Submissions by zenithquasar77 (Marcus cooke)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Pervair of witty ditty's and sublime rhymes...i also like cats.
DRUGS POEM
Published
10th Sep 2012 11:02pm
10th Sep 2012 11:02pm
Drink To Be Merry
Let’s drink to good times but also the bad times too.
Let’s salute the mechanics of this wondrous sky.
To taste this liquor is to taste a piece of heaven in all its infinite complexity and misapprehension.
Let’s succumb to drunken folly.
And bollocks to sadness and melancholy
Some drink to remember some drink to forget
And me? I drink for I am only human, it’s what is expected I suppose?
An infant in understanding,
But a god in this utopia, of drunken good standing.
All come give an offering to the lord of the dance
And dance in the eye’s of much...
Let’s salute the mechanics of this wondrous sky.
To taste this liquor is to taste a piece of heaven in all its infinite complexity and misapprehension.
Let’s succumb to drunken folly.
And bollocks to sadness and melancholy
Some drink to remember some drink to forget
And me? I drink for I am only human, it’s what is expected I suppose?
An infant in understanding,
But a god in this utopia, of drunken good standing.
All come give an offering to the lord of the dance
And dance in the eye’s of much...
681 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Sep 2012 10:56pm
10th Sep 2012 10:56pm
I Married Jabba The Hutt
I Married Jabba The Hutt
I married jabba the Hutt,
she’s full of hot air
and out of luck
With her skin
a rough texture
alien to the touch
She has herpes
with a bad case of thrush
Arguing is pointless
she thinks
she’s always right
It won’t be long before
she has my balls in carbanite.
She moves like a slug
the intergalactic gangster,
She stole the gas money
The intrepid prankster
Pass the remote
she won’t move a bit,
with her mouth flapping
like the tentacles ...
I married jabba the Hutt,
she’s full of hot air
and out of luck
With her skin
a rough texture
alien to the touch
She has herpes
with a bad case of thrush
Arguing is pointless
she thinks
she’s always right
It won’t be long before
she has my balls in carbanite.
She moves like a slug
the intergalactic gangster,
She stole the gas money
The intrepid prankster
Pass the remote
she won’t move a bit,
with her mouth flapping
like the tentacles ...
790 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Sep 2012 5:21pm
8th Sep 2012 5:21pm
Katie Perry Is A Robot
I have
a theory
that Katie Perry
is a robot
Like a malfunctioning
ATM machine,
she’s always
on the blink.
watch as
she dances
out of time
and sings
out of synch.
Made from circuits,
complete with plasticine,
and string.
The only thing missing
is the ability to sing.
Controlled by hands unseen,
like a puppet on a string
Katie Perry bows down to her,
self -styled king.
Her voice
is synthesized
auto tuned
to perfection,
while...
a theory
that Katie Perry
is a robot
Like a malfunctioning
ATM machine,
she’s always
on the blink.
watch as
she dances
out of time
and sings
out of synch.
Made from circuits,
complete with plasticine,
and string.
The only thing missing
is the ability to sing.
Controlled by hands unseen,
like a puppet on a string
Katie Perry bows down to her,
self -styled king.
Her voice
is synthesized
auto tuned
to perfection,
while...
726 reads
4 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
8th Sep 2012 5:12pm
8th Sep 2012 5:12pm
Failure To Ex-Hale
(A poem about the effects of a ashama attack)
Like being sucked in to a hurricane, impossible to breath, unable to move let alone leave.
Like a gun being cocked as it goes off my airways become blocked
Sticky mucus and bile build up inside; strap myself in looks like I’m going for a ride
Unable to move feels like I got a bad case of the flu, as my skin turns pale then a ghastly shade of blue.
Finger nails look like they are melting in incredible heat.
Air exits from my lungs its sound like an air escaping from a balloon or dried up and useless a terrible...
Like being sucked in to a hurricane, impossible to breath, unable to move let alone leave.
Like a gun being cocked as it goes off my airways become blocked
Sticky mucus and bile build up inside; strap myself in looks like I’m going for a ride
Unable to move feels like I got a bad case of the flu, as my skin turns pale then a ghastly shade of blue.
Finger nails look like they are melting in incredible heat.
Air exits from my lungs its sound like an air escaping from a balloon or dried up and useless a terrible...
707 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Sep 2012 8:40am
8th Sep 2012 8:40am
The Little Boy Who Plays With Stars
(For Ethan)
To Ethan my darling soldier boy. The little boy who plays in the stars!
I love you more each day, I can’t remember what it was like without you, I could not imagine a time without you. Or a time I could not hold you so with this poem, I thank you.
You remind me of happy things when you sing, and when I am down and out of luck, you remind me that there is always time for a hug.
I see myself in your eyes, and you in mine, I have a feeling everything will turn out fine
You have an incredible journey ahead of you and it’s only just begun, the race...
To Ethan my darling soldier boy. The little boy who plays in the stars!
I love you more each day, I can’t remember what it was like without you, I could not imagine a time without you. Or a time I could not hold you so with this poem, I thank you.
You remind me of happy things when you sing, and when I am down and out of luck, you remind me that there is always time for a hug.
I see myself in your eyes, and you in mine, I have a feeling everything will turn out fine
You have an incredible journey ahead of you and it’s only just begun, the race...
600 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Sep 2012 8:38am
8th Sep 2012 8:38am
From Hades To Hell
These wheels on the bus
are meant to go round and round
but this bus is lost and never found,
the wheels screech and make a
demonic screaming sort of sound.
When the brakes are applied
gravity becomes a bitch,
you fly through the air via
imaginary rubble and bricks.
As I sit on this death trap
I start to think
this trip worth
it is the price to steep?
I could of walked
I could have cycled
the bus driver
is a bloody psycho!
You could cut the tension
with a lightsaber ...
are meant to go round and round
but this bus is lost and never found,
the wheels screech and make a
demonic screaming sort of sound.
When the brakes are applied
gravity becomes a bitch,
you fly through the air via
imaginary rubble and bricks.
As I sit on this death trap
I start to think
this trip worth
it is the price to steep?
I could of walked
I could have cycled
the bus driver
is a bloody psycho!
You could cut the tension
with a lightsaber ...
702 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Sep 2012 9:37pm
7th Sep 2012 9:37pm
Asshole
1286 reads
8 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
6th Sep 2012 1:53pm
6th Sep 2012 1:53pm
Blood In My Veins
I’ve been drunk so many times
these were the best days of my life,
and all of that is over now
the A A meeting s are getting me down.
I’ve been drunk and I’ve felt dead
my legs weren’t responding to my head,
I’ve poisoned this body so many times
this is justice for my mind.
Poison has replaced the blood in my veins,
and in my heart the damage remains.
But soon it will be over, finally be over.
I’m so tired of feeling weak,
my outlook looking pretty bleak,
Detox food makes me feel sick,
but vodka and red bull...
these were the best days of my life,
and all of that is over now
the A A meeting s are getting me down.
I’ve been drunk and I’ve felt dead
my legs weren’t responding to my head,
I’ve poisoned this body so many times
this is justice for my mind.
Poison has replaced the blood in my veins,
and in my heart the damage remains.
But soon it will be over, finally be over.
I’m so tired of feeling weak,
my outlook looking pretty bleak,
Detox food makes me feel sick,
but vodka and red bull...
725 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by zenithquasar77 (Marcus cooke)
