Submissions by zenithquasar77 (Marcus cooke)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Pervair of witty ditty's and sublime rhymes...i also like cats.
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Sep 2012 7:29pm
16th Sep 2012 7:29pm
It Girl
You’re the it girl
You have a familiar face
You’re the hit girl with a size 0 waist
Party all night long
Dancing to a telephone, ringtone
Drinking cheap wine, and smoking bongs
Searching through ashtrays with metal tongs
You’re the girl
you’re the it girl baby
What you having?
It girl maybe?
The it girl is the last one to leave
She came with a bloke called sally
It girl is not as she seems
It girl acts supreme
This never ending party
never stops
it girl parties
till she drops
With...
You have a familiar face
You’re the hit girl with a size 0 waist
Party all night long
Dancing to a telephone, ringtone
Drinking cheap wine, and smoking bongs
Searching through ashtrays with metal tongs
You’re the girl
you’re the it girl baby
What you having?
It girl maybe?
The it girl is the last one to leave
She came with a bloke called sally
It girl is not as she seems
It girl acts supreme
This never ending party
never stops
it girl parties
till she drops
With...
779 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
16th Sep 2012 11:23am
16th Sep 2012 11:23am
Vale Decem
Behold, the time has come.
At last dear friends.
But don’t be sad
With tears do not weep.
With hands to clap.
With mouth to cheer.
In memory be happy.
I smile in the face of defeat.
In this death something divine.
Like blood drink,
with feast with wine.
Escort me to my slumber
Let the universe sing
Let it sing me to sleep.
My reward eternal.
My spirit, free and external.
Nether, grounded or anchored.
Free to float,
free to roam.
Free from the shackles of earthly flesh.
Free from the chains of...
At last dear friends.
But don’t be sad
With tears do not weep.
With hands to clap.
With mouth to cheer.
In memory be happy.
I smile in the face of defeat.
In this death something divine.
Like blood drink,
with feast with wine.
Escort me to my slumber
Let the universe sing
Let it sing me to sleep.
My reward eternal.
My spirit, free and external.
Nether, grounded or anchored.
Free to float,
free to roam.
Free from the shackles of earthly flesh.
Free from the chains of...
650 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Sep 2012 8:54pm
15th Sep 2012 8:54pm
Lets Go
Let’s go and leave are mundane life behind.
Let’s get out there.
and see what we can find?
And leave the clothes we never wear.
In bin bags outside the heart foundation.
Only seems fair.
Let is ditch are Phones, and I pads at the next available gutter.
Let’s discard are processions without a mutter.
As a symbol of our rebellion.
Surgelly remove us from society through corzerion
These plans were planted long ago
As we walked arm in arm tiptoeing in the snow
Let’s hitch a ride and with ill-gotten gain
We will purchase a camper...
Let’s get out there.
and see what we can find?
And leave the clothes we never wear.
In bin bags outside the heart foundation.
Only seems fair.
Let is ditch are Phones, and I pads at the next available gutter.
Let’s discard are processions without a mutter.
As a symbol of our rebellion.
Surgelly remove us from society through corzerion
These plans were planted long ago
As we walked arm in arm tiptoeing in the snow
Let’s hitch a ride and with ill-gotten gain
We will purchase a camper...
648 reads
2 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
15th Sep 2012 11:47am
15th Sep 2012 11:47am
I Was Lost In A Sex Shop?
I was lost in a sex shop;
the gimp had got me marked
“nice day for it”
In jest i happen to remark.
The leather clad gimp took exemption to this,
with dark glowing eyes
looking into an abyss.
She tried to dominate,
she tried to make me flinch,
I only came here
because one of the ass beads
rolled under the fridge.
I was lost in a sex shop,
curiosity had been replaced by fear,
the hands of time had not been kind
exactly how long have I been here?
I started to run,
this was...
the gimp had got me marked
“nice day for it”
In jest i happen to remark.
The leather clad gimp took exemption to this,
with dark glowing eyes
looking into an abyss.
She tried to dominate,
she tried to make me flinch,
I only came here
because one of the ass beads
rolled under the fridge.
I was lost in a sex shop,
curiosity had been replaced by fear,
the hands of time had not been kind
exactly how long have I been here?
I started to run,
this was...
797 reads
6 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Sep 2012 2:25am
15th Sep 2012 2:25am
Hope And Haggis
(A love letter to a far off distant land i like to call home)
And so I find myself anew
transplanted,
somewhere familiar
yet all new.
A new life,
a new dream,
with a suitcase
full hope and dreams
As I stop to gather my surroundings
lush green trees,
breath-taking landscapes,
on all sides surround me.
Sat on a finger
of a giant metal hand,
enjoying time,
with the ghost of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
watching over me,
peering over my shoulder,
his statue a bronze...
And so I find myself anew
transplanted,
somewhere familiar
yet all new.
A new life,
a new dream,
with a suitcase
full hope and dreams
As I stop to gather my surroundings
lush green trees,
breath-taking landscapes,
on all sides surround me.
Sat on a finger
of a giant metal hand,
enjoying time,
with the ghost of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
watching over me,
peering over my shoulder,
his statue a bronze...
605 reads
2 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
15th Sep 2012 1:51am
15th Sep 2012 1:51am
Spaceman!
Spaceman" By Marcus Cooke
You claim you’re a spaceman
you’re more of an extra terstaral
sitting on somebody else’s sofa
with a pint of cola and an extra testicle.
Dealing with society’s rejection
another mushroom consumed
for your inspection,
To boldly go where no man
has gone before
tripping over carpets
and walking into doors
You’re the spaceman,
the spaceman baby,
out of your head and acting crazy!
