Submissions by staggerlee (Paul Martin)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Dec 2014 6:41am
18th Dec 2014 6:41am
Walking Upon A Winters Dawn
decaying leaves
cling like strident parasites
on to barren boughs
a blanket of a forgotten summer
now lies rotting in a watery grave
potholes and puddles
it’s final resting place
the rising dawn grants me solace
and the promise of renewal
as i thread softly upon
slippery roads
with a fine coating
of frosty lace
the silence is pure
amid creaking crystallised trees
with their bare branches
exposing the anarchy of nature’s design
as the last of the stars begin to fade
and the sun is upon the...
cling like strident parasites
on to barren boughs
a blanket of a forgotten summer
now lies rotting in a watery grave
potholes and puddles
it’s final resting place
the rising dawn grants me solace
and the promise of renewal
as i thread softly upon
slippery roads
with a fine coating
of frosty lace
the silence is pure
amid creaking crystallised trees
with their bare branches
exposing the anarchy of nature’s design
as the last of the stars begin to fade
and the sun is upon the...
739 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Dec 2014 3:00am
12th Dec 2014 3:00am
ill fitting mask
i can see by your smile,
that you lost everything.
sacfriced your soul
and gained only emptiness,
no sunlight lingers,
only frost
and hardened stone.
i don’t believe that tough man’s act,
that don’t mess with me pose,
your words are shaped from a cowards tongue,
trying to gain some comfort
for the lost child that lies within.
i think you need to climb a mountain,
and scream at the stars
and embrace the joy of the rising dawn.
i hope one day you’ll sleep with a girl that will be true,
and you...
that you lost everything.
sacfriced your soul
and gained only emptiness,
no sunlight lingers,
only frost
and hardened stone.
i don’t believe that tough man’s act,
that don’t mess with me pose,
your words are shaped from a cowards tongue,
trying to gain some comfort
for the lost child that lies within.
i think you need to climb a mountain,
and scream at the stars
and embrace the joy of the rising dawn.
i hope one day you’ll sleep with a girl that will be true,
and you...
880 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Dec 2014 3:39am
7th Dec 2014 3:39am
EVERYTHING IS TEMPORARY
everything is temporary.
the future will be the past.
certainties turn to dust
and all you know will fade away.
the only thing left to show,
is a morbid mind
and echo of voices from long ago.
it’s time to expand,
for what is a revolution?
if you can’t sing or dance,
laugh or cry,
and slave to your greed
is no place to hide.
everything is temporary,
you know it be true.
the future will be the past.
certainties turn to dust
and all you know will fade away.
the only thing left to show,
is a morbid mind
and echo of voices from long ago.
it’s time to expand,
for what is a revolution?
if you can’t sing or dance,
laugh or cry,
and slave to your greed
is no place to hide.
everything is temporary,
you know it be true.
1084 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Nov 2014 3:07am
21st Nov 2014 3:07am
only truth
i want to write about life
the down and dirty
and how were fucked around
no more reading lies
and listening to naval gazing cries
the down and dirty
and how were fucked around
no more reading lies
and listening to naval gazing cries
613 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Nov 2014 00:24am
20th Nov 2014 00:24am
Public House Redemption
it’s pissing down,
in this god forsaken town.
tyres splash,
gutters heave,
and i lost two hundred ,
full house over full house.
what can you do?
the fucker didn’t even smile
as he racked in the cash.
gaudy christmas lights
and the smell of cheap fried food
don’t improve my mood.
i slip into the nearest pub
just to put space between
myself and my brain.
i ordered a pint. ...
in this god forsaken town.
tyres splash,
gutters heave,
and i lost two hundred ,
full house over full house.
what can you do?
the fucker didn’t even smile
as he racked in the cash.
gaudy christmas lights
and the smell of cheap fried food
don’t improve my mood.
i slip into the nearest pub
just to put space between
myself and my brain.
i ordered a pint. ...
708 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Nov 2014 5:32am
14th Nov 2014 5:32am
catholic black op
I once was employed in a Catholic condom company.
Making sure the heathens reap what they have sown.
We spend our days just sitting there,
With little sewing needles prone.
Making tiny pinpricks in the tips of rubber sheaths.
as we clocked out at the end of each shift.
We say a little prayer
"Praise the lord
And glory be,
May the sinners find God
In the custody courts,
And true salvation
In paying child support."
Making sure the heathens reap what they have sown.
We spend our days just sitting there,
With little sewing needles prone.
Making tiny pinpricks in the tips of rubber sheaths.
as we clocked out at the end of each shift.
We say a little prayer
"Praise the lord
And glory be,
May the sinners find God
In the custody courts,
And true salvation
In paying child support."
