"arrant" poems
“Seldom we find,” says Solomon Don Dunce,
“Half an idea in the profoundest sonnet.
Through all the flimsy things we see at once
As easily as through a Naples bonnet—
Trash of all trash!—how can a lady don it?
Yet heavier far than your Petrarchan stuff—
Owl-downy nonsense that the faintest puff
Twirls into trunk-paper the while you con it.”
And, veritably, Sol is right enough.
The general tuckermanities are arrant
Bubbles—ephemeral and so transparent—
But this is, now—you may depend upon it—
Stable, opaque, immortal—all by dint
Of the dear names that lie concealed within’t.
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Sister and mother and diviner love,
And of the sisterhood of the living dead
Most near, most clear, and of the clearest bloom,
And of the fragrant mothers the most dear
And queen, and of diviner love the day
And flame and summer and sweet fire, no thread
Of cloudy silver sprinkles in your gown
Its venom of renown, and on your head
No crown is simpler than the simple hair.
Now, of the music summoned by the birth
That separates us from the wind and sea,
Yet leaves us in them, until earth becomes,
By being so much of the things we are,
Gross effigy and simulacrum, none
Gives motion to perfection more serene
Than yours, out of our own imperfections wrought,
Most rare, or ever of more kindred air
In the laborious weaving that you wear.
For so retentive of themselves are men
That music is intensest which proclaims
The near, the clear, and vaunts the clearest bloom,
And of all the vigils musing the obscure,
That apprehends the most which sees and names,
As in your name, an image that is sure,
Among the arrant spices of the sun,
O bough and bush and scented vine, in whom
We give ourselves our likest issuance.
Yet not too like, yet not so like to be
Too near, too clear, saving a little to endow
Our feigning with the strange unlike, whence springs
The difference that heavenly pity brings.
For this, musician, in your girdle fixed
Bear other perfumes. On your pale head wear
A band entwining, set with fatal stones.
Unreal, give back to us what once you gave:
The imagination that we spurned and crave.
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Do Not!
stare at me from across the room
Hide!
your arrant looks, at least try
Look Away!
there is nothing here for you
Boy, don't you know?
You had your chance.
You!
think you get a second chance
No!
find some other girl to play your games
Get out!
leave my heart to mend
Boy, don't you know?
You had your chance.
Nov 30, 2012
Nov 30, 2012 at 9:49 PM UTC
Twas accursed destiny
since birth alack
nascent emasculation abominable barrack
emergent deus ex machina,
viz zit ting older sibling counterattack
thirteen plus chronological gap
eldest sister struck like diamondback
surrogate "mother" role
assumed tubby exact
protectorate pseudo fullback
against cruel beastie boys
bullying barbs
comeuppance giveback
pummeling spongiform
gray matter (yours truly)
fisticuffs she didst highjack
proxy mothering
kept corporeal essence intact
jilting nefarious nemesis aligned
(maligning) and stalking,
this fee-fi-fo-fum
ordinary bean sized Jack
are runt (arrant) cowardly
(non lion) nerdy lad owning a knack
courage lack this glum
older married chap doth adumbrate
satisfactory accomplishments lack
king, where crazy quilt aimless wandering
described purposeless multitrack
thus, sympathetic
to hue men/women nonblack
or decimated aborigines
once populating Australian outback
existential nihilism would,
undergirding hypothetical
unwritten paperback
with little need to prevaricate,
nor appear as quack
*** one measly **** sapiens,
who accrued millennial palimpsest zeitgeist
where, punctured
disequilibreated psyche dust rack
asper protean (in utero)
multitudinous setback
soundlessly resonating
with concussive thwack
as this rickety ship of state
(a haunted junk ket)
unwanted emotional ballast to unpack
asseveration, asper assiduously
preferably welcoming
dry suction no vac
jar this pawn (knight wannabe
in his bishop rick) torrid
me psychological wrack
king within (castle keep)
complex edifice shackled
in dungeon with repast constituting.
