"bickered" poems
When his eyes first fell upon her
She was choosing avocados
In the fruit and vegetable aisle.
And he watched how her thumbs lingered
On the base of the alligator pear
And pressed, maternally.
He feigned interest in the cabbages
Whilst sensing her delicate architecture
Through his peripheral gaze.
He thought that somewhere,
In real or imaginary life,
They would soon bathe together.
And when they did,
They soaked for years in secrets,
Details suffusing through their lips and arms,
Water-hole satisfaction and moonlit deserts
To make them feel they might have transcended cabbages
And be pervading a rhapsodic realm
They forgot their friends watching in greenery,
Subsumed by each-other,
They felt no need
To live in a world of relativity and apples.
Their love-traced sphere tightened around them,
Until it ****** at the edges of their skin
And wailed when they parted.
Tighter it grew, elastic dug into their humid thighs
Contorting their once harmonic bodies
That used to fit like crosswords.
And they each became ugly to the other
As the seconds ingested their perfection
And they bickered like flailing urchins
In a deep sea soiled darkness.
Decisions were made and paroxysms detonated
And they were taken back by their
Fungal friends with tissue offerings
And ethanol.
Time passed, and memories were binned
Periodically on tuesdays
Until neither knew the other
And they would pass in the supermarket
With no more than a quickened gait
And a silent thud in each ribcage.
But neither could buy avocados.
Nov 16, 2011
Nov 16, 2011 at 12:18 PM UTC
my glacier blues stared down into the darkest browns.
I said, "I don't want be brought back. Be it a sudden death, stroke, whatever, maybe a heart attack. Let me go if its my time. If its my turn I'll gladly go, hey, even in my prime."
the darker didn't understand, or didn't want know.
I was saying goodbye if it was my time to go....
I am DNR.
Arguing on their point to want to live. They didn't get too far.
They made threats, bickered, but I just smiled and said, "Its ok baby. I'm a sensitive RockStar..."
With a DNR
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 5:49 PM UTC
Upon a hill hopped a rabbit,
Little to knowledge of talking
He eventually picked up the habit
And finally learnt how to speak.
His first words were to a cat,
'Miss, might I say you're beautiful?'
He asked looking for a little chat.
'It's fine by me' replied with slight purrs.
'Do you mind if i sit next to you?'
Asking once again to the purring cat,
'I just want more orange, less blue'
The rabbit said with a little sigh.
'I know some don't carrot all-
And it hurts my little feelings
Because though I'm not tall
I have a heart as big as my chest'
The rabbit looked in her direction
'You sure have a large meowth' cat said,
'You sure have perfect complexion'
The rabbit replied with cocksure glee.
'You've got to be kitten me' cat snickered
Cats eyes gleamed under the light of beauty
'At least I'm not a hare in your burger' rabbit bickered-
Back and forth till their smiles shone bright.
'May I say one more thing?' bunny asked
'Yes purr sure you may' cat replied.
'No star can leave a light like your cast-
Because you are the brightest and most beautiful
star to ever lived on this Earth'.
