Submissions by staggerlee (Paul Martin)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Oct 2014 2:42am
2nd Oct 2014 2:42am
universe
Out there
It's only
Emptiness
Infinite emptiness
Where Stars collide
And planets spin
Is there a God?
Above my head
Swimming in tides
Of space and time
The darkness
Holds her secrets
Unbothered by
The blindness of man
It's only
Emptiness
Infinite emptiness
Where Stars collide
And planets spin
Is there a God?
Above my head
Swimming in tides
Of space and time
The darkness
Holds her secrets
Unbothered by
The blindness of man
816 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Sep 2014 7:09am
27th Sep 2014 7:09am
wishing tuesday morning away
I wish those early morning birds
Would quit their fascist songs
That rouse me from my slumber
So I can follow the spider on the cobweb ceiling
Wondering when he gonna attack
I wish the shower wasn't so hot
I wish the soap wasn't so slippy
I wish the cereals weren't so sugary
I wish the car wasn't so filthy
I wish I was anywhere else but here
I wish the radio played decent songs
I wish my poems flowed like golden ink
That drip upon the eloquence of the finest silk.
I wish I could stop smoking ...
Would quit their fascist songs
That rouse me from my slumber
So I can follow the spider on the cobweb ceiling
Wondering when he gonna attack
I wish the shower wasn't so hot
I wish the soap wasn't so slippy
I wish the cereals weren't so sugary
I wish the car wasn't so filthy
I wish I was anywhere else but here
I wish the radio played decent songs
I wish my poems flowed like golden ink
That drip upon the eloquence of the finest silk.
I wish I could stop smoking ...
817 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Sep 2014 11:41pm
9th Sep 2014 11:41pm
Mass
The girl in front of me as tiny beads in her hair,
And giant silver earrings that swing through the air
Every time she bows her head in silent prayer.
Oblivious to everything in her sacred space.
A mother in a creamy check shirt,
Cradles a child to her chest.
As she whispers secret mantras to herself.
Of mary and the saints and good lord above.
The baby goos then falls contently asleep.
I'm glad it can't see what going on inside my head.
My mind is screaming your a conman a complete fucking fraud,
With the stench of hypocrisy seeping from...
And giant silver earrings that swing through the air
Every time she bows her head in silent prayer.
Oblivious to everything in her sacred space.
A mother in a creamy check shirt,
Cradles a child to her chest.
As she whispers secret mantras to herself.
Of mary and the saints and good lord above.
The baby goos then falls contently asleep.
I'm glad it can't see what going on inside my head.
My mind is screaming your a conman a complete fucking fraud,
With the stench of hypocrisy seeping from...
757 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Sep 2014 5:40am
5th Sep 2014 5:40am
plastic truth
we are all illusionists
creating masterpieces
of self-deception.
it's up to you to make the choice
whether there is any truth in all this hype.
those enticing beauties
on magazine covers,
ask just one question.
what are you worth?
because someone somewhere
as gotta pay.
creating masterpieces
of self-deception.
it's up to you to make the choice
whether there is any truth in all this hype.
those enticing beauties
on magazine covers,
ask just one question.
what are you worth?
because someone somewhere
as gotta pay.
635 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Aug 2014 2:58am
26th Aug 2014 2:58am
islamic state scum
this aint going to be a nice middle class poem
full of cosy and colourful metaphors
no,this is for islamic state scum
lower than a microbe crawling around a sewer rat's bum
they are not human,not even animals
parasites have qualaties that some may like
they are the black death virus
sweeping across a nation
narrow minded delusional fools
blinded by descrection of the holy book
slaughtering beheading crucifing peaceful civilians
sending infants and children to die upon frosty hills
their brainwashed minds taught to ignore ...
full of cosy and colourful metaphors
no,this is for islamic state scum
lower than a microbe crawling around a sewer rat's bum
they are not human,not even animals
parasites have qualaties that some may like
they are the black death virus
sweeping across a nation
narrow minded delusional fools
blinded by descrection of the holy book
slaughtering beheading crucifing peaceful civilians
sending infants and children to die upon frosty hills
their brainwashed minds taught to ignore ...
866 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Aug 2014 4:28am
21st Aug 2014 4:28am
i want my legs back
all i want is my legs back
you can stick your honour
and you can stick your glory
you can stick your medals
and your milatry parades
i make no excuses
for the courage that i lack
i just want my bloody legs back
i dont want to hear
about no moral high ground
how we were right
they were wrong
and how victory was almost won
but it was me that signed the form
it was me that made the choice
it was me that wanted to fight
it was me that drank the beer
who laughed and cheered
with the words of the...
you can stick your honour
and you can stick your glory
you can stick your medals
and your milatry parades
i make no excuses
for the courage that i lack
i just want my bloody legs back
i dont want to hear
about no moral high ground
how we were right
they were wrong
and how victory was almost won
but it was me that signed the form
it was me that made the choice
it was me that wanted to fight
it was me that drank the beer
who laughed and cheered
with the words of the...
689 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Aug 2014 2:35am
15th Aug 2014 2:35am
shooting to high
She had the brain the size of a planet
That lesser minds orbited like foolish satellites
And tongue that could dessicate a man's hope
As easily as slicing onions
Why she choose me and I her
Only those that studied
The chemistry of pheromones
And the laws that govern the physics of the soul
Could solve such a equation
She was no looker
With flabby thighs and small tits
And hair that danced to an independent beat
but her voice was nectar;golden syrup
To soothe the darkness of the empty...
