Wayne Leon Learmond
Born in Liverpool 48 years ago, I have always held a fascination for words - especially words that rhyme. I am a 'Dark Writer', preferring to write about all things of a Supernatural or dark nature.
Most of my early work, that I have posted on here, and that I wrote many years ago, is quite light. But, I have always preferred to write dark, forboding, terror-filled pieces. When I am ... more »
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Wayne Leon Learmond Poems
Television is the curse of the nation Feeding ignorance from station to station.
Depression (Like a ten-ton truck)
Depression hits you Like a ten-ton truck. One minute you are down
Racism Eats you up inside. Plays upon
I'm Not An Alcoholic
Another battle with the bottle And this time I won't lose I sip this bottle of vodka Stopping when I choose
YOU! School Bully You who thinks you're hard.
Sweet Suicide Senerade
Sweet Suicide Serenade ...................
The Devil Wears Denim
The Devil wears Denim Or so it's been said. He's updated himself
I opened my eyes and there he was. His back was turned, it was such a buzz. to have him right there, inside my room - but my face turned to terror - for all too soon. He turned to me with an evil glint. Pulled from his sack - linomint - and proceeded to smear around my neck. Although I struggled, I would soon be dead.
'What time is it? 5pm Oh no He will be home again
No Such Thing as a 'Rightous War'
And within those trenches thick with blood. Thick with mud
She made her way, down the desolate hall She was late for school
For All Eternity
For All Eternity ..........................
He's just a drunkbeat downandout He don't care what people shout Crawling through the streets at night Looks through bins
You know it's going to ring But what does it care? Seeing you tormented pulling at you're hair.
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(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
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is the curse of the nation
from station to station.
Is the curse of the nation
What you're going to watch
is beyond explanation.
Over thirty channels
and you have not picked one yet.
That stands there
in the corner
of the nation is the order
What have you learned of
Generations of kids
that still don't know