Submissions by staggerlee (Paul Martin)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st May 2016 3:34am
21st May 2016 3:34am
They never told me
They came as dawn's fresh light fell upon the land.
With their hard hats and high viz jackets.
Busy men clamour and plot,
Measure and scratch,
Cigarette smoke floats up high.
They never told me.
Bulldozers and diggers,
In splattered yellow overcoats,
Sit patiently for ignition.
Waiting to devour.
They never told me.
Angry Chainsaws roar,
Felling arthritic trees
That tumble silently.
Only homeless jackdaws,
Screech resistance.
...
With their hard hats and high viz jackets.
Busy men clamour and plot,
Measure and scratch,
Cigarette smoke floats up high.
They never told me.
Bulldozers and diggers,
In splattered yellow overcoats,
Sit patiently for ignition.
Waiting to devour.
They never told me.
Angry Chainsaws roar,
Felling arthritic trees
That tumble silently.
Only homeless jackdaws,
Screech resistance.
...
701 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Apr 2016 5:10am
19th Apr 2016 5:10am
No casual strangers allowed
There she was, sitting beneath a decaying
Magnolia tree,
Whistling the lamentations of the discontented,
Absent-mindedly flicking empty beer bottles into an arsenic pool,
Hiding her soul from the pestilent sun
And the bitter hope of yet another false dawn,
I knelt beside her beneath the poc-marked
Black boughs.
And watched the ripples dying a painful death upon the stagnant water
So skillfully positioned by man's skeletal hand
I pleaded
" This is no place for one so young who has the privilege of time dancing...
Magnolia tree,
Whistling the lamentations of the discontented,
Absent-mindedly flicking empty beer bottles into an arsenic pool,
Hiding her soul from the pestilent sun
And the bitter hope of yet another false dawn,
I knelt beside her beneath the poc-marked
Black boughs.
And watched the ripples dying a painful death upon the stagnant water
So skillfully positioned by man's skeletal hand
I pleaded
" This is no place for one so young who has the privilege of time dancing...
1182 reads
11 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Apr 2016 4:13pm
5th Apr 2016 4:13pm
A short letter to Mr Donald Trump(campaigning Advice)
804 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Mar 2016 5:21am
18th Mar 2016 5:21am
Existence
Tarmac, traffic jams, the constant beat ,bloody robotic tune,
automobile cells, comatose faces, last stand, this subtle hate.;
frying intellect, counting money ,faraway fields, mind machinery,
comatose ,steering wheel illusions ,dream delusional ;cement and aluminium soothers,
we should be institutionalised left to play ping pong and getting two hundred volts on a daily basis,
and pumped full of anti fear anti hype anti consumerism drugs delivered intravenously,
daddy following daddy ,walking in straight lines, even the trees cant be bothered if you...
automobile cells, comatose faces, last stand, this subtle hate.;
frying intellect, counting money ,faraway fields, mind machinery,
comatose ,steering wheel illusions ,dream delusional ;cement and aluminium soothers,
we should be institutionalised left to play ping pong and getting two hundred volts on a daily basis,
and pumped full of anti fear anti hype anti consumerism drugs delivered intravenously,
daddy following daddy ,walking in straight lines, even the trees cant be bothered if you...
669 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2016 5:33pm
2nd Mar 2016 5:33pm
Financial centre
Who are these?
Pinstripe assassins,
That stride; self satisfied,
The world is theirs,
To do as they wish.
Sipping coffee,
From little white cups
Guardians of the system.
Soldiers of capital,
Unreal.
Pinstripe assassins,
That stride; self satisfied,
The world is theirs,
To do as they wish.
Sipping coffee,
From little white cups
Guardians of the system.
Soldiers of capital,
Unreal.
643 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Feb 2016 2:29pm
5th Feb 2016 2:29pm
A new day breaks
Horizon splintered Magenta and gray,
As darkness fades and dawn invades.
All is quiet upon threadbare streets,
With the conclave of Man
Dreaming matchbox dreams.
The fumes of day will descend,
With a sorrowful sun shedding the last of its tears
And all these thoughts,
Will be vanquished,
In a haze of striving and wishing,
And just not believing.
As darkness fades and dawn invades.
All is quiet upon threadbare streets,
With the conclave of Man
Dreaming matchbox dreams.
The fumes of day will descend,
With a sorrowful sun shedding the last of its tears
And all these thoughts,
Will be vanquished,
In a haze of striving and wishing,
And just not believing.
628 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Jan 2016 1:56am
13th Jan 2016 1:56am
Today is tomorrow ( repeat)
Sold my world on e-bay
Forty five euro
And a packet of crisps
All washed down
With a gallon of fermented piss
Manipulation
Capitulation
All the fuckng same
Comply they scream
This ain' t no middle class dream
No wishes filled around here
Concrete hard
Bad teeth and black fingernails
Clawing scratching
Fighting against inevitable truth
Destined for tower blocks
Swilling cheap lager and Mac shitty fries
...