That lesser minds orbited like foolish satellites
And tongue that could dessicate a man's hope
As easily as slicing onions
Why she choose me and I her
Only those that studied
The chemistry of pheromones
And the laws that govern the physics of the soul
Could solve such a equation
She was no looker
With flabby thighs and small tits
And hair that danced to an independent beat
but her voice was nectar;golden syrup
To soothe the darkness of the empty...
694 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Aug 2014 2:07pm
11th Aug 2014 2:07pm
Salvation Blues
You don't miss your papa
Until he is slamming the gate
You don't weep for your mama
Until she lying in the grave
You don't stop drinking whiskey
Until the funds have all gone
You don't pray to Jesus
Until there's something to be won
You don't laugh
Until you fall on to your face
And all of God's children
Carry a sack of chains
You don't sing,
Until your full to the brim
You don't feel free
Until your tied to a chair
In the county jail
You can't dream
Unless you sleep
On a bed of nails
O God what have...
Until he is slamming the gate
You don't weep for your mama
Until she lying in the grave
You don't stop drinking whiskey
Until the funds have all gone
You don't pray to Jesus
Until there's something to be won
You don't laugh
Until you fall on to your face
And all of God's children
Carry a sack of chains
You don't sing,
Until your full to the brim
You don't feel free
Until your tied to a chair
In the county jail
You can't dream
Unless you sleep
On a bed of nails
O God what have...
726 reads
9 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Jul 2014 10:58am
27th Jul 2014 10:58am
An anarchist heart
A anarchist heart,
see's no flaws.
for man was born,
true and free.
untouched
by wanton greed.
an anarchist heart,
see's only hope.
waiting for humanity
to arise from it's slumber.
and leave this sorry mess behind.
an anarchist heart
only wants only yearns for justice.
without any flag waving
or a brainwashed youth,
killing for a convenient truth.
whitewashed in a patriots cloak
and holy books.
for god is always on the victorious side.
from the oil men in texas ,
who wants...
see's no flaws.
for man was born,
true and free.
untouched
by wanton greed.
an anarchist heart,
see's only hope.
waiting for humanity
to arise from it's slumber.
and leave this sorry mess behind.
an anarchist heart
only wants only yearns for justice.
without any flag waving
or a brainwashed youth,
killing for a convenient truth.
whitewashed in a patriots cloak
and holy books.
for god is always on the victorious side.
from the oil men in texas ,
who wants...
764 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Jul 2014 3:30am
16th Jul 2014 3:30am
Freemen have died
All the freemen have died.
committed suicide beneath a dollar sign.
and what are we left with now.
but hungry faces everywhere pleading look at me.
i'm special i'm really quite unique.
i have something important to say.
on how i loved and lost
and pain that it instilled in my heart
I grow weary my eyes heavy with grief of banality.
I tried to free my mind,
but my ass didn't follow.
mr smith was right,
when he said "we are all parasites"
devouring the earth,
for convenience sake.
and the stink of...
committed suicide beneath a dollar sign.
and what are we left with now.
but hungry faces everywhere pleading look at me.
i'm special i'm really quite unique.
i have something important to say.
on how i loved and lost
and pain that it instilled in my heart
I grow weary my eyes heavy with grief of banality.
I tried to free my mind,
but my ass didn't follow.
mr smith was right,
when he said "we are all parasites"
devouring the earth,
for convenience sake.
and the stink of...
644 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2014 11:59pm
22nd Jun 2014 11:59pm
DEADLY NIGHTSHADE
D on't do it
E ven the Gods will cry
A rt is only illusion
D espite your pain
L oneliness is human
Y ears melt to one
N o need to sip that cup
I nternal storms
G row into calmer seas
H earts that bleed
T ake time to heal
S hadows forever lurking
H oping to conquer
A nnihilation the only cure
D eath the final solution
E radicate their cruelty in the cool breeze of the dawning sun
(entered in acrostic comp)
E ven the Gods will cry
A rt is only illusion
D espite your pain
L oneliness is human
Y ears melt to one
N o need to sip that cup
I nternal storms
G row into calmer seas
H earts that bleed
T ake time to heal
S hadows forever lurking
H oping to conquer
A nnihilation the only cure
D eath the final solution
E radicate their cruelty in the cool breeze of the dawning sun
(entered in acrostic comp)
671 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Jun 2014 5:39am
21st Jun 2014 5:39am
the world is not for me
No, the world is not for me.
it is for suburban Hitlers
who indulge in protocol wars
and middle-class wives
in Camaro jeeps.
No, the world is not for me
but for trendy young things
and stylish hipsters.
It is for politicians
who will caress your prejudices into a vote.
Or for doctors with dollar sign ethics
and wallet surgeons who sign insurance plans.
Or those sad soldiers that fall to their knees before a flag,
who believe killing strangers abroad will set us free.
No, the world is not for me.
who should...
it is for suburban Hitlers
who indulge in protocol wars
and middle-class wives
in Camaro jeeps.
No, the world is not for me
but for trendy young things
and stylish hipsters.
It is for politicians
who will caress your prejudices into a vote.
Or for doctors with dollar sign ethics
and wallet surgeons who sign insurance plans.
Or those sad soldiers that fall to their knees before a flag,
who believe killing strangers abroad will set us free.
No, the world is not for me.
who should...
866 reads
9 Comments
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