Submissions by staggerlee (Paul Martin)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Feb 2014 6:46am
15th Feb 2014 6:46am
removing the blinkers
who's left to lament the loss of this land
for we are only thieves
consumed by our world of make believe
television screens,scented face creams
plastic buddhas to morphine's sweet dreams
it's the law of jungle out here, eat or be eaten
no place to be honest or sincere, so sell sell sell
and don't waste my time if you can't watch the bottom line
so stuff your pockets with as much as you can
grab that penny from the baby's hand
the blood of the sacred is seeping to...
for we are only thieves
consumed by our world of make believe
television screens,scented face creams
plastic buddhas to morphine's sweet dreams
it's the law of jungle out here, eat or be eaten
no place to be honest or sincere, so sell sell sell
and don't waste my time if you can't watch the bottom line
so stuff your pockets with as much as you can
grab that penny from the baby's hand
the blood of the sacred is seeping to...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Feb 2014 4:38pm
7th Feb 2014 4:38pm
TEARS
Tears that fall in silent rooms
seldom heal mortal wounds,
eyes that bleed infinite hurt
the emptiness of a sinklng gut,
and what of this God
who never answered me my prayers.
when barriers rise like mountains high
and world is entombed in darkness night,
that deep abyss carries no light.
but soon mother time will ease the pain,
and may the remedy be a soft spring breeze
and the caress of the gentle summer's rain.
so do not let grief be a jailer
or loss a prison cell.
for tears that fall in...
seldom heal mortal wounds,
eyes that bleed infinite hurt
the emptiness of a sinklng gut,
and what of this God
who never answered me my prayers.
when barriers rise like mountains high
and world is entombed in darkness night,
that deep abyss carries no light.
but soon mother time will ease the pain,
and may the remedy be a soft spring breeze
and the caress of the gentle summer's rain.
so do not let grief be a jailer
or loss a prison cell.
for tears that fall in...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Jan 2014 9:36pm
29th Jan 2014 9:36pm
The storm is coming
Darkness falls
the consumer of souls,
night in total gloom
as the last ray of light
dies like a flickering ember
that has no place to go
up above,psychic seagulls squawk excitedly
sensing electricity in the air
for the angry waves are coming
full of fury and destruction
heaving and sighing
seduced by the wrath
of driving eastern gale
the litter dances
in carefree joy
beneath sullen neon lights
swinging signs squeak
upon haunted deserted streets
all we can do is watch and curse
and let nature do...
the consumer of souls,
night in total gloom
as the last ray of light
dies like a flickering ember
that has no place to go
up above,psychic seagulls squawk excitedly
sensing electricity in the air
for the angry waves are coming
full of fury and destruction
heaving and sighing
seduced by the wrath
of driving eastern gale
the litter dances
in carefree joy
beneath sullen neon lights
swinging signs squeak
upon haunted deserted streets
all we can do is watch and curse
and let nature do...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Jan 2014 11:22pm
26th Jan 2014 11:22pm
Broken
The winter's wind
Cleanses my face
And cut's the tears
From my eyes
I had plans
But you sat
In judgement
Of my feelings
Razor words
That left
Sceptic scars
which never heal
I bleed
Contaminated joy
Over unwashed
Breakfast bowls
Cleanses my face
And cut's the tears
From my eyes
I had plans
But you sat
In judgement
Of my feelings
Razor words
That left
Sceptic scars
which never heal
I bleed
Contaminated joy
Over unwashed
Breakfast bowls
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Jan 2014 5:56am
6th Jan 2014 5:56am
spoilt
we stood in freezing fields
with frost ripping our knuckles bare
blowing hot breath on to muddy hands
as we picked spuds from rock hard clay
and you say i'll never understand
we broke our backs carrying cement and bricks
up scaffold high, that relentless sun
never give us tuppence for our struggles
nor any shelter from our woes
and you say i'll never understand
we stood on production lines
just another cog,a disposable machine
our...
with frost ripping our knuckles bare
blowing hot breath on to muddy hands
as we picked spuds from rock hard clay
and you say i'll never understand
we broke our backs carrying cement and bricks
up scaffold high, that relentless sun
never give us tuppence for our struggles
nor any shelter from our woes
and you say i'll never understand
we stood on production lines
just another cog,a disposable machine
our...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Jan 2014 5:52am
1st Jan 2014 5:52am
Solace
I let it slip all ego and time
And all them filthy thieves of the mind
I'm immersed in the stars,
Seduced by the solitude of the moon.
Trapped in the void
Where only the truth survives.
