"barging" poems
A window flung open with drapes barging into the room,
The sun's smug shine tells my toes that the rest of the world is awake,
And so my eyes make their first journey into today's forever.
Apr 16, 2012
Apr 16, 2012 at 2:11 PM UTC
Consuming useless videos and content
Alone in my room
To distract from the racing and hurtful
Thoughts about you
And it always works for a moment
Or a minute or more
Until the intrusive thoughts come back,
Barging down my door
I put it back up, re-screw the hinges
And shut it
And lay back down to consume more
Mindless content
Jan 15, 2022
Jan 15, 2022 at 7:27 AM UTC
Every night i count the stars
Sitting on the grass,
Looking from a far.
Every night I wish
To capture all the stars
To juggle them in my hands
And put them in a jar.
But i believe.
If i do that...
The sky will be losing its light
The sky will be blank every night.
Every time i think of it
It feels not right
To be selfish and greedy
For taking all the starlight
But your smile keeps on barging in my mind
The memory of you being happy
While watching the stars dance in the sky
Suddenly i feel loneliness
Knowing i will no longer see your smile
"Please give the stars to me"
That's what you said
Before you
Die
Oct 20, 2018
Oct 20, 2018 at 9:49 AM UTC
Prowling through the undergrowth
In our barging juggernaut,
Ploughing the rolling hills of water,
Which crease as the narrowboat sluggishly gliding past,
Brushes the bulrushes like a tiger in the reeds.
For four intrepid days
Our film and photographs are empty to show,
No sign, only missed whispers,
Of the hummingbird blue blur.
A darting flash cresting the morning chill,
Regal turquoise stealthily steals
Our attention, our focus, and our tiller
Noses toward the bank hugger.
And we have him.
Small amber-royal fisherman,
Eclipsing his heron heralds
And the swans silent vigil
In majestic lapis lazuli.
Swift and sure he graces the water,
Fisher King,
Which bends beneath his dive.
Resurfacing, his golden breast
Mottled with silver minnow.
There recluse in his exclusive spot,
Fish foundering still in the ******
The kingfisher's poise frames his catch
Aperture, shutter, captured shot.
Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 1:26 AM UTC
Eyes of fear,
Mouth of shock
Because I never saw it coming.
To the arena I return again,
My darkest horror already starting.
To my left,
I turn to see my mother,
Trying not to sob,
As I rethink the memories
I always had during summers
At the Hob.
Eyes wet,
Arms tired,
Barging through the door,
While picturing the future
And all the madness that's in store.
Gale and Prim,
My only treasures,
Are soon to say goodbye.
For this year in the Quarter Quell,
No more will there be a tie.
I'm deep in thought
As I review the words
For my last farewell,
When I realize a secret for Haymitch
That I can't wait to tell.
To protect Peeta
In this terrifying Quell
Is my one and only goal,
For I want him to come back to it
And live peacefully
In this district of coal.
To be strong is what I think of
While under the stars I lay.
To be strong
The only solution
For I am the Mockingjay.
Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 9:14 AM UTC
In moments of raging to the hospital, the jolts from the road, the squeal of the tires, and the tripping of your feet only multiply your anxiety. Delicacy is suspended amply in the air, hanging daintily on the thread of life and death.
Delicacy is the soft and inconsistent beeping from the cardiac monitor. It controls your thoughts; yet is only a shadow on your radar. It shares the rhythm of the pounding in your head, and the thumping in your chest. You strain to shut everything out, leaving only the shy quiver of breathe slithering out from their lax lips. Their lips tremor under the reign of some foreign enemy, and their eyes flutter from an unseen truth. It is the suffering you wish to unburden them from, the pain you would inflict upon yourself in return for both their lives intact.
Delicacy is a light fragrance, a mixture of disinfectant and sweat. Is it the scent of creating a life, or the imminent end of it? Beads of perspiration stream down your face and sting your eyes.
