"angie" poems
Dear Hot Straight Actresses,
Stop playing perfect lesbian characters on TV that cause me to become wet on lonely Thursday nights.
It’s the equivalent of waving double chocolate fudge cake in front of a menstruating woman who has just been diagnosed with type 2 diabetes.
To name a few,
Jennifer Beals as Bette Porter on The L Word.
Stop it!
Naya Rivera as the sassy Santana Lopez on Glee.
Stop it!
Angie Harmon as butch goddess Detective Jane Rizzoli on Rizzoli & Isles.
You may be in the closet but you are gay and stop!
And Sara Ramirez and Jessica Capshaw as the married ****** Dr. Cali Torrez and Dr. Arizona Robbins of Grey’s Anatomy.
You…you keep going. You two give me hope.
Hope that someday my insanely high expectations will be met when my hot art collecting, sassy mouthed Doctor with handcuffs in her back pocket jumps from the screen and onto my sweatpants covered lap.
In this crazy assumption that I’ll end up falling out of an apple tree letting gravity push me into the arms of a woman who fixes my broken sense of reality with a amazing great hair and a wedding proposal.
Missing out on the
Hot barista who gives me an extra large when I ask for a small
or the
Budding **** artist who invites me to her galleries only to realize her muse has oddly the same hips as me.
or the
Best friend who is still stuck in the shadows of my closet.
Nope…didn’t see any of those.
I’m too busy watching the **** tube to see what low cut tops they can get away with before they leave the set and back to their husband and 2.5 kids.
All I’m asking is…
…when is it coming out on DVD?
Oct 1, 2012
Oct 1, 2012 at 7:17 AM UTC
Angie works the alleys that reek of greasy sausages and ****
where beer-bellied men appear
and vanish into doorway varnish of invisible rooms,
spitting on their own doorsteps, stubby fingers
running over stained vests and wire wool guts.
Harry lives out yonder where plastic bags’ ballet shoes are made of glue;
he is sharing a hit
with a dreadlocked kid, just another invisible face,
a phantom-surfer nurse, to assist him in
chasing the ultimate high on highway number twenty-two.
Invisible, hairy hands hold her down; Angie has to swallow,
she can feel the pulsating vein
of a softening **** over her tongue and swollen lips –
she gives it a good old slap against her cheek,
grabs the package, and makes sure no one follows.
Harry’s clawing at a face in that place where reality floats
between the tip of the needle
and the desperate edge of chemical dependency -
his little angel taps him on the shoulder;
he turns around, and stabs her in the throat.
Feb 5, 2011
Feb 5, 2011 at 11:32 PM UTC
Angie
Random
Divergent
Harry Potter
Percy Jackson
Anime
Pastries
WAFFLES
ANGIE IN DA HOUSE! BOOOOOOM!!!! :D
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 4:37 PM UTC
Have you ever heard the tale
about the hedgehog with no spikes,
such a sweet little boy
who all the other’s didn’t like?
A case of alopecia,
there was nothing they could do,
such a sad little hedgehog
who cried and cried, “Boo-Hoo”.
But soon the lad grew older,
he wanted to look more lush
so onto his back he tied himself
a little scrubbing brush.
His friends, well they just laughed at him
and bullied him all the more,
until one day, he'd had enough
and walked out through the door.
For years not much was heard of him,
his mother, she did fret
for she’d heard about the busy roads
and trouble, in which, he could get.
But life had turned out fine for him
and soon he’d found a place
where he could earn a little living
and put smiles on many a face.
Within the railway station
with his brush upon his back,
a jumping and a jiggling till
the queue would start to clap.
People travelled from miles around
just to come and watch the show,
their trips no longer boring
they would leave with faces aglow.
But what’s the hedgehog doing
to make the people come to see?
What makes them laugh and cheer
and fills their hearts with so much glee?
You've never seen a shoe shine stall
with such a special knack,
for the owner was a dancing hedgehog
with a brush upon his back!
*
Written by Darren Scanlon, 3rd January 2014
Revised 26th August 2015.
Artwork by Angie Caira.
© 2015 Darren Scanlon. All rights reserved.
Aug 26, 2015
Aug 26, 2015 at 2:31 PM UTC
I adore you.
The freckle just below your right eye.
How you are able to make eating taco's in a onesy with sauce all over my face feel like a date.
I adore your stupid selfies,
the cat sounds you make.
(I'm even starting to like all of your stamp tattoos.)
I adore your **** And how you feel like you shouldn't like it when I touch it.
I adore how you adore your friends.
