"boldface" poems
Twas the night before
Hawaii islands on the radar
A monster opened the door
It shoulders a storied scar
Of the last time, it hit its mark
Rearing its ugly head, ahead of pace
As the eye looms '82 in the dark
Wrinkles on this eve sit sadly in boldface
Kauai sat once in unnatured infamy
It sunny shores hit once by the beast
Clouds of villains played in that symphony
With the next generation looking to feast
As the residence brace for the worst
Of the monster stepping on its paradise
With category four winds and cloudburst
The hope is that the monster plays nice
With the Aloha Spirit preserved with leis
In place of bold headlines of strung wrath
Hawaii can pray rays of light in the coming days
Willing the monster to take a different path
Logan Robertson
8/23/2018
Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 7:04 AM UTC
What oozes out
(between the lines)
the scent of shaving,
your lean leg,
those dancing eyes,
waffles.
What can't escape
(the boldface type)
the door that slams,
your heavy feet,
dark eyes demanding
waffles.
What remains
(the words that blur)
a broken dish
your cracking wit,
my steady hand, now
waffles.
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 11:38 PM UTC
I guess
poetry can be used
to inspire resolve
but I'm looking for
the kind of direct, boldface salve
that spawns trust, eats doubt
and sifts the tar from under my ribs
"The medium is the message."
- **** McLuhan said
May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 10:57 AM UTC
In box ghosts
In god we trust
Picture from forgotten toasts
Friendships cyclical, boom or bust
One, two, three, four
Boldface type between the junk
Plaintive missives to ignore
Memories stored within a trunk
Friends arrayed 'neath a tree
Once upon a summer's eve
Kept in touch with none of thee
With a pen we took our leave
Scattered comments, wish you were
Scattered ashes, dust to dust
Given a choice of you or her
Follow always wanderlust
Blinking cursor, monochrome screen
One truck passes on the street
Slowly passing fields of green
A moment's thought, then press delete.
Mar 6, 2013
Mar 6, 2013 at 12:20 PM UTC
~
infinitude (noun): the state, the quality of being without limit, infinite
~
drew first breath, woken to the heart’s rpm thankless task,
conscious aware, that solved proofs deny infinitude,
yet, triumvirate of five senses, brain waving,
a steadying thumping heart,
all asking why not?
can I will it?
the body’s parts convene, debating furious, some claiming
a sell-by-date cellular programmed, nothing to be done,
dimming of the day, a human necessity, the self-salvaging process
but a single cell, a mouse-sized squeaker, boldface stuns,
*”feed me, moisturize, give me sleep + blue blood nourishment,
I’m good to go in a forever Iditarod!”*
the others ashamed of their festival of fear, knowing well
what has gone before, dreaming thoughts of infinitude, go silent,
while “why not?”
lingers in the lungs, the breathable shared, atmosphere,
the senses spread the quest to every remote province,
with each continuing a chant grows ever louder,
a millennium of poems concealed, yet awaiting conception,
all entitled,
“why not”reverberating.
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7:36am 2022020
nyc everywhere
Feb 8, 2020
Feb 8, 2020 at 3:23 PM UTC
Now what of you
from a place in my memory
from a memory in the past
from the past I barely remember
anymore
Is there
any more you will be to me
than a phone number I cannot call
than a photograph in my computer screen
than a newspaper article I've read and reread again and
again
Are you more of a loss or
a gain- like the profit from falling for love
and the debt from falling apart
in love
and all its constituents from
butterflies to monsters
to daydreams to tear drops to
fireworks
Because this want works like
fire works
to burn then burn out
but never like the fire in your eyes
of passion and compassion
that builds fire then stays
burning up
unless in exchange of more
match sticks you have for
today
Will you forever be a thought from night
to day
from all the merriment I encounter
to all the melancholy after
a thought I'll remember
more striking than a bad news typed in
boldface
This might be like all the others where I put on a
bold face
to pick up one by one
the torn pieces of hope I set up way too high
but not to fix any part of my heart
fully secured
from similar events from before
tick tock tick tock
there, like time, like them, off you go
Off you go
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 4:11 PM UTC
We all have a choice to free Will
He starts off locked in a cage
You might choose to just chill
Or you may embrace your rage
Paralyzed you can remain still
But Remember this is your stage
It's truly only your time to ****
Choose your fate, turn the page
You fell asleep and woke to see
Under the bottom rock lay a key
I wonder, Was it even locked?
Perchance,Is this all a dream?
