Submissions by dartford (Paul S...)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I love words as much as wine, but both can make me sick if over done.
Scat (a logical) Poem
if I could belong
to another
species
I'd be a plant
or a tree
or anything
that didn't
pass faeces
or pee
to another
species
I'd be a plant
or a tree
or anything
that didn't
pass faeces
or pee
98 reads
1 Comment
To A Past Affair
Thinking I'll miss you very much
If I knew which one you were
I'd really love to keep in touch
If I knew which one you were
You're the only woman for me, as such,
If I knew which one you were
I'd love to share it all, go dutch,
If I knew which one you were
Thinking of leaving my door on the latch
If I knew which one you were
I wouldn't have to sit & watch
If I knew which one you were
If I knew which one you were
I'd really love to keep in touch
If I knew which one you were
You're the only woman for me, as such,
If I knew which one you were
I'd love to share it all, go dutch,
If I knew which one you were
Thinking of leaving my door on the latch
If I knew which one you were
I wouldn't have to sit & watch
If I knew which one you were
60 reads
4 Comments
Pour Quoi?
Accordionist
a carriage
account
a Count
accord
a coup d'état
ta
ta
Tartuffe
a carriage
account
a Count
accord
a coup d'état
ta
ta
Tartuffe
47 reads
1 Comment
The Underground
all stations are poets -
Embankment being Pound...
Embankment being Pound...
56 reads
4 Comments
Paddington Station
anonymous, he disembarks
and heads for any old London bar
and thinks, "if I collapse
and die..."
and drinks
To each strange passer-by.
and heads for any old London bar
and thinks, "if I collapse
and die..."
and drinks
To each strange passer-by.
57 reads
1 Comment
such a child...
I get it
I get what you're saying
but then I forget it
and carry on playing
I get what you're saying
but then I forget it
and carry on playing
54 reads
1 Comment
Well I'm damned!
PUBLISH
AND
BE
BLAND...!
AND
BE
BLAND...!
63 reads
2 Comments
SOHO IN THE MORNING
the silence creaks
with barrows and feet
depositing crates
on the pavement:
dried mushrooms, black beans
and Chinese tea;
inside the shop
I smile at
the attractive assistant
with barrows and feet
depositing crates
on the pavement:
dried mushrooms, black beans
and Chinese tea;
inside the shop
I smile at
the attractive assistant
55 reads
2 Comments
Lunch Drunk
Drizzle
At the
Bar
Grey
As muzzy
Print
On
Your
Guardian
At the
Bar
Grey
As muzzy
On
Your
Guardian
48 reads
1 Comment
Goodbye
a discarded
cigarette
packet
with her
phone number
on it
cigarette
packet
with her
phone number
on it
58 reads
3 Comments
Confession
I open
the door
but admit
nothing
the door
but admit
nothing
65 reads
4 Comments
An Address To The Bins
I hope I'm not putting you out?
56 reads
2 Comments
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