How you held me last night.
I adore everything I find out about you, and I hate it that I do.
Sep 15, 2013
Sep 15, 2013 at 3:25 PM UTC
Achievement is a journey, not a prize
A path we all must travel, if we're wise
Every step we take, we develop and learn
And the more we strive, the further we'll go
It starts with a dream, a spark in the mind
A goal that we set, for all to find
We work and we labor, day and night
With each step, we get closer to the light
We stumble and fall, but we rise again
For every setback, is a chance to mend
We learn from our mistakes, and we grow stronger
For every failure, is a step closer
And when we reach the top, and our goal is in sight
We'll look back and see all the hard work and fight
We'll know that we've earned it, with blood, sweat and tears
And in that moment, we'll conquer our fears
So let's strive for greatness, and reach for the stars
For every achievement, is a victory in its own right.
Angie.
Jan 26, 2023
Jan 26, 2023 at 2:37 AM UTC
[Life]
I
A man with no shoes
walks by with a limp.
His arms -
covered
in tattoos
and scars -
are lethargic
by choice.
The biting
winter sun
delivers respite
from late December
northerlies.
He reeks of Franzia.
Redolent, it shadows
him, haunts
him like what he drinks
to forget.
His unkempt white beard
is stained yellow
around the mouth
from years of cigarettes
and no-shave Novembers.
He dons a jacket
- faded glory -
that is two sizes too small
and his pants stay together
like a couple for their kids.
Too proud to join
the Salvation Army
on Christmas Eve,
he finds his bench,
lies down
and survives
one
more
night.
II
A man in a suit
drives home in an Audi.
His collar
is stained
with cheap lipstick
and Chateau Lagrange
from last night's
late night meetings.
Angie, his wife,
waits anxiously
at the door
of their four bedroom,
three and a half bath
Victorian.
Her eyes -
still puffy
and red -
fixated up Swann St.
She is not blinking
and barely breathing.
The kids
have been sent to Grandma's
for the night.
They watch TV -
SpongeBob SquarePants.
The Audi
drives by a man on a bench
He looks asleep -
possibly dead.
The suit inside thinks to himself:
“That poor man.”
Nov 29, 2010
Nov 29, 2010 at 9:33 AM UTC
I wish that Katelyn lived closer
Drunk dialing would go a little more smoothly
for me if she at least lived in a neighboring city
I said I would crawl to you and I would
but I'd hardly make it to the end of the street
let alone over the state line before inevitable collapse
I wish that Kristi didn't disappear
My mind would be a little more at ease if I knew
why you vanished in the first place
Questions would have answers
ego would be pieced back together and
that foolish hopeful flame would (hopefully) be extinguished
I wish that Caitlyn wasn't so sweet
a cavity of the heart made the sugar maddening
but you still were so true
sometimes I find myself wanting that madness again
to be alone in company and calamity,
to feel someone's gaze in total love and acceptance;
most times I don't
I wish that Angie wasn't spoken for
I respect your loyalty, I do
You don't come by that very often
But don't you just want to cast that aside?
Don't you want to succumb and give in?
Just this once, let your desires win
But that's just my desire talking
Don't listen
I wish I wasn't so convinced now, so cold
All I know is the cruelty buried
underneath mesmerizing complexities
I also wish my **** didn't burn so bad coming out,
so, now I don't know what to think anymore
Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 4:16 PM UTC
Angie-
fickle, effervescent, esoteric, impatient.
Relative of writers and hedonists.
Lover of spoken word poetry, packing peanuts, and emergency exit row seats.
Who feels that words mean so little yet so much,
you will almost always **** at something the first time around (it's okay),
the 10,000 murderous butterflies attacking her stomach when she sees him.
Who needs the TV on, no matter what,
to hear that she is not crazy, everyone else is,
the time to just sit and read for a change.
Who fears that she really does fail at life,
the huge spider she's sure lives in her closet,
the actual use of physics and calculus in real life situations.
Who gives away advice like guidance counselors are supposed to,
away hair ties like pencils,
love like its cheap.
Who would like to see an actual shooting star,
Sarah and Phil Kay(e) confess their undying love to each other,
the Doctor be happy.
Resident of Underland.
Acuña
Oct 3, 2013
Oct 3, 2013 at 7:41 PM UTC
Angie
In the upcoming days that followed,
her shattered heart will become less hollowed.
I wish, I was there to hold you tight,
my special powers would make everything alright.
Something like this is so succumb,
its understandable to feel so numb.
Got the call from a mother crying,
calming her down, I was trying.