A blunder, yet they knocked
Romance, A Jehovah scheme
A paradise of the utmost ultimate utopia
A paradox, of thee immaculate dystopia
We chase and climb as we proclaim the divine
As Robert weaves tightropes and walks the line
A friend indeed to help Will Succeed to not
blindly bleed and pay the taxman's greed
It's only your life to lead, or perhaps throw away
Why not nurture the seed, and extend your stay
Please open your eyes and decide your path
Boldface the lies and regret's dreadful wrath
The future is here, prepare for a great surprise
I'm going to end this poem's life, with italicize
Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 12:22 AM UTC
If you
Want to shoot
From the hip
Make sure
You're not firing blanks.
Anyone worth their salt
Will tell you to be yourself
Then step aside to let you find that self.
Run from those
Who claim to see
The truth too clearly
And with those that want to
Meet me I say...
"Meet me half way,
Then there is no extra mile".
Leaders
Have in mind,
To lead.
Preachers..
They want to preach.
Story Tellers tell stories,
Some, fact filled,
Others are sprinkled
With truths, still others
Are boldface fabricated fiction.
Looking within to find
The answers I've come to know
To be genuine..
And with Wisdom comes
The pain of responsibility.
A responsibility
That resides in the acts one does
Or the lack of action
One chooses not to do.
Others don't hear you
From where you're at,
They hear from where
They are at.
Either it's
'Pearls before swine'
or a gentle reminder
to heed or discard.
Knowing a whole lot of
Not much at all
I remain eager to learn
More of The Mystery.
My aim is to walk
Shoulder to shoulder,
Not ahead of nor behind
For in the moment I can see
where once I was blind.
"Don't Worry, Be happy"
So easy to say, at times
So hard to do,
"The Proof is in the Pudding
and the Puddings in the fridge".
And with that,
The last quote
Will have to do.
Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 11:52 AM UTC
As par and parcel of being
alive wire impossible aye
to maintain totally tubularly
literarily celibate by and bye
with parochial restraint antiseptic dry
as dust poetic refrains
asper this healthy older guy
devoid of physical whim zee
unlike a inscrutable eunuch...so hi
there dear reader experienced
by this self contrived Zen
minded nonestablishmentarian outlier,
whose nonconformist yen
tries to steer clear of controversy,
heresy, prurient wen
unless one happened
to be eunuchized,
i.e. sexless as a cold oven,
but similar to generic men
this writerly hen
pecked husband dully
drumming, droning, and
dribbling as a lix spittle
aged chap housed within
Schwenksville, Pennsylvania bailiwick
though far less inclined
to whet ma lil atrophied dipstick
than some young buck
at the peak of his ****** prowess
every now and again viz,
aye feel a much slighter sensation
drubbing, crackling, and
buckling mine body electric
and attempt to record
re: font ten blue type
boldface and/or Italic
such infrequently occurring
fleeting Johnson magic
speculating why the
hoo ha regarding mystic
spell binding codas,
dogmas, and enigmas,
an integral component naturalistic
within the calculus of life,
when human species
(parenthetically), naturally, inherently,
and biologically opportunistic
akin to other organisms whose quixotic
antics allow NON GMO,
MSG, and gluten free,
and uncensored discussion
asper reproductive habits rhapsodic
with floral and/or faunal symphonic
emanations donning each their own
"NON FAKE" trumpeting
spectacular humbly modest
rubric, yet...universalistic
as being linkedin
within the cosmic whirled wide web.
Jul 28, 2018
Jul 28, 2018 at 4:00 PM UTC
No know sense of infinitude (asking why not?)
~
noun: the state, the quality of being without limit, infinite
drew first breath, woken to the heart’s thankless task,
conscious aware, that the solved proofs deny infinitude,
yet, triumvirate of five senses, brain waving, a steadying thumping heart,
all asking why not?
can I will it?
the body’s parts convene, debating furious, some claiming
a sell-by-date cellular programmed, nothing to be done,
dimming of the day, a human necessity, the self-salvaging process
but a single cell, a mouse-sized squeaker, boldface stuns,
”feed me, moisturize, give me sleep + blue blood nourishment,”
the others ashamed of their festival of fear, knowing well
what has gone before, thought dreaming of infinitude, go silent,
while “why not?”
lingers in the lungs, the breathable atmosphere,
the senses spread the quest to every remote province,
with each continuing a chant grows ever louder,
a millennium of poems concealed, yet awaiting conception,
all entitled
“why not”reverberating.
<+>
7:36am 2022020
nyc everywhere
Feb 2, 2020
Feb 2, 2020 at 7:43 AM UTC