Submissions by zenithquasar77 (Marcus cooke)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Pervair of witty ditty's and sublime rhymes...i also like cats.
STORY POEM
Published
26th Sep 2012 1:16am
26th Sep 2012 1:16am
Under A Blood Red Moon
We was caught in hysteria
Feeling ever so humble
As the ground shook
With rage and with a sinister rumble
We chose our stance
Our chance to fight
We received concussions
and severe fright
As we charge through infinite valleys
of eternal death
In hope of catching a bullet between the teeth,
or bullet proof mesh.
This battlefield we just want to leave
With a final push, we heave.
The enemy’s relentless
They will find our side
far from defenceless
Out of ammo and out of luck
We just want to get...
Feeling ever so humble
As the ground shook
With rage and with a sinister rumble
We chose our stance
Our chance to fight
We received concussions
and severe fright
As we charge through infinite valleys
of eternal death
In hope of catching a bullet between the teeth,
or bullet proof mesh.
This battlefield we just want to leave
With a final push, we heave.
The enemy’s relentless
They will find our side
far from defenceless
Out of ammo and out of luck
We just want to get...
698 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
25th Sep 2012 4:27pm
25th Sep 2012 4:27pm
The Hole In My Lung
The Hole in my lung
Submerged in water
Taken to one side
Tempory out of order
Like a punctured balloon
There is no air, no breeze
My chest is tight
As I begin to wheeze
The Hole in my lung
Like no window to a soul
Neither an entrance nor exit
How I wish to be whole
I rather have a hole in my lung
Then a hole in my heart
I wish I could smile
But it hurts when I laugh
The Shadows on my lung
Cloaked in darkness
A useless pocket of air
With no will or conscious
The Hole in my lung
Healed...
Submerged in water
Taken to one side
Tempory out of order
Like a punctured balloon
There is no air, no breeze
My chest is tight
As I begin to wheeze
The Hole in my lung
Like no window to a soul
Neither an entrance nor exit
How I wish to be whole
I rather have a hole in my lung
Then a hole in my heart
I wish I could smile
But it hurts when I laugh
The Shadows on my lung
Cloaked in darkness
A useless pocket of air
With no will or conscious
The Hole in my lung
Healed...
693 reads
2 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
25th Sep 2012 4:26pm
25th Sep 2012 4:26pm
"Plebs"
So you think the police are plebs?
Yes I admit they get it wrong,
and are generally no fun
While your party lies
and tax’s us with a made up sum
Let me ask you
who’s the plebe?
Some of the words
you used were unacceptable
It light of current affairs
your timing was impeccable
But, what about the average tax paying citizen?
I suppose we are all plebs too?
The officer was was merely
doing his job
“Job” Being the operative word
What exactly do you do again?
You claim you’re the chief whip
Get...
Yes I admit they get it wrong,
and are generally no fun
While your party lies
and tax’s us with a made up sum
Let me ask you
who’s the plebe?
Some of the words
you used were unacceptable
It light of current affairs
your timing was impeccable
But, what about the average tax paying citizen?
I suppose we are all plebs too?
The officer was was merely
doing his job
“Job” Being the operative word
What exactly do you do again?
You claim you’re the chief whip
Get...
961 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Sep 2012 8:17am
25th Sep 2012 8:17am
Stuff!
The shelf’s are full of stuff,
the shelf’s are full of dust,
A lost valley of clutter sat in plain view
ordered to perfection
to marvel in its majestic spender
We want what we can’t have,
and what we have is never enough,
never subtract but always ready to add,
No matter what the cost,
Obsessions turn to confessions,
too much money being spent,
Putting the manic in panic,
the maniac in collect -maniac
There's no more space in the house,
its chock – a – bloc full of shite,
cupboards turn into multi–...
the shelf’s are full of dust,
A lost valley of clutter sat in plain view
ordered to perfection
to marvel in its majestic spender
We want what we can’t have,
and what we have is never enough,
never subtract but always ready to add,
No matter what the cost,
Obsessions turn to confessions,
too much money being spent,
Putting the manic in panic,
the maniac in collect -maniac
There's no more space in the house,
its chock – a – bloc full of shite,
cupboards turn into multi–...