The sweet caress of silk treads faintly underneath your fingertips. You rub the back of her hand, clammy and fragile. Rubbing the skin, you forget who the comfort is more for while footsteps pierce the stillness in the air. A figure dawned in white appears before you. Their form blurs in and out of focus, their voice a toneless muddle seeping through your cloud of stupor.
Delicacy is a whisper flashing goosebumps across your skin, "We can only save one of them." It is the realization that too much pressure, and two months premature, is a cocktail dyed with poison. She looks to you with eyes of understanding and acceptance.
Delicacy is the collapsing of all you know. It is the berating of incoherent words tumbling from your lips for the pure sake of escaping. You're swiftly taken from the room, kicking and screaming to the hallway.
The unsettling tick of the clock mocks your every fiber. You **** the void of silence with the tapping of your foot, taming yourself from barging your way into the room. With the screaming from the bed, the instinct of protection, the stiffening of your back, the nurse quickly ushers you back in.
The soft and consistent rising of the baby's chest is surrounded with the light fragrance of life. The plush fibers of the yellow blanket tug on the skin of your fingertips. The fascination apparent in your eyes, look to her while wondering how this little body will have the biggest impact on your life. Delicacy is the soft whisper flashing goosebumps across your skin, "We made it."
Jul 21, 2013
Jul 21, 2013 at 1:19 PM UTC
‘Puts Me to Work’ echoes through the house,
Cate Le Bon’s voice bouncing off the walls.
I can almost see it, storming down the hallway,
Barging out of the bathroom.
This floor is ******* freezing.
I can see my reflection in the shiny wood;
A circle of condensation that grows and shrinks
As I breathe in and out.
‘But I know that you’re there,
‘cause you’re making it hurt.’
Entire galaxies are swirling in the shaft of setting sunlight
Streaming through the broken blinds
At right angles, sharp and sudden.
Solar systems shift and spiral,
Exploding every
Time I take a breath.
A lake is forming by my chin.
I wonder if it is clear and wet
Like swimming,
Or white with froth and paste
Like winter.
I stop wondering when the shivering becomes me.
‘It puts me to work . . . puts me to work.
It puts me to work . . . it puts me to work.’
The song has been repeating for an hour now.
I used to really like the end.
Something like forty-five-minutes-ago.
I wonder if the battery will die soon.
I wonder not if I will die soon.
Preoccupied with galaxies and spirals and the little spot of condensation
Forming and unforming as I breathe.
With the frozen lake I feel cold enough to be skating across
In these baggy shorts and this tattered t-shirt
From a Nirvana show last century.
The battery doesn’t die, and Cate Le Bon comes racing around the house again.
I close my eyes and sigh.
Apr 30, 2012
Apr 30, 2012 at 3:32 PM UTC
My dear, it was a moment
to clutch for a moment
so that you may believe in it
and believing is the act of love, I think,
even in the telling, wherever it went.
In the false New England forest
where the misplanted Norwegian trees
refused to root, their thick synthetic
roots barging out of the dirt to work on the air,
we held hands and walked on our knees.
Actually, there was no one there.
For fourty years this experimental
woodland grew, shaft by shaft in perfect rows
where its stub branches held and its spokes fell.
It was a place of parallel trees, their lives
filed out in exile where we walked too alien to know
our sameness and how our sameness survives.
Outside of us the village cars followed
the white line we had carefully walked
two nights before toward our single beds.
We lay halfway up an ugly hill and if we fell
it was here in the woods where the woods were caught
in their dying and you held me well.
And now I must dream the forest whole
and your sweet hands, not once as frozen
as those stopped trees, nor ruled, nor pale,
nor leaving mine. Today in my house, I see
our house, its pillars a dim basement of men
holding up their foreign ground for you and me.
My dear, it was a time,
butchered from time
that we must tell of quickly
before we lose the sound of our own
mouths calling mine, mine, mine.