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Nov 2014 4:46am
9th Nov 2014 4:46am
nightime overload
i’m tired of being nice
of smiling and shaking hands
and clapping people on the back
my patience is wearing thin
i’m sitting at the kitchen table
lighting another cigarette
my second pack today
watching the moon
fall slowly below the hedge
and the stars making promises
they can’t keep
the silence is not my friend
tick tock bloody clock
my head postulates
anaylaises criticises
all the mundane lies
nobody cares about
thinking really is a fools game
taking you down strange lanes
with no warning signs
to say...
of smiling and shaking hands
and clapping people on the back
my patience is wearing thin
i’m sitting at the kitchen table
lighting another cigarette
my second pack today
watching the moon
fall slowly below the hedge
and the stars making promises
they can’t keep
the silence is not my friend
tick tock bloody clock
my head postulates
anaylaises criticises
all the mundane lies
nobody cares about
thinking really is a fools game
taking you down strange lanes
with no warning signs
to say...
712 reads
2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
4th Nov 2014 4:19am
4th Nov 2014 4:19am
American Gothic
They call me a doomsday day preacher boy
Who only wants is to see people die
They say that I should confess
That my life is a mess
And my head is real real gone
there's no time to repent your sins
Your gonna die with your kin
Can't you see the rapture is on it's way
I'll be celebrating at the end of days
hurricanes and tornados bound
Sinners savaged by Satan's hounds
rivers flowing with sinful blood
Pestilence and death
Swallowing the earth
in a mighty flood
I can hear them galloping...
Who only wants is to see people die
They say that I should confess
That my life is a mess
And my head is real real gone
there's no time to repent your sins
Your gonna die with your kin
Can't you see the rapture is on it's way
I'll be celebrating at the end of days
hurricanes and tornados bound
Sinners savaged by Satan's hounds
rivers flowing with sinful blood
Pestilence and death
Swallowing the earth
in a mighty flood
I can hear them galloping...
655 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Oct 2014 5:36am
29th Oct 2014 5:36am
Everywhere is nowhere
strange things ,
these weeds
worshipping,
upon the eerie breeze
with the moaning moon,
cursing savage eyes,
everywhere there is
vacancy,
acceptance ,
and the night is a bitch,
disposessed filty lies
holding on tight,
when then spiders
come out to play ,
and the morning dust,
never settles
as they laugh,
with their bellyfull of flies
and all you can do
is praise the glorious sun ,
tie your laces,
and begin a day again.
these weeds
worshipping,
upon the eerie breeze
with the moaning moon,
cursing savage eyes,
everywhere there is
vacancy,
acceptance ,
and the night is a bitch,
disposessed filty lies
holding on tight,
when then spiders
come out to play ,
and the morning dust,
never settles
as they laugh,
with their bellyfull of flies
and all you can do
is praise the glorious sun ,
tie your laces,
and begin a day again.
713 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Oct 2014 4:57am
24th Oct 2014 4:57am
Gambling man
i am a gambling man
broken by the world again
i’m not what i am
but who cares where i stand
jealous eyes and the lonesome rain
is all that i have for my eternal shame
with their swanky cars
ruby lips and thin cigars
happy people with happy lifes
parade like peacocks in their empires of lies
my sinful soul will never fail
i’m seldom wrong and i’m never right
so bound my feet and tie my hands
just throw me into a pit of fiery hell
and may jesus find it in his heart
to forgive my rotten soul tonight
broken by the world again
i’m not what i am
but who cares where i stand
jealous eyes and the lonesome rain
is all that i have for my eternal shame
with their swanky cars
ruby lips and thin cigars
happy people with happy lifes
parade like peacocks in their empires of lies
my sinful soul will never fail
i’m seldom wrong and i’m never right
so bound my feet and tie my hands
just throw me into a pit of fiery hell
and may jesus find it in his heart
to forgive my rotten soul tonight
740 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Oct 2014 5:54pm
19th Oct 2014 5:54pm
Pick a truth
there is my truth
there is your truth
there is six billion other people’s truth
there is jewish truth
there is jesus’s truth
there is krishna’s truth
there is shiva’s truth
there is kali’s truth
there is the buddha’s truth
there is mohammad’s truth
there is adolf hitler’s truth
and karl marx’s truth
i think i will get a spade
and bury my brain in a hole truth
there is our masters
who know best truth
and slaves and sheep who follow truth
and don’t forget the...
there is your truth
there is six billion other people’s truth
there is jewish truth
there is jesus’s truth
there is krishna’s truth
there is shiva’s truth
there is kali’s truth
there is the buddha’s truth
there is mohammad’s truth
there is adolf hitler’s truth
and karl marx’s truth
i think i will get a spade
and bury my brain in a hole truth
there is our masters
who know best truth
and slaves and sheep who follow truth
and don’t forget the...
914 reads
2 Comments
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