"anthurium" poems
I once was told
In Broooklyn New York
I had a lackadaisical attitude.
It was the first time I was hearing
That whimsical adjective !
So lackadaisical I was !
Looked like an illness
The way they said it
It seemed I could contaminate.
So I stopped a few seconds to think and dissect the word
Lackadaisical
I lacked a daisy somewhere !
Sounded like I lacked a fuse in my brain !
Next thing I know I was checking the word
In my reminiscences of the Oxford English Dictionary
Or may be it was Webster's
And it said in black and white ferns I lacked purpose
I wasn't properly lazy, I just lacked directions
I lacked enthusiasm, stamina
I was devoid of zest
I was blasé
Insouciant
Careless.
Translated into more French I was nonchalant and better said
Jemenfoutiste.
It was during an encounter group
And they threw that lackadaisical attitude ******** to my face
And guess what i did ?!
I just kept on smiling
Jemenfoutiste to the extreme.
And they kept saying
See what I mean, you 're so ******* lackadaisical , man !
You're so pathetic ! You're so apathetic !
It was Winter in America like Gil Scott-Heron would say
And it felt so good, so warm,
As far as I could see,
To be called lackadaisical
And not laconical.
I not only lacked a daisy
I lacked a bunch of tropical flowers indeed !
Like bouganvillea, orchid or hibiscus
Anthurium, jasmine or bromeliad
I lacked sun and sea
Strange as it was
Even though I was near Atlantic Avenue, Coney Island
So I was lackaseacal and lackasuncal
But what I didn't lack was ants in my pants
And until today they make me dance
My forever lackadaisical dance.
Aug 27, 2019
Aug 27, 2019 at 12:59 AM UTC
I spent lots of minutes and a deep cup of coffee
with your sister, warding off the rain
and realizing that it was easier to acknowledge
that you've become someone I never met,
who wouldn't call me babesio and give me an Anthurium for Valentines Day
because they were sold out of Cactus's,
I decided it was easier to call you a loser
and laugh at how everything isn't working out;
Life's not what it should have been
for you or us
and nodding along when your sister says
'you're better than him, he'll figure it out'
because it was much easier than acknowledging
that I still only want to wrap you up in a hug
spend all day doing nothing together
and talk about all the grand things we might do someday
I'm okay
Really, I'm fine
But you're not
And that hurts me more than you will ever know
Sep 21, 2013
Sep 21, 2013 at 9:56 PM UTC
The light from the end of eternity
Comes in through the window glass
Sits on the sill with the red Anthurium
In the stenciled orange Waterford vase
Centuries.down.and.Decades.done.
From the grassy light of the Lyceum.
If the sun were to choose where to die,
It would falter over Pompeii,
And lie like a broken godhead
Or lava poured into the pottery cups of
The open-skied houses.
Apr 24, 2019
Apr 24, 2019 at 1:48 PM UTC
O My Anthurium! Sweet red Anthurium!
Came to my life, gorgeous and adorable
Thou give me a new direction
For a future we’ll share on.
O My Anthurium! Sweet red anthurium!
Taught me not to count the time left
But the treasured moments
Of happiness thy spent together.
O My Anthurium! Sweet red Anthurium!
Without thee what life would be?
Thy heart is sober
Thy life is over.
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 9:28 AM UTC
I would write, speak and sing
all of dreams
and their hold,
and their shouts
in a quiet surrounding.
I would write, speak and sing
all of flowers;
anthurium, and its gentle flame.
I would write, speak and sing
all of swords, and their unsheathing,
all of wounds, and how I'd heal.
everything.
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 1:45 PM UTC
Fascinating song in harmony made me its slave
Playing in a loop, I got it on replay
I'll give you my violin playing soul and all of its alluring notes
I'll submerge you in my aura soft as rose petals in spring coats
The garden is my body and the river is my soul
It's all for you, you make me feel whole
When the garden is vacant, you plant all the seeds
Removing all of the weeds
Giving it the solicitude that it needs
At the river, you love to stay
Is this a dream?
I surely don't want to wake
I can gaze at you all day
Capturing the beautiful essence of your face
I awakened to a yellow canary singing me a song
Fluttering oh so freely all morning long
Graciously you linger, I can't help but stare
Fluttering oh so freely without a care
When I look into your eyes I see the light blue skies
When you look into mine you see the sun shining bright
My Anthurium, you feel like home
You've given me a love I've never known
Your heart beats in sync with my own
You make me feel like I can do anything
You make me feel like a winner
You love me when the world doesn't
To you, I'm more than just a sinner
Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 7:38 PM UTC
many repeat bloom
mistake to overwater
anthurium plant
May 23, 2019
May 23, 2019 at 7:06 PM UTC