1837–1901 Rosoideae
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 7:25 AM UTC
Seven minutes to midnight
The New Year’s Eve party in full swing
How stunning you look in that red dress
Our friendship of many years is about to fail
Funny how one moment can change everything
My heart pounding, I feel like a mess
Our courtship playing out on a global scale
Six minutes to midnight
My mind is racing, and I begin to perspire
You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen
Why you chose to dance with me, I'll never know
Thoughts of what may come sets my heart on fire
I always secretly hoped you may be keen
And now the world waits for us to put on a show
Five minutes to midnight
Uncertainty begins to cloud my every thought
Perhaps I misread all of the signs
What if the whole thing is only in my head
I remember the times when we bickered and fought
Sometimes I read too much between the lines
All confidence gone, my feet turn to lead
Four minutes to midnight
I watch, mesmerized by your swaying hips
My soul is filled with joy by your laughing eyes
How could I ever doubt the way you feel
We move together and now I become transfixed
Reflections in a mirror, our bodies synchronize
My deepest hopes and dreams finally becoming real
Three minutes to midnight
The pace and tone of the music intensifies
We dance as one, never missing a single beat
Our arms moving together in perfect time
My stomach churns, full of butterflies
I never knew anyone could be so sweet
To think, in a few moments you could be mine
Two minutes to midnight
My ears fill with the sound of my thudding heart
As though a million men were marching nearby
Surely you can hear its deafening roar
We've both waited a long time to play our part
Now the time approaches when our love can fly
I wonder why we never thought to do this before
One minute to midnight
Standing precariously at the edge of the abyss
One wrong step and we both might tumble
But we've come too far now to walk away
As the seconds count down, I begin to reminisce
Recalling the friendship that's about to crumble
The whole world will always remember today
Midnight
In a sea of red, balloons falling from the sky
Our arms finally embrace, as midnight chimes
Your intoxicating perfume fills me with bliss
All men should feel this way before they die
As the band begins to play Auld Lang Syne
I whisper a silent prayer, and we kiss ...
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 6:22 PM UTC
An Angel and a Demon, above the world, filled with chaos and destruction. Debating over saving humanity or letting it fall into devastation.....
*This world is worth saving,
You see the good ones down there,
Praying and helping?
Good beats evil, every time.
Letting things fall apart would be a crime.*
**My angelic friend, you're too high in the sky,
Grace us; come down from that ivory perch.
It won't take much to see through the lies,
Not much at all, to see what they're worth.**
*Dear demonic soul, don't you know?
Their worth is not in question.
Their value is more than our weight in gold,
Have some more appreciation!*
**Right--between war, the crucifixion and ****
These humans are just such lovely things.
They aren't filled with a single ounce of hate,
Oh, come now! See the atrocities they bring!**
*The things you say may be true,
But there's so much good down there.
Remember Noah and the Renaissance?
The missionaries and volunteers, they still care!*
**Oh, goodness! Yes, how could I forget?
********* Priests with their souls to sell?
Rich lead the depraved farther into debt?
Your precious world is going straight to Hell!**
*No, you monster! How dare you talk like that!
These are human beings, not toy things.
They'll prove you wrong, peace is coming.
Go tell your puppet master to cut his strings!*
**Don't PREACH to me of puppetry, fairy!
Whatever happened to your God's free will?
Compared to Earth, Hell isn't that scary!
**** rat race! *** money, egos, and thrills!**
*I'll preach what I have to, to save these humans souls,
Spineless creature.. You're wrong on so many levels!
I can't wait to dance with glee, while you unravel,
Dragging your worthless shell back home to the Devil!*
**I guess the horrors before you aren't enough,
You must want your sandbox to turn to doom.
These aren't falsehoods--this isn't a bluff,
Say what you will; Hell's running out of room!**
.... And there Angel and Demon bickered, for what seemed an eternity. Purity prospered in parts, where death and deprivation brought others into declension. At odds and ends, they both returned home, leaving Earth to fend for its own.
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 11:30 PM UTC
For twenty years
they loved and bickered
She was smarter,
he was quicker.
They then divorced
In acrimony
He got freedom
She got alimony.
For ten years then
They lived apart.
But hunger grew
within each heart.
So they remarried
Made a new start
And this time only
Death did part.
What did he tell friends?
What was his take?
“We got divorced
But it was a mistake.”
May 4, 2013
May 4, 2013 at 11:15 AM UTC
He lay spent,
Beside me,
Under our canopy.....or tent.
I cried and watched the spaces between stars,
Seeing you,
Beautiful,
Coveted flowers of war.
Regret was like a most fearful murrain,
Troths as deadly as poison taking root,
Where it hurts most,
The misery of the brain.
The pity, and beauty, and power of my death,
Lay as a teasing indecision,
An untouched mystery, whispering, almost out of breath.
The firefly light flickered,
If he was awake,
I’d have bet a wish he’d have bickered.
An old shadow appeared on the wall,
As familiar as sleep,
The forbidden memories I keep.