Loved ones will help this mountain you must climb,
the pain you feel will dull in due time.
Remember the good times you had together,
I know right now, you're more fragile than a glass feather.
Life is something no one will never understand,
if you need me, I'll come there and hold your hand.
Things like this, you never expect,
if there was an award for sister of the year,
it's you I would easily elect.
Sometimes life spirals out of control,
I'll be a shovel, to dig you out of this hole.
Each passing day will get a little bit better,
every time you get a chill,
people that love you will be your sweater.
Just remember you have millions that care,
if you're feeling upset or scared,
take a deep breathe of fresh air.
I am here in your time of need,
for you my heart is starting to bleed.
Just remember we all love you,
we have faith, that you will pull through.
Call me if you ever need to talk,
I'd come comfort you, even if I had to walk.
Do your best to ease your mind,
and remember we are only two steps behind.
Oct 12, 2013
Oct 12, 2013 at 2:26 AM UTC
Angie Jolie has a look that melts into her perfect ******* as she teases me into a new world of seduction. Her eyes are a map and her lips show me where to land my ship of seductions. I want her seductions and eruptions filled full of love consumptions.
Catching my beer just short of the head I drink in life… I miss the spice, the strife, the things that make me cream I want feelings and meanings filled with streaming beings.
Needing something greasy I feel easy and less enthused across a world of misused and abused people that are trained to enjoy the steeple. Dogma, **** it over and **** your dogma. It’s there for you to be a tool.
I miss the hand-kisses and well-wishes. Love’s seduction filled with reduction to the finest elements spent on sweat and tears of fears and folly. I want your lolly and folly filled with me.
******* crazy, it is me.
Me, **** me. The life I chose is interchangeably symbiotic.
May 23, 2013
May 23, 2013 at 8:39 PM UTC
We never have the essential answers, to the questions in our daily lives.
God takes the lead and remains in control.
God touches our hearts beyond wishes untold.
I know you’re hurting so very much; I want to help but I don’t know how.
This storm of yours is barreling toward you; sweeping you up and spinning you within.
You hide behind your strength for others;
but you my friend need someone too!
I can’t imagine, in my wildest dream the intensity
of your pain; the complexity of your damaged will!
To lose so many whom you love so dearly, has got to be
robbing your emotion.
When your insides feel like a drowning sorrow,
When your days and nights regret tomorrow,
When your eyes tear up behind their sockets,
(because you refuse to let your feelings show).
When you just don’t want to be the “old” you,
When you can’t see yourself making it through.
When you just can’t seem to gain any control.
When you feel like giving it all up for good,
When your pain and hurt is misunderstood.
Always remember what I am saying.
Dearest friend in “my whole wide world”,
Our Heavenly father is right by your side.
We have our pain and rock hard endings.
We have our trials and tribulations.
We have our moments of dis-repair.
We have our moments when we just don’t care.
But you serve a God who is all around you.
Holding you close in your raging storm.
You may not see it; you may not feel it.
But God is standing faithfully behind you;
waiting for you to Trust him and fall.
Jan 29, 2021
Jan 29, 2021 at 10:59 PM UTC
Thank you for the lesson
your betrayal will teach me.
Thank you for the strength
I will unearth to rise above
Your selfish, sordid act.
Thank you for the reminder
Of my naivety,
And the restraint I will now exercise
In order to keep myself safe.
Thank you for my penance
And redemption,
Is karma paid in full, now?
Or, is there more to come?
Oct 11, 2013
Oct 11, 2013 at 4:39 PM UTC
I wanna let my pen bleed words to the world,
I wanna tell the broken to open with a reason for the season,
I wanna write light to your night,
I started the journey anyway....
I was blind about it,
I turned all way all round,
I was never told what I required,
I packed my bags and took the way,
I started the journey anyway..
Whirlwinds blew me,
My skinny body almost left me,
Unfamiliar and terrible paths I walked,
I cried when it got tough,
I took the journey anyway...
Here I stop to look back,
Here a beautiful way is created,
Here I write for you know,
Here I am is not where I was,
I am in the journey anyway....
