Submissions by stevehawk
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Just been writing for 4 months, so be gentle with me.
SONG LYRICS
Published
5th Sep 2011 5:08pm
5th Sep 2011 5:08pm
Funky Junky
Funky Junkie
Legs all wonky
Walks like monkey
Oh, so spunky
Al Capone-y
Macaroni
Abalone-y,
Mascarpone-y
Robert De Niro
Al Pacino
Valentino
On screen heroes
Funky Junkie
Al Capone-y
Legs all wonky
Macaroni
Walks like monkey
Abalone-y,
Oh, so spunky
Mascarpone-y
Robert De Niro
Al Pacino
Valentino
On screen heroes
Funky Junkie
Robert De Niro
Legs all wonky
Al Pacino
Walks like monkey
Valentino
Oh, so spunky
On screen heroes
Al Capone-y
Macaroni...
Legs all wonky
Walks like monkey
Oh, so spunky
Al Capone-y
Macaroni
Abalone-y,
Mascarpone-y
Robert De Niro
Al Pacino
Valentino
On screen heroes
Funky Junkie
Al Capone-y
Legs all wonky
Macaroni
Walks like monkey
Abalone-y,
Oh, so spunky
Mascarpone-y
Robert De Niro
Al Pacino
Valentino
On screen heroes
Funky Junkie
Robert De Niro
Legs all wonky
Al Pacino
Walks like monkey
Valentino
Oh, so spunky
On screen heroes
Al Capone-y
Macaroni...
745 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Sep 2011 5:04pm
5th Sep 2011 5:04pm
The Old Lady
In a building across the street,
She sits by the window,
Day in, day out
Always by her lonesome self,
She waves at people
As they walk by,
Whether they see her or not.
Today
She waves at me,
I smile
And wave,
She smiles back at me
It was one of the
Saddest smiles
I’ve ever seen.
She sits by the window,
Day in, day out
Always by her lonesome self,
She waves at people
As they walk by,
Whether they see her or not.
Today
She waves at me,
I smile
And wave,
She smiles back at me
It was one of the
Saddest smiles
I’ve ever seen.
649 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Sep 2011 6:16pm
4th Sep 2011 6:16pm
I Forgot To Mention
My solicitor forgot to mention
What I told him to mention
Before my sentencing
And, I forgot to mention
During the sentencing
To mention
What I mentioned
Before the sentencing
What was my intention
To be mentioned
That he forgot to mention
So, now I have a long sentence
And I mean in my sentence
Not in this sentence
Due to my solicitor
Forgetting to mention
What I told him to mention
And only mentioned
After the sentence
That he forgot to mention
During the sentence
What I told him to mention
What I told him to mention
Before my sentencing
And, I forgot to mention
During the sentencing
To mention
What I mentioned
Before the sentencing
What was my intention
To be mentioned
That he forgot to mention
So, now I have a long sentence
And I mean in my sentence
Not in this sentence
Due to my solicitor
Forgetting to mention
What I told him to mention
And only mentioned
After the sentence
That he forgot to mention
During the sentence
What I told him to mention
627 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
4th Sep 2011 6:11pm
4th Sep 2011 6:11pm
The End
The tale of us is at an end
and now all that is left
Is a sad, slow denouement
the dance of love bereft.
All the crises have been resolved
the plot, once thick, has thinned.
Our sets dismantled, stage empty,
because we’ve reached the end.
Our love was but a fantasy
of rainbows and moonbeams,
A dream rent by reality;
loves’ seldom what it seems.
The curtain on our play has closed,
now we play other parts;
Picking up the bits and pieces
left of our shattered hearts.
and now all that is left
Is a sad, slow denouement
the dance of love bereft.
All the crises have been resolved
the plot, once thick, has thinned.
Our sets dismantled, stage empty,
because we’ve reached the end.
Our love was but a fantasy
of rainbows and moonbeams,
A dream rent by reality;
loves’ seldom what it seems.
The curtain on our play has closed,
now we play other parts;
Picking up the bits and pieces
left of our shattered hearts.
665 reads
0 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Sep 2011 6:15pm
2nd Sep 2011 6:15pm
A Tiny Angel
There is a tiny angel.
Locked away.
Within a cage of ribs,
Next to my heart.
She whispers to me.
Endlessly.
Sweet endearments.
Promises.
Never to leave my side.
I ignore her.
But, she is not angry at me.
There is a tiny angel.
Locked away.
Within a cage of ribs,
Next to my heart.
She sings to me.
With a voice
Of pure sweetness and light.
I drown her
With rivers of alcohol.
I sting her eyes
With foul tobacco smoke.
I abuse her.
Yet, she continues her song.
There is a tiny angel.
Locked...
Locked away.
Within a cage of ribs,
Next to my heart.
She whispers to me.
Endlessly.
Sweet endearments.
Promises.
