Through the clatter of a distant noise
The man seemed to lose all his poise
It fell to the ground in a crashing fashion
Leaving his pulse to thunder from passion
The whole room fell silent
As the scene falsely appeared quite violent
The rats all scurrying around
Calamity had been found
The chandelier that falls
Echoes in the halls
Leaves the blind to stall
While the care free have a ball
Panic, it seems, infected most
Even the party's well mannered host
Despite his luxury manor on the coast
And to think, it happened in the middle of his toast
As time passed
Only a few seemed to last
Unstirred by any of the commotion
Locked in on a view of the ocean
As tick came to tock
Patrons grew weary of they clock
Seeing that the excitement had reached it's end
They leave knowing stasis is no friend.
Life with the Ponds
There was a girl
that I knew for years
When young, she was strong
And had little fears.
When older, she engaged
to a man with such glory.
But she waited so long
to tell me of Rory.
Then we started, with time,
to bring him along.
And in less than a minute,
her Rory was gone.
He vanished from time
and Amy forgot.
While, as my curse,
I sadly did not.
But then with a bang,
the boy did return,
when he was desperately needed,
when life wouldn't burn.
A brave soldier he was
with little to no fears.
He sat there with Amy
for 2,000 years.
Then we saved the world.
Reset, it would be,
but, in return,
it would lose me.
On my way back
through the turning of time,
I took notice
of this cursed life of mine.
Soon through the flashback,
which showed little glory,
I stopped in my path
to tell Amy a story.
It brought me back
into the world.
In time for a wedding
of a boy and a girl.
I had a calling
from the groom's bride.
"Oh Doctor, my doctor,
you cannot hide
You're not imagined,
you are so real.
Come back through the crack
so that it can heal."
And soon I did
as the wind blew
I arrived in a tux,
and brought something blue.
we set off again
Me, happy as ever,
with my two best friends.
And, after that,
It didn't take long
til we went to war,
til they had River Song.
Her life was confusing,
and converged into mine
I didn't realize
she was a lady of time.
When young, she was stolen.
Being trained, was she.
All of that work
just to kill me.
She almost succeeded
but it wasn't too late.
She gave me her lives.
She'd never regenerate.
Later, we'd marry,
when I was to die.
That's what earth needed
to move forward in time.
But yet I survived
in a robot of me
"Oh, clever Doctor,
how could this be?"
I know it confuses,
but one must not know.
It could fill up your brain
so much it might blow.
Now, on with the story,
it's soon to end.
I do not like it,
but it's hard to pretend.
We found Dinosaurs, cowboys,
we held the power of three,
but then came the angels.
They took them from me.
My sweet little pond,
and one of her boys.
I was so broken.
I lost all my poise.
Before all of this,
we ran, and we ran
But now there's no running
"Goodbye, Raggedy Man.
He was sitting at the bar,
not a nice bar at that,
when she walked in
uplifted by the draft
as she let the heavy door
close behind her
draped in a black dress
with black hair
like a shroud
and pale skin
she sat two stools down from him
and ordered an old fashioned
and necked it down
before ordering another
losing none of her poise
and no sign of flushed cheeks
she made eye contact with him
and for the first time in his life
he knew fear
and he knew he wanted to be scared
He ordered two old fashioned's
and slid a stool over
and told her his name
holding out his hand hopefully
she took it
with dainty fingers
her skin was colder than the creek
that he had been dared to swim in
during the winters of his childhood
"I think we've met before" she said
a voice like a funeral dirge
"so you must come here a lot" he replied
"you could say that,
or you could come back to my place"
he was more than happy to oblige
together they trudged off into the inky night
and he was never seen again,
and the next night
she was back at that bar
drinking old fashioned's
and waiting to be approached
This is pathetic,
you are pathetic,
I've counted seconds around you, felt them (they are glassy),
I've done rude things to nice people when nobody admits this,
my poise is tense,
by tense I mean elastic in a non-wooden way, i mean potentially,
it snaps because I've met you in a universe and thats real enough,
theres lots of reasoning going on,
nobody agrees with me because they know ill take myself down on this one, those watchers.
sometimes doors open for charm, other times for lepracy
so I have said what I came to say, your an arsehole.