Your shadow, determined to haunt,
Came to our bed,
banishing the warmth.
My tears choked me, blue and unyielding,
You, now a misconceived pain in my heart,
Stabbed at his neck, with a silver dagger you were wielding.
-Firefly
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 4:50 PM UTC
it was only a little house,
two bedrooms, small in space, a kitchen, bathroom
and living area..
some woul call it quaint,
others run-down and dilapidated...
...but it was
a happy place....even if it
sat alone ...bar a jacaranda tree...out in the middle of
a drygrass sea...
on the outside, the paint
had peeled and the boards
had begun to warp...
the yard was dry brown
grass and dryer red dust,
the roof, corrugated tin
was dull with age....
the door, was once painted
a bright hopeful blue
but now faded like old
denim... on the verandah
two chairs a table.....and
an old cattledog....
the bell, a suprising ******
but inside that ramshackle
house... that stood by luck
and will alone....
was a home....filled to the brim with love....
the old couple who lived there...
still held hands ....still looked
at each other with love and
longing.....still danced to the old record player most nights....
still slept wrapped in each others arms....
still bickered and fought
then made up....with a lasting passion....
still wished for, more days
together in the sun....
these are my memories
of my aunt beth and uncle
wilf.....
and the house,
they made a home....
out in the middle of nowhere....
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 9:19 PM UTC
They bickered
They called me flotsam
They thought because i was homeless I didnt have the intellect to know
They called me flotsam
Am I worthless like they say
Am I debris to society
Realizing I can never think like that
Because if I did I would be dead
But I'm trying
I'm trying not to be that so called "flotsam"
Bet you I'm smarter then them
But my circumstances are inevitable
The sad life of a so called "flotsam"
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 9:49 PM UTC
We've been there through life's sorrow and pain
But together we have always endured the strain
We've argued and bickered and made each other mad
But if you weren't my sister, life would be so sad
We've cried till we laughed and laughed till we cried
Sometimes for no reason we didn't even know why
When we're not together our bond is just as strong
We are brother and sister we know when something is wrong
We've whispered our deepest secrets only we could share
I love my sister dearly because she really cares
So whether we are together or we are far apart
Alana, you're my sister, my friend and forever in my heart.
Mar 19, 2012
Mar 19, 2012 at 11:58 AM UTC
The King nor the Queen
wanted the crown.
Too heavy to bear,
it dragged them both down.
The King wanted to drink
and party with his men.
The Queen couldn't manage
and wanted a friend.
The oldest princess
wanted love and money.
To sell the crown
and find a honey.
The youngest princess
was eratic and cold.
She hated the kingdom
but loved the control.
They bickered and squabbled
so no one did see.
The middle princess
picked it up so gingerly.
She placed it on
Her Royal, fair head.
She managed to stand
with courage and said...
'I will wear the crown
that you've all cast.
To protect our kingdom
and serve as asked.'
They all stopped talking
and quick as a gun,
turned their back on her
and continued their fun.
The King kept on drinking.
The Queen hid away.
The oldest spent her inheritance.
The youngest plotted and played.
All the while she fought there.
Defending the walls.
Fighting for their safety,
Pledging allegiance to them all.
The youngest became jealous
Of this brave new Queen.
She unleashed her rage
And beat her senselessly.
No one did anything.
The Queen looked away.
Nothing in it for the eldest.
The King stood & swayed.
Yet here she was alone,
Crying in the crown.
Unprotected and alone.
Slowly sinking down.
The eldest took her energy.
The Queen gave no hope.
The King let her down.
The youngest gave her a rope.
So she hung herself and died,
As they continued on.
Her absence went unnoticed
As their kingdom lived on.
Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 4:09 PM UTC
The other night you made me a cup of tea.
We bickered because I stole your chocolate. I was always stealing your chocolate. Chocolate is my fave, and I'd find it and eat it however well you thought you'd hid it.
But as we drank our tea, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was not right.
And then I looked at you, and realised what was wrong.
You had died.
I held your hand as you took your last breath...
And yet here we were, drinking tea, and bickering over chocolate.