Jun 3, 2018
Jun 3, 2018 at 3:46 PM UTC
how can somebody hide in just one syllable,
you know,
how can somebody hide pieces of themselves
in the sharp way in which I fold my arms,
in the colours that i sometimes wear -
in how i try to do no harm
and the way i wear my hair,
the style of my dress
plus my thing for blue:
i'm an arrant
mess, you know,
just between
me and
you.
Apr 16, 2013
Apr 16, 2013 at 3:53 PM UTC
Everyday I unlatch my book of 'mind'
Unfailingly clinging to the page of 'memories'
My days went by tearing up all day
ruminating back the doleful moments.
One day I questioned myself
"How can I get over this agony?".
A sudden rumbling voice snapped back my thoughts,
then I heard an arrant afar in a hushed tone 'let go' 'let go' 'let go'!
Jul 31, 2020
Jul 31, 2020 at 11:30 PM UTC
Vane glorious and absolutistic,
though I defiantly,
cavalierly, and blithely attest
Yukon bet your (laugh-in) sweet bippy
mine acidic breast
houses anarchic, anti-poetic ballistic,
barbaric, and bubonic
cannibalistic demons within thy
safely guarded Pandora chest
atomic cesium clock
timed to trigger avast
burst of anxiety, frenzy, and
(What me worry
Alfred E. Neuman) blast
ting mental quietude at most
inappropriate, inconvenient,
inopportune, out classed
adrenaline rush, nausea,
palpitating heart, vertigo
besieging, corrupting,
endeavoring fractured arrant
cleft daemonic gripping
hellishly psychic chant
rendering unto sieze ****
a choking vise grip extant
yule hiss sieze indomitable
banshee fully controlling grant
diabolic, dogmatic, and dynamic,
anguished corporeal ache
easily, egregiously, and emblematically,
exemplified historically
graphic fatalistic, and ecstatic coup,
(koo), when I caused furious frantic flight,
and/or fight betake
king angst causing just desserts
for Marie Antoinette,
who got her humble pie cake,
thence dispensing with formalities,
where a joshing drake
(named Gill O. Teen)
also known (solely known
to mine selfish source error ways)
alias i.e. as; the Lewis (loose)
lunatic, heady harvester,
and decapitation Deacon trumpeting,
trouncing, and triumphing tranquility
for fifty three Tuesdays,
thence sea king punishing psychotic
pre pound payment
basking in glory (re: gory us)
amidship crashing quays
music to mine ears hearing plaintive neighs
high pitched straining
vocal chord hamstrung keys
regaling oceanographic
lambent hagiographic essays
and keeping at bathos bays.
Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 11:45 PM UTC
CORTÉS
Friend, you must look upon our advent here
Not with unease, but as a world of good.
AGUILAR [simultaneously] . . . but as a world of good.
My potent monarch rules beyond the seas,
And rumors tease his ears of Mexico.
I come to you as his ambassador,
MALINALLI [simultaneously] . . . to you as his ambassador,
With gifts I must in person grant your lord,
And bring him tidings that will save his life.
TEUHTLILLI
[aside] (Fresh off the boat, and asks for audience!)
My ruler also is a busy king,
Like yours, and he will send for his desires.
MALINALLI [simultaneously] . . . he will send for his desires.
He’s locked in caucus from his island throne:
The teeming, lacustrine metropolis
Of Mexico, called also, “Cactus Rock,”
AGUILAR [simultaneously] . . . called also, “Cactus Rock,”
Whose minions by the millions stir with drive,
And fructify the land on floating farms.
CORTÉS
A land with gold in hand?
TEUHTLILLI By heaps and mounds.
CORTÉS
“Why ask?” you’ll ask. I ask because I know
That precious metal heals an arrant heart.
My men are languishing from that complaint.
TEUHTLILLI
We have the cure to purge bad-hearted men.
[aside] (By god, his helmet flashes on my mind:
Dead ringer to the one our war god wears.)
