Submissions by zenithquasar77 (Marcus cooke)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Pervair of witty ditty's and sublime rhymes...i also like cats.
SELF POEM
Published
29th Aug 2020 2:10am
29th Aug 2020 2:10am
"Generation Cool"
We failed to understand
The 90's!
"SUCKER PUNCH"
The 90's ended
And I'm not sure we cared.
"KICK IN THE THE BALLS
(10 POINTS)
Blur
Oasis
Britpop
And grunge
Blockbuster video's
painful memories
I managed to expunge.
"TELL IT LIKE IT IS"
Floppy hair.
Skater parks.
Signing on.
Discovering
Forgotten landmarks.
Four TV channels,
Shirts with flannels.
My first job
My first flat.
The politicians ...
The 90's!
"SUCKER PUNCH"
The 90's ended
And I'm not sure we cared.
"KICK IN THE THE BALLS
(10 POINTS)
Blur
Oasis
Britpop
And grunge
Blockbuster video's
painful memories
I managed to expunge.
"TELL IT LIKE IT IS"
Floppy hair.
Skater parks.
Signing on.
Discovering
Forgotten landmarks.
Four TV channels,
Shirts with flannels.
My first job
My first flat.
The politicians ...
#regret
#memories
#historical
#disappointment
#culture
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LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Aug 2020 00:22am
22nd Aug 2020 00:22am
"Street Pizza"
The first time I saw you
I could hardly look away"
HEADLIGHT'S LOCK!
"You changed my life"
BLINDING LIGHT!
"Fling yourself in my arms.
Let me hold you."
IMPACT!
"Let me kiss you".
FENDERS CRUMPLE!
"I feel dizzy.
Unable to breath".
SHATTERED SHARDS!
"This is forever".
TWISTED STEEL EMBRACE!
CRASH!
"My heart beats".
PLASTIC MELTS!
"Touch me".
FUSED TO SKIN!
"Breath me in". ...
I could hardly look away"
HEADLIGHT'S LOCK!
"You changed my life"
BLINDING LIGHT!
"Fling yourself in my arms.
Let me hold you."
IMPACT!
"Let me kiss you".
FENDERS CRUMPLE!
"I feel dizzy.
Unable to breath".
SHATTERED SHARDS!
"This is forever".
TWISTED STEEL EMBRACE!
CRASH!
"My heart beats".
PLASTIC MELTS!
"Touch me".
FUSED TO SKIN!
"Breath me in". ...
#love
#death
#cars
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Aug 2020 6:46am
18th Aug 2020 6:46am
"Graphic Violence"
I'm sure it was all a big joke?
Your hands round her neck
Sobbing as she choked!
I'm sure it made you feel like a man?
Knocking out her front teeth
Blacking up her eye
Rolling the dice
And casting the dye.
Stuttering on a word
That rhymes with "Mascari"
He pulls back his fist
Testing his theory.
He connect's with her jaw
With a sickening "crack"
Confirming the query
Of this inexcusable attack.
She's belongs to him
He does as he pleases.
He downs anouther can
As air escapes...
Your hands round her neck
Sobbing as she choked!
I'm sure it made you feel like a man?
Knocking out her front teeth
Blacking up her eye
Rolling the dice
And casting the dye.
Stuttering on a word
That rhymes with "Mascari"
He pulls back his fist
Testing his theory.
He connect's with her jaw
With a sickening "crack"
Confirming the query
Of this inexcusable attack.
She's belongs to him
He does as he pleases.
He downs anouther can
As air escapes...
#anger
#DomesticViolence
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SELF POEM
Published
18th Aug 2020 4:10am
18th Aug 2020 4:10am
"The Man with the Big Nose, Who Knows"
Like a car on a motorway
Its always coming at you !
Like a fucked sundial
It keeps perfect time.
Beleve me
I've heard it all before!
I may have the nose
the size of the equator. ..
But who else do you know who can
Use there nose
as a cliteral stimulator?
It's not the only part of my anotomy
That grows and grows and grows.
It's like french kissing
A deceving pinocchio
Underneath the mistletoe.
Like my Indian name
I guess it must remain,
As big as my...
Its always coming at you !
Like a fucked sundial
It keeps perfect time.
Beleve me
I've heard it all before!
I may have the nose
the size of the equator. ..
But who else do you know who can
Use there nose
as a cliteral stimulator?
It's not the only part of my anotomy
That grows and grows and grows.
It's like french kissing
A deceving pinocchio
Underneath the mistletoe.
Like my Indian name
I guess it must remain,
As big as my...
#parody
#funny
#confessional #SelfReflection
#confessional #SelfReflection
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DRUGS POEM
Published
17th Aug 2020 1:01am
17th Aug 2020 1:01am
"Motel Room"
Taste me...
The Motel carpet
Lies Stained with the scent
Of a thousand late nights.
Scared with cigurette burn's
Married to familiar odours
This room has seen
A lot ...if only it could talk!
Talk to me...
The phone sleeps on the table
A constant companion
Ever present
Always near.
It does not ring.
On the bed lies a body
It once laughed, sang and cheered.
Now it lies motionless
It's arm drooping from the confines of its peril ...
The Motel carpet
Lies Stained with the scent
Of a thousand late nights.
Scared with cigurette burn's
Married to familiar odours
This room has seen
A lot ...if only it could talk!
Talk to me...
The phone sleeps on the table
A constant companion
Ever present
Always near.
It does not ring.
On the bed lies a body
It once laughed, sang and cheered.
Now it lies motionless
It's arm drooping from the confines of its peril ...
#anxiety
#drugs
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Aug 2020 6:17pm
2nd Aug 2020 6:17pm
This Morning Mirror Obscured
The mirror stands obscured...
