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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
25th Nov 2024 00:09am
25th Nov 2024 00:09am
Henry the Fifth
there you go again,
claiming calais is english, after
just a few day trips on the ferry
from dover
should have shown
you over and over again that we
ruddy well end at the cliff ..
claiming calais is english, after
just a few day trips on the ferry
from dover
should have shown
you over and over again that we
ruddy well end at the cliff ..
#fiction
#historical
86 reads
3 Comments
RyanBlackborough
Poem Published
18th Jun 2024 9:07am
18th Jun 2024 9:07am
La muse bouche
I say to le "grand fromage".
You and your pastiche attachè.
You with all your rakish, cliche.
You think you're so Debonair.
You with another au pair.
You and one more rendezvous.
You again it's déjà vu.
You and another faux pas.
You always with Au revoir.
I say so much "bon voyage".
You and your pastiche attachè.
You with all your rakish, cliche.
You think you're so Debonair.
You with another au pair.
You and one more rendezvous.
You again it's déjà vu.
You and another faux pas.
You always with Au revoir.
I say so much "bon voyage".
#fiction
101 reads
2 Comments
Fishmander
Poem Published
19th May 2022 10:46pm
19th May 2022 10:46pm
Avatar
Her gravity is pulling
Abducting I alone
My flesh answers their calling
All as the sun falls
And in this charming medley
An echo shrieks in stone:
You have to guide them gently
Else all will suffer.
Our pact is ill-attended
Quicksand without embrace
A story open-ended
All as the sun falls
To new dusk
With old ways
Like a gulag
That hides my face.
A poppet without fury
A song without a voice
The one...
Abducting I alone
My flesh answers their calling
All as the sun falls
And in this charming medley
An echo shrieks in stone:
You have to guide them gently
Else all will suffer.
Our pact is ill-attended
Quicksand without embrace
A story open-ended
All as the sun falls
To new dusk
With old ways
Like a gulag
That hides my face.
A poppet without fury
A song without a voice
The one...
#love
#dark
#gothic
#fiction
#vampires
272 reads
0 Comments
Fishmander
Poem Published
19th May 2022 10:46pm
19th May 2022 10:46pm
Avatar
Her gravity is pulling
Abducting I alone
My flesh answers their calling
All as the sun falls
And in this charming medley
An echo shrieks in stone:
You have to guide them gently
Else all will suffer.
Our pact is ill-attended
Quicksand without embrace
A story open-ended
All as the sun falls
To new dusk
With old ways
Like a gulag
That hides my face.
A poppet without fury
A song without a voice
The one...
Abducting I alone
My flesh answers their calling
All as the sun falls
And in this charming medley
An echo shrieks in stone:
You have to guide them gently
Else all will suffer.
Our pact is ill-attended
Quicksand without embrace
A story open-ended
All as the sun falls
To new dusk
With old ways
Like a gulag
That hides my face.
A poppet without fury
A song without a voice
The one...
#love
#dark
#gothic
#fiction
#vampires
272 reads
0 Comments
Fishmander
Poem Published
19th May 2022 10:46pm
19th May 2022 10:46pm
Avatar
Her gravity is pulling
Abducting I alone
My flesh answers their calling
All as the sun falls
And in this charming medley
An echo shrieks in stone:
You have to guide them gently
Else all will suffer.
Our pact is ill-attended
Quicksand without embrace
A story open-ended
All as the sun falls
To new dusk
With old ways
Like a gulag
That hides my face.
A poppet without fury
A song without a voice
The one...
Abducting I alone
My flesh answers their calling
All as the sun falls
And in this charming medley
An echo shrieks in stone:
You have to guide them gently
Else all will suffer.
Our pact is ill-attended
Quicksand without embrace
A story open-ended
All as the sun falls
To new dusk
With old ways
Like a gulag
That hides my face.
A poppet without fury
A song without a voice
The one...
#love
#dark
#gothic
#fiction
#vampires
272 reads
0 Comments
Fishmander
Poem Published
19th May 2022 10:46pm
19th May 2022 10:46pm
Avatar
Her gravity is pulling
Abducting I alone
My flesh answers their calling
All as the sun falls
And in this charming medley
An echo shrieks in stone:
You have to guide them gently
Else all will suffer.
Our pact is ill-attended
Quicksand without embrace
A story open-ended
All as the sun falls
To new dusk
With old ways
Like a gulag
That hides my face.
A poppet without fury
A song without a voice
The one...
Abducting I alone
My flesh answers their calling
All as the sun falls
And in this charming medley
An echo shrieks in stone:
You have to guide them gently
Else all will suffer.
Our pact is ill-attended
Quicksand without embrace
A story open-ended
All as the sun falls
To new dusk
With old ways
Like a gulag
That hides my face.
A poppet without fury
A song without a voice
The one...
#love
#dark
#gothic
#fiction
#vampires
272 reads
0 Comments
Fishmander
Poem Published
19th May 2022 10:46pm
19th May 2022 10:46pm
Avatar
Her gravity is pulling
Abducting I alone
My flesh answers their calling
All as the sun falls
And in this charming medley
An echo shrieks in stone:
You have to guide them gently
Else all will suffer.
Our pact is ill-attended
Quicksand without embrace
A story open-ended
All as the sun falls
To new dusk
With old ways
Like a gulag
That hides my face.