721 reads
2 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
24th Sep 2012 10:38pm
24th Sep 2012 10:38pm
A Ever Pulsating Noise In The Corner Of The Room!
There a pulsating noise
in the upper corner of the wall,
common sense has nosedived
and suffered a great fall.
For that Noise polluting
Dick head is at it again,
it’s been going on since 8.10
Slithering like a snake,
stored and well-kept
Look's like it’s time for more
Bloody dub step???
It starts an annoying yet audible noise
and slowly grows faster stronger,
This Noise annoy's
The corner of the celling
begins to give way and crumble,
not built to withstand this kind of royal rumble
Fists...
in the upper corner of the wall,
common sense has nosedived
and suffered a great fall.
For that Noise polluting
Dick head is at it again,
it’s been going on since 8.10
Slithering like a snake,
stored and well-kept
Look's like it’s time for more
Bloody dub step???
It starts an annoying yet audible noise
and slowly grows faster stronger,
This Noise annoy's
The corner of the celling
begins to give way and crumble,
not built to withstand this kind of royal rumble
Fists...
668 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
24th Sep 2012 10:30pm
24th Sep 2012 10:30pm
To Be Somebody?
I used to be somebody
Now I’m somebody else.
I used to be nobody
Now I’m nobody else
I used to be somewhere
Now I’m nowhere,
where else!
I used to be sad,
Then I got better
This information,
Hand Written in a letter
Yesterday I was someone old
Today I’m someone new
At first i was small,
Then i Grew!
Now I feel good
But I used to be sad
Can I call you son?
Maybe you can call me dad?
We can play in fields of dreams
we can play hide and...
Now I’m somebody else.
I used to be nobody
Now I’m nobody else
I used to be somewhere
Now I’m nowhere,
where else!
I used to be sad,
Then I got better
This information,
Hand Written in a letter
Yesterday I was someone old
Today I’m someone new
At first i was small,
Then i Grew!
Now I feel good
But I used to be sad
Can I call you son?
Maybe you can call me dad?
We can play in fields of dreams
we can play hide and...
608 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Sep 2012 8:22am
24th Sep 2012 8:22am
TV License To Kill
TV License To Kill" By Marcus Cooke
I just paid for a
TV license to kill
It wasn’t very exciting
it wasn’t a thrill.
£1.45.45 left a horrid taste
in my throat.
And a string or disgusting words,
to horrid to quote
Nearly a £150 quid to watch
cash in the attic
As I sink in to the arm chair
you can tell my face was ecstatic.
No adverts no commercial breaks,
as a BBC narrator, starts to narrate.
A BBC indent fills the screen;
my mouth opens as I start...
I just paid for a
TV license to kill
It wasn’t very exciting
it wasn’t a thrill.
£1.45.45 left a horrid taste
in my throat.
And a string or disgusting words,
to horrid to quote
Nearly a £150 quid to watch
cash in the attic
As I sink in to the arm chair
you can tell my face was ecstatic.
No adverts no commercial breaks,
as a BBC narrator, starts to narrate.
A BBC indent fills the screen;
my mouth opens as I start...
697 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Sep 2012 10:14pm
23rd Sep 2012 10:14pm
The Punk Poets Fear of The Cheesebox!
Don’t point that cheese at me
That’s unfair and very mean
Don’t stab me woth your stilton dagger.
You’re cheese-tactic with your moves like jagger
Your poisoning me with cheese every chance you get,
Like an elephant I never forget.
With this phobia I find it hard to beat.
With your day old socks and cheesy feet
Toxic to the touch, ready to eat
This cheese invasion is hard to beat
Please put away that cheese, please
It’s making me cough and making wheeze
Cheese is like kryptonite making me dizzy and weak
The...
That’s unfair and very mean
Don’t stab me woth your stilton dagger.
You’re cheese-tactic with your moves like jagger
Your poisoning me with cheese every chance you get,
Like an elephant I never forget.
With this phobia I find it hard to beat.
With your day old socks and cheesy feet
Toxic to the touch, ready to eat
This cheese invasion is hard to beat
Please put away that cheese, please
It’s making me cough and making wheeze
Cheese is like kryptonite making me dizzy and weak
The...