[to him] May I, sir, as a token of goodwill,
Present my lord your brilliant helm?
CORTÉS You may,
If you return it filled with grains of gold.
We’ll test by trial if this New World’s veins
Are worth the circulation of the Old.
Come sir, we’ll further parley by the fire.
Escort this minister to my retreat.
Exit Alvarado, Sandoval, Teuhtlilli, and servant.
Well now, young lady. What whelp have we here?
AGUILAR Your name, child.
MALINALLI Malinalli.
AGUILAR Ah, Malina.
CORTÉS Well! Marina, then.
I’ll sponsor you, in my kind custody.
Mellifluous and honey-throated dame,
Your golden tongue must buy us a good name. All exit.
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 1:15 PM UTC
“As arrant squall enters from all corners,
As our daily rituals must procure to dormant,
Lacking warmth of suns touch upon our skin,
As the winter winds ere upon our ambience,
As our once daily formality would bring us,
Alongside a cool pool a beach or just quirks,
A spathe of skin an apprise bronze from the sun,
As dangling brown leaves parched fall to terrain,
As a sunken suns down in early afternoons,
The winter bellowing of moons as they procure,
Branches of once fruits and such now withered,
Now lay along the cold grown fallen as chill beckons,
The winter sings of creeping crows,
Beneath the blaze of summer hung the beauty foliage,
Flowers to be inherent upon a warming spring,
Graciously arranged to fade beneath a winters squall,
Once bright green leaves dying and sizzling on the trees,
As lonely fledgling birds pay respect as they fly west,
As they seem to say Adieux Summer once again”
By Andrew Guzaldo © 10/30/2019 #170
Nov 1, 2019
Nov 1, 2019 at 5:39 PM UTC
Am I euphoric about the love I once had?
Or am I euphoric regarding the life I’m living?
In this present moment and time I am without,
My life surrounded that of an ocean of sad waves?
Arrant rocks feeling of swimming in the deep,
Blue sea,.
But in the end I am the canticle of the love
Love I had that I may neither have again?
Someday somewhere she may return to me,
The ardor for one woman and one woman alone,
Is this the emotion that one should feel in life?
When you fall in the declivity of fervor,
Oh dear woman of whom I loved and lost,
Hope linked and force merged now despaired.
She came like the morning sun with hope and love,
Destiny I had so longed for a voyage of docility,
There now sets before me obsidian arid of islets,
This was my destiny and in it was my voyage,
Now left to wonder where my animus furtively is,
And my longing for you everything sank to the,
Dregs of the abyss”
By AG 05/07/2018 ©
May 8, 2018
May 8, 2018 at 8:46 PM UTC
Like carefree kids we played
Singing and dancing in the rain
Anticipating each day
Couldn't bare to stay away
From each other? No way
Emotionally attached to each other
Envisaging a future together
Woven of many fibres
Even a weavon wasn't tighter
My metre was broken, my joy knew no bounds
My heart skips a beat, **** I love the sound
The complete that makes my incomplete complete, I've found
In this romantic pool, I wish to drown
My heart I give to you
All of me belongs to all of you
There's nothing I wouldn't do
There's nothing I couldn't do
Careless promises we made
To love each other till we fade
Come hell or high waters
We will forever be lovers
I'll starve, to see you filled
To see you happy I'll bleed
I'll cater for your every need
I'll treat you like royal beads
My capillary, arteries and veins
Were designed to suit your taste
I'll be your Paloma you'll be my Diego
My sugar banana and Avocado
Then I had a deep cut, was bleeding profusely
Stitches and bandages couldn't help unfortunately
I wept uncontrollably
Cos I was shattered internally
What we love hurts us the most
A statement I just got to know
My mind wandered from coast to coast
Grief had taken over my soul
How could this happen to me
How could I be a victim to this
How was I careless
This is arrant nonsense
Was I blind
Were there scales over my eyes
Did I ignore the signs
Did I want to believe all was fine
It was like I would never recover
It was like the wound won't heal
It was like it would last an eternity
It was like respite won't be
The wounds closed up, all that was left was the scar
A painful reminder of a broken heart
Injuries happen Tis inevitable
But the scars reminds us Tis conquerable.
