#bowl
I love the time of year, in the town where I live,
When dark fluffy rainclouds block out the sun,
Raindrops sprinkle down in periodic fits of showers
And the colors of life look more brilliant than ever
It gives me the feeling of living in a fishbowl
The air itself seems to adopt a verdant green hue
Signaling the rainy season is in full swing.
Aug 8, 2019
Aug 8, 2019 at 9:27 PM UTC
My life has become a bit like a fishbowl:
the glass is thick and durable, it's supposed to
be smudge-proof, but you never fail to leave your finger-
prints behind. There are rocks at the bottom, a blend of neons:
blue and orange and pink and green and yellow, painted with the
cheap kind of paint that eventually chips away and gathers at the tip-top of the water...always mixing in with the the flimsy food flakes you toss in at mealtimes before watching with disinterested fascination as I swim to the top and sort through what's edible and what's not, as if the food is much better than the chips of paint and the dust bites that gather after a few days of sitting on the counter. My bowl stays in the sun as though the pink and purple fake plants you've given me require time spent in
the light to grow and prosper, although it is fun to check every
now and then to see how much you really care when I let
myself drift to the top of the water to bask in the glow
of either the sun or the artificial lamp that's been
placed next to my bowl. Some nights you
forget to turn it off, but I don't mind
so much because at least then I
can watch over you at night
the way you watch over
her, instead of me.
Feb 5, 2021
Feb 5, 2021 at 11:47 AM UTC
Circle round once more...
Perhaps it is different now...
infinite glass wall...
Feb 24, 2020
Feb 24, 2020 at 9:20 PM UTC
There was somewhen love
Only to adjust with evil
Turning life into something hard and round
Trying to escape the bowl
Only to taste a glimpse around
Before you just fall apart and down
Feb 6, 2020
Feb 6, 2020 at 4:57 AM UTC
In the ***** streets
I saw your face,
In the rough sea
I felt your body,
In the bus stations
I smelled your perfume,
In my cereal
I tasted your tears,
In the loud radios
I heard your absence.
On my pillow
I shouted my goodbyes.
I don't see you anymore.
My cereal bowl is full of your lies.
Sep 20, 2019
Sep 20, 2019 at 4:09 PM UTC
can't imagine it ranks high up
on any list of any deity,
*** and God ******
probably don't make the cut,
on a relative basis,
but ya never know...
looked around,
couldn't be found
any mention of who he roots for,
or if it's ok to ask for intervention
**but
if you ******
if you behead...
claiming with perfect
human vanity
his name as your own
for justification
in ignoring
Thou Shall Not ****
know this
you're a commandment breaker,
having taken god's name in vain,
vain like vanity,
the sin unique to only humans
we cannot divine the divine,
sure wish it was my NY Giants
were today bowl-occupied,
why he chooses me to suffer
someday will surely be explained
or not
but you murderers,
easy rest assured,
taking his name in vain,
you won't be forgotten,
cause and effect
spelled out clearly**
“the LORD will not hold him guiltless
who takes his name in vain”
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 2:51 PM UTC
Let me take your eyes, I'll
give you my teeth.
Who wants brown rot? You.
Wheat speckled emerald
rings encircle
obsidian space.
Just one of the things
I love about your face.
Out of the box, out of the realm,
she is heart to my sword and my helm.
Bowl of the bread, bowl on her head,
she permits me the grand privilege:
learning her will, learning her pain,
learning her joy and her disdain,
lines into dimples, lines into jowls,
lines of a smile and lines of a scowl.
Apr 9, 2019
Apr 9, 2019 at 2:20 AM UTC
***** Cat ***** Cat
Want to drink some Milk
Yes Sir, Yes Sir
Three Bowls Full
One for Myself
One for my Kitten
And one for my lazy sister
Who sleep for the day.
Mar 9, 2019
Mar 9, 2019 at 9:43 AM UTC
my silken
screen take
her skin
bare but
to my
53 lens
she fit
a lure
and maid
engrained lore
and glint
to ail
maple leaf
and bottom-up
field in
Atlanta to
yankee sidelines
Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 1:17 PM UTC
***
My dog drinks toilet water
he didn't used to do this
a lapping drinking monster
No training manual falter
lids are down, all around
no answers and no quarters
What drives the animal mind
I have no understanding
maybe some day I'll find
why it's so appealing
The water in his dish
the same found in the bowl
maybe it's a dog death wish
on a suicide
protocol
Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 1:49 PM UTC
Yesterday I came home mad
I had the house to myself
so I went to my room
and packed a bowl
I decided to clean the bathroom
because for me,
cleaning is therapeutic
I took a hit and then scrubbed the sink
I took a hit then cleaned the toilet
I took a hit and then cleaned the mirrors
I took a hit and scrubbed the bathtub
I took a hit and swept the floors
the bathroom I stood in smelled like bleach
and
marijuana
I felt better
burning and bleaching the days gunk away
Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 5:56 AM UTC
Don't spackle the bowl you nasty troll. Did you think your mommy would clean it up? Ah ah ah...don't say a word just grab the brush before I make you drink from your cup.
Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 3:47 PM UTC
Bring me my palette board.
Bring me my paintbrush.
Look wide open, ask me not
if it’s full or a half glass.
The sea is babbling high,
The clouds swimming on the go.
Reach out to the sky!
Be quick, before a raindrop
spills off the rainbow bowl,
stirs the dew on the rosebud
at first sight of the
spring blooming fast.
So what if the sky won't
lend a blue patch away,
catch that close by,
slips through the fingers:
a pair of butterflies.
Does it matter if you say yes or no?
A piece of heaven is on earth!
Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 8:28 PM UTC
A dance
in the
flight ingenious
a team
snare at
yip afield
this fraught
license overland
altogether so
nil in
sides of
play but
torturous slide
as mortals
divisive incline
to march
afoot lawn
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 6:28 AM UTC
Sometimes a single apple
Can ruin the whole lot.
Perfect
and shiny
and ruby-red,
crumbling into bruised wrinkles
and spotty, brown lumps.
Before long,
the bowl is brimming with the sundown of a harvest's life,
and flies begin to swarm.
And even when some are left,
bright and fresh,
newly ripe,
I won't go near them,
for fear of turning them over and finding the ugly,
mushy
evidence of their flaws.
Just like the others,
almost worse,
because they allow for an optimism,
in your hunger,
you allow the glimmer of hope
and reach for one
hesitantly.
But no,
it's just like the others,
only deceptive,
pretending to be something that can satiate your needs,
when in truth,
it's just another piece of rotting fruit.
Dec 9, 2017
Dec 9, 2017 at 2:56 PM UTC
surfing the waves of the fishbowl which is my head
swirling the lengths, surrounded by other tanks
we cannot help but peer into each other's worlds
some transparent, some murky
and, oh dear, some with one-way glass!
we try to relate, as if we could cross those barriers
those seemingly invisible membranes
but instantly met with the limits of the fish bowl
smack!
and around and around i go
counting laps and cleaning glass
this silly fishbowl of mine
Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 4:06 PM UTC
Like your orange bowl
of sweets and sweet love
It’s part of me now
No way Jose, No way.
Like the place we first met
that begins with B
Let’s go back tonight
No way Jose, No way.
Because all the dogs down in here
smell your disdain
And say
No way Jose, No way.
This boat’s going to sink
so let’s get drunk
and love
On this day Jose, On this day.
Oct 11, 2017
Oct 11, 2017 at 4:13 AM UTC
Ten teaspoons of pure suffering
With a sprinkle of love toughening
Add a pound of tormented soul
To mix up into the life bowl
A tiny pinch of happiness
With a huge handful of darkness
Now give those two a solid roll
To mix up into the life bowl
Maybe add a dash of pleasure
Which must be light as a feather
Add chunks of torture for that toll
To mix up into the life bowl
Don’t forget a cup of heartbreak
Including all friends that are fake
With that, your recipe is whole
To mix up into the life bowl.
Jul 30, 2017
Jul 30, 2017 at 1:04 AM UTC
Don’t go, hold onto your colour bowl,
never lose your paintbrush,
not even at the twilight.
Someone's smiling on earth.
It can’t hide forever.
Maybe hidden but not far—
could be only behind a lock of hair.
Black is not only black.
Look beyond, it could be all fair.
Gently raised and softly lit
on the moonlight’s field
These forever-calm shady groves,
piled up on the night's pitch-black scene,
are ahead of the curve in silent reading.
Behind these out of the box line-ups
by the middle, the stage composed
for the thrillers that rock and roll
An incense is still burning
the sundown burns down into ashes,
is still breathing, smelling the scent.
Yesterday will revive and comes tomorrow
keep an eye for a moment or two.
Follow the glow, gazing in the night
and slip into the grove
for they are in the know
is a veiled beauty, earth’s silhouette,
drawn down to the moon!
All the starry fireflies on the stardom
love to drop down and join the moths
Around this tucked away silhouette,
charming beauty down the moon.
Only on the earthen ground it grooms!
May 22, 2017
May 22, 2017 at 6:06 PM UTC
Eating a bowl of noodles
Slurping the squiggly lines to extinction.
Gulping down the boiling hot broth
Coughing a bit, breathing a lot.
Wishing everyone a happy new year.
Apr 15, 2017
Apr 15, 2017 at 9:27 AM UTC