Submissions by lepperochan (CraicDealer)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Jesus said it best in the moments after he died on his feet so I'll not even try re-create that particular oration
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Sep 2014 4:34am
5th Sep 2014 4:34am
Danse Macabre #5
For only the dead truly know death
and yet, all and sundry will tell you a thing or two
you, who live and breathe
do you know about sadness
unfettered wailing with flaying arms
an aching emptiness that feeds
the desperation for something
one thing, anything to bring back
what's been snatched away
for only the dead truly know death
and yet, all and sundry will tell you a thing or two
you, who live and breath
and yet, all and sundry will tell you a thing or two
you, who live and breathe
do you know about sadness
unfettered wailing with flaying arms
an aching emptiness that feeds
the desperation for something
one thing, anything to bring back
what's been snatched away
for only the dead truly know death
and yet, all and sundry will tell you a thing or two
you, who live and breath
78 reads
12 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
25th Aug 2014 10:33pm
25th Aug 2014 10:33pm
Lubritorium
She came and wept
came again, then crumbled
flayed senseless by tongue, tail and cane
her lips twitched gratitude
came again, then crumbled
flayed senseless by tongue, tail and cane
her lips twitched gratitude
129 reads
18 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Aug 2014 7:28pm
22nd Aug 2014 7:28pm
Mars needs women*
It's occurred to me
that if they don't get their war soon
more people will die needlessly
that's to say,
a whole bunch of people
are already marked for a bloody exit
so they might as well
get it over with
then the rest of us
can live with some semblance
of peaceful prosperity
for half a century
don't get me wrong
I'm all for the human rights
and almost sigh
when I think about the plight of Gazans
Malaysians, Ukrainians,
black Americans, Mexican...
that if they don't get their war soon
more people will die needlessly
that's to say,
a whole bunch of people
are already marked for a bloody exit
so they might as well
get it over with
then the rest of us
can live with some semblance
of peaceful prosperity
for half a century
don't get me wrong
I'm all for the human rights
and almost sigh
when I think about the plight of Gazans
Malaysians, Ukrainians,
black Americans, Mexican...
87 reads
8 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2014 11:25pm
22nd Jun 2014 11:25pm
Evapmospherics
you are a monsoon
and I am the fish-in-the-mud
folding in two
gasping from the gills
when the sun draws you back to the sky
and I am the fish-in-the-mud
folding in two
gasping from the gills
when the sun draws you back to the sky
217 reads
42 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Jun 2014 4:32am
4th Jun 2014 4:32am
and the deaf shall not hear and the blind will see nothing
An old man raised himself from his knees
then fell into a whimper
and sobbed himself to his feet again
then, in a husked near whisper
cried out to the heavens for mercy
there came a murmur of a notion
from the noblemen stood left of him
an under-tongue half talk about demons
and where shadowed creatures
would walk the long nights off
and seek out the weak
to steal their minds away
a fleet of geese scorned the servant lady
who'd stopped to gawk at the...
then fell into a whimper
and sobbed himself to his feet again
then, in a husked near whisper
cried out to the heavens for mercy
there came a murmur of a notion
from the noblemen stood left of him
an under-tongue half talk about demons
and where shadowed creatures
would walk the long nights off
and seek out the weak
to steal their minds away
a fleet of geese scorned the servant lady
who'd stopped to gawk at the...
116 reads
24 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
9th May 2014 11:20pm
9th May 2014 11:20pm
:>O<:
The sting from distance
turns to a pang that reverberates
almost sub-sonic
with strength enough to plague a man restless
and have him plunge his hand heart-ward
to make a bloodied gift for her
In dreams,
I've touched your nape with lips
and felt your skin turn silken
'neath tentative fingertips,
then dove into the depths of you
and lost myself
in the beauty of it all
turns to a pang that reverberates
almost sub-sonic
with strength enough to plague a man restless
and have him plunge his hand heart-ward
to make a bloodied gift for her
In dreams,
I've touched your nape with lips
and felt your skin turn silken
'neath tentative fingertips,
then dove into the depths of you
and lost myself
in the beauty of it all
268 reads
36 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
30th Apr 2014 1:33am
30th Apr 2014 1:33am
Flywheels and Pixie dust
and he cursed the damned awakening
because he could almost hear
the orchestra of bone clad cogs
starting to turn themselves
tooth by tooth
and knew too that before long
they'd be spinning fluent
constantly whirring
then begged
for god's honest truth
to hide itself
deep down inside his guts
so his head couldn't wrap a cloak around it
and smother it's life
clean gone
for some quasi swan song
that would...
because he could almost hear
the orchestra of bone clad cogs
starting to turn themselves
tooth by tooth
and knew too that before long
they'd be spinning fluent
constantly whirring
then begged
for god's honest truth
to hide itself
deep down inside his guts
so his head couldn't wrap a cloak around it
and smother it's life
clean gone
for some quasi swan song
that would...
