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
7th May 2020 4:50pm
7th May 2020 4:50pm
Shadows to a Beat
Its will end like this
But Not like this
for you and I,
This time we die!
Your perfume
stained like a
thousand late nights,
The heart does not recover
From a thousand late frights.
One day soon
we will be apart
Affairs leave the brain
But rule the heart.
Slow down
Breath you in
Life is a path
That is always starts within.
But when traveling alone
the path becomes dim
The light fade's to dark
Dancing shadows to a beat.
But Not like this
for you and I,
This time we die!
Your perfume
stained like a
thousand late nights,
The heart does not recover
From a thousand late frights.
One day soon
we will be apart
Affairs leave the brain
But rule the heart.
Slow down
Breath you in
Life is a path
That is always starts within.
But when traveling alone
the path becomes dim
The light fade's to dark
Dancing shadows to a beat.
#love
#lover
#SelfDiscovery
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Apr 2020 8:49pm
12th Apr 2020 8:49pm
wife wank
I haven't touched
a woman for weeks.
I once again find myself
staring through that fucking window.
Just a glimpse of flesh
Will do.
Undiscovered beauty
wrapped around a
frame of majestic exellence.
The curtains shut
Lost to my sight.
A image cast to the moonlight.
Silently I remain optimistic.
I
a woman for weeks.
I once again find myself
staring through that fucking window.
Just a glimpse of flesh
Will do.
Undiscovered beauty
wrapped around a
frame of majestic exellence.
The curtains shut
Lost to my sight.
A image cast to the moonlight.
Silently I remain optimistic.
I
#nature
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Apr 2020 2:09pm
7th Apr 2020 2:09pm
Strangely Isolated
He liked his fingers
they were clean,
Unlike his wife who was dirty,
A ember in the red.
The toothbrush
was stained with plaque,
the needle returned
to the start of the track.
The Crone bit his ear
nibbled his finger
and chumped on his nose.
why...only God knows!
they were clean,
Unlike his wife who was dirty,
A ember in the red.
The toothbrush
was stained with plaque,
the needle returned
to the start of the track.
The Crone bit his ear
nibbled his finger
and chumped on his nose.
why...only God knows!
#anxiety
#depression
#death #MentalHealth
#death #MentalHealth
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Apr 2020 4:16am
6th Apr 2020 4:16am
Irony is a Whore
Suddenly it was gone.
We took it all for granted
and pissed it up a wall.
Shadows to a beat.
laughter as we fall.
If Death is a cruel mistress
Then Irony is a whore.
We took it all for granted
and pissed it up a wall.
Shadows to a beat.
laughter as we fall.
If Death is a cruel mistress
Then Irony is a whore.
#death
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Apr 2020 4:15am
6th Apr 2020 4:15am
"Nostrodamus Says"
No words to say.
Words are pointless.
I've said them all before
When starting my poetic career
The Dreams the dream,
the nightmare is real.
What's the point of hands
if you can't feel?
The Sandman, can Fuck right off
if Human nature not meant to heal.
The sham is a clam
and it time clam up.
The question is asked
asked the question...?
who saw it coming?
Nostrodomas I ain't!
Words are pointless.
I've said them all before
When starting my poetic career
The Dreams the dream,
the nightmare is real.
What's the point of hands
if you can't feel?
The Sandman, can Fuck right off
if Human nature not meant to heal.
The sham is a clam
and it time clam up.
The question is asked
asked the question...?
who saw it coming?
Nostrodomas I ain't!
#dark
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Apr 2020 3:32am
5th Apr 2020 3:32am
Isolation Irony!!
I'm down with isolation
I praticed this in my adult years
before it was fashionable and cool.
You can ask anybody
"I haven't seen De-Sade for years"
"Whatever happened to that Gas-Masked man anyway"
Maybe I saw it coming?
maybe I wrote
"Brexit was not our one concern"
"That death was coming
right to your door".
While your politicians
argue over money and power
legislation
At the final hour!
Of course the answers in the past
Mother nature screams
Then dies all to fast.
...
I praticed this in my adult years
before it was fashionable and cool.
You can ask anybody
"I haven't seen De-Sade for years"
"Whatever happened to that Gas-Masked man anyway"
Maybe I saw it coming?
maybe I wrote
"Brexit was not our one concern"
"That death was coming
right to your door".
While your politicians
argue over money and power
legislation
At the final hour!
Of course the answers in the past
Mother nature screams
Then dies all to fast.
...
#dark
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STORY POEM
Published
31st Dec 2018 9:44am
31st Dec 2018 9:44am
Must We Speak of Douglas
#freedom
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
31st Dec 2018 1:32am
31st Dec 2018 1:32am
Chickens
As Children
sing and play.
Death remains
My companion
On this cold
Winters day.
I admire there consistency
On this season of merth.