You’re a couple of cards
short of a deck,
your no spaceman
you’re a space cadet. ...
You claim you’re a spaceman
you’re more of an extra terstaral
sitting on somebody else’s sofa
with a pint of cola and an extra testicle.
Dealing with society’s rejection
another mushroom consumed
for your inspection,
To boldly go where no man
has gone before
tripping over carpets
and walking into doors
You’re the spaceman,
the spaceman baby,
out of your head and acting crazy!
You’re a couple of cards
short of a deck,
your no spaceman
you’re a space cadet. ...
1084 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Sep 2012 6:08pm
14th Sep 2012 6:08pm
Like Yesterdays Flowers
Running now, always running, the faster I run the faster the past slips away.
The moments of my past are gaining; it’s like a never ending relay race. I must run faster!!
Familiar smells and scents attack me all at once; again the memory intrudes and intercepts my thoughts. The past is an unforgiving mistress. I will not submit!
I used to buy you flowers every day, and then when the time came as it always would, we would discard them.
The petals would crumble in our hands like age old dust, a petal for every minute of our shared existence.
A kaleidoscope of colours falls...
The moments of my past are gaining; it’s like a never ending relay race. I must run faster!!
Familiar smells and scents attack me all at once; again the memory intrudes and intercepts my thoughts. The past is an unforgiving mistress. I will not submit!
I used to buy you flowers every day, and then when the time came as it always would, we would discard them.
The petals would crumble in our hands like age old dust, a petal for every minute of our shared existence.
A kaleidoscope of colours falls...
667 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Sep 2012 5:16pm
14th Sep 2012 5:16pm
The Punk Poets Fear Of The Writers Block
It’s like hitting my head against a brick wall,
or smashing my fist against a glass door.
It’s like riding a bike but forgetting to pedal
It's running a marathon and not getting a medal.
It’s like forgetting your name and remembering not to smile,
it’s like talking in riddles and bringing up bile,
it’s like picking up the phone and forgetting to dial,
it’s like walking lost in the wood just for a while.
It’s like wearing glasses but unable to see, it’s like driving car into a tree.
It’s like wearing shoes but not matching socks, that’s...
or smashing my fist against a glass door.
It’s like riding a bike but forgetting to pedal
It's running a marathon and not getting a medal.
It’s like forgetting your name and remembering not to smile,
it’s like talking in riddles and bringing up bile,
it’s like picking up the phone and forgetting to dial,
it’s like walking lost in the wood just for a while.
It’s like wearing glasses but unable to see, it’s like driving car into a tree.
It’s like wearing shoes but not matching socks, that’s...
632 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
13th Sep 2012 11:55am
13th Sep 2012 11:55am
I Know I Exist
Forever the outcast do I exist?
With a title so harsh empty how I could I resist?
I write a novel entitled how to disappear completely
Never read, removed from view ever so discreetly.
Like being marooned in a silent ocean
Moving without sound, silent in motion.
Walking through this strange life unhindered and unnoticed.
I feel like an observer not a participant,
an apparition or ghost.
Like a supporting character in my own life,
no Oscar nomination of any kind.
I watch from the outside looking in, avoiding my gaze in...
With a title so harsh empty how I could I resist?
I write a novel entitled how to disappear completely
Never read, removed from view ever so discreetly.
Like being marooned in a silent ocean
Moving without sound, silent in motion.
Walking through this strange life unhindered and unnoticed.
I feel like an observer not a participant,
an apparition or ghost.
Like a supporting character in my own life,
no Oscar nomination of any kind.
I watch from the outside looking in, avoiding my gaze in...
734 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Sep 2012 11:48am
13th Sep 2012 11:48am
A Public Inconvenience
664 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Sep 2012 6:04pm
12th Sep 2012 6:04pm
My Brotherhood Of Favourite Fools
And so we make are way through the mine field of friendship.
Indestructible to harm, friends forever, Brothers in arms
Hand in hand through puddles dog shite and lucky charms
To those who are no longer with us tonight.
Talking poetry and speaking utter shite
Side stepping into delirium
Disco dancing into another night of madness
We tip toe into surrealism and another night of sadness
On foundation’s long ago that was laid.
And even now years later a connection is made
Some are strangers on a journey through the night
We end as comrades prepared for...
Indestructible to harm, friends forever, Brothers in arms
Hand in hand through puddles dog shite and lucky charms
To those who are no longer with us tonight.
Talking poetry and speaking utter shite
Side stepping into delirium
Disco dancing into another night of madness
We tip toe into surrealism and another night of sadness
On foundation’s long ago that was laid.
And even now years later a connection is made
Some are strangers on a journey through the night
We end as comrades prepared for...
628 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
12th Sep 2012 5:53pm
12th Sep 2012 5:53pm
Masks
We all where masks I suppose?
Many reveal themselves, others find in more difficult
I have several for every aspect of every day
And when im not wearing them I hang them up to dry
My wall becomes a gallery of fractured looks and broken smiles
There an empty hook where my soul hangs
Between, the comedy and the tragedy.
The Failure and the triumph
I am empty, I have no look my eyes to look through they are like the abyss
There is no mouth to speak through
Every expression needs a different mask
And when they fall to the floor as they always do...
Many reveal themselves, others find in more difficult
I have several for every aspect of every day
And when im not wearing them I hang them up to dry
My wall becomes a gallery of fractured looks and broken smiles
There an empty hook where my soul hangs
Between, the comedy and the tragedy.
The Failure and the triumph
I am empty, I have no look my eyes to look through they are like the abyss
There is no mouth to speak through
Every expression needs a different mask
And when they fall to the floor as they always do...
647 reads
2 Comments
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