"arrear" poems
On This Christmas Day With Trump
There's an odd Santa Claus
In the air
Riding and laughing
Atop Trump's hair
Even through the fluff
Blinded by the glare
Reindeer pulling gifts of prayer
Through the roots they go
Low lights here and there
Laughing in despair
** what sadness it is to stare
On a one,
****
White Horse open
Night mare
** ** **
Ploop
Open open mouths a sneer
Tounges at war appear
Whispers everywhere
Laughing in despair
Hats off
We spare
To the red suited fare
Abound
And confound
To Trump's
Wishy washy care
Waiting in repair
** ** **
Santa,
My good man,
We have clause
To tear
You're in a mess
To bare
For humbug in Trump
So held in arrear
We're crying in despair
Logan Robertson
12/06/2018
Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 5:09 PM UTC
Should we ***** those Skies to settle the Cream
And infuse Wicked Rhythms to your Fruit
Flowers of such Scents do pose by the Ream
And Mark this Herald-of-Excellence by June
Benign such Time - the Time of Merry-Month
Where Splashy Bonds condensate into Friends
A Dab on his Nose - Smiles bloom to the South
Apart from his Fly such Model amends
But to you dear Promise Rain your Career
Relieve Printed Points from Tweets inspire
Where Prime Sports Pop merge Belief in arrear
And place his Breath to your Mouth respire.
Oh, those Songs! How merry Sentiments sing
Naught, naught yet besought; Those Empowerments bring.
May 1, 2013
May 1, 2013 at 11:04 PM UTC
i watch as
worry
fear
the promise of
incarceration
skips across me
and then settles
into dad's wrinkly
face.
thirteen
thousand
dollars
a
sixty-two year old
man
who's worked
his whole life
for a family
stuck with a bill
by a cup of coffee
with yellow teeth
and diamond earrings
on a leather couch
thirteen
thousand
dollars
people are always asking
how much am i worth to you
how much money
would you give
to be with
me
thirteen
thousand
dollars
is the cost of
one whole year
that threw your entire life
into shadow
doubt
complete and utter
chaos
fear
despair
thirteen
thousand -
- pieces of paper
that we have put worth upon
now decide
your fate
you will lose your
house
your family
everything
you own
if you do not pay
but let's be real
you've lost it all
before
can once more
hurt
any less
thirteen
thousand
*******
dollars
in arrear
fees
this is how much
one year
of complete horror
is worth
and no,
no one pays the ones who suffered
we pay
those that won...
thirteen
thousand
dollars.
Mar 22, 2013
Mar 22, 2013 at 2:34 PM UTC
You O Lovely Fingers wont disappoint
Press-Brand for Chocolate your Face enjoys
I recall these Roses; Such Heart anoint
Though sincere my Friendship less a Real Boy
At least by Theme my Good Sense offers Cheer
Grateful such Sweet Reserve took my Notice
Though apart - my Pink Uniform arrear
Lowered your eyes from Expectation's complice
Yet - if by Soul or Spirit must I Sing
Which soon your Honest Clocks will reap your Love
Less auxes and call-works; Haply I ring
Wear this Headset; Connect his Kisses above.
Till then - my eyes - must genuflect your Cause
Stern an Agent's Wear; Soft a Woman's Gauze.
Mar 22, 2013
Mar 22, 2013 at 7:48 PM UTC
Times when I can’t find the words so right,
When happiness turns into fright
Times when I want to run away, for I can’t be me
And there isn’t anything that sets me free.
It hurts to be breathing for the pains too deep to be let gone
And no matter how hard I try I can’t seem to go on.
I don’t know till when I’d be on a test.
I don’t know what they say or is it me that I detest.
I can’t shut those eyes for they still seem to cry,
Nothing ever works no matter how hard I try.
Sometimes the light seems too bright,
'cause grims' gray has replaced all that was in sight.
The next day just brings in some more bad luck,
And in the end there’s no happiness to tuck.
The times when I want to sink in and disappear,
For my presence doesn’t count
and existence another arrear
May 10, 2013
May 10, 2013 at 4:10 AM UTC