Submissions by zenithquasar77 (The Marcus De Sade)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Pervair of witty ditty's and sublime rhymes...i also like cats.
"Justice"
Justice denied
your case is tried
testimony rejected
as the witness lied
your mouth open wide
your hands bound and tied
your trying to scream
but you can only dream
this is a nightmare
this isn't fair
as the hair stand's erect
on the back of your neck
smacking your head
as you hit the deck
as two words ring out
in the back of your head
"NOT GUILTY"
The killer
walk's free
what could be simpler
unsolved cases
with the facts
that were similar
his family traumatized ...
your case is tried
testimony rejected
as the witness lied
your mouth open wide
your hands bound and tied
your trying to scream
but you can only dream
this is a nightmare
this isn't fair
as the hair stand's erect
on the back of your neck
smacking your head
as you hit the deck
as two words ring out
in the back of your head
"NOT GUILTY"
The killer
walk's free
what could be simpler
unsolved cases
with the facts
that were similar
his family traumatized ...
143 reads
12 Comments
Street Poetry
Street Poetry" By Marcus Cooke
Hear the word on the street
make way for
collective feet
a class war storming
over the horizon
i refuse to frighten
i refuse to fight
turn from darkness,
head towards the light.
Take a look around
see what you can see
violence,unemployment,CCTV
corruption emanating
from high street sellers
and the fortune tellers
i can read your palm
i can tell you a ditty
about the working class
drowning in seas
of kitty litter
broken spat out...
Hear the word on the street
make way for
collective feet
a class war storming
over the horizon
i refuse to frighten
i refuse to fight
turn from darkness,
head towards the light.
Take a look around
see what you can see
violence,unemployment,CCTV
corruption emanating
from high street sellers
and the fortune tellers
i can read your palm
i can tell you a ditty
about the working class
drowning in seas
of kitty litter
broken spat out...
157 reads
8 Comments
Fart In The Park (Fest-evil Time Again)
A new festival every week
society thinks its cool
because society is weak
this week its fart in the park
time for a laugh
Its fest-evil season again
the mass migration of assholes
aims for a focal point
in a field somewhere in somerset
you can bet they will be bringing with it
crime, corruption bad smells, game for a laugh
thousands of revelers
who have never taken a bath
Badly constructed tents
with stupid fucking flags
made from handkerchiefs
and tattered rags ...
society thinks its cool
because society is weak
this week its fart in the park
time for a laugh
Its fest-evil season again
the mass migration of assholes
aims for a focal point
in a field somewhere in somerset
you can bet they will be bringing with it
crime, corruption bad smells, game for a laugh
thousands of revelers
who have never taken a bath
Badly constructed tents
with stupid fucking flags
made from handkerchiefs
and tattered rags ...
78 reads
8 Comments
Escape Velocity
Escape my velocity
enter a world of poetry
sensation vs thinking
cascading salvation
equal my equations
generations, regeneration
something new vs something old
what was found has just been sold
through the books on my shelf
my greatest adventure
is about to be told
Hold on to clarity
exit reality
escape to the end
of the cascading light
take no wrong turn's
take the left
not the right
use my brain
reality vs motion
Cosality is my corrosion
feet become stuck ...
enter a world of poetry
sensation vs thinking
cascading salvation
equal my equations
generations, regeneration
something new vs something old
what was found has just been sold
through the books on my shelf
my greatest adventure
is about to be told
Hold on to clarity
exit reality
escape to the end
of the cascading light
take no wrong turn's
take the left
not the right
use my brain
reality vs motion
Cosality is my corrosion
feet become stuck ...
69 reads
6 Comments
"Manifesto"
If you like sugar
then your love me
forgive me if i laugh
sarcastically
we are
the happy death men
who wont leave you alone
we peel your flesh
so we can dine on your bones
your like sugar
in our tea
not to sweet
not to weak
it will start
with your hands
and end at your feet
we will devour you
we will spit out
your soul
we will slice you into
luncheon meat and eat you
in a roll
your like bubblegum
on our...
then your love me
forgive me if i laugh
sarcastically
we are
the happy death men
who wont leave you alone
we peel your flesh
so we can dine on your bones
your like sugar
in our tea
not to sweet
not to weak
it will start
with your hands
and end at your feet
we will devour you
we will spit out
your soul
we will slice you into
luncheon meat and eat you
in a roll
your like bubblegum
on our...
87 reads
7 Comments
Darker Then Scarlet
Through the shutter
of the camera lens
he sees life expired
a sea of faces
trapped in a moment
of agony
forever contained
in the four walls
of a photograph
cast in scattered
black and white's
there souls had already
departed, there body's
now removed from the crime scene
lay down on autopsy tables
ready for the meat wagon.
Faces he had never met
became his friends
emerging from the
shadows and fog
of the developing fluid ...
of the camera lens
he sees life expired
a sea of faces
trapped in a moment
of agony
forever contained
in the four walls
of a photograph
cast in scattered
black and white's
there souls had already
departed, there body's
now removed from the crime scene
lay down on autopsy tables
ready for the meat wagon.
Faces he had never met
became his friends
emerging from the
shadows and fog
of the developing fluid ...