I did not know him, not at all.
He was old, and thin, gray and tall,
He had a mustache on his crooked nose
And wore the most outlandish clothes.
Jamaican Flag suspenders draped
Shoulders bent and under-shaped,
With knees as knobby as a knibble pin
All wrapped in a potato skin.
He had a well-trimmed uni-brow,
I had not noticed until now,
And he was carrying something that
I think was a pineapple hat.
Now, I'd had questions, lots and lots,
Crazy theories, thoughtful thoughts!
Curiosities about the way
They ran the fourth grade today!
And Jamie said, "If your question is half as good
A question" as she understood,
I ought treat it just like any task
And take it to Professor Flask.
But Professor Flask, who I respected,
Was nothing like I had expected.
I thought he'd be wise and debonair,
Not this fellow standing there.
Perhaps he could simply not resist
The look of a Mad Scientist...
That crazy, wavy wisp of wonder
Minds are when they are warped by thunder.
But I did, I asked him anyway -
And I knew very clearly what to say,
When I seemed to catch his beady eye,
And as he tried to fix his big pink tie
He said, "Why do A's come before the Z's?
And what are Powdered Purple Peas?
Why do eyebrows brow our eyes?
Why is it we do not like flies?"
"How come fish swim in a school?
And what makes winter time so cool?
Why do my shoes make so much noise
When I've such a grandiose poise?"
'Why do Orange Giraffe's eat apple sauce?
If I'm the Captain, who's the boss?
How many times can I ask why?
And if I ask, does that mean I..."
"Don't have any of the answers and you do?
Then why do porcupine's resent the letter Q?
If I steal third base and half the track,
Will they make me give it back?"
"Can I put a cheese ball in my tea?
Why won't somebody answer me?
Will TV make my head explode
While I'm eating ice cream a-la-mode?"
"I'll take two lumps of sugar, please,
Right beside my black-eyed peas,
Before that Giraffe takes all my fame
And tries to steal my famous name."
"Do Crocodiles mind it when you comb their hair?
Or would they see it as a dare?
And do hummingbirds really hum?
I don't believe I've seen a one
"Why do Orange Giraffe's wear purple ties
On Tuesday, eating kidney pies.
While the Rhinoceros are promptly disavowed,
And quite simply are not allowed..."
"To wear a tie, a shoe, a hat?
Now just how very fair is that?
Do coconuts coco at all?
I think I heard they did last fall."
"However did the butter get its fly name?
It isn't made of butter. Not at all!
And the House Fly! It would so seem
If I saw one do that I'd scream."
"Do Chimpanzee's ever play Chess on a train?
Or up in a tree? Or out in the rain?
Do Ostrich Ost in late July?
And why can't a Kupi-Kumquat fly?"
Professor Flask's mustache twitched,
As though he had an itch that itched,
And through thick glasses he stared down at me
And continued on quite pointlessly...
"Why do Orange Giraffe's wear purple ties on Tuesday?
I know I've asked this twice before, but do thay?
Every one I see despises me and growls when I inch near.
All they do is laugh at me and spit and snap and sneer."
"Oh, why won't anybody tell me
The why, the how, the who, the what, the where?
I've asked and asked and asked and asked and still they
Act as though they do not even care."
Professor Flask tugged at his hair and eeked.
His long legs shook, and then he sort of squeaked.
And his foggy eyes looked a frightful mess up there,
As he started pulling out his frazzled, fraying, graying hair.
He chugged and gulped and swallowed down a laugh.
Then he chuzzled up a grin on my behalf.
He swallowed half a hiccup down,
And then wide-eyed, he looked around
And hollered out a hee-haw sound
And as if there were a treasure found,
He thumped his thumpers on the ground,
Then he howled like a basset hound.
