Submissions by staggerlee
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Broken
The winter's wind
Cleanses my face
And cut's the tears
From my eyes
I had plans
But you sat
In judgement
Of my feelings
Razor words
That left
Sceptic scars
which never heal
I bleed
Contaminated joy
Over unwashed
Breakfast bowls
Cleanses my face
And cut's the tears
From my eyes
I had plans
But you sat
In judgement
Of my feelings
Razor words
That left
Sceptic scars
which never heal
I bleed
Contaminated joy
Over unwashed
Breakfast bowls
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spoilt
we stood in freezing fields
with frost ripping our knuckles bare
blowing hot breath on to muddy hands
as we picked spuds from rock hard clay
and you say i'll never understand
we broke our backs carrying cement and bricks
up scaffold high, that relentless sun
never give us tuppence for our struggles
nor any shelter from our woes
and you say i'll never understand
we stood on production lines
just another cog,a disposable machine
our...
with frost ripping our knuckles bare
blowing hot breath on to muddy hands
as we picked spuds from rock hard clay
and you say i'll never understand
we broke our backs carrying cement and bricks
up scaffold high, that relentless sun
never give us tuppence for our struggles
nor any shelter from our woes
and you say i'll never understand
we stood on production lines
just another cog,a disposable machine
our...
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Solace
I let it slip all ego and time
And all them filthy thieves of the mind
I'm immersed in the stars,
Seduced by the solitude of the moon.
Trapped in the void
Where only the truth survives.
Upon the gentle breeze
That is warm and blessed,
You can hear weary souls confess.
But there no deed to comprehend
Or try to understand,
For all beings are transient
And will surely die,
Only God is eternal
Hope the sun in the sky.
Tumbling down to a blissful sleep
With the cool grass
Soothing my feet.
And all them filthy thieves of the mind
I'm immersed in the stars,
Seduced by the solitude of the moon.
Trapped in the void
Where only the truth survives.
Upon the gentle breeze
That is warm and blessed,
You can hear weary souls confess.
But there no deed to comprehend
Or try to understand,
For all beings are transient
And will surely die,
Only God is eternal
Hope the sun in the sky.
Tumbling down to a blissful sleep
With the cool grass
Soothing my feet.
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The bottom of the bottle
can you hear the sirens song
echoing at the bottom of the bottle
their plaintive cry seducing me to swirling tides
their only wish is to watch me perish
to crash upon perilous rocks
i must admit i get the thirst when my will is weak
and the burden is too heavy for my shackled feet
whiskey brandy tequila gin i drink them all
a beguiling tempress how can i resist that mournful call
echoing at the bottom of the bottle
their plaintive cry seducing me to swirling tides
their only wish is to watch me perish
to crash upon perilous rocks
i must admit i get the thirst when my will is weak
and the burden is too heavy for my shackled feet
whiskey brandy tequila gin i drink them all
a beguiling tempress how can i resist that mournful call
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anti-erotic poem
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THE BEST POEM EVER WRITTEN
i don't think i'm egomaniac
but this wilL be the best poem ever written
it's gonna be epic
forget your kubla khan's
and wordsworth's insufferable daffodils
swaying in the wind
this will blow your fucking mind
better than whiskey and coke combined
change your perspective
take you to higher plain
make you the de la lama of the soul
so get me my paper fetch me my pen
it's time to start it's time to begin
aaaahhh no aaaahhh fuck
i haven't a clue i'm completely stuck
but this wilL be the best poem ever written
it's gonna be epic
forget your kubla khan's
and wordsworth's insufferable daffodils
swaying in the wind
this will blow your fucking mind
better than whiskey and coke combined
change your perspective
take you to higher plain
make you the de la lama of the soul
so get me my paper fetch me my pen
it's time to start it's time to begin
aaaahhh no aaaahhh fuck
i haven't a clue i'm completely stuck
#rhyming
#funny
#WritersBlock #WritingPoetry
#WritersBlock #WritingPoetry
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Greed
never underestimate the greed of man
he'll grab a penny from a baby's hand
he'll grab a penny from a baby's hand
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THE UNFORGIVEN
what did you think
what did you expect
that i would fall too my knees
in a humble mess
that those crocodile smiles
and pitiful tears
would make me forget
them tobacco fingers squeezing my neck
where was your sorrow
where was your grief
when you battered me senseless
to ease your relief
and now you say that you have lamented
and guilt has got you tormented
but you see i don't really care
for i can still feel the stitches
where you opened my head
with the back of a chair
and now as you lie entombed in your...
