#capricious
The quicksilver moon’s not secure in her orbit.
I’ve heard that she’s slyly slipping away,
One and a half inches yearly
so a little bit every day.
I, for one, want her to stay.
‘Oh meritorious silver sister, you have no dark side,
and I’ve grown used to your capricious light,
Why do you only hover at night?”
I think of her as my own
though she wears no ring
like that showy trollop Saturn
Our moon has a higher engagement pattern.
She’s a spectacle for moon-inspired dances
and a cupid for nocturnal animalistic romances.
Have you noticed that sometimes she’s dark
and sometimes she’s bright?
What turns her on?
What turns her off?
That’s always the question with ladies,
isn’t it?
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Songs for this:
Dancing In The Moonlight (feat. NEIMY) by Jubël
Fly Me to the Moon (feat. Izzie Naylor) Shoby
Moonlight Becomes You by Jeff Haislip
Jul 18, 2025
Jul 18, 2025 at 10:42 PM UTC
walking on eggshells in that lonesome house
your mood was capricious
I was scared of you and your anger
one moment you were fine and agreeable
then if I said the wrong thing
you would fly into a fit of rage
I never knew what was the right thing
or wrong thing to say
anything could set you off
and I was your victim
it was always me
you hated for some reason
no longer do I live with you
and your capricious mood
May 17, 2025
May 17, 2025 at 3:47 PM UTC
Finish my pout:
Still in silver service, silence for stone
Speed of specialness, I implore to route
A friends smile, to a season of its loan...
Brazen, the tooth of intimacy
Even to the point, of reticent doubt
We are the sigh, of a debacle, ready for instancy
That has come and gone with needs, the many is now...
Courage
And the taint of a maligning lip
So sovereign, for a river of couth's, wage
*** and deliberation's share, in the stoic misery we whit:
Is a taste in wishes with none's voice, for more?
Set in mutual distrust, the music of completion...
Is a hardened drive for poised meager and tumultuous, war?
Of sincerity to fathom the just, the tow of comprehension with sin?
I hate, therefore I dream in colors...
Of heaven with a remembered plea:
Sated with your soul, and the intricacy of what honor; force
I have given not, the heed of history, in the voice of youth to be free...?
Feb 2, 2023
Feb 2, 2023 at 2:44 PM UTC
Senryus about those
capricious creatures that rule
over our lives - our moms.
Studying. My phone
beeps, I look at it - mom says,
- "you've been texting!" Argh!
Mom: "Why is it - that
everything is on the floor?"
Me: thinking... "gravity?"
"SORRY!, how could I
know answering your question
would be talking back??"
My mom can hear me
mumble a mile away but
can't hear me yell "what"?
Sep 24, 2020
Sep 24, 2020 at 6:27 AM UTC
Brushes of Golden spark,
Igniting enigmatic eyes….
Bringing out the beauty inside out.
Often they say “you’re beautiful”,
Seldom they mean…
Invariably unfailingly they match beauty inside and out.
Capricious souls, always on lookout
Claiming to love roses with thorns…
Petrified with inside beauty if blown out.
Malignant steps attempting to curb the blaze
Demanding normality…
For they dread the glowing light shining out
It’s time to oppose the crowd
Leaving those hollow soothings unanswered…
Use that helpless wonder for the fears to break out.
As the sun sets to rest
Glorious reality checking in…
Take that burning desire to shine from inside and out.
Jun 25, 2020
Jun 25, 2020 at 7:06 AM UTC
I've grown speechless,
secretive, deaf.
Running and hurling,
running and hurling
for what—?
There are only tides that beacon and retreat,
never one that lingers.
For how could love be blended
into such frivolous motion.
Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 3:20 AM UTC
(this written about a baker's half-dozen years ago)
this then stunning lithe oldest teenage niece, daughter of
my younger sister epitomizes a tall drink of water
(similar to the mother at same age)
What with her willowy young woman body
brimming with budding potential
for breath-taking beauty
enhanced by her quiet mien
expressing itself thru exemplary
artistic and literary flair
if asked to draw a character sketch anime
or wax poetic she would demure
modesty restrains her
acknowledging creative talents
so I thought to compose an ode in praise
of this quiet-natured adolescent
teetering on the brink of adulthood
(now a glowingly radiant young woman)
evolving positive qualities
via submittable, the strength of said niece
whose ambitious parents (my youngest sister =
the proud mama of Ansley),
who embarked to Spain
late summer (many Earth Orbitz back in time
found them bound for the Iberian peninsula
this brother suppresses
envy adventurous bold risk-taking
exposing offspring to world wide web
of Europe fostering cultural awareness
represents continuity for I remember
this youngest sibling of mine
as gently conniving plus possessing
pluperfect courage
to act on her je nais sais qua esprit de corps
as like an inner divining rod
and faith in self-enabling
an exemplary example
of motherhood constituting
both this and Marleigh
(the second of deux whip-smart darlings)
with the world at their fingertips
as hands-on learning
all the while insinuating courage
to take life by the red bull by the horns!
Jan 20, 2018
Jan 20, 2018 at 5:28 PM UTC
you told me
love was a capricious thing
that could only hurt
those who beseech for more
than what they ought to have.
and then
i saw you in the arms
of another.
Jul 6, 2018
Jul 6, 2018 at 8:05 PM UTC
Like a slattern in a string bikini,
Stretch marks bared to the public,
So does July show her wares
If she is scorned.
Sprawling, ugly, no doubt in heat,
An old sow past her prime
Suffocates
All who pass her by.
Any who see Demeter
In each summer day
Have not seen her dark side,
When men refuse to play.
She is full of hot wrath,
If unspent for weeks on end.
Or cold doldrums, when denied:
Raw, frigid mistress of grey.
Yet, in a good year, she might
Swing Sun’s brazen shield
High above, shedding welcome beams,
And let us bask in its bright rays.
July, you sometime traitor,
When we expect you to behave,
Spend promises of warm weather,
No doubt you demur on that alone.
We await your pleasure,
As brides gnaw manicured nails in
Helpless wonderment at your
Selfish woes.
Month of Caesar, choose one attitude or the other!
Either thirty-one days of rain-soaked sulking
Or, better, allow one of selfless, sun-baked joy…
This might even please poor you!
Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 9:07 AM UTC
My mood is often changeable,
And frequently it troughs,
I worry that I’m capricious,
And that it ****** people off.
http://tansyroake.weebly.com/new-word-poems
Jul 19, 2017
Jul 19, 2017 at 4:53 AM UTC
The infatuating smile you got
On this spring day.
Capricious like you, London.
I can't stop myself from
Stumbling back to you.
The things unsaid, the poems unread
A thin lipped man like you, full beard suits you the best.
Ah, the beard,dotted with white snow flakes
my hearts skips for this fickle spring day.
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 11:25 AM UTC
All the things you've said
that have struck me down the most
were said as nonchalant utterances,
or disguised as whimsy and play.
But those are the ones
that dig in the most,
drill into my core
until I'm so ****** off and hurt
I want to spit your venom
right back at you.
Your words work their way
slowly through my system,
steadily poisoning my thoughts.
And it's the worst when I'm alone,
with only my now-tainted mind
for company.
Problem is, sometimes
I feel that same loneliness
with you right beside me.
So, despite your ardent claims
to the contrary,
I'm quite unsure of your ability
to handle my capriciousness
for the long-term.
Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 8:28 PM UTC