The journey to success is faith, hope and action
Some stages are fearful, but you have to pass them,
I write to you for you are strong,
Strong to take your journey too,
Strong to hope that it's a good destiny,
Strong to start,
And so I write to you
Take the journey anyway
@Angie
Apr 7, 2022
Apr 7, 2022 at 7:15 AM UTC
Not long after your sister was born, Angie I learned that I was gonna have you. The only thing better than one little baby, was the fact that I'd soon have two. I love you so much, you are both so sweet, with your pretty blue eyes, and your small hands and feet. Brittany with blond hair, and Angie with Brown, mommy finds it so hard to put either of you down. But sometimes I have to, I have only two hands, and life always hands you a lot of demands. I wish I could hold you, we'd cuddle all day, we'd laugh, and we'd talk, and be happy and play. But mommy wants you to be sure and know, I love you both so much. When I hold you in my arms, it's my heart that you actually touch....
May 5, 2010
May 5, 2010 at 11:21 AM UTC
My friend Terrence
was a little happy sole,
he didn't need a kennel,
nor a house or a hole.
His home was a shell
that he carried on his back,
so that all he had to do
was drop down on the track.
Then he'd pull his head inside,
followed by his legs and feet
and he’d look inside the fridge
for something tasty to eat.
If it started raining
or got too chilly cold,
his friends would run for shelter
beneath trees or in their holes.
But not our little friend,
because he'd climb inside his shell
and have a cup of tea
until the sun chased off the chill.
Wherever he did travel,
he would walk so nice and slow,
well there's no need to rush,
you might trip or stub your toe!
“And all the good things
come to those that wait”,
or so his mother told him
as he headed through the gate.
“If you’re rushing all the time
and your feet don’t want to stop
then you’ll end up getting dizzy
like a whizzing spinning top”.
His mother, how she loved him
and he loved her lots, right back
with her funny little sayings
she would help him stay on track.
So there my tale has ended,
for all you girls and boys,
and now you've met my little friend,
Terence the Tortoise.
*
Written by Darren Scanlon, 25th February 2014.
Revised, 30th August 2015.
Artwork by Angie Caira.
© 2015 Darren Scanlon. All rights reserved.
Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 10:10 PM UTC
ALL TAFFETA & TULLE
(For Angie Baby)
Frightened by the storm
he crawls under
his mother’s skirts
all taffeta & tulle
clinging to her
ankles
before falling
asleep
upon her feet.
She continues playing
her cards right
winning all before her
as the candles
gutter
and almost
go out.
She remembers her body
wrapped about him
her flesh
protecting his innocence
as now her dress
encloses his sleeping
unconsciously stroking
his hair
with her
left foot
his dreams now
pooled at her feet.
Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 6:20 PM UTC
Angie goes on down and blows your mind
Captivates your body makes you blind
Puts you in a rage, but then you find
She kisses your love divine
Angie wakes you up, and lets you know
It’s nearly time to go
Sits upon your lap, and starts to glow
Lets her body show, lets her body show
Angie begs you to stay whilst opening the door
You know it’s time to go
Tells you, come again make it soon
Sailing ships at noon
Angie waves the ship goodbye
I swore I saw her cry
Just a face in a soldiers dream
My Angie, souvenir of oceans been.
Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 11:37 AM UTC
In the deep dark woods
lived a great brown bear,
he was seven feet tall
but the townsfolk didn’t care
for although the bear was huge
and had fangs and long sharp claws,
all the people would make fun of him
and point out his big flaw.
Have you ever met a bear
who had nothing much to say,
who couldn’t even growl
when he came outside to play?
Well, Bob was his name
and no matter how he tried,
when he opened his big mouth
all he managed was a sigh.
Now in a nearby village
lived a little girl called Sal,
she liked the big old bear
and they’d grown to be good pals.
She was never afraid of Bob
for she loved him well and true,
she was sure he’d never hurt her,
he was gentle through and through.
“I going to stop them laughing”,
decided Sal one sunny day,
“They're no longer making fun
of my dear friend that way!”
So she came up with a plan
that was certain to succeed
and when the crowd arrived,
she sneaked up into a tree.
When poor old Bob stood up tall
and he raised his great big paws,
showing to all the people
he had long and dangerous claws,
little Sal gave the loudest roar
from the top of her tiny lungs
as he opened his enormous mouth
showing them fierce looking fangs.
The people jumped and screamed
and then ran for their dear lives,
falling over wooden fences
and some buzzing bee hives.
The bees came out and cried,
“What a terrible thing to do!”
and they chased them even further
with the threat of a sting or two.
Bob and Sal just laughed and laughed
as she dropped down from the tree
landing right upon his back,
how they giggled with such glee.
“I bet they'll all be hiding now
and wondering with a scowl,
where on earth did that silly bear
get his loud and fearsome growl?”
Sal gave Bob a last big hug
and bade her friend goodnight.
“Didn't we both give them
such a terrible old fright?