Forty five euro
And a packet of crisps
All washed down
With a gallon of fermented piss
Manipulation
Capitulation
All the fuckng same
Comply they scream
This ain' t no middle class dream
No wishes filled around here
Concrete hard
Bad teeth and black fingernails
Clawing scratching
Fighting against inevitable truth
Destined for tower blocks
Swilling cheap lager and Mac shitty fries
...
824 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Jan 2016 2:46am
1st Jan 2016 2:46am
Don't let Babylon burn
Don't let Babylon burn,
Within her walls,
Upon her streets.
All wisdom shines.
Fight the rage sacrificing your soul,
Fight the world with all your might,
Fight to keep the the dream alive.
Let them crucify your generosity,
Let them sneer at your foolish ways,
You have your mind.
The pain it belongs to you,
It's yours to keep.
The oracles the bloody oracles,
Will choke on Delphian dust.
as best laid plans.
go up in flames.
Within her walls,
Upon her streets.
All wisdom shines.
Fight the rage sacrificing your soul,
Fight the world with all your might,
Fight to keep the the dream alive.
Let them crucify your generosity,
Let them sneer at your foolish ways,
You have your mind.
The pain it belongs to you,
It's yours to keep.
The oracles the bloody oracles,
Will choke on Delphian dust.
as best laid plans.
go up in flames.
724 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Nov 2015 5:02am
30th Nov 2015 5:02am
They lied to us
They lied to us,
from every pulpit virgin priests preached,
with fury and venom.
about sacrifice of doing the honourable thing,
for queen and country they spewed.
your duty is to later generations,
who would not forgive.
we would be the protectors of little states,
saviours from the the despicable Hun.
heroes going to war for this fair and pleasant land,
with God and the righteous on our side.
but what does all that matter now
as I lie here in a muddy crater
with blood seeping through my shirt
the rat-a...
from every pulpit virgin priests preached,
with fury and venom.
about sacrifice of doing the honourable thing,
for queen and country they spewed.
your duty is to later generations,
who would not forgive.
we would be the protectors of little states,
saviours from the the despicable Hun.
heroes going to war for this fair and pleasant land,
with God and the righteous on our side.
but what does all that matter now
as I lie here in a muddy crater
with blood seeping through my shirt
the rat-a...
727 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Nov 2015 3:34am
24th Nov 2015 3:34am
short way home
Evading feral branches and pools of
Stagnant stuff
I'm taking the short way home
Greasy grass and soaking anarchist weeds
Saturate my feet
I'm frozen to the bone
All to take the short way home
Through hawthorn trees With vampire's teeth
Whose thorns delight in biting soft
Drunken meat
Their existence justified
Beneath the silent moonlight
And soon I am out
Moaning bloodied and shivering
To start the long traipse through dank sludge of a muddy field
My shoes disappear beneath the...
Stagnant stuff
I'm taking the short way home
Greasy grass and soaking anarchist weeds
Saturate my feet
I'm frozen to the bone
All to take the short way home
Through hawthorn trees With vampire's teeth
Whose thorns delight in biting soft
Drunken meat
Their existence justified
Beneath the silent moonlight
And soon I am out
Moaning bloodied and shivering
To start the long traipse through dank sludge of a muddy field
My shoes disappear beneath the...
800 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Nov 2015 5:00am
7th Nov 2015 5:00am
The unseen
All is a portrait.
A masterpiece to persuade,
There is something more.
That intangible who inhabits silence.
Beyond our own rhetoric and the need to comply.
Triangular trees shedding forgotten leaves,
Rain dripping from naked branches,
And scurrying creatures who have only themselves to please.
Strange screeching of fleeing things,
Echo beneath the rising of a fulsome moon.
Absurd stars hang like stickers in the sky.
Glued on by some drunkard's hand,
In the splendour of this glory.
I think we need a new language.
Not these...
A masterpiece to persuade,
There is something more.
That intangible who inhabits silence.
Beyond our own rhetoric and the need to comply.
Triangular trees shedding forgotten leaves,
Rain dripping from naked branches,
And scurrying creatures who have only themselves to please.
Strange screeching of fleeing things,
Echo beneath the rising of a fulsome moon.
Absurd stars hang like stickers in the sky.
Glued on by some drunkard's hand,
In the splendour of this glory.
I think we need a new language.
Not these...
746 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Oct 2015 9:48pm
23rd Oct 2015 9:48pm
Whiskey and dark nights
empty headed
falling night
just me
and Jesus
drinking jack
both trying
to forget our name
both victims of the insane
sitting watching
soil turning to mud
rotting seeds
and black roots
we pray
the rain it never stops
in silence we drink
as black-hearted clouds
cries its tears
upon the wandering souls below
don't come here
looking for shelter from your sorrow
or forgiveness for your failures
our blood runs cold
just whiskey and water
flowing in our veins
and when the black sun
rises upon the...
falling night
just me
and Jesus
drinking jack
both trying
to forget our name
both victims of the insane
sitting watching
soil turning to mud
rotting seeds
and black roots
we pray
the rain it never stops
in silence we drink
as black-hearted clouds
cries its tears
upon the wandering souls below
don't come here
looking for shelter from your sorrow
or forgiveness for your failures
our blood runs cold
just whiskey and water
flowing in our veins
and when the black sun
rises upon the...
747 reads
4 Comments
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