Upon the gentle breeze
That is warm and blessed,
You can hear weary souls confess.
But there no deed to comprehend
Or try to understand,
For all beings are transient
And will surely die,
Only God is eternal
Hope the sun in the sky.
Tumbling down to a blissful sleep
With the cool grass
Soothing my feet.
And all them filthy thieves of the mind
I'm immersed in the stars,
Seduced by the solitude of the moon.
Trapped in the void
Where only the truth survives.
Upon the gentle breeze
That is warm and blessed,
You can hear weary souls confess.
But there no deed to comprehend
Or try to understand,
For all beings are transient
And will surely die,
Only God is eternal
Hope the sun in the sky.
Tumbling down to a blissful sleep
With the cool grass
Soothing my feet.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Dec 2013 1:41am
29th Dec 2013 1:41am
The bottom of the bottle
can you hear the sirens song
echoing at the bottom of the bottle
their plaintive cry seducing me to swirling tides
their only wish is to watch me perish
to crash upon perilous rocks
i must admit i get the thirst when my will is weak
and the burden is too heavy for my shackled feet
whiskey brandy tequila gin i drink them all
a beguiling tempress how can i resist that mournful call
echoing at the bottom of the bottle
their plaintive cry seducing me to swirling tides
their only wish is to watch me perish
to crash upon perilous rocks
i must admit i get the thirst when my will is weak
and the burden is too heavy for my shackled feet
whiskey brandy tequila gin i drink them all
a beguiling tempress how can i resist that mournful call
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Dec 2013 7:33pm
16th Dec 2013 7:33pm
THE BEST POEM EVER WRITTEN
i don't think i'm egomaniac
but this wilL be the best poem ever written
it's gonna be epic
forget your kubla khan's
and wordsworth's insufferable daffodils
swaying in the wind
this will blow your fucking mind
better than whiskey and coke combined
change your perspective
take you to higher plain
make you the de la lama of the soul
so get me my paper fetch me my pen
it's time to start it's time to begin
aaaahhh no aaaahhh fuck
i haven't a clue i'm completely stuck
but this wilL be the best poem ever written
it's gonna be epic
forget your kubla khan's
and wordsworth's insufferable daffodils
swaying in the wind
this will blow your fucking mind
better than whiskey and coke combined
change your perspective
take you to higher plain
make you the de la lama of the soul
so get me my paper fetch me my pen
it's time to start it's time to begin
aaaahhh no aaaahhh fuck
i haven't a clue i'm completely stuck
#rhyming
#funny
#WritersBlock #WritingPoetry
#WritersBlock #WritingPoetry
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Dec 2013 11:52pm
12th Dec 2013 11:52pm
Greed
never underestimate the greed of man
he'll grab a penny from a baby's hand
he'll grab a penny from a baby's hand
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Dec 2013 11:54pm
8th Dec 2013 11:54pm
THE UNFORGIVEN
what did you think?
what did you expect?
that I would fall too my knees,
in a humble mess.
that those crocodile smiles
and pitiful tears.
would make me forget,
them tobacco fingers squeezing my neck.
where was your sorrow?
where was your grief?
when you battered me senseless
to ease your relief.
and now you say that you have lamented
and guilt has got you tormented,
but you see I don't really care,
I can still feel the stitches,
where you opened my head
with the back of a chair. ...
what did you expect?
that I would fall too my knees,
in a humble mess.
that those crocodile smiles
and pitiful tears.
would make me forget,
them tobacco fingers squeezing my neck.
where was your sorrow?
where was your grief?
when you battered me senseless
to ease your relief.
and now you say that you have lamented
and guilt has got you tormented,
but you see I don't really care,
I can still feel the stitches,
where you opened my head
with the back of a chair. ...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Dec 2013 6:25am
5th Dec 2013 6:25am
The angel of the midnight moon
The angel of the midnight moon
Casts tranquail spells
On the silent stillness of the streets
As i wander down lonely lanes
My spirit fills with joyful flames
No prison cell nor rented shack nor a house upon hill
All I have is song for midnight moon
And pavement beneath my feet
I sing of squandered love and drunken nights
And words I failed to write
I know she listens for she's my friend
That angel of the midnight moon
Casts tranquail spells
On the silent stillness of the streets
As i wander down lonely lanes
My spirit fills with joyful flames
No prison cell nor rented shack nor a house upon hill
All I have is song for midnight moon
And pavement beneath my feet
I sing of squandered love and drunken nights
And words I failed to write
I know she listens for she's my friend
That angel of the midnight moon
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