Submissions by troutmaskreplica
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
peter hall trout mask replica
LOVE POEM
Published
13th Jan 2013 11:40am
13th Jan 2013 11:40am
Grandma
My Grandma was a lovely girl
tea cosy on head and strings of pearl
what made her so bloody grand
was that she was never bland
laughe n smiled all day long
to that Liverpool sixties song
The Beatles were in their essence
decade just beginning life was full of fun
Grandmother long widowed
with no other one
lived with brother Tommy no one else did seek
near John Lennon airport formerly known as ,Speke,
Turn in your grave lovely grandmother
you and Tommy not forgotten
though your bodies are now long dead and rotten
i cut your...
tea cosy on head and strings of pearl
what made her so bloody grand
was that she was never bland
laughe n smiled all day long
to that Liverpool sixties song
The Beatles were in their essence
decade just beginning life was full of fun
Grandmother long widowed
with no other one
lived with brother Tommy no one else did seek
near John Lennon airport formerly known as ,Speke,
Turn in your grave lovely grandmother
you and Tommy not forgotten
though your bodies are now long dead and rotten
i cut your...
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STORY POEM
Published
29th Dec 2012 12:57pm
29th Dec 2012 12:57pm
SILENCE
It runs
like sand through fingers
deaf to all the mouths that speak
noise no more do i seek
rusty lighthouse men you had it right
far out at sea
just the birds and the rocks
no one to argue with
just ticking of clocks
Victoriana twinkling the piano
musty photographs from the empire
line the walls
quietness in your heart enthralls
for all is rained on outside
and all days glide
when as a boy i seeked solace and comfort from the gloomy world
you were there
beside me my friend
my only ally against the bitch...
like sand through fingers
deaf to all the mouths that speak
noise no more do i seek
rusty lighthouse men you had it right
far out at sea
just the birds and the rocks
no one to argue with
just ticking of clocks
Victoriana twinkling the piano
musty photographs from the empire
line the walls
quietness in your heart enthralls
for all is rained on outside
and all days glide
when as a boy i seeked solace and comfort from the gloomy world
you were there
beside me my friend
my only ally against the bitch...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Dec 2012 12:17pm
18th Dec 2012 12:17pm
all that is forgotten
For everything that is forgotten
there is that one memmory
that lingers
on that page or written in ozone layer
the woman named Shannon
such a sweet sensuous name
Words and sentences haunt your sleep
troubled signposts lay deep
in sub-conscious
blinded confusion
of Jehovas witness
blood transfusion
April darling warm my car
i need to venture out in the world
to get supplies
to keep us
warm
and
safe
in
our mountain hideaway
dont slide away from me
while i'm gone
jackaroo this cajun...
there is that one memmory
that lingers
on that page or written in ozone layer
the woman named Shannon
such a sweet sensuous name
Words and sentences haunt your sleep
troubled signposts lay deep
in sub-conscious
blinded confusion
of Jehovas witness
blood transfusion
April darling warm my car
i need to venture out in the world
to get supplies
to keep us
warm
and
safe
in
our mountain hideaway
dont slide away from me
while i'm gone
jackaroo this cajun...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Dec 2012 11:11am
14th Dec 2012 11:11am
Ghost visits
Blind
empty
bunker
and why you hate Cannes in the winter
December is September
as
SEPTEMBER EQUALS jUNE
from this silent room
empty
bunker
and why you hate Cannes in the winter
December is September
as
SEPTEMBER EQUALS jUNE
from this silent room
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
5th Dec 2012 1:35pm
5th Dec 2012 1:35pm
abide with me
hey man
dont fuck me up
your not like all the others
who discover to late what feelings are supposed to be
the crux of psychoanalysis
the bendings of words
to distort the truth
when
our
lips
should
be
locked
your lipstick should leave a mark
across my lips n soul
your smell
your eyes
the spleen is rotten in everyday life
i fall
in
love
to
easily
much to easily
for
my
own
good
and sometimes yours
So what will become of me
i will be nailed
to the
CROSS...