Aug 23, 2016
Aug 23, 2016 at 7:52 AM UTC
my bedroom mirror is broken -
an arrant illustration of torment
wrists landmark a spectacle carved in crimson blood
damaged mutterings seeking acceptance
darkness in the corners of self
rapacious hunger cut off by unfilled desire
ribs devoured and exposed, but covered
hiding pain in plain sight
famished; none the wiser
with a cracked precision, I smile
Apr 6, 2021
Apr 6, 2021 at 10:39 PM UTC
“Come to me in the adumbration of the night,
The hopeless longing of the day I bare for thee,
Come to me in the adumbration and caress my brow
I suffer so without you my love to be near,
I say love why languish when we were near,
Why do I see a haunted visage afore your face,
I am enigmatic on days we are not met dowager,
I will be well in the morn to know you did not chicanery,
The acumen there I can't see in dew of squalor.
I shall not always be visage abject and mute,
We are not made to live in an eternity of lachrymose,
The night whose arrant bosoms relieve the torment,
As while in the dark I shall hide my heart that exudes,
Sparkling stars above and the crag of oxygen you proffer,
This is when we will plant and on other days shall reap,
Planting of beguiling limbs afore me savory peplum,
Nights will more than profit from day’s rueful longing,
To know that your presence will take away my trepidation”
By A. Guzaldo 07/07/2018 ©
Jul 7, 2018
Jul 7, 2018 at 3:23 PM UTC
(alternately titled: aery diction galloped jocosely)
Abbreviation asper "FAKE"
abdication (wishful thinking),
an aberration Trump accepted
abjuration (or alternative) i.e.
ablation, thee apprenticed
president, would never forsake
abnegation (sooner his cold,
dead paws pried loose Putin
on the Ritz Carlton), this
abomination, his indiscriminate
abrogation appears (underwent)
acceleration autocratic accentuation
Americans aver acceptation,
acclamation, acclimation,
accommodation "FAKE"
accreditation, averse Hispanic
refugee acculturation, he blithely
asseverates, viz faux ******* up)
accumulation unfairly *********
accusation (baseless bigotry)
scapegoating fifty plus shades
brown illegal aliens despite
provable residency status
conveniently citing himself
perforce repetition validates
accustomation touts "FAKE"
non hardy laurels spilt, spelt,
and smelt acetification reign
ruination unleashing acetylation
promoting political acidulation
SCOTUS acrimonious activation
authoritarian smug egoistic
actualization nepotism, jingoism,
despotism actuation atavistic,
apathetic, allergic adaptation
acquiescent, arrant, abhorrent
adjudication Machiavellian aggressive
adjuration acrimonious atrocious
administration alarming, appalling,
arresting admiration abysmal,
artificial, asymmetrical adoration
awful adulation, ambivalent
apathetic adulteration avast
averse adumbration adulteration
affair advocation barren aeration
puffed hirsute aerosolization.
Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 2:32 AM UTC
“Glaring at the sun above as she sets,
Reminds me of the ardor I spent on you,
As was the love you had for me,
Once as a crisp bright Sun glaring,
Now just a sad moon with sparking stars,
As stars look as if they kiss crescent moon,
How I wish she was near me and not so far,
As the distant blackbirds auscultate so sweetly,
Betwixt the emerald cove dawn rising again,
The smell of the salt on the billow sea,
The aroma of the perennial in their bloom,
In arrant of the beauty comes mist of indigence,
When there is love nothing is Impossible,
When her lips met mine it was beatitude,
Now just a painted effigy cognizance within,
I am lost without the warmth of her soul,
While my soul speaks to yours,
The words ever heeding to be said,
But I alone shall hearken at the emerald cove”
BY AG 06/07/2018 ©
Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 9:07 PM UTC