559 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Sep 2012 10:07pm
23rd Sep 2012 10:07pm
Shit, Im Old!!!
Shit I'm Old" By Marcus Cooke
I’m aging, Shit, is that it?
I have a face like a prune;
next door's kids already call me
"old" timer and "old git"
My is Face Varnished with a thousand late nights
My life is a checklist of wrongs and rights
Wrinkles are engraved in to my flesh like a sculpture
Watching me age is a slow form of torture.
Black bags, the colour of night
hang from a pair of damaged eyes.
Flowing golden locks replaced by
thin stringy threads.
Silver like a spoon, ...
I’m aging, Shit, is that it?
I have a face like a prune;
next door's kids already call me
"old" timer and "old git"
My is Face Varnished with a thousand late nights
My life is a checklist of wrongs and rights
Wrinkles are engraved in to my flesh like a sculpture
Watching me age is a slow form of torture.
Black bags, the colour of night
hang from a pair of damaged eyes.
Flowing golden locks replaced by
thin stringy threads.
Silver like a spoon, ...
627 reads
4 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
23rd Sep 2012 11:32am
23rd Sep 2012 11:32am
Pre-Maddona!!
Pre-Maddona" By Marcus Cooke
Like the end credits of your own movie,
you’re over.
Like the end of a race……… you’re finished.
As I stand here with my face enraged
You’ve been illegally adapting children
and keeping them in a cage.
Attempting to sing through shrivelled lips
Your saggy tits contained in a bra that resembled walnut whips.
You thought you were the shit, the cream of the crop,
But everybody knows you slept your way to the top.
...
Like the end credits of your own movie,
you’re over.
Like the end of a race……… you’re finished.
As I stand here with my face enraged
You’ve been illegally adapting children
and keeping them in a cage.
Attempting to sing through shrivelled lips
Your saggy tits contained in a bra that resembled walnut whips.
You thought you were the shit, the cream of the crop,
But everybody knows you slept your way to the top.
...
737 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2012 9:57pm
22nd Sep 2012 9:57pm
All Before The Music Died (A Love Letter To The Bands I Once Loved)
We were lost in a house of love
as our generation
tried its best to shine on.
We breathed in no sigh of relief,
but we let out
a violent primal scream.
I must return home
with James and Gene
to deal with Jane’s Addiction,
and buy her the finest roses
made from stone,
on this infinite
of blue Monday’s.
Puking over youth,
with a voice so sonic,
Moving supersonic over Insprial carpets
and an oasis of gin and tonic.
That petrol emotion,
as this tear drop explodes,
On...
as our generation
tried its best to shine on.
We breathed in no sigh of relief,
but we let out
a violent primal scream.
I must return home
with James and Gene
to deal with Jane’s Addiction,
and buy her the finest roses
made from stone,
on this infinite
of blue Monday’s.
Puking over youth,
with a voice so sonic,
Moving supersonic over Insprial carpets
and an oasis of gin and tonic.
That petrol emotion,
as this tear drop explodes,
On...
781 reads
4 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2012 9:49pm
22nd Sep 2012 9:49pm
Pill Seeker
The pill on my tongue
Washed down with water
Stuck in my throat
Just what the doctor ordered
These pills taste bitter
These pills were supposed to make me fitter
My mind accepts the side effects
And nothing seems the same
Are these pills working?
Unable to detect
The oncoming storm of a placebo effect.
Shiny foil blister packs
scattered on the table
Sweat and tears
dripping on the warning label
Absurd Quantities of unpronounceable names
Popping pills should be an Olympic game
These pills look...
Washed down with water
Stuck in my throat
Just what the doctor ordered
These pills taste bitter
These pills were supposed to make me fitter
My mind accepts the side effects
And nothing seems the same
Are these pills working?
Unable to detect
The oncoming storm of a placebo effect.
Shiny foil blister packs
scattered on the table
Sweat and tears
dripping on the warning label
Absurd Quantities of unpronounceable names
Popping pills should be an Olympic game
These pills look...
876 reads
2 Comments
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