Dead leafs fall
As Birds follow
The secret migration
Chickens hatch a plan
Drafting there retribution.
Wood smooth
Varnished with age,
I sit silently
Watching chickens
In the food isle
Scavenging turkeys
And stuffing with sage.
In memory I recall
You had since October
The turkeys will rise
And the chickens will fall ...
sing and play.
Death remains
My companion
On this cold
Winters day.
I admire there consistency
On this season of merth.
Dead leafs fall
As Birds follow
The secret migration
Chickens hatch a plan
Drafting there retribution.
Wood smooth
Varnished with age,
I sit silently
Watching chickens
In the food isle
Scavenging turkeys
And stuffing with sage.
In memory I recall
You had since October
The turkeys will rise
And the chickens will fall ...
#Christmas
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Dec 2018 12:03pm
24th Dec 2018 12:03pm
A Dream
Mists of forsaken images
Peel back to form substance
I know this place!
Two by two
They haunt me
There essence touch
The fabric of my swollen soul.
The tapestry of textile touch
Sends electric impulses
To my brain.
I burn in a playground of stimulation.
I know this place!
Two silhouetted figures
Stand together
they hold hands!
They are afterthoughts,
Transmissions from a past life
Silently I recall.
Its my God parent's
Peggy and Jack.
They speak
I weep. ...
Peel back to form substance
I know this place!
Two by two
They haunt me
There essence touch
The fabric of my swollen soul.
The tapestry of textile touch
Sends electric impulses
To my brain.
I burn in a playground of stimulation.
I know this place!
Two silhouetted figures
Stand together
they hold hands!
They are afterthoughts,
Transmissions from a past life
Silently I recall.
Its my God parent's
Peggy and Jack.
They speak
I weep. ...
#grief
#dreams
#death
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DARK POEM
Published
13th Nov 2018 3:17pm
13th Nov 2018 3:17pm
Origin
My eyes
To his eyes
His smell was like my own.
My real father
Sat before me
Now I was now fully grown.
The atmosphere became charged
Electrons racing
Memory's erasing
New images fully formed.
He told me his truth
I accepted his plea
On why he left me
Before I was 18.
I had hitchhiked from the truth
Submerging my fantasy's
In packing paper
Ducking for cover
As the bubbles popped around me.
He was the author of my pain
Standing in the door frame
I'm sure he...
To his eyes
His smell was like my own.
My real father
Sat before me
Now I was now fully grown.
The atmosphere became charged
Electrons racing
Memory's erasing
New images fully formed.
He told me his truth
I accepted his plea
On why he left me
Before I was 18.
I had hitchhiked from the truth
Submerging my fantasy's
In packing paper
Ducking for cover
As the bubbles popped around me.
He was the author of my pain
Standing in the door frame
I'm sure he...
#father
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Oct 2018 3:30pm
29th Oct 2018 3:30pm
We Are all made of Memories
I'm falling through my Memories
Tumbling through the rustic pages
Of the scap book of my life.
Through the pages of my diary
Hidden in secret
Lost to anouther time.
Years of key emotions and experience
Shrunk to bite size morsels
And tasty thumb prints.
Images becone Signposts, which serve as backstop.
Expasition casts a long shadow.
Memory's tell a story
A film uneven.
I had been drinking since the funeral
My temper was frayed.
We buried her in autum
Where the flowers ...
Tumbling through the rustic pages
Of the scap book of my life.
Through the pages of my diary
Hidden in secret
Lost to anouther time.
Years of key emotions and experience
Shrunk to bite size morsels
And tasty thumb prints.
Images becone Signposts, which serve as backstop.
Expasition casts a long shadow.
Memory's tell a story
A film uneven.
I had been drinking since the funeral
My temper was frayed.
We buried her in autum
Where the flowers ...
#death
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EROTIC POEM
Published
9th Oct 2018 2:31pm
9th Oct 2018 2:31pm
Can I Touch You There?
Can I Touch you there?
Does that feel good?
A comical bravado disguises
My lack of wood.
Her eyes reflect
The Spectre of the night before
She allowes me
To slip inside her sin.
Anouther kiss
On my lovers lips
Confirms the darkness
That lies within.
We were players on a stage
Are roles all ready written
Are lines rehearsed
Penalised for our lack of vision.
Bullets fired
All missed
The night ends suddenly
Lost without a kiss.
I would dismiss her ...
Does that feel good?
A comical bravado disguises
My lack of wood.
Her eyes reflect
The Spectre of the night before
She allowes me
To slip inside her sin.
Anouther kiss
On my lovers lips
Confirms the darkness
That lies within.
We were players on a stage
Are roles all ready written
Are lines rehearsed
Penalised for our lack of vision.
Bullets fired
All missed
The night ends suddenly
Lost without a kiss.
I would dismiss her ...
#love
#sex
#lover
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