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O how I loathe him, hideous man-child
Bounding down the steep stairs of our house
Barging through that shambles of a door,
and leaving it open, the brute
Clattering about the kitchen, cramped and yellow
Rustling sweet wrappers as he raids the cupboards
O fat disfigured son of mine
I pray you leave this house for I love you no more
The odour of a dying rat, the face of stoicism and sadness
Leave, O leave disgusting boy, I love thee no longer
My patience is tried, your mannerisms crude and vile
Leave this domicile at once, for it is no longer a home
Jan 27, 2013
Jan 27, 2013 at 6:20 PM UTC
Isn't it funny
How they call you big?
When your limbs were shaking
And your belly's shrunk
All bones from muzzle to tail.
Perhaps the cheerful girl
Wasn't so little for a kid
Under that red hood.
Don't you get mad
When people call you bad?
All you ever did was do
The sickly grandma a favor.
The girl could've done worse
Disobeying the elder's order
And nibbling on half the food
While prancing in the woods.
Don't you get sad
When people call you wolf?
Though you looked more like
A stray dog barging at the hut's door
And a bear after swallowing the two whole
Pretty much misunderstood
By the village and the world
Full of big, bad, wolves.
Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 11:07 AM UTC
1.
*Her bleary red eyes
tired from carrying heavy load on her head-
all day long, while harsh sun was beating down,
still looks beautiful like a doe's, in the soft light of dusk;
with wonder they peer, at the glinting necklace,
extending down the night's blue black *******
Are they white diamonds or moon drops,
falling from the clear part of the sky
just now freed from the hold of clouds?
Like an eagle, sudden lightening swoops down,
exposing trees hiding in darkness,
reminding ogres, that come chasing her in nightmares.
But the flash embellishes the cloud, the shy moon takes cover;
the cloud in that moment, transforms to a sheer silvery dress-
for the moon to wear proudly, at any temple fair.
2.
The celestial dance of light and darkness
is stunning; makes her wonder aloud:
"Such beauty! I only need this to forget my pains"
with sweet power, it hits her, bringing to her mind,
the waves of pleasure erupted from her *****
that she felt once, just once, with her man.
She couldn't understand, how it happened, life still hides some secrets.
It was like a randy male goat, barging in to her home compound,
opening the closed gate swiftly, hitting softly with its head,
for a brief moment, she didn't know what happened, and how
the waves of pleasure, swept her off her feet, she floated, like a cloud,
in her sun scorched life, that never happened again.
3.
Existing as a cacophony as long as it is awake, the village,
is still, went to sleep, except moon and a few like her,
the chattering of women in the market had died down
dogs do not bark, the drunks aren't cursing dogs
or clashing with others who come their way.
Late at this hour, a lone night owl stirs,
his urgent hoots, resound making him more egregious.
She would go to sleep, if the owl stops,
then, to his snores she would turn a deaf ear as usual,
and let him slither like a snake,
in his part of the bed till morning breaks,
When--
it's again time for her to trek to the well too far,
to fetch water, before the women of next village,
come flocking with pots and pails.*
Oct 20, 2013
Oct 20, 2013 at 12:50 PM UTC
Heavy hearted hands
lifting my body up
Almost filled up
And soon ill be snatched up
Self made
Enraged
In a cage of shame
Chained
To my Godless contemplation of the oneness
Smothering the somethings, I worked so hard for
But i adore the test
Ignore the rest
Blessings from the depth
Of my love for all of you
I dare to dream of things my eyes are too small to see
In futility to the world
I breath deeply
Unfurled
Upon the twisted shapes
Refracting light
Shifting states
Heightening my holographic hemispheres
Likening the charge of the heliosphere
To the happiness barging into the universe
In verse-less surges of sanctity
Solidifying the sanity
With purges of popularity
From the light-less Polarity
Spinning the tops
Of sincerity
Declaring its love for me
Dec 15, 2012
Dec 15, 2012 at 8:38 AM UTC
I warned him I was poison,
That my womb spouted lava,
That there was fire between my legs
And it spared no visitor,
Yet he laughed, the fool,
And the proud, vain loon,
Did not pause a moment before
Barging in unwanted,
Like he had, into ninety-nine
other forbidden heavens,
Eager to add a tale more of dominance,
To the ninety-nine others
He would proudly tell,
Only to emerge- consumed,
scorched, devoured by my fumes.
