Submissions by zeek (Isaac Williams)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
26th Apr 2010 11:54pm
26th Apr 2010 11:54pm
carpet puppet
It had been given when there wasn’t much else needed,
presence filled the room,
on the first floor when at times, a man, scissors in hand
hides behind the door. a pattern consumed by the randomness of uneven footfall.
In the corner
held by a wall, an Open book shelved face down
unreadable,
an unusual type,
the time to turn without tearing would command softest touches
as mothers hands... as a beach towel on hot sand...
as sun kissed Snog.
presence filled the room,
on the first floor when at times, a man, scissors in hand
hides behind the door. a pattern consumed by the randomness of uneven footfall.
In the corner
held by a wall, an Open book shelved face down
unreadable,
an unusual type,
the time to turn without tearing would command softest touches
as mothers hands... as a beach towel on hot sand...
as sun kissed Snog.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Mar 2010 4:18pm
16th Mar 2010 4:18pm
Character
I locked a letter inside this poem, somewhere in the middle, you won’t find it with tricks or riddles,
readingtext bookswhile wandering the hills
Its just a letter, one alonetrapped thought, trapped in side this poem, recorded to be forgot,
I is waiting at the start if it should try to turn backand
at the end a bolder which will put a stop to that.
readingtext bookswhile wandering the hills
Its just a letter, one alonetrapped thought, trapped in side this poem, recorded to be forgot,
I is waiting at the start if it should try to turn backand
at the end a bolder which will put a stop to that.
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ANGER POEM
Published
15th Dec 2009 8:26am
15th Dec 2009 8:26am
(Being Taken for a ride) IN DHAKA
As the sun comes up
Time to reflect
polish the chrome
go looking for a tyrant, to sit above my tires
And point the way-
time to…
Hold on for my future today.
Three tires and must eat
I dangle my needs above my destination
keeping my cargo content
although they hold / sway
I also...
Hold on for my future today
For ever keeping this world turning
In time with my chains spin
will it ever turn for me?
Is there change coming…NO
I’m already under paid
Holding on for my future today.
Time to reflect
polish the chrome
go looking for a tyrant, to sit above my tires
And point the way-
time to…
Hold on for my future today.
Three tires and must eat
I dangle my needs above my destination
keeping my cargo content
although they hold / sway
I also...
Hold on for my future today
For ever keeping this world turning
In time with my chains spin
will it ever turn for me?
Is there change coming…NO
I’m already under paid
Holding on for my future today.
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STORY POEM
Published
13th Dec 2009 3:14am
13th Dec 2009 3:14am
DO IT ALL NIGHT LONG (please...)
My dream weave
I need your touch - your soft feel
Wrap me in a cover of darkness
Keep me warm
and concealed
And till day breaks, along with our bond
Missed for a second
but then forgotten.
I need your touch - your soft feel
Wrap me in a cover of darkness
Keep me warm
and concealed
And till day breaks, along with our bond
Missed for a second
but then forgotten.
728 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
27th Oct 2009 7:35pm
27th Oct 2009 7:35pm
underwater love
You cry’d so much it flooded our world
and washed away much of your soul
most valued traits evaporated
leaving us so lo, were high and dry
drowning in a salty sea
choking on tears of self pity
and all I can do, Is throw you a line
or two, and hopefully pull you back in Time.
and washed away much of your soul
most valued traits evaporated
leaving us so lo, were high and dry
drowning in a salty sea
choking on tears of self pity
and all I can do, Is throw you a line
or two, and hopefully pull you back in Time.
995 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Oct 2009 7:29pm
22nd Oct 2009 7:29pm
Building Blocks off Life
Not given half as much charm, as a child
in a missionaries arms
their silent screams fail to travel half as far
not stifled by war or famine
but the media,
who were the first to appetise their hunger with
the big…the bright
in their dim flickering light.
A broadcast to abacinate. catch an eye
take one, maybe on take two
blind eyes focusing on a world of half-truths.
in a missionaries arms
their silent screams fail to travel half as far
not stifled by war or famine
but the media,
who were the first to appetise their hunger with
the big…the bright
in their dim flickering light.
A broadcast to abacinate. catch an eye
take one, maybe on take two
blind eyes focusing on a world of half-truths.
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DARK POEM
Published
21st Oct 2009 9:36pm
21st Oct 2009 9:36pm
A Glazed gaze
At a world I look, Contained and framed
Seeing through the glass
But not past the Pane
A neighbour waves
Tourists walk past
Talk and laugh
But my gaze remains glazed
Until this gallery is closed
For Images take
More than they offer for loan
In a world that you cannot touch
Its time to draw the curtain
Seeing through the glass
But not past the Pane
A neighbour waves
Tourists walk past
Talk and laugh
But my gaze remains glazed
Until this gallery is closed
For Images take
More than they offer for loan
In a world that you cannot touch
Its time to draw the curtain
810 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Oct 2009 11:39pm
9th Oct 2009 11:39pm
Reborn at Dawn
Lying in my bed
all the clouds of yesterday filling my head
Realisations…of last night’s conversations
replace the peace of sleep
Lying to my self in bed
thinking of things
I could have said instead
Like I had a choice in controlling
the path of my voice
all the clouds of yesterday filling my head
Realisations…of last night’s conversations
replace the peace of sleep
Lying to my self in bed
thinking of things
I could have said instead
Like I had a choice in controlling
the path of my voice
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DRUGS POEM
Published
8th Oct 2009 11:39pm
8th Oct 2009 11:39pm
Any soap for this world
Saturday day night sights
Washed away with a pulling of a plug chain
And Sunday remains squeaky clean
Do Saturday night sights and society’s dreams
Flow together down the drain
With the kebabs
Chips
Ketchup dips and lost handbags
romance of
stags rutting for there slag’s
With the kicking punch of a stab
asking
Do you know who I am?
vessels bent double
by what they once contained
jewels left scattered
the town left splattered
and the streets weeper cry’s in vain
Washed away with a pulling of a plug chain
And Sunday remains squeaky clean
Do Saturday night sights and society’s dreams
Flow together down the drain
With the kebabs
Chips
Ketchup dips and lost handbags
romance of
stags rutting for there slag’s
With the kicking punch of a stab
asking
Do you know who I am?
vessels bent double
by what they once contained
jewels left scattered
the town left splattered
and the streets weeper cry’s in vain
786 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
8th Oct 2009 11:25pm
8th Oct 2009 11:25pm
in Times like these
Dark days are here
The tree waves goodbye to the summer sky
And sheds brown tears
branches bending, creaking hear its weeping
On the wind.
fully on show...
but away Out of sight roots gather stength,
can continue to grow
The tree waves goodbye to the summer sky
And sheds brown tears
branches bending, creaking hear its weeping
On the wind.
fully on show...
but away Out of sight roots gather stength,
can continue to grow
668 reads
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