Submissions by staggerlee (Paul Martin)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Jun 2014 4:20am
17th Jun 2014 4:20am
poetry
what are poems that nobody reads?
but withered autumn leaves that shrivel up and die
and must be consigned to the garbage can of the mind.
but withered autumn leaves that shrivel up and die
and must be consigned to the garbage can of the mind.
801 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Jun 2014 1:58pm
10th Jun 2014 1:58pm
The city darkens
Corpulent grey skies snare the dying sun.
Casting a somber complexion upon glass and stone.
The night is falling.
With pleasure seekers and secret rendezvous meeters,
Awakened from their slumbers.
I'll keep walking,keep walking until my feet start to bleed.
And my face is a mere illusion
I pass twitchy wizards and shadow sorcerers,
Selling chemical pleasure in plastic packets.
The eternal crawling cars and glassy eyed chattering hordes,
Do not see me do not notice me.
Even the...
Casting a somber complexion upon glass and stone.
The night is falling.
With pleasure seekers and secret rendezvous meeters,
Awakened from their slumbers.
I'll keep walking,keep walking until my feet start to bleed.
And my face is a mere illusion
I pass twitchy wizards and shadow sorcerers,
Selling chemical pleasure in plastic packets.
The eternal crawling cars and glassy eyed chattering hordes,
Do not see me do not notice me.
Even the...
662 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Jun 2014 5:05am
1st Jun 2014 5:05am
searching
these words may only be debris.
blown by the malstrom of my mind.
empty metaphors carried on the sea of obscurity.
fishing for fragile sentences to explain the thunder and the rain.
but are we not all in the same boat,
trying to scrape the facade
man has so cruelly painted.
our egotistical lies that we nourish.
find roots in fertile soil of our fears.
flourish and flower and become our reality.
blown by the malstrom of my mind.
empty metaphors carried on the sea of obscurity.
fishing for fragile sentences to explain the thunder and the rain.
but are we not all in the same boat,
trying to scrape the facade
man has so cruelly painted.
our egotistical lies that we nourish.
find roots in fertile soil of our fears.
flourish and flower and become our reality.
952 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th May 2014 3:16am
26th May 2014 3:16am
Shopping channel blues
(for those that can't sleep)
Ah jesus,I have wasted an hour of my life.
Watching this complete utter shite.
Empty words and pointless jokes
That slip and slide from greasy lips
With well oiled men in Armani suits
Who with lizard hands and pleading eyes
Wonder with deep sad surprise
That we can't survive,it's impossible to exist
Without this stylish diamond watch upon your wrist
And utopia can be a reality ;it's oooooooo so close,
It's just a credit number down a phone.
But all I really want in this precise moment of time,...
Ah jesus,I have wasted an hour of my life.
Watching this complete utter shite.
Empty words and pointless jokes
That slip and slide from greasy lips
With well oiled men in Armani suits
Who with lizard hands and pleading eyes
Wonder with deep sad surprise
That we can't survive,it's impossible to exist
Without this stylish diamond watch upon your wrist
And utopia can be a reality ;it's oooooooo so close,
It's just a credit number down a phone.
But all I really want in this precise moment of time,...
701 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th May 2014 5:52am
14th May 2014 5:52am
A lost kingdom
Down by the back of forgotten alleys,
Where only the lost may wander.
Behind boarded up red brick ruins
With graffiti walls and grassy driveways.
There's a canal,derelict and decaying,
It's water septic;toxic malevolence.
Armadas of ancient plastic bottles
Caught in stagnant slime green purgatory,
Black putrid moss is climbing up,
Crumbling cement walls.
Trying to escape it's wretched prison.
There noise somewhere;i turn to see,
A crow perched upon the lock.
It's claws sending flakes of mouldy paint,
To lie...
Where only the lost may wander.
Behind boarded up red brick ruins
With graffiti walls and grassy driveways.
There's a canal,derelict and decaying,
It's water septic;toxic malevolence.
Armadas of ancient plastic bottles
Caught in stagnant slime green purgatory,
Black putrid moss is climbing up,
Crumbling cement walls.
Trying to escape it's wretched prison.
There noise somewhere;i turn to see,
A crow perched upon the lock.
It's claws sending flakes of mouldy paint,
To lie...
845 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd May 2014 4:33am
3rd May 2014 4:33am
Instant Nirvana
Smokey clouds swallow the ghastly moon.
Making strange shadows upon the black tar road.
I hear a trickling stream
And rustling creatures beneath overgrown weeds.
I breathe deep the cleansing air,
The stillness is beautiful,
Too fragile for a fractured soul.
A car light intrudes and quickly fades.
I have a stone in my shoe.
And a battered ciggie in my pocket.
I'll keep walking,keep walking towards oblivion
Keep walking to where the world ends.
I'm neither lonely nor free; in a world of dreams,
Is this the only thing real?
...
Making strange shadows upon the black tar road.
I hear a trickling stream
And rustling creatures beneath overgrown weeds.
I breathe deep the cleansing air,
The stillness is beautiful,
Too fragile for a fractured soul.