Hadn't I told him I was hell?
Jan 19, 2017
Jan 19, 2017 at 2:47 PM UTC
death came to visit
today
and now he sits,
smoking a cigarette,
in a chair
on the other side
of the room
he did not say
why,
simply barging into
the room
saying
hey
hey man
how ya doing
care for a
smoke?
he didn’t say much
after that so I went
on with things
read a magazine,
paid some bills,
made a sandwich and
ate it
still he sat,
just smoking and
smoking,
occasionally
asking me:
you sure you don’t
want one man?
I was sure
and after the fourth
or fifth time he
asked me if I wanted
to go somewhere
“a little noise will do us
good man”
“this place is quiet as
death”
I realized slowly he didn’t
mean for us to return if we
left
as I write this
he’s still over
smoking and smoking
and smoking
I weigh my options
as the sun sets once
again
Apr 19, 2012
Apr 19, 2012 at 7:26 PM UTC
thank the humid place between my legs
for being the only ***** of mine not to take it personally
perhaps because we are so safe and secure
you would have to unfold me, trim the weeds around
this secret, secret house
somewhat abandoned
and no longer the host of such hopscotch games
because once your round thumbprint made me so sore
I do not forget the care you took to separate petals
like eyelashes caught on a dangerous rim
but now it is for defense, such a mechanism
something to prevent intruders, beggars, from barging in
these lips, an alarm system
oh, I do hate to make you leave
but my ****** is the only ***** I have that does not take
everything personally
Mar 24, 2013
Mar 24, 2013 at 2:04 AM UTC
The Toves came by again last night
To rant and rave at me
But what they asked they had no right
As any fool could see
To rant and rave at me
Its pointless as I could not say
As any fool could see
And if I could I wouldn't anyway
Its pointless as I could not say
I do not talk with Toves
And if I could I wouldn't anyway
As everybody knows
I do not talk with Toves
They always treat me with contempt
As everybody knows
They just came barging in my tent
Demanding that I tell them things
But what they asked they had no right
Lording around as if they're kings
The Toves came by again last night
Jun 14, 2010
Jun 14, 2010 at 11:04 PM UTC
Riveting reflections of rapture
resting on my face
intenseness completely captured
in the warmth of your embrace.
Wave upon wave in crescendo
pounding against the shore
invading the very window
barging through soul's open door.
Electrical charge so shocking
sensations so sharp and clear
touching, caressing, interlocking
whenever you are near.
Sep 21, 2012
Sep 21, 2012 at 11:00 AM UTC
I'm a steamroller on a highway,
Unstoppable, and gripped by craze.
'Get out of my way! I'm coming through!'
My vision's blurred, I'm trapped in a haze.
I swerve to the left, then swerve to the right.
Through the windshield, I see the moonlight;
Bright and shining; shining, bright,
Everything is coherent in that bright light.
The bang shocks the ride, and the glass shatters;
It's that rare moment of clarity...
*The weeping bark is my destiny,
And I swerve again to meet the tree.*
I've broken through my shell,
And I stand exposed.
So this is how the levee breaks...
I can hear the river barging as it explodes.
My crystal barricade has been breached.
There's no escape, there's no defense.
The night's conspiracy is in fruitition.
And I rest my case, cease pretense.
The moonlight was a gentle kiss,
On this night, it wasn't alone...
You were the target I was destined to miss;
I'd lost the mortgage for my time loan.
--
My number was up, I was your slave
Funny how that worked out
On saving you,
My core reactor burned out.
The little boy in the moonlight
Was the reason for my demise.
*Were you my personal demon?
Or my salvation, my prize?*
--
You devoured me, I worshipped you.