A poppet without fury
A song without a voice
The one...
Abducting I alone
My flesh answers their calling
All as the sun falls
And in this charming medley
An echo shrieks in stone:
You have to guide them gently
Else all will suffer.
Our pact is ill-attended
Quicksand without embrace
A story open-ended
All as the sun falls
To new dusk
With old ways
Like a gulag
That hides my face.
A poppet without fury
A song without a voice
The one...
#love
#dark
#gothic
#fiction
#vampires
272 reads
0 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
27th Jul 2022 6:49pm
27th Jul 2022 6:49pm
A Letter from The Toff
The mind is as an alchemist's mixing chamber; rude elements in but pure gold out, that is, assuming the functioning of the apparatus is not befouled somehow. For example, there is an all hours club where I have many times witnessed the unsavory behavior of young adults suffering neurologically from the overconsumption of unwholesome products.
The side effects are too numerous to list without producing the unwarranted temptation of a yawn, but I skip to the worst of the matter by reporting the diminishment of good taste in refined and rarefied aesthetics.
And so struck...
The side effects are too numerous to list without producing the unwarranted temptation of a yawn, but I skip to the worst of the matter by reporting the diminishment of good taste in refined and rarefied aesthetics.
And so struck...
#identity
#fiction
335 reads
0 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
27th Jul 2022 6:49pm
27th Jul 2022 6:49pm
A Letter from The Toff
The mind is as an alchemist's mixing chamber; rude elements in but pure gold out, that is, assuming the functioning of the apparatus is not befouled somehow. For example, there is an all hours club where I have many times witnessed the unsavory behavior of young adults suffering neurologically from the overconsumption of unwholesome products.
The side effects are too numerous to list without producing the unwarranted temptation of a yawn, but I skip to the worst of the matter by reporting the diminishment of good taste in refined and rarefied aesthetics.
And so struck...
The side effects are too numerous to list without producing the unwarranted temptation of a yawn, but I skip to the worst of the matter by reporting the diminishment of good taste in refined and rarefied aesthetics.
And so struck...
#identity
#fiction
335 reads
0 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
23rd May 2024 5:13pm
23rd May 2024 5:13pm
Your Poet
Why do you like to drive your poet crazy?
Because it's yours and no one else's?
Because he rhymes with you and no one else!
Because his ice serves you in the summer, isn't it?
Because out of everything you have left
he is the golden sword of the non-existent hero
who walks naked and beautiful in your sweaty dreams?
Because he, only him, no one but him has your skin
so tattooed with the names of organs in your body
and red lines in the shape of hearts and dragons...
Why do you like to drive your poet crazy?
Because it's yours and no one else's?
Because he rhymes with you and no one else!
Because his ice serves you in the summer, isn't it?
Because out of everything you have left
he is the golden sword of the non-existent hero
who walks naked and beautiful in your sweaty dreams?
Because he, only him, no one but him has your skin
so tattooed with the names of organs in your body
and red lines in the shape of hearts and dragons...
Why do you like to drive your poet crazy?
#dragons
#fiction
#lover
#sky
#WritingPoetry
116 reads
1 Comment
PAR
Poem Published
23rd May 2024 5:13pm
23rd May 2024 5:13pm
Your Poet
Why do you like to drive your poet crazy?
Because it's yours and no one else's?
Because he rhymes with you and no one else!
Because his ice serves you in the summer, isn't it?
Because out of everything you have left
he is the golden sword of the non-existent hero
who walks naked and beautiful in your sweaty dreams?
Because he, only him, no one but him has your skin
so tattooed with the names of organs in your body
and red lines in the shape of hearts and dragons...
Why do you like to drive your poet crazy?
Because it's yours and no one else's?
Because he rhymes with you and no one else!
Because his ice serves you in the summer, isn't it?
Because out of everything you have left
he is the golden sword of the non-existent hero
who walks naked and beautiful in your sweaty dreams?
Because he, only him, no one but him has your skin
so tattooed with the names of organs in your body
and red lines in the shape of hearts and dragons...
Why do you like to drive your poet crazy?
#dragons
#fiction
#lover
#sky
#WritingPoetry
116 reads
1 Comment
PAR
Poem Published
23rd May 2024 5:13pm
23rd May 2024 5:13pm
Your Poet
Why do you like to drive your poet crazy?
Because it's yours and no one else's?
Because he rhymes with you and no one else!
Because his ice serves you in the summer, isn't it?
Because out of everything you have left
he is the golden sword of the non-existent hero
who walks naked and beautiful in your sweaty dreams?
Because he, only him, no one but him has your skin
so tattooed with the names of organs in your body
and red lines in the shape of hearts and dragons...
Why do you like to drive your poet crazy?
Because it's yours and no one else's?
Because he rhymes with you and no one else!
Because his ice serves you in the summer, isn't it?
Because out of everything you have left
he is the golden sword of the non-existent hero
who walks naked and beautiful in your sweaty dreams?
Because he, only him, no one but him has your skin
so tattooed with the names of organs in your body
and red lines in the shape of hearts and dragons...
Why do you like to drive your poet crazy?
#dragons
#fiction
#lover
#sky
#WritingPoetry
116 reads
1 Comment
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