dont fuck me up
your not like all the others
who discover to late what feelings are supposed to be
the crux of psychoanalysis
the bendings of words
to distort the truth
when
our
lips
should
be
locked
your lipstick should leave a mark
across my lips n soul
your smell
your eyes
the spleen is rotten in everyday life
i fall
in
love
to
easily
much to easily
for
my
own
good
and sometimes yours
So what will become of me
i will be nailed
to the
CROSS...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
5th Dec 2012 12:04pm
5th Dec 2012 12:04pm
dust
We come from dust
return to dust
simple as that
i remember being on the bus in 1968
eccentric grandmother in tow
flowing with her talk and easy ways
and yes she loved me
talked of her love for me
bought me records she never understood
her grey hair was beautiful
and she always smiled
had a kind heart
she of a different era
took me to the wizards den
oh how real it all was back then
before the gun metal sky
closed in
return to dust
simple as that
i remember being on the bus in 1968
eccentric grandmother in tow
flowing with her talk and easy ways
and yes she loved me
talked of her love for me
bought me records she never understood
her grey hair was beautiful
and she always smiled
had a kind heart
she of a different era
took me to the wizards den
oh how real it all was back then
before the gun metal sky
closed in
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DARK POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2012 2:39pm
2nd Dec 2012 2:39pm
Far from crowds
Theres safety in this house
silence is all
and the dread of light
and its people who make you like this
the fear of work
the mixing of futile talk and monologues
spilling wastefully from lips
all the fall outs
Who has even read'The scent of Dried Roses
took it in
cared to understand it
known and understood them
just me it seems
no one else
forever alone
is it just me who really understands
no speaking please
its useless
silence is all
and the dread of light
and its people who make you like this
the fear of work
the mixing of futile talk and monologues
spilling wastefully from lips
all the fall outs
Who has even read'The scent of Dried Roses
took it in
cared to understand it
known and understood them
just me it seems
no one else
forever alone
is it just me who really understands
no speaking please
its useless
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
1st Dec 2012 12:44pm
1st Dec 2012 12:44pm
Asaucerfull of Secrets
A saucerfull of secrets
whispered in the moonlight
is all we have
between here and eternity
damnation
and
salvation
is all the same when it comes down to it
so share the secrets of your souls
you who are not mad
but sensitive
and you who see the light
shine
shine brightly
our lights are sometimes dimmed
and shut off
so quickly
seek the silence
reject the world
and its meaningless endeavours
to engulf you in its pit
just SHINE
whispered in the moonlight
is all we have
between here and eternity
damnation
and
salvation
is all the same when it comes down to it
so share the secrets of your souls
you who are not mad
but sensitive
and you who see the light
shine
shine brightly
our lights are sometimes dimmed
and shut off
so quickly
seek the silence
reject the world
and its meaningless endeavours
to engulf you in its pit
just SHINE
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Nov 2012 10:53am
23rd Nov 2012 10:53am
ENGLAND IS f**kED,AND WE ALL KNOW IT ANYWAY
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
21st Nov 2012 11:40am
21st Nov 2012 11:40am
hey honey
Hey honey
come into my arms
tell me you are the only one
who has my name
tattooed
on
your
inner thigh
your thorn rose
scratches my soul
The nights are long
and lonely without you
your musk fills the air
in my barren room
devoid of all hope
teachings
and scriptures
beano annuals read as kids are shit
Alf Tupper was never real
but what is?
Reality chokes ones desires
puts out the childhood fires
of believing every fucking thing your told
your daddy and mother
just
wish
to...
come into my arms
tell me you are the only one
who has my name
tattooed
on
your
inner thigh
your thorn rose
scratches my soul
The nights are long
and lonely without you
your musk fills the air
in my barren room
devoid of all hope
teachings
and scriptures
beano annuals read as kids are shit
Alf Tupper was never real
but what is?
Reality chokes ones desires
puts out the childhood fires
of believing every fucking thing your told
your daddy and mother
just
wish
to...
629 reads
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
20th Nov 2012 9:40am
20th Nov 2012 9:40am
Klaxon Days
Klaxon days
are candy days
without the stripes
the muted wind
that blows tree tops
down into the corner vision of your eye
Daylight cracking of torn windswept billboards
rain turning the day rusty
lights on at 3 in the afternoon
stuffed steamy shopping centre
of no hope people
yoga in coffee shops
and whiplash girls
in brothels
trying to be tender
are candy days
without the stripes
the muted wind
that blows tree tops
down into the corner vision of your eye
Daylight cracking of torn windswept billboards
rain turning the day rusty
lights on at 3 in the afternoon
stuffed steamy shopping centre
of no hope people
yoga in coffee shops
and whiplash girls
in brothels
trying to be tender
665 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
14th Nov 2012 10:57am
14th Nov 2012 10:57am
for all the Miss Havershams
For all you good ladies
who seem to have never loved
or felt passion
for the beast called man
who has let you down
left you in the lurch
with good children to look after
wear your brouges
wrap that shawl around your frail sholders
worrying about the gas fire
and how you will pay the bills
and know
that this man
understands
the sunshine
you desire
for i am the same
who seem to have never loved
or felt passion
for the beast called man
who has let you down
left you in the lurch
with good children to look after
wear your brouges
wrap that shawl around your frail sholders
worrying about the gas fire
and how you will pay the bills
and know
that this man
understands
the sunshine
you desire
for i am the same
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