105 reads
11 Comments
Evidently Tribute Time
Without a doubt, if wasn't for this clever poet, Punk Poet Detectives would not exist, Tom would never have written any poems, which means Marcus would never have seen him on you tube, which means all those crazy open mic performances would never have taken place, this page you have been enjoying for the last couple of months would never have been made? so who is this man? why he is John Cooper Clarke..The Bard of salford. So sit back, drink your coco and enjoy a punk poem tribute to the man we like to call sir!
"Evidently Tribute Time" By Tom Quinton And Marcus Cooke
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"Evidently Tribute Time" By Tom Quinton And Marcus Cooke
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78 reads
3 Comments
Wrong Direction
Five smut faced,
useless teenage dick weeds
dancing to a tune
orchestrated by there celustral
puppet master, Simon cowbell
Stored and kept in a well,
one by one
they fell in to the fame machine
chewed out and spat out by
there fans and record company
left for dead, broken like
there dolls that bare the same
likeness as there copyrighted faces
and clothes,
They took a gamble, it worked
they made shit loads of cash
as they thrash about in waters
of corporate greed, smoking weed
because it makes them look cool...
useless teenage dick weeds
dancing to a tune
orchestrated by there celustral
puppet master, Simon cowbell
Stored and kept in a well,
one by one
they fell in to the fame machine
chewed out and spat out by
there fans and record company
left for dead, broken like
there dolls that bare the same
likeness as there copyrighted faces
and clothes,
They took a gamble, it worked
they made shit loads of cash
as they thrash about in waters
of corporate greed, smoking weed
because it makes them look cool...
101 reads
17 Comments
Uncanny Yes -Men
"Uncanny Yes-Men" By Marcus Cooke And Tom Quinton
Eye to the sky
only say no when you die
wanker bankers
say yes then leave
you high and dry.
yes men smile
the fat cats gloat
i bet they feel snug
in a double fur lined coat.
MP'S pocket a pay rise
recommended by a independent body
the yes men strike again
fucking over everybody
Where yes means no
and no means maybe
where corrupt politicians
lick your ass and kiss
your baby's
The uncanny yes men
have a x-factor for
corruption
which ticks the...
Eye to the sky
only say no when you die
wanker bankers
say yes then leave
you high and dry.
yes men smile
the fat cats gloat
i bet they feel snug
in a double fur lined coat.
MP'S pocket a pay rise
recommended by a independent body
the yes men strike again
fucking over everybody
Where yes means no
and no means maybe
where corrupt politicians
lick your ass and kiss
your baby's
The uncanny yes men
have a x-factor for
corruption
which ticks the...
102 reads
6 Comments
Sad Manners
"Sad Manners" By Tom Quinton & Marcus Cooke
When you barge through the door
Spare a second For a thought
I'm not the shit on your heel
Or the mess on the floor
Its my duty to inform you
And my pleasure to remind you
That manners don't cost a thing.
When I'm talking to you
The art of conversation is lost
logic goes out the window
No matter the cost
Birds sing while
the cell phone ring
I should remind you that
Manors don't cost a thing.
you eat with your mouth open
your social etiquette
is broken like...
When you barge through the door
Spare a second For a thought
I'm not the shit on your heel
Or the mess on the floor
Its my duty to inform you
And my pleasure to remind you
That manners don't cost a thing.
When I'm talking to you
The art of conversation is lost
logic goes out the window
No matter the cost
Birds sing while
the cell phone ring
I should remind you that
Manors don't cost a thing.
you eat with your mouth open
your social etiquette
is broken like...
111 reads
8 Comments
So 1980's
So 1980's" By Marcus Cooke
Recently I've been
reminiscing about the 80's
the music, the passion
the movies
crimes of fashion
its got so bad
that 2013 has disappeared
replaced with
a holographic copy
of the 1980's
when some wore legwarmers
and some were babies.
where some were yuppies
and some were just lazy
But this 80's fixation
is getting out of hand
time runs to quickly
measured in valleys of sand
i road this crazy 80's bullet
wearing snow washed jeans
and a dodgy mullet,
but...
Recently I've been
reminiscing about the 80's
the music, the passion
the movies
crimes of fashion
its got so bad
that 2013 has disappeared
replaced with
a holographic copy
of the 1980's
when some wore legwarmers
and some were babies.
where some were yuppies
and some were just lazy
But this 80's fixation
is getting out of hand
time runs to quickly
measured in valleys of sand
i road this crazy 80's bullet
wearing snow washed jeans
and a dodgy mullet,
but...
80 reads
8 Comments
God Bless The Grammar Natzi's
You will have observed my now, tom and Marcus's complete disregard for grammar and spelling? how they get away with it is anyone's guess? So here presented to you is a poorly constructed "ditty" which some may find controversial others annoying, and some who like us who cant spell and have no concept of grammar will appreciate.
"God Bless The Grammar Nazi's"
By Tom Quinton And Marcus Cooke
God bless the grammar Nazi's
the word elite, Illuminati
you've been pointing
out mistakes,
causing, chaos
teeth clenched
armed with scythes and...
"God Bless The Grammar Nazi's"
By Tom Quinton And Marcus Cooke
God bless the grammar Nazi's
the word elite, Illuminati
you've been pointing
out mistakes,
causing, chaos
teeth clenched
armed with scythes and...
180 reads
14 Comments
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