A car light intrudes and quickly fades.
I have a stone in my shoe.
And a battered ciggie in my pocket.
I'll keep walking,keep walking towards oblivion
Keep walking to where the world ends.
I'm neither lonely nor free; in a world of dreams,
Is this the only thing real?
...
845 reads
7 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
18th Apr 2014 12:48pm
18th Apr 2014 12:48pm
A poem in which to weep
I weep for her and for the world,
and those joyous eyes,
that have yet to bear witness
to the hypocrisy and the lies.
I weep for them that cannot be,
who hide their light
beneath a blanket of memories.
I weep for them that fight their being.
who drink and snort,
and are full of rage.
how I wish they could fall
beneath Krishna's tranquil gaze
I weep for them that cannot see,
the futility of their own majesty.
they are thieves of mind,
gangsters of the soul.
just let them be
and find your own...
and those joyous eyes,
that have yet to bear witness
to the hypocrisy and the lies.
I weep for them that cannot be,
who hide their light
beneath a blanket of memories.
I weep for them that fight their being.
who drink and snort,
and are full of rage.
how I wish they could fall
beneath Krishna's tranquil gaze
I weep for them that cannot see,
the futility of their own majesty.
they are thieves of mind,
gangsters of the soul.
just let them be
and find your own...
732 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Apr 2014 3:35am
13th Apr 2014 3:35am
sounds of the city
the city rattling
feet trampling
faces focusing
engines purring
drivers sighing
music drifting
ads whoring
johns buying
click clack
shoppers yapping
money swearing
tills ringing
workers wishing
cameras spinning
wealthy plotting
and me
weeping for eternity.
feet trampling
faces focusing
engines purring
drivers sighing
music drifting
ads whoring
johns buying
click clack
shoppers yapping
money swearing
tills ringing
workers wishing
cameras spinning
wealthy plotting
and me
weeping for eternity.
604 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Apr 2014 4:52am
10th Apr 2014 4:52am
The money game
Are you one of those?
Does God shine a silver light upon you?
Do you walk upon golden roads?
Middle class and free.
Is the best way to be.
For he throws rocks at me,
Infected me with rebel blood
And brain that see's too many trees
And not enough woods.
And why God have you
Given me a heart that burns,
That yearns for justice and freedom?
An anarchist spirit within my bones.
I tried to follow party lines
And played along with the fools.
But anger seeped from every pore
As i watched monsters of men, ...
Does God shine a silver light upon you?
Do you walk upon golden roads?
Middle class and free.
Is the best way to be.
For he throws rocks at me,
Infected me with rebel blood
And brain that see's too many trees
And not enough woods.
And why God have you
Given me a heart that burns,
That yearns for justice and freedom?
An anarchist spirit within my bones.
I tried to follow party lines
And played along with the fools.
But anger seeped from every pore
As i watched monsters of men, ...
727 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Mar 2014 4:14am
21st Mar 2014 4:14am
we the people
Here i stand now, waiting patiently in a supermarket queue.
There's a kid wailing from inside a stroller.
A fat man with a goatee on a double chin,
And a belly the size of a mountain boulder,
Lifts the child to his shoulder.
There's a woman plastered in mascara,
With red ruby lips and a mobile phone.
The gum she chews is transferred to the trolley's bars.
A true daughter of America.
A group of girls dressed to the nines,
Laugh loudly with baskets of beer and wine.
The fat man cuddles the child and smiles...
There's a kid wailing from inside a stroller.
A fat man with a goatee on a double chin,
And a belly the size of a mountain boulder,
Lifts the child to his shoulder.
There's a woman plastered in mascara,
With red ruby lips and a mobile phone.
The gum she chews is transferred to the trolley's bars.
A true daughter of America.
A group of girls dressed to the nines,
Laugh loudly with baskets of beer and wine.
The fat man cuddles the child and smiles...
825 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Feb 2014 7:54am
26th Feb 2014 7:54am
FOBBIDDEN LAKE
Down by the forbidden lake
Where we once laughed and played
And flung our fragile bodies through the air
Somersaulting and dive bombing into that watery womb
Then lying on silky grass
squelching mud between our toes
And making shapes from endless clouds
But them days are gone
Them days beneath the sun
Now concrete posts stand like soviet border guards
and barb wire fences scream "thy shall not pass"
Where we once laughed and played
And flung our fragile bodies through the air
Somersaulting and dive bombing into that watery womb
Then lying on silky grass
squelching mud between our toes
And making shapes from endless clouds
But them days are gone
Them days beneath the sun
Now concrete posts stand like soviet border guards
and barb wire fences scream "thy shall not pass"
635 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Feb 2014 11:49pm
17th Feb 2014 11:49pm
FlashBack
These memories are just phantoms
the dust of demons long since destroyed
why does the mind always betray
maybe this what it means to be human
they are the ashes of ancient ruins
from a long forgotten war
whose only spectator was me
the dust of demons long since destroyed
why does the mind always betray
maybe this what it means to be human
they are the ashes of ancient ruins
from a long forgotten war
whose only spectator was me
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