Then up you got, and there you left.
Guess you were my demon then...
You abandoned me, bereft.
Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 1:54 AM UTC
All nations beat their own drum.
The US, China, Britain, Russia, Europe, Israel, India, Turkey, Pakistan, Syria, France, Germany and a whole host of others, have been beating their own drum in deafening cacophony since realisation dawned of their individual sovereign potentiality.
Every nation is manouvering for their own best self interest…and in this volatile environment of the Middle east plus the factor of the complete savagery and unpredictability of the rampaging ISIS Calithate….any outcome, anything is now possible.
Iran is the meat in the sandwich.
She squirms this way and that, buying favour here sacrificing loyalties there, switching, adjusting. Friends become enemies, enemies become friends at the drop of a hat. Writhing within herself attempting to find the path to the future in an incredibly difficult minefield of pressure from the onslaught from the East and the West….A crushing miasma of pressure from friend and foe alike.
Who can say which way she will jump? The only sane predictability is that Iran will leap to her own salvation, her own survival….and to Hell with the rest of the barging, braying self-obsessed world.
Marshalg 23 July 2015
Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 4:23 PM UTC
It's the same dark evening
I've grown accustomed to.
The terror of approaching footsteps
(for me) is nothing new.
A drunken holler at the door
sends a chill down my spine.
I know it is time again
to face the wrath of cheap wine.
With trembling hands and a racing heart
I fumble at the door.
My body tries its best to resist
the abuse it has endured before.
Yet, against my wishes
the door is now ajar.
The man who comes barging in
is terrifying even from afar.
With no barrier between us
and pure rage in his eyes,
he does what I expect
and erupts into wild cries.
"YOU ***** he screams
(the man that I'd wed)
whilst charging at me,
(his humanity-all shed).
Blow after blow
he plants on my frame.
Slaps, kicks and punches
have become his favorite game.
Each humiliating strike
that I wordlessly embrace
attacks my dignity
until is left no trace.
After his outburst
(an everyday tale, of late)
he staggers off to bed
(his newfound best mate)
Now I'm alone,
beaten and bruised.
The pain of mental hurt
overpowers the blood oozed.
Is this it then?
The reward for being nice?
My kindness taken for cowardice
non-violence paying its price?
Is it my FAULT then,
to be born a girl?
Is it reason enough
for all atrocities he hurls?
I lift myself up
to take a deeper look at me.
Features lost in bloodshot red,
there is nothing left to see.
I drag myself to bed now,
It already is very late.
I wait for sleep to carry me off
to a land of better fate.
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 9:45 AM UTC
i am a man of science—
something like that.
i was never one to put things up to faith or religion; no, i am a firm believer of all things formulated out of reason;
until you came along,
with galaxies in your eyes and star dust in your hair; (when i kiss you, i swear i see supernovas)
and who do you think you are, anyway?
to come barging in to my perfectly explained universe and re-arranging all my theorems,
to come waltzing into rooms, acutely unaware of how you send every ***** of mine in to overdrive;
dilated pupils, and an increased heartbeat, and a spike in some hormones, and a light going off somewhere in my brain— (diagnosis: love)
i despise the effect you have on me,
the churn in my stomach to have you smile at me, the thrill to hold your hand, the constant train of thoughts about you that has muddled the part of my head that can explain all this in a more scholar-ly way.
but no. all that i knew could not explain what i felt for you;
no, you had me denying newton's laws of motion— with every action there is an equal and opposite reaction— (you had me hoping my love would recieve, instead, an equal and similar reaction)
no, you were not just a lump of atoms born in to this world for the mere purpose of recreation and, inevitably, death— (to me, you are much more than a scientific construct)
no, all the chemicals boiled down in to nothingness and all the formulas were void of their values and all the terms were mere jargons that could not help me fully comprehend
why you are warmer than sunshine;
why you could take away the oxygen in my lungs faster than anything else;
why the planets seem to align in order to keep you here;
why gravity does not exist in the spaces you occupy;
why distance is my enemy;
and why i am in a love-hate relationship with the rotation of our earth (it depends on when i can see you again);
it was suddenly not just physics, or astronomy, or biology, or chemistry
when you came along.
