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
The rise of the kingmaker (revised)
A stark reality struck me some years ago [t'was the drugs
made me slow] and it was that we as human beings, whether we like it or not are part of one huge pyramid scheme. at the bottom you've children being born only to starve to death, and it all works its way up from there through every hell imaginable." -me
who'd have guessed the sheer speed of it all. then again, how fast do demon horses gallop when the barbed spurs of slow death
are jamming into their sides.
The KIngmaker
Those at the top...
made me slow] and it was that we as human beings, whether we like it or not are part of one huge pyramid scheme. at the bottom you've children being born only to starve to death, and it all works its way up from there through every hell imaginable." -me
who'd have guessed the sheer speed of it all. then again, how fast do demon horses gallop when the barbed spurs of slow death
are jamming into their sides.
The KIngmaker
Those at the top...
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Cancelled my subscription
1
where has it all gone
and what's more
why didn't it say goodbye
when it passed me on leaving
and what was it anyway
to this day, all I have is an inkling
of something thermal
2
They , have something to say about everything
the shamans of any given situation
with their talk of stitches
and kettles, early worms and bushes
it must be quite something
to live a life
wrapped into neat sentences
3
the last time a god spoke to me...
where has it all gone
and what's more
why didn't it say goodbye
when it passed me on leaving
and what was it anyway
to this day, all I have is an inkling
of something thermal
2
They , have something to say about everything
the shamans of any given situation
with their talk of stitches
and kettles, early worms and bushes
it must be quite something
to live a life
wrapped into neat sentences
3
the last time a god spoke to me...
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Night whisperer
.a little awkward maybe yes, but isn't that part of it all
you know, the knee jerk stumble just before falling over
or is it floating.. because, forgive me for saying but
wouldn't falling imply that at some stage there'll be a thud
and things will get broken.
Behold the night, she said
it may be cold, but there's magic here
all you have to do is believe
then she beckoned him towards some pine trees
she stood
against the...
you know, the knee jerk stumble just before falling over
or is it floating.. because, forgive me for saying but
wouldn't falling imply that at some stage there'll be a thud
and things will get broken.
Behold the night, she said
it may be cold, but there's magic here
all you have to do is believe
then she beckoned him towards some pine trees
she stood
against the...
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Tunnel visions
my thoughts have traveled train tracks and I've looked for
you especially in the tunnels between stations where there's no light
A man sat beside me on the platform
his head cradled in his hands
stealth crying
but his shoulders were giving him away
and the wheels on his chair
swayed a little
he looked over and paused
his face was thick with deep lines
and he said
"I'll tell you this my friend
if you'll lend me your legs
I'll run onto...
you especially in the tunnels between stations where there's no light
A man sat beside me on the platform
his head cradled in his hands
stealth crying
but his shoulders were giving him away
and the wheels on his chair
swayed a little
he looked over and paused
his face was thick with deep lines
and he said
"I'll tell you this my friend
if you'll lend me your legs
I'll run onto...
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It's a rambling man I am
and I held a throat in my hand today
begging for a reason to squeeze it
a quick fix to ease the anger a little
then wondered
what it is about time
that it always seems to screw me from behind
oh, it's not that I don't put up a fight
but taking on the universe is a full time struggle
I'm rambling
I met a rambler once
it was early in the morning as the dew shone
mushroom season
anyone and everyone who knew
were up that mountain picking the shrooms
...
begging for a reason to squeeze it
a quick fix to ease the anger a little
then wondered
what it is about time
that it always seems to screw me from behind
oh, it's not that I don't put up a fight
but taking on the universe is a full time struggle
I'm rambling
I met a rambler once
it was early in the morning as the dew shone
mushroom season
anyone and everyone who knew
were up that mountain picking the shrooms
...
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You'll need to get to know your houses
1. The fourth house
In the fourth house
there is a definite darkness
I'm almost certain
that it rolled out from the hearth of it
and clung to the floors, walls and ceilings
because when the doors slam
the rooms wheeze like tar clogged lungs
and all those who dwell there
are weighted down by the black holes
that the darkness spits on them
there is blood here
but it's the thinnest of them all
I've seen it, seen them...
In the fourth house
there is a definite darkness
I'm almost certain
that it rolled out from the hearth of it
and clung to the floors, walls and ceilings
because when the doors slam
the rooms wheeze like tar clogged lungs
and all those who dwell there
are weighted down by the black holes
that the darkness spits on them
there is blood here
but it's the thinnest of them all
I've seen it, seen them...