You could have heard a peanut sneeze
When Professor Flask went hush.
He stood their looking down at me,
All spent, and worn, and flushed.
I'd wasted this entire day,
And did not know what else to say,
When Professor Flask put his pineapple hat
Back on and walked away.
Copyright © 2009 Richard D. Remler
"A clear conscience is the sure sign of
a bad memory."
You told me to write about us.
To remember all the happy moments.
You smiled when I cried,
But not because it made you happy
Only because you wanted me to smile.
I pass this shit up for a poem,
Some poeple believe it to be so
I wish they all could know
The hurt and anger I hold
You told me you wanted to marry me.
In June. On a summer night.
Barefoot outside, with all we love.
You told me, "don't ever leave. Please?"
But I hadn't, I haven't
I scream, and I plead
My selfish need to bleed
To feel pain, just to know im alive
Because I don't believe in love.
You tell me there's someone else.
She's better, taller, thinner
Her face is perfect plaster
Like she was painted by a master
And her poise elegant lips
Make a hiss
Shiny, sharp and poise
The knife I undergo
Stabbing, ripping, bleeding
My old broken heart's still beating
Grace as a necessity
Beauty that rivals nature
Quaint modesty of a lady
Perfect appeal to the masses
How can I ever live up to that?
A mere imperfect girl
With less grace and poise
Appearance to ordinary for words
With less modesty than a lady
So, I will never be wanted
Left behind in the background
Waiting to be seen
To be wanted by anyone
And yet, it's a dream far off
For love knows first impressions
Its shallowness rendering us unavailable
Wanted by the perverse and lonely
Lusted for there is no one else
A vision of love that's lost
Lost to the guys who broke our hearts
To those who use us like toys
Whose love changes by the pound
Whose so called "love" made us cold.
my fingers hover
over the keys they poise
the silver reflects
black notes blur
before my eyes
air fills my lungs
I close my mouth
everyday fears and worries
I concentrate on the music
dots on the page become a tune
black and silver tube
channels my anxiety
and out comes magic
all the worries I exhale
evaporate and condense into music
Through the blaring noise
And the gyrating hips of clubbers
Did I see you in all grace and poise?
Leaving a trail of lustful passers.
Above all else I heard a soft purr
As a moan escaped everyone’s lips
Did I softly hear you murmur?
“Would you like a kiss?”
And in that moment I fell
Like one of your numerous suitors
Did I not once often tell?
Lust is love’s awful traitor.
In the barren landscape with little to show
The wintry day was about to bow
When with a tingling fear and a little grouse
I stood alone before the haunted house.
It loomed ominously its spires high
That seemed to pierce the evening sky
Its cobwebbed door and dusty panes
Reeked of evil and bode ill omens.
The chilly wind blew down my spine
Trying to stop me with howling whine
‘Don’t step on this long untrodden track,
Before they find you, better go back’.
For a moment I felt like running away
Not stopping there for the nocturnal stay
But my heavy laden feet dragged me on
There was no going back till came dawn.
Soon I was past the evening’s first star
To enter the doorway that was slightly ajar
The darkness inside was so maliciously thick
It would hardly melt with just one matchstick.
As I lit the candle I cried in utter fright
I was knocked down by a dark whirling night
It was sometime before I regained my compose
It was bats on their flight as from slumber they arose.
The place closely resembled my nightmare’s hell
With silence of the grave and a rotten stinking smell
It seemed to say ‘the alive is debarred here,
When you turn to them, you’ll have no fear’!
I tried not to be unnerved and lit up my torch
To see what lay beyond the long dusty porch
Finding the staircase I tried to gather my poise
But it was soon gone at the ghastly creaking noise.
I heard someone above speaking in muffled voice
‘We had to come here, there was no choice,
But I’m sure something is down there,
A ghost must be moving, I heard sounds down stair’!