May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 2:52 PM UTC
she barged so uninvited in my space,
so futile were my palms and outstretched arms,
forbidding her from entering my place,
mistrusting her that she may bring me harm,
rebuttals--counterpunches to my claims
that she was just another soulless ghost--
had penetrated fences, and her aims
to win my heart succeeded more than most,
but here we are almost a year from then,
i've pushed her off, she shares her heart with one
not me, but one who seems above all men,
and i have lost where once i thought i'd won,
now i'm the one who's barging in her space,
my own rebuttals falling in disgrace
(C)2012, Christos Rigakos
Jul 9, 2012
Jul 9, 2012 at 12:35 PM UTC
Ahem,
Uh
excuse me-
just what do you think your doing?
barging in on my life,
causing a ruckus after so long now
it's was fun
while it lasted but your my past
&
I know you know better then
to try and relive what can never be again...
You love who
um hell naw
not me,
see
I once was blind
but
baby I see clear through
your
fake persona
to the
little devil who'll use
what ever he can
to try and become my man,
you
had ya chance
and
you ******* blew it,
don't keep emailing or texting me
I want nothing to do with you
and
how sad
cuz
when I wanted you
It was you
playing hard to get
not so much
to get
just so **** hard
to hold on to,
I left that part of my life,
left the bitterness and pain too,
your words never hurt
as much
as
your actions-
caused me to
wanna die,
**** you too
but
what then
of the seed you planted in me,
now as
months,months and months go by
I laugh at my stupidity
for thinking everything
you said
you meant....
Please
save it for someone who
gives a flying ****
I guess you can say through it
all and after all this time
my feeling & self
have changed
feeling regret and hate
for the careless
way you tossed me away
tossed my words back at me
and
choose to
play games on me
begging me to let you back in
You had me thinking
we could of been more
then just friends
and
more then anything
we could of been a
family....
funny
sadly so
cuz I no longer have
those feelings
I just pity the useless
way you drag on begging
and running after
memories
something that
COULD NEVER
BE NOW
Not again
not after all the **** you did
not after all the pain you caused
and
never after all the loss
I went through.
Sorry didn't do
so save it for her
she finally got what she wanted
and
I'm happy for her
cuz least it aint me any longer &
I no
longer worry hurt or even miss you.
Stop
bothering me
Stop lying to your self
Strop trying to make me feel
something
that wont ever
be there again.
Save
"Sorry"
for the weak minds
who'll
listen to your
********
Sorry
again huh
OK
your right
your
a
SORRY
SON OF A *****
SO
KEEP SORRY TO YA'SELF
&
GET THE **** ON
outta here
LEAVE ME
THE HELL ALONE!
haa haa haa
HAAAAAAAA
Remember
We said
No Regrets
Always Me Ayeshah
Jul 29, 2010
Jul 29, 2010 at 5:27 PM UTC
Click.
Arms around with a profound smile
Pearl teeth reflecting happytimes
Click
Blanketed now,anchored to my bed
Alone and this time no shine
Clear like blue cotton sky your eyes
Perfect like truth your smile
Temptation of your sugarcoated words
Marshmallow soft full your lips
How could have I simply be in a corner?
And resist myself to not touch
What I loved , you.
Like the new morning glory
Your candle lit up face brightened me
The whispered words buttered me
Like the softness of peach
Your fluttering touch melted me
Like a burning wax
Barging through the air
Whipped the breath out of me
Call me I wished you could save me
Your hair brought the shade of sweetness
How could I have simply be in a corner?
And resist myself not to do the only thing
I do? Love you.
Though you are cold in earth
And sky cries with screams and tears
Its me who feels sick
Graved alive.
Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 11:30 AM UTC