It was a mistake you told me.
You hadn't died!
You woke up in the morgue, and had only just found your way home.
"Holy **** I thought.
Who on earth did we hold the funeral for?
You laughed as I worried about the mix up.
"This is serious!" I said.
But you kept on ****** laughing.
Always did have a dark sense of humour you.
My tea went cold as I wondered how I was going to tell everyone you were alive.
Then I opened my eyes.
Tears stung them to life.
And then I realised that you were gone.
Relieved I didn't have to tell people of the awful mistake.
I was happy.
Happy you visited.
Happy you know where to find me...
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 6:06 PM UTC
DNR
my glacier blues stared down into the darkest browns.
I said, "I don't want be brought back. Be it a sudden death, stroke, whatever, maybe a heart attack. Let me go if its my time. If its my turn I'll gladly go, hey, even in my prime."
the darker didn't understand, or didn't want know.
I was saying goodbye if it was my time to go....
I am DNR.
Arguing on their point to want to live. They didn't get too far.
They made threats, bickered, but I just smiled and said, "Its ok baby. I'm a sensitive RockStar..."
With a DNR
Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 2:08 PM UTC
I remember your naked body
like it was yesterday,
bending about your bedroom, quiet as
drifting rose petals stripped straight out
of a summer sunset sky.
I remember our naked bodies,
touching in discovery, swimming oceans
between ourselves we never fathomed
into existence; never questioned out of it.
For the first time, I felt at home—at sea.
Innocence no longer played part.
After the crescendo, I saw the clock beside
us on your nightstand. I used it as an excuse.
"I really should leave, it's getting late," knowing
full and well that she could see right through it,
right through me. I lept through the doorway,
sparing a look back, parting with my shame.
I got home and ate pizza with my family.
My mother and father chuckled about a newscaster.
My brother and I bickered about housework.
I went to my room after dinner and collapsed on my bed.
I wept as my eyes surrendered to darkness.
I am lost at sea—and so is she.
Dec 21, 2012
Dec 21, 2012 at 12:28 AM UTC
I never imagined a love so passionate.
We would kiss each other endlessly every night.
You were everything I wanted, never needed to fight.
I never imagined a love so overpowering.
We stayed awake for hours just looking into each others eyes.
You were my wings and with you I could fly.
I never imagined a love so gentle.
We cuddled for hours under the blanket of stars.
You kissed my wrists and all my scars.
I never imagined a love so comfortable
We could talk to each other or watch the telly.
You even made breakfast to fill my belly.
I never imagined a love to challenging.
We bickered about bills and fought about time.
You made me feel like my loving you was a crime.
I never imagined a love so toxic.
We once were a spark that turned into a flame.
You burned me alive and handed me the blame.
I never imagined a love so lost.
We could never settle in one place in life.
You and I were bonded but I was cut off by your knife.
I never imagined a love so dead.
We saw each other sometimes but refused to even smile.
You tried to come over and say “hey it’s been awhile.”
I never imagined a love like this.
We started out strong but ended in fists.
Sep 7, 2017
Sep 7, 2017 at 12:56 PM UTC
Once you were a blazing fire,
Undoused by fear or favour,
Fuelled by ideals which our priests decried,
But one day History would savour,
You burnt your way ,through the backwoods of death,
Where the smoky memories, remind us with every breath,
That you were the slayer, of the darkness that came,
But your brightness blinded, our future just the same.
You abandoned us without a trail,
Let your legacy grow beyond stale,
And as the world crumbled without sight,
The blind bickered about the light.
Yet , real is our love to claim,
But fickle is our spark,
Don’t let us be a gamble of cosmic proportions,
In your battle against the dark.
Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 10:22 AM UTC
laughter, tears
It's all the same
a washing of the soul
release of the dam
it was under too much pressure
gotta let off a little steam,
no shame in that.
She looked beautiful
tired as she was
and complained the dress was too tight
but it showed off her legs well
and there were leaves on her chest.
Waiting for the taxi
we bickered good-naturedly
and laughed about our old lady ways
in young bodies.