Never to leave my side.
I ignore her.
But, she is not angry at me.
There is a tiny angel.
Locked away.
Within a cage of ribs,
Next to my heart.
She sings to me.
With a voice
Of pure sweetness and light.
I drown her
With rivers of alcohol.
I sting her eyes
With foul tobacco smoke.
I abuse her.
Yet, she continues her song.
There is a tiny angel.
Locked...
712 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Sep 2011 6:12pm
2nd Sep 2011 6:12pm
The End
I’ve lived my life
In the only way I knew
Regrets?
I have a few
The women I’ve loved,
And the women I’ve lost
By god,
There’s been a few
The drinks I’ve drank
In the smoke hazed bars
They number a million
Plus a few
The fights I’ve had
And the foes I’ve made
I’ve no regrets
For their’s was due.
.
To the friends I’ve known
And the kids I’ve sown
Fond memories
I’ll remember forever
For the mistakes I’ve made
And the wrongs I’ve done
They are regrets
I’ll always rue
Now...
In the only way I knew
Regrets?
I have a few
The women I’ve loved,
And the women I’ve lost
By god,
There’s been a few
The drinks I’ve drank
In the smoke hazed bars
They number a million
Plus a few
The fights I’ve had
And the foes I’ve made
I’ve no regrets
For their’s was due.
.
To the friends I’ve known
And the kids I’ve sown
Fond memories
I’ll remember forever
For the mistakes I’ve made
And the wrongs I’ve done
They are regrets
I’ll always rue
Now...
734 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
10th Aug 2011 9:09am
10th Aug 2011 9:09am
The End
The tale of us is at an end
and now all that is left
Is a sad, slow denouement
the dance of love bereft.
All the crises have been resolved
the plot, once thick, has thinned.
Our sets dismantled, stage empty,
because we’ve reached the end.
Our love was but a fantasy
of rainbows and moonbeams,
A dream rent by reality;
loves’ seldom what it seems.
The curtain on our play has closed,
now we play other parts;
Picking up the bits and pieces
left of our shattered hearts.
and now all that is left
Is a sad, slow denouement
the dance of love bereft.
All the crises have been resolved
the plot, once thick, has thinned.
Our sets dismantled, stage empty,
because we’ve reached the end.
Our love was but a fantasy
of rainbows and moonbeams,
A dream rent by reality;
loves’ seldom what it seems.
The curtain on our play has closed,
now we play other parts;
Picking up the bits and pieces
left of our shattered hearts.
681 reads
0 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
10th Aug 2011 8:46am
10th Aug 2011 8:46am
Last Night
In the street near the docks
She stands
Every night, same place
Beneath the amber neon glow
Of the solitary light
Tonight is cruel
It's teeming down
Cold unsympathetic rain
No umbrella, nor coat
Her wares of flesh
For all to see
She shivers, her hand
Fiercely grips the straps
Of her shoulder bag
She sobs, in dread
To the stirrings
Deep within her groin
The sleeping beast
Has awoken
Be patient, ssshhh
Wont be long now
Can't be long
It must be fed
Sated, sedated
She is a slave to the...
She stands
Every night, same place
Beneath the amber neon glow
Of the solitary light
Tonight is cruel
It's teeming down
Cold unsympathetic rain
No umbrella, nor coat
Her wares of flesh
For all to see
She shivers, her hand
Fiercely grips the straps
Of her shoulder bag
She sobs, in dread
To the stirrings
Deep within her groin
The sleeping beast
Has awoken
Be patient, ssshhh
Wont be long now
Can't be long
It must be fed
Sated, sedated
She is a slave to the...
866 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Aug 2011 5:28pm
9th Aug 2011 5:28pm
The Dark
Lying on my bed
In the dark
I have no fear
For I welcome
The dark
The black velvet
Envelopes me
Cocoons me
Soothes me
No ghosts, demons
Nor banshees’
In the still of the night
Permeate my darkness
For I’m not religious
I came from the dark
And I will leave
In the dark.
In the dark
I have no fear
For I welcome
The dark
The black velvet
Envelopes me
Cocoons me
Soothes me
No ghosts, demons
Nor banshees’
In the still of the night
Permeate my darkness
For I’m not religious
I came from the dark
And I will leave
In the dark.
755 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Aug 2011 5:04pm
9th Aug 2011 5:04pm
A Helmand Soldier
Here I am
In Afghanistan
To protect the people from the Taliban
But
The Imam
Laughs at me
Says
Stupid man
This
Is your Vietnam
You’ve been here now
Near 10 Ramadans
And
Still you cower
In your armoured vans
In Afghanistan
To protect the people from the Taliban
But
The Imam
Laughs at me
Says
Stupid man
This
Is your Vietnam
You’ve been here now
Near 10 Ramadans
And
Still you cower
In your armoured vans
665 reads
2 Comments
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