Lets do it again tomorrow
and watch them scream and run
from a poor old sighing bear,
who is really such good fun”.
Written by Darren Scanlon, 27th May 2014.
Revised 1st September 2015.
Artwork by Angie Caira.
©2015 Darren Scanlon. All rights reserved.
Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 4:28 AM UTC
I never lied to my ex girlfriends.
They were the cross and I was jesus christ.
They were like wine, red church wine.
Now to them im like a satil loaf of bread.
They turned me into sour wine not viseversa.
I never snuck out to get drunk at the bar.
They were always asleep when I came home.
They were hopelessly in love witm me.
Now im watching the final temptation of christ all alone.
Please forgive me : Agatha, Linda, Zoey, Jesika & tina.
Betty, cindy, linda & edna.
Angie, sandra & pam
& stormy & Bethany
Most of all forgive me for what I dont remember.
I didnt make up anything when I was around the guys.
my exgirlfriends knew
Half of it wasnt true.
But Bill, Tyler, Donald, George, greg,
Tim, and frank.
All know the other half wasnt fake.
Oct 18, 2013
Oct 18, 2013 at 6:24 AM UTC
i never thought
in my whole life
that i could be caught
by a girl like you
your eyes are so blue
your smile, so sweet
you are the only one
that i want to keep
it feels like forever
since i've seen you
i don't like being apart
i know you feel the same, too
there's something between us
something sparked
you're the first girl
to ever steal my heart
Oct 26, 2010
Oct 26, 2010 at 6:52 PM UTC
She wore legs of velvet lined with skin of silk. And as her legs churned like the sea, her eyes began to glisten with memories of the past. The past was laying right before her, gazing deeply back at her, threatening to penetrate her iris and on into her brain. That was the last thing she wanted, for him to be in sync with her thoughts and heartbeat. So much so that it was only by the pure twist of fate that she lay here with him on this night. Tonight was supposed to be free, supposed to be without worry or fear, she did not plan on meeting him tonight. And yet, though she carefully planned and negated any sort of interaction with him, fate had its way in leading them together. She wasn't supposed to have missed the train, she wasn't supposed to have had to walk to the corner store and buy an umbrella. Yes, if she had not missed that steaming, insignificant train, she would have not had to wait in the rain. And if she had not walked into that stupid, tiny corner store for an umbrella, she would have never bumped into Angie. And by the grace of God, if she had not met Angie at that corner store, she would have not been talked into catching a few drinks with her. How could Angie have known? And if it wasn't for that naive, miscalculated decision to step inside the bar, she would have never seen him. If only she could turn back the hands of time and leave the house a few minutes sooner, she would not be laying right next to him, trying so hard at not falling in love with him again. And yet, there he was, laying right next to her, stroking her forehead as he slowly kissed the trail of his fingers. Behind her smile and closed eyes, a war raged. A fight between head and heart, a fight to the death, a fight that had been raging for years. And as her breath deepened as he kissed down her chest, she decided that for tonight, heart would win.
Apr 5, 2010
Apr 5, 2010 at 1:28 PM UTC
I took my girlfriend
for breakfast at Ruby Tuesday,
We both had waffles
and I felt a sense of
Satisfaction from the sublime
maple syrup. On our way out
the waitress said, don't be
a stranger, I Miss You.
At the time, me and the
old lady were homeless,
it began to rain, she
cried and said, please baby
Gimme Shelter.
Don't worry, I said,
I'm gonna come to
your Emotional Rescue.
She cried even harder,
and I said, Angie I know
it ***** but *You Cant Always
Get What You Want.*
Truth be told, we're just
Tumbling Dice.
But we're Happy.
And through her tears, she smiled
and said, you will always be
Under my Thumb~
Jul 14, 2020
Jul 14, 2020 at 1:42 PM UTC
Silence measuring pain
from the loss of my daughter at such
a young age
destruction started the year before
six month into her illness
finding life becoming undone
Doctors telling her not much time
left tears being shed
scarcity
of living
not know what she could do
changes furiously made
no doubt left on what she
had to accomplish
love increased inside her soul
wanting her last wishs to be completed
before she left this world
All were completed just in time
from finding her husband
to be with her in the final hour
Little Richard was brought to her side
she knew he was there and one part of
her was able to be at rest
Last day of her life in the hospital room
leaving a short time
I went to make final preparations for her
to be at rest
When I got back still breathing for a few
moments
I said I love you she knew my voice
just one last breath given by her
Angie was going home.
Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 6:48 PM UTC