136 reads
15 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Apr 2014 9:21pm
6th Apr 2014 9:21pm
..
and we, all three of us are trying to make ready our
minds for what's coming. the quiet times post conversation invites the force of it all to let its weight be known. there is sadness, and a palpable fear about the house when I visit, but there is a love, stronger than its ever been for as far back as I can remember
Circle the wagons
even at the bar
the firm handshakes are changing
to a light slap on his shoulder
because hardly anybody
wants to look death in the eyes
...
minds for what's coming. the quiet times post conversation invites the force of it all to let its weight be known. there is sadness, and a palpable fear about the house when I visit, but there is a love, stronger than its ever been for as far back as I can remember
Circle the wagons
even at the bar
the firm handshakes are changing
to a light slap on his shoulder
because hardly anybody
wants to look death in the eyes
...
191 reads
38 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Mar 2014 3:22am
14th Mar 2014 3:22am
The incredible siege of Sôze
It's as if
fingers moved silent and slow
like creeping ivy
laying siege
to the beat of me
and when they shrank away
so too did the warmth of their covering
there's both anxiety and joy
in waking up
realizing
that you miss somebody.
fingers moved silent and slow
like creeping ivy
laying siege
to the beat of me
and when they shrank away
so too did the warmth of their covering
there's both anxiety and joy
in waking up
realizing
that you miss somebody.
200 reads
25 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
1st Mar 2014 11:59pm
1st Mar 2014 11:59pm
Pushing Daisies
I remember you sitting cross legged
pulling petals from daisies
chanting that old rhyme your mother taught you
and how your face lit
when the last petal told you what you'd wished for
then just to make sure
you'd pick another one and start over
I recall our first kiss
how we'd learned to breathe each other
so we could keep our lips touching longer
and how our hands moved
slow and nervous, almost afraid of ourselves
news always...
pulling petals from daisies
chanting that old rhyme your mother taught you
and how your face lit
when the last petal told you what you'd wished for
then just to make sure
you'd pick another one and start over
I recall our first kiss
how we'd learned to breathe each other
so we could keep our lips touching longer
and how our hands moved
slow and nervous, almost afraid of ourselves
news always...
287 reads
44 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Feb 2014 4:25pm
1st Feb 2014 4:25pm
flea, fly, flow, flum
silence: the opening of a gateway for it all to come crashing back. our minds must relish these opportunities to show us whatever horrors or delights its saved for such occasions
A moment, a second, a lifetime
just enough time to saddle up a mayfly
with two more tethered behind
coz it's a three day ride to Constantinople
and not even the fastest flying thing
could make it there in one
'come here' croaked the musketeer
let us drink our murky ale and make merry ...
A moment, a second, a lifetime
just enough time to saddle up a mayfly
with two more tethered behind
coz it's a three day ride to Constantinople
and not even the fastest flying thing
could make it there in one
'come here' croaked the musketeer
let us drink our murky ale and make merry ...
185 reads
14 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
13th Jan 2014 11:46pm
13th Jan 2014 11:46pm
..
Why must I build crosses
and crucify myself
these days I barely survive the nails
not to mention the countless people throwing rocks
and stabbing me with their spears
please don't misunderstand
the games I play warrant a good stoning
and some day, they're sure to leave me lifeless
today I feel nothing, I've lost most everything
'cept the clothes on my back
and the blood that runs through my veins
these games, these damn games have ruined me
if I could offer a blind mans advice
it'd be worth a...
and crucify myself
these days I barely survive the nails
not to mention the countless people throwing rocks
and stabbing me with their spears
please don't misunderstand
the games I play warrant a good stoning
and some day, they're sure to leave me lifeless
today I feel nothing, I've lost most everything
'cept the clothes on my back
and the blood that runs through my veins
these games, these damn games have ruined me
if I could offer a blind mans advice
it'd be worth a...
182 reads
31 Comments
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