what did you expect
that i would fall too my knees
in a humble mess
that those crocodile smiles
and pitiful tears
would make me forget
them tobacco fingers squeezing my neck
where was your sorrow
where was your grief
when you battered me senseless
to ease your relief
and now you say that you have lamented
and guilt has got you tormented
but you see i don't really care
for i can still feel the stitches
where you opened my head
with the back of a chair
and now as you lie entombed in your...
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The angel of the midnight moon
The angel of the midnight moon
Casts tranquail spells
On the silent stillness of the streets
As i wander down lonely lanes
My spirit fills with joyful flames
No prison cell nor rented shack nor a house upon hill
All I have is song for midnight moon
And pavement beneath my feet
I sing of squandered love and drunken nights
And words I failed to write
I know she listens for she's my friend
That angel of the midnight moon
Casts tranquail spells
On the silent stillness of the streets
As i wander down lonely lanes
My spirit fills with joyful flames
No prison cell nor rented shack nor a house upon hill
All I have is song for midnight moon
And pavement beneath my feet
I sing of squandered love and drunken nights
And words I failed to write
I know she listens for she's my friend
That angel of the midnight moon
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THE MADNESS
on october the 6th a suicide bomber drove a jeep full of explosives into playground of elementary school in small village in northern iraq killing fifteen children,though it got little attention in mainstream media the images i seen on the net so appalled me i felt compelled to write a poem about it.
the children laughed and the children played
on another crystal clear sunny day
joyous cries filled the air
carefree times that are meant to be
but they did not see nor did not hear
the madness being screamed into the driver ears ...
the children laughed and the children played
on another crystal clear sunny day
joyous cries filled the air
carefree times that are meant to be
but they did not see nor did not hear
the madness being screamed into the driver ears ...
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REVOLUTION BABY
IT'S REVOLUTION BABY"
so grab your shotgun
take your baseball bat
it's time to take these fuckers out
these corporate types
who think they shit bars of gold
smug bastards
who sell our lives
and trade our souls
on stock exchange floors
well you brainwashed the kids
enslave them in a consumer vision
and feed them television dreams
let them worship plastic stars with plastic faces
and with a smiling clown you feed the poor
with crap swept from the killing room floor...
so grab your shotgun
take your baseball bat
it's time to take these fuckers out
these corporate types
who think they shit bars of gold
smug bastards
who sell our lives
and trade our souls
on stock exchange floors
well you brainwashed the kids
enslave them in a consumer vision
and feed them television dreams
let them worship plastic stars with plastic faces
and with a smiling clown you feed the poor
with crap swept from the killing room floor...
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OPIUM
Opium, I thought you were a princess
in long flowing dress
with pearls upon your neck
and tender hand to guide me
through life's twisting highways.
But you had me fooled,
you were a ten dollar whore
whose skin was sickly and white.
You are a liar and a thief
a fraudster of the cruelest kind.
Who you will beg borrow and steal
to feed her hungry desire.
When the claws have tightened
and there's no escape,
upon the road
only darkness awaits.
in long flowing dress
with pearls upon your neck
and tender hand to guide me
through life's twisting highways.
But you had me fooled,
you were a ten dollar whore
whose skin was sickly and white.
You are a liar and a thief
a fraudster of the cruelest kind.
Who you will beg borrow and steal
to feed her hungry desire.
When the claws have tightened
and there's no escape,
upon the road
only darkness awaits.
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