...I hate it.
"Good morning, good morning
Prepare for a day of bad news and shit coffee"
The daydreamer awakens
Delreium is a drunken fool.
Cast back this facade
And look inward,
The face strikes a pose
Its flesh appears old
And withered.
This Morning mirror stands obscured ...
...I hate it!
I'm getting younger everyday!
...I hate it.
"Good morning, good morning
Prepare for a day of bad news and shit coffee"
The daydreamer awakens
Delreium is a drunken fool.
Cast back this facade
And look inward,
The face strikes a pose
Its flesh appears old
And withered.
This Morning mirror stands obscured ...
...I hate it!
I'm getting younger everyday!
#anxiety
#dreams
#morning
#sleep
#aging
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st Aug 2020 1:57am
1st Aug 2020 1:57am
"You and Me are Drifting into Outer Space"
Staring at our fate
head cradled in your hands
lost in a Lunur Lunacy
Time stops when we land.
You and me transitioning
to another place.....
Under the surface
trying to break through
Fighting the tide
of the lies you knew,
I'm treading water
throw me a line
All words are meaningless
when you lied all this time.
Sex is a enemy
a lost friend we haven't see for ages,
the fires of passion extinguished
where somwhere inside
these same fires rages.
Somtimes we move to fast ...
head cradled in your hands
lost in a Lunur Lunacy
Time stops when we land.
You and me transitioning
to another place.....
Under the surface
trying to break through
Fighting the tide
of the lies you knew,
I'm treading water
throw me a line
All words are meaningless
when you lied all this time.
Sex is a enemy
a lost friend we haven't see for ages,
the fires of passion extinguished
where somwhere inside
these same fires rages.
Somtimes we move to fast ...
#love
#hurt
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Jun 2020 1:49am
11th Jun 2020 1:49am
Sugur Coated UV Light
Dad said
"I am not a positive person"
he waved , his elongated finger
in my face,
his brow raised forming the razer edge
of a blade.
Dad exsplained
That I run from the hands
that push me forward
preferring to Lean towards
the hands that keep me back.
Dad said
that if one is unable to trust
then how can one love?
I stick to the shadows
and avoid the light,
it's safer that way I replied.
Dad scoffed
choking on my very words.
as if Inhailing a tiny tornado
of...
"I am not a positive person"
he waved , his elongated finger
in my face,
his brow raised forming the razer edge
of a blade.
Dad exsplained
That I run from the hands
that push me forward
preferring to Lean towards
the hands that keep me back.
Dad said
that if one is unable to trust
then how can one love?
I stick to the shadows
and avoid the light,
it's safer that way I replied.
Dad scoffed
choking on my very words.
as if Inhailing a tiny tornado
of...
#hope
#father
#uplifting
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
21st May 2020 9:43pm
21st May 2020 9:43pm
Pos-activity (It comes from within)
If I was a monkey,
I'd say it was bannana's.
How a virus inspire's kindness
The kind I will never know.
To forgive is to forget
To forget is to give.
I suspend my troubles
And inspire people to live.
Strength comes in waves
It eminates within,
Well being is my compass
Move forward in my skin.
Light cancels dark,
There is a crack in my sight
No surrender of fists
Clasped tight to fight.
I look to the future
Mindful of the present
I ponder the past
But try not to...
I'd say it was bannana's.
How a virus inspire's kindness
The kind I will never know.
To forgive is to forget
To forget is to give.
I suspend my troubles
And inspire people to live.
Strength comes in waves
It eminates within,
Well being is my compass
Move forward in my skin.
Light cancels dark,
There is a crack in my sight
No surrender of fists
Clasped tight to fight.
I look to the future
Mindful of the present
I ponder the past
But try not to...
#depression
#regret
#hope
#uplifting
#MovingOn
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th May 2020 4:27pm
20th May 2020 4:27pm
Clock (Time is a Cruel Mistress)
Numbers for eyes
Words that don't rhyme!
Hands for arms...
That speak
And harm.
Anaolog crime
In a digital time.
I would talk to her...
But she doesn't have the time!
Words that don't rhyme!
Hands for arms...
That speak
And harm.
Anaolog crime
In a digital time.
I would talk to her...
But she doesn't have the time!
#TimeHeals
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th May 2020 11:39am
15th May 2020 11:39am
A Dream Country Snare
Streets of quiet
Ghosts of youth
engines cease
To the quiet riot.
No age of gold
or Virgin Wonder
Eyes surrender
to the coming
beyonder!
A game of you
Chessnut hair
Distilled forever
In this
Dream country snare.
Isolation kills us
it pays to stay inside,
I'm waiting for
The sirens call
...because I am never
Waking up again.
...
Ghosts of youth
engines cease
To the quiet riot.
No age of gold
or Virgin Wonder
Eyes surrender
to the coming
beyonder!
A game of you
Chessnut hair
Distilled forever
In this
Dream country snare.
Isolation kills us
it pays to stay inside,
I'm waiting for
The sirens call
...because I am never
Waking up again.
...
#strength
#courage
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th May 2020 3:27am
9th May 2020 3:27am
The Future is Our Band Aid
Our memories
are scafholding,
made from the bones of the past.
It's skin freshly picked.
Pecked by vultures
Swooping in from the kill.
The present is our band aid
The sands of time dissolve to fast
The future is my radar,
The answer in the past.
We all need a quiet word with are dreams ...
... But we can never wake up again!
are scafholding,
made from the bones of the past.
It's skin freshly picked.
Pecked by vultures
Swooping in from the kill.
The present is our band aid
The sands of time dissolve to fast
The future is my radar,
The answer in the past.
We all need a quiet word with are dreams ...
... But we can never wake up again!
#dark
#death
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