We were late, that's okay
we're the eccentric ones,
they wouldn't expect anything different
from the two young, old ladies
with the same first name.
May 12, 2010
May 12, 2010 at 7:26 PM UTC
The stars were startled awake by the thundering snores of the suns slumber,
and brought to being by the night.
They twinkled and bickered
They were ailed with the task of holding the sky up
while the suns eyes were set to rest.
Feb 25, 2013
Feb 25, 2013 at 2:52 PM UTC
It wasn't the smell that made them sick
It was what it meant
The realization that came all too quick
Why she hadn't responded
They ran upstairs to her room
Their feet making a choice their hearts weren't ready for
Why did they leave her alone.
She was there, in her bed, peaceful
Everything in their bodies screeched to a halt
They didn't breathe they didn't think
Why did they leave her alone.
The pain couldn't touch them
Nothing could
Nothing would for years
They shut down like toys with dead batteries
Why did they leave her alone.
The pills had been in an orange bottle
Now it sat on the bedside table
Label facing out like a product placement in a film
Why did they leave her alone.
The cruise was terrible
It rained, they bickered
They drank, and worried about her.
Why did they leave her alone.
Why now...
Why like this....
Why did they leave her alone
Apr 4, 2013
Apr 4, 2013 at 3:57 AM UTC
I knew her when
She learned her letters;
She liked me too.
We shared a tent;
Followed the sparks fading in the full moon's face.
Draped water over our skins at midnight.
She bickered with her mother,
Whom she mothered today.
She once had a mole
Only we two knew.
I knew her then.
That's the fact of it.
She rebelled,
Then surpassed naysayers and detractors.
I knew her, then.
Got to know her at her best-
A sharer, and keeper,
One who wasn't one to rest.
I knew her without discretion;
Like when she partied at Mardi Gras,
Wearing string-beads, blowing saxes,
Something she never spoke of.
Then, this cannot be her.
I knew her, and,
I didn't know.
Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 9:20 PM UTC
Beaches are created when currents force sand
and various other sediments
across offshore rock formations,
resulting in erosion
and slumping along the edge of the landmass.
When monitoring the shoreline from an elevated point
at the correct angle,
one can readily observe the land rolling
back out beneath the waves
each evening.
In the mornings when the waves recoil,
strangers are generated with a frequency
of intermediate
to large cities.
Alive.
Human.
Could end up one,
and not the other.
Work cut out
to keep from abandoning both.
No point in making it if there’s nothing left
when you get there.
When survivors get caught smiling
we don’t believe them.
For they had something, now gone.
No matter how much loved, hated, or bickered.
All that’s left now is blood,
and sand.
Each day does not hurt the same,
but then not every day hurts different either.
The gruesome ballet continues on
and the weight really starts to drop off.
There’s all the makings for it to rain.
But it won’t.
Aug 4, 2016
Aug 4, 2016 at 2:07 AM UTC
The Mind spoke to the Soul one day.
"Over all the others, why did we choose this Body? It isn't the easiest, I must say."
The Soul shrugged and replied, "Well, you always liked a challenge at the end of the day."
The Mind snapped back " No, YOU liked the challenge. I just agreed with the one you liked, say what you may."
"NO, it was YOU who did the picking...."
And as they both bickered, the Body did all in its power to betray the rationality of the Mind and the purity of the Soul.
Nov 16, 2019
Nov 16, 2019 at 11:22 AM UTC
Little boy blue
Found himself
In the back bedroom
Succumbing to the gloom
Believing there was only doom
Waiting till noon
Then changing his mind
Waiting for the right time
Till the moonshine
Sprinkled night light
Through the window
Into his dark life
Then he ripped the rubber tip
Bit the black edge of it
Till the copper wires were exposed
Looking carefully
Hoping no one knew
No countdown to
Till he closed life’s account
Hit the buzz buzz
Lights flickered
Parents still bickered
Unaware
But the release didn’t work
The electric shock didn’t even hurt
And little boy blue
Had to live through
Another painful day
Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 12:27 PM UTC