highways.
But you had me fooled,
you were a ten dollar whore
whose skin was sickly and white.
You are a liar and a thief
a fraudster of the cruelest kind.
Who you will beg borrow and steal
to feed her hungry desire.
When the claws have tightened
and there's no escape,
upon the road
only darkness awaits.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Nov 2013 2:53am
24th Nov 2013 2:53am
No redemption
I wander the hills
Where the wild winds blow
And curse the gods for their tyranny
Is their vengeance fair or just
For the lies i told
And names i curse
Now my feet are sinking in the mire
My heart is screaming
And my head is on fire
The whole world stops and stares
And whispers gently
There's no redemption here
Where the wild winds blow
And curse the gods for their tyranny
Is their vengeance fair or just
For the lies i told
And names i curse
Now my feet are sinking in the mire
My heart is screaming
And my head is on fire
The whole world stops and stares
And whispers gently
There's no redemption here
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Nov 2013 5:31am
19th Nov 2013 5:31am
The lake at night
I cast a tear,
For what is won and lost .
And all that lies in between.
I throw a stone,
Down to the deep.
Where fat plke
Cruise with murderous intent.
A midnight mist .
Descends from the heavens .
That crawls,
Like lazy apparitions,
Across torn moonlight reflection.
Them faraway trees,
are a sinister shape,
And the call of the wild
warns of crisis ahead.
Soon I'm swallowed .
By the spectral haze
Where the ghosts of the living
Talk to the dead
For what is won and lost .
And all that lies in between.
I throw a stone,
Down to the deep.
Where fat plke
Cruise with murderous intent.
A midnight mist .
Descends from the heavens .
That crawls,
Like lazy apparitions,
Across torn moonlight reflection.
Them faraway trees,
are a sinister shape,
And the call of the wild
warns of crisis ahead.
Soon I'm swallowed .
By the spectral haze
Where the ghosts of the living
Talk to the dead
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Nov 2013 3:52am
18th Nov 2013 3:52am
The wishful soldiers
Here they come,
Them wild eyed innocent boys
Marching down tree lined streets,
with guns aloft and terrified smiles.
The crowd cheers and spill their blood
And scream with patriotic delight.
But I feel isolated,
A stranger watching with alien eyes,
Wondering where are the rich man's sons.
The white shirt and silk tie brigade.
For they will be never on Baghdad lanes,
When the bullets starts to rain.
Now I know what it means;
when you got nothing but a pocketful of dreams.
Them wild eyed innocent boys
Marching down tree lined streets,
with guns aloft and terrified smiles.
The crowd cheers and spill their blood
And scream with patriotic delight.
But I feel isolated,
A stranger watching with alien eyes,
Wondering where are the rich man's sons.
The white shirt and silk tie brigade.
For they will be never on Baghdad lanes,
When the bullets starts to rain.
Now I know what it means;
when you got nothing but a pocketful of dreams.
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