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eek said the wisdom
I'd told him it was a dead mouse
picked it up off the side of the road
and handed it to him
his little face
displayed a comedy of expressions
and then he put voice to his feelings
with a long "ewwwww"
but had he looked properly
he'd have seen it was just some old wood
that looked like a mouse
and that
concluded the lesson
don't.trust.anybody
..perhaps
the lesson was an afterthought
picked it up off the side of the road
and handed it to him
his little face
displayed a comedy of expressions
and then he put voice to his feelings
with a long "ewwwww"
but had he looked properly
he'd have seen it was just some old wood
that looked like a mouse
and that
concluded the lesson
don't.trust.anybody
..perhaps
the lesson was an afterthought
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For Sophie * Tá buille nua le mo chroí, agus is breá liom é
My darling
it's almost like you robbed the gods
of all their beauty
when you passed through their nebulae
on your way to bless us
this world lost some of its shadows
the moment you screamed out your first thoughts
and brought the tears from your mother's eyes
and princess
it was no surprise for me
to feel your tiny hand wrap around my finger
but when I whispered your name
and your eyes opened briefly
to...
it's almost like you robbed the gods
of all their beauty
when you passed through their nebulae
on your way to bless us
this world lost some of its shadows
the moment you screamed out your first thoughts
and brought the tears from your mother's eyes
and princess
it was no surprise for me
to feel your tiny hand wrap around my finger
but when I whispered your name
and your eyes opened briefly
to...
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Pantoum-mime .. a Pantoum butchered
I sleep through the light
the days are so long now
and night time is preferred
my reasons, swallowed
the days are so long now
my reasons, swallowed
because she demands it
and so, it has to be
my reasons, swallowed
deep down close to a shame
welling though, like a volcano
that bubbles with a rebellion
deep down close to a shame
it's there that her name dwells
like some almost secret
because numbers matter for some
It's there that her...
the days are so long now
and night time is preferred
my reasons, swallowed
the days are so long now
my reasons, swallowed
because she demands it
and so, it has to be
my reasons, swallowed
deep down close to a shame
welling though, like a volcano
that bubbles with a rebellion
deep down close to a shame
it's there that her name dwells
like some almost secret
because numbers matter for some
It's there that her...
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And it was
It was, if but for a sleeping moment
a vision of a dream
and it was, it would seem; enough to awaken me again
to open my eyes
and breathe with conviction
I am me, I am alive
It was something, and it was nothing at all
not anything that could be worded
or painted onto a canvas
like all the other somethings and nothings
that have come and gone
or grown strong enough to live on indefinitely
it was beauty, like northern skies being taken
by the pinks and cyan of Aurora borealis ...
a vision of a dream
and it was, it would seem; enough to awaken me again
to open my eyes
and breathe with conviction
I am me, I am alive
It was something, and it was nothing at all
not anything that could be worded
or painted onto a canvas
like all the other somethings and nothings
that have come and gone
or grown strong enough to live on indefinitely
it was beauty, like northern skies being taken
by the pinks and cyan of Aurora borealis ...
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Morning chronicle
A murder of crows are circling the big oak tree
just beyond the garden
they do that every morning at this time
there's a faint knocking coming from next door
and it's the kind of knock
that says whoever is doing the knocking
was s'posed to be back hours ago
and can't decide
whether they want the door answered or not
the goldfish in the small glass bowl must never sleep
all it seems to do is eat
or swim around clockwise, always clockwise
then stop and stare outwards for a minute or two
I wonder, if it had...
just beyond the garden
they do that every morning at this time
there's a faint knocking coming from next door
and it's the kind of knock
that says whoever is doing the knocking
was s'posed to be back hours ago
and can't decide
whether they want the door answered or not
the goldfish in the small glass bowl must never sleep
all it seems to do is eat
or swim around clockwise, always clockwise
then stop and stare outwards for a minute or two
I wonder, if it had...
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Harlequin
The bell tower in the old church
rang out stupid-o'clock in the morning
and I was falling up the street towards somewhere familiar
half empty bottle of Jameson and a shot glass
tucked into my jacket pocket
this part of town
had long since settled down into chaos
with blood on the streets, whores winking at passers by
and packs of jackals roaming around
hunting down the old, the lame and the wounded
I'd found this place some weeks ago
after falling up the street at stupid-o'clock in the morning
gotten jumped...
rang out stupid-o'clock in the morning
and I was falling up the street towards somewhere familiar
half empty bottle of Jameson and a shot glass
tucked into my jacket pocket
this part of town
had long since settled down into chaos
with blood on the streets, whores winking at passers by
and packs of jackals roaming around
hunting down the old, the lame and the wounded
I'd found this place some weeks ago
after falling up the street at stupid-o'clock in the morning
gotten jumped...
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