Submissions by staggerlee (Paul Martin)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
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. ...
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. ...
1128 reads
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, ...
969 reads
2 Comments
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...
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...
725 reads
4 Comments
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...
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...
661 reads
4 Comments
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...
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...
743 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Sep 2016 5:40am
13th Sep 2016 5:40am
Utopian Visions
our true destination,
is written in the radiant mist
and song silently upon a silver breeze.
whispered harmonies weeping graceful melodies,
to the lost who cannot find.
we bathe in illusion that makes us visible,
and our hunger makes us sane.
Decorated by the benign,
That decant our life force
Upon the mundane.
We fade,
Slowly inextricably
masters of our own suffering,
Seeking nourishment from a mirage.
And the days turn strange.
with space and time being one in the same.
how can we dissolve the darkness?
if...
is written in the radiant mist
and song silently upon a silver breeze.
whispered harmonies weeping graceful melodies,
to the lost who cannot find.
we bathe in illusion that makes us visible,
and our hunger makes us sane.
Decorated by the benign,
That decant our life force
Upon the mundane.
We fade,
Slowly inextricably
masters of our own suffering,
Seeking nourishment from a mirage.
And the days turn strange.
with space and time being one in the same.
how can we dissolve the darkness?
if...
681 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Aug 2016 4:25am
25th Aug 2016 4:25am
The hanging tree
It stands silent now.
But for the wretched whispering,
From within it's wilting boughs.
No clammy hands,
Nor jaundiced face ,
Trying to grasp swinging rope,
No more praying to Jesus,
For that last ounce of diminishing hope.
They have long since past.
Them quizzical eyes,
Gazing at the tyranny of man.
Unfurling all his vengeful wicked ways.
What is left now?
Only the echos of mercy pleas,
And long forgotten phantom screams,
Rustling upon withering leaves,
Beneath the cool midnight moon.
But for the wretched whispering,
From within it's wilting boughs.
No clammy hands,
Nor jaundiced face ,
Trying to grasp swinging rope,
No more praying to Jesus,
For that last ounce of diminishing hope.
They have long since past.
Them quizzical eyes,
Gazing at the tyranny of man.
Unfurling all his vengeful wicked ways.
What is left now?
Only the echos of mercy pleas,
And long forgotten phantom screams,
Rustling upon withering leaves,
Beneath the cool midnight moon.
633 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st Jul 2016 11:48pm
31st Jul 2016 11:48pm
All Grown up
Flimsy dust,
Penetrates my horizon,
Floats across
My thinking,
Lost days,
Of nothingness
Acceptance,
Dilutes,
Internal dreams
Summer is gone
Everything turns
To squelchy muck
Of pointless wisdom
Delusional freedom
Enslavement,
Pay your
Fuckng bills
Empty pocket,
Glory,
Shackled to modernity,
I hate it.
Penetrates my horizon,
Floats across
My thinking,
Lost days,
Of nothingness
Acceptance,
Dilutes,
Internal dreams
Summer is gone
Everything turns
To squelchy muck
Of pointless wisdom
Delusional freedom
Enslavement,
Pay your
Fuckng bills
Empty pocket,
Glory,
Shackled to modernity,
I hate it.
704 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Jul 2016 1:15am
4th Jul 2016 1:15am
Fighting Rationalism
The rationalist must reduce,
It's in their nature.
Pragmatic logic insists,
On conformity of thought,
Anomalies will not be tolerated,
Measurable verifiable data,
Equations balanced,
Algorithms written,
Formulas deduced,
Universal laws obeyed,
But shadows still linger,
The face behind the face,
Unconscious chaos,
Irrational processes,
That feeds the soul.
Ah but we have no soul,,
For logic deems it thus,
No individual light,
Only predictable
Chemical reactions.
And biological impulses,
And...
It's in their nature.
Pragmatic logic insists,
On conformity of thought,
Anomalies will not be tolerated,
Measurable verifiable data,
Equations balanced,
Algorithms written,
Formulas deduced,
Universal laws obeyed,
But shadows still linger,
The face behind the face,
Unconscious chaos,
Irrational processes,
That feeds the soul.
Ah but we have no soul,,
For logic deems it thus,
No individual light,
Only predictable
Chemical reactions.
And biological impulses,
And...
887 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Jun 2016 3:21am
11th Jun 2016 3:21am
Summer Days
Masses of sunburnt grass,
Sway with delicate ease.
Seduced by the composer
Of the soothing May breeze.
Swallows parade,
Pirouetting,
Swooning,
With humpy gluttonous crows
Giving weary approval
From tops of telephone poles.
The summer silence,
Bestows dignity upon this land.
As downtrodden seeds,
And wild limitless weeds
Claim their ancient ways.
My mind is light,
To hot,to drunk,
To care about the darkness of man,
And all his little...
Sway with delicate ease.
Seduced by the composer
Of the soothing May breeze.
Swallows parade,
Pirouetting,
Swooning,
With humpy gluttonous crows
Giving weary approval
From tops of telephone poles.
The summer silence,
Bestows dignity upon this land.
As downtrodden seeds,
And wild limitless weeds
Claim their ancient ways.
My mind is light,
To hot,to drunk,
To care about the darkness of man,
And all his little...
661 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Jun 2016 4:56am
3rd Jun 2016 4:56am
Wobble wobble wobble
So I will begin where it begins.
Sitting on park bench.
Watching the lyrca clad brigade,
Huffing and puffing,
Red-faced and spluttering.
she came eclipsing the sun,
Freezing time and space,
I watched in awe, mesmerized
I like her optimism
Trying to outrun
A lifetime of pork pies and French fries ,
It seems like her ass.
Is a separate entity
Orbiting her waist,
Trying to escape
The gravity of being
I know it ain't right
To sit in judgement.
Of other peoples plight, ...
Sitting on park bench.
Watching the lyrca clad brigade,
Huffing and puffing,
Red-faced and spluttering.
she came eclipsing the sun,
Freezing time and space,
I watched in awe, mesmerized
I like her optimism
Trying to outrun
A lifetime of pork pies and French fries ,
It seems like her ass.
Is a separate entity
Orbiting her waist,
Trying to escape
The gravity of being
I know it ain't right
To sit in judgement.
Of other peoples plight, ...
586 reads
1 Comment
DRUGS POEM
Published
27th May 2016 5:46am
27th May 2016 5:46am
Salome of chapel Street
Salome of chapel Street,
Is trying to bridge the divide between the land and sky.
As she dances beneath the wrought iron clock,
Caught in a drug induced psychological loop ,
And her own internal Cosmic techno beat.
Her face shape shifts as her electrified
Cheek bones twitch ,
And drool slips from her pouting lips.
O salome of chapel Street,
Is your reflection your only friend?
Do you find sanctuary behind your Concrete curtain eyes?
As you slay the dragons of your mind,
O salome what betrayal Has fallen upon ...
Is trying to bridge the divide between the land and sky.
As she dances beneath the wrought iron clock,
Caught in a drug induced psychological loop ,
And her own internal Cosmic techno beat.
Her face shape shifts as her electrified
Cheek bones twitch ,
And drool slips from her pouting lips.
O salome of chapel Street,
Is your reflection your only friend?
Do you find sanctuary behind your Concrete curtain eyes?
As you slay the dragons of your mind,
O salome what betrayal Has fallen upon ...
746 reads
3 Comments
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