"alackaday" poems - Hello Poetry

Lady, lady, lady, It made no sense then and still I'm at a lack. Those days I'd read and fall asleep, take the cheap warmth of the sun on my cheeks (and literacy) for granted, then wake to a sunburn on my back. Aloe evenings, peeling loose skin revealing goose-flesh, feeling foolish again, by my garden on my deck off my guard and lonely. Heck, this is only one instance where I had chills that summer Another was under the orange glow of a poorly funded lighthouse, Us there - just sitting - perched on my car, parked on a slope West River lay ahead and below - Behind were the kinds of smiles and glances people give before they know each other and the chances of where they both may go So, I took my time not giving a **** despite the dame's insistence on a kiss the tourists planned - Too many instants spent looking, fearing leaping peering, keeping distance sparse. Alas, a tour de farce? Thanks to pop-rocks when our lips touched we chuckled at the sparks Lip gloss Then my loss of control Utterly unable to console Is it any wonder the cunning fox we saw just wandered home? With this rhetoric I am ready to admit that I lack(ed) certainty Was the mist real or is't only foggy in my memory? In hindsight I do mind causing pain Though my brain, it sure likes hurting me And lo, À l'acadie we go ...for academia! My ego can't stand seein' ya so the strained "Hello" is ignored - Please impale it on the sword of vanity and estrangement! As I sway toward derangement or insanity, I lurch forward lacksidaisically Need to learn to curb these feelings to watch out for those of others As the sun or lighthouse over us this message resolutely hovers: I hurt

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Feb 28, 2013

Feb 28, 2013 at 9:52 PM UTC

billo

Alackaday

Lady, lady, lady, It made no sense then and still I'm at a lack. Those days I'd read and fall asleep, take the cheap warmth of the sun on my cheeks (and literacy) for granted, then wake to a sunburn on my back. Aloe evenings, peeling loose skin revealing goose-flesh, feeling foolish again, by my garden on my deck off my guard and lonely. Heck, this is only one instance where I had chills that summer Another was under the orange glow of a poorly funded lighthouse, Us there - just sitting - perched on my car, parked on a slope West River lay ahead and below - Behind were the kinds of smiles and glances people give before they know each other and the chances of where they both may go So, I took my time not giving a **** despite the dame's insistence on a kiss the tourists planned - Too many instants spent looking, fearing leaping peering, keeping distance sparse. Alas, a tour de farce? Thanks to pop-rocks when our lips touched we chuckled at the sparks Lip gloss Then my loss of control Utterly unable to console Is it any wonder the cunning fox we saw just wandered home? With this rhetoric I am ready to admit that I lack(ed) certainty Was the mist real or is't only foggy in my memory? In hindsight I do mind causing pain Though my brain, it sure likes hurting me And lo, À l'acadie we go ...for academia! My ego can't stand seein' ya so the strained "Hello" is ignored - Please impale it on the sword of vanity and estrangement! As I sway toward derangement or insanity, I lurch forward lacksidaisically Need to learn to curb these feelings to watch out for those of others As the sun or lighthouse over us this message resolutely hovers: I hurt

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Shaded, faded, degraded But i promise you my ending verse would be I MADE IT Grated, rated, penetrated Hope is with what all my pain I traded Waited, bated, segregated You trying, well so am I, therefore you won't see me retrograded Pierced, teared, speared Failing is something I never Feared Cheated, bleed-ed, mistreated No appreciations, no acknowledgements, little bit of understanding is all I needed Raided, shredded, perforated No matter how dark the tunnel gets, for them dreams I WILL MAKE MY OWN WAY Alackaday, doomsday, mayday I have felt them all that's what makes 'it' so special- MY PAYDAY Bitten, smitten, mistaken Words above define my ride, feel my rhyme and make the most of THE ROAD TAKEN..

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Mar 1, 2018

Mar 1, 2018 at 10:38 AM UTC

SaWal

The Road Taken..

Shaded, faded, degraded But i promise you my ending verse would be I MADE IT Grated, rated, penetrated Hope is with what all my pain I traded Waited, bated, segregated You trying, well so am I, therefore you won't see me retrograded Pierced, teared, speared Failing is something I never Feared Cheated, bleed-ed, mistreated No appreciations, no acknowledgements, little bit of understanding is all I needed Raided, shredded, perforated No matter how dark the tunnel gets, for them dreams I WILL MAKE MY OWN WAY Alackaday, doomsday, mayday I have felt them all that's what makes 'it' so special- MY PAYDAY Bitten, smitten, mistaken Words above define my ride, feel my rhyme and make the most of THE ROAD TAKEN..

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my veil stares out the window whenever it can see months it has hung it is pinned purposely uneven our conversation goes rather well "the gusts of wind!" we see eye to eye

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Aug 18, 2015

Aug 18, 2015 at 11:44 PM UTC

sam-h

alackaday

my veil stares out the window whenever it can see months it has hung it is pinned purposely uneven our conversation goes rather well "the gusts of wind!" we see eye to eye

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What can I say, What can I say? I’m fluid ****** Alackaday! Again and again, Wine is fine, I’m tryin’ and tryin’, Not to cry and whine, Stank, dank wine is fine, of course, But makes me long for stronger force, Stronger drink or… I must think, About your lips… or your soft hips, So far away… Alackaday.

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Nov 9, 2014

Nov 9, 2014 at 8:49 PM UTC

johnny-c

Fluid Me

What can I say, What can I say? I’m fluid ****** Alackaday! Again and again, Wine is fine, I’m tryin’ and tryin’, Not to cry and whine, Stank, dank wine is fine, of course, But makes me long for stronger force, Stronger drink or… I must think, About your lips… or your soft hips, So far away… Alackaday.

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