"bzzz" poems
Fall
Red, orange, yellow, brown
Goose music
Fuzzy wool sweaters
Fresh-baked pumpkin pie—Mmmm…
Musty leaves
Autumn!
Winter
Bare tree limbs
Crunch snow
Slippery ice
Sugary cookies
Tangy gingerbread
Happy Holidays!
Spring
New green buds
Chirp chirp of bird songs
Soft, fuzzy grass
Juicy strawberries
Sweet daffodils
New Life!
Summer
Trees in full leaf
Bzzz of a fat bumble bee
Lazy, hot, swing-in-a-hammock days
Cold, sweet watermelon
Mowed lawns
Vacation!
May 9, 2010
May 9, 2010 at 7:39 AM UTC
bzzz bzzz goes the cell phone
****
it reads
My reply
Shush, we're not talking
about you. Movie n wine
at home later? Maybe
jacuzzi?
bzzz
Mmm ill call u love. Im
tired and cant be out late.
I have work 8am to 7pm :\
wow, ain't that lame
to which I say
:-\ ok
a few minutes later on
and I text again
I love you. Im sorry for
being sulky. I just miss
you and really just want
to see you.
there it goes again
I miss you too i love you
so effing much
:-( only 2 days but its felt
like an eternity
Agreed
and then poetry
gets the better of me
My love. You leave me an
empty vessel when you
are away. A ship without
sails. The sun without a
sky.
Her reply comes
Hunny :)
followed up quick
Im going to make this an
early night
Ouch that hurts
Caught me off guard
Do I be sad?
Or do I be smooth?
I cant even talk you into a
quick yogurt session? Ill
drive. Just there and back.
my phone rattles back
Im grumpy tired and
waking up early lovebaby
shoot quick
And I can put you to bed
w a smile on your face :)
Be a little more specific
:)
oh god
and here comes the barage
A back rub, a massage. A
head rub, a hug. A kiss, a
squeeze. Lets just say
that this lil finger went to
market.
And as Ive said, I just
want to see my baby. So I
apologize if Im being
pushy. Ive missed you
more that ever this last
day.
Hehe lovebaby *** youre
adorable
Adorable enough to get
you to agree to a quick
trip to yogurt or
something? Pretty please
w a cherry on top?
Youre.sweet and tempting
like.a cherry :) lovebaby
lets watch the snow fall
one day
Well then have a lil taste
of the cherry. It promises
to have you home by
11:45 :-)
Gah golly u make this
hard
And here it goes
full blown
oh god
oh no
Say yes and it wont be
hard. Say yes and know
you made me the
happiest boy ever. Say
yes and know you get to see
your love. Say yes and
know that my eyes will
twinkle like your own
personal stars tonite. I
miss you :-(
Jack. I love you
One more desperation push
I love you too baby.
What have you got to
lose? And Im sorry Im
hassling you. I really
really miss you.
and then the minutes drag on
a few and then ten
maybe a few more and
Im sorry, Ill stop. I hope
you have a good nite.
Sleep well love. I miss
you.
and then
there it is
I love you
I love you too baby. Im
sorry for being crazy.
and time stretches on
the beats grow long
and in reply
Ill call u whn im home
Aug 6, 2010
Aug 6, 2010 at 9:26 AM UTC
******* in the life surrounding me through a coffee stirrer
Gulp
Gulp
Gulping up what I can whilst I drift away
i am drowning in my own lungs
Pay attention to my heart beat
Cadum
Cadum
Conundrum- no sleep
I panic
i must be having a heart attack
Close eyes open eyes close eyes
Blink
Blink
Blink I can't sleep
Heavy bags
Heavy mind
****** nose
Headache
Get out of bed
All awake
Lights on
Bzzzz
Bzzz flicker flicker
Lights off
Dog scratch
No time to relax
Awake open gate
Wait
Wait
Wait
Curl up in corner doze off
Dog bark
Sister coughed
Wide eyed
Anxious cries
Door opened
Worry for my life
Grab my mace
Dog runs inside
Lock the door
Crawl on the floor
Lights on
Remain awake
Skim finger tips
Ponder life
Freak out
Pass out
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 2:47 AM UTC
growing up every
thing was late
parents waited
until thirty-two
to adopt the infant
with the big blue eyes
starring at them
from then on
it seems we were
always
late
leaving our excuses
in the offering plate
or even earlier in
the holy water
it didn’t bother them
they were used to
it as they left
excuses in their
footprints
on the way to
school in the
parking lot
at soccer
practice it
was just normal
thought nothing
of it as they bought
our christmas tree
on christmas eve’s
eve getting rid of it
in exchange for when
four-leaf clovers
came good day easter
savior april fools
we were late again.
but then
again
it’s only time.
nowadays adulthood
everything seems
earlier happening
before it should
got pregnant before
marriage had to install
a dvd in the van due
to us arriving earlier
than planned always
there to help set up
help out clothes
still damp from the
dryer premature
warnings (bzzz)
putting our excuses
in times/ doubts/ realities/
we're the future holding
a late past whipped in
the principal's office
tardy slip-fearing
b.y.o.b. but, the
party was there
and the bathrooms
weren’t even cleaned
we get
our christmas tree
while we still have
left-over turkey for
christ’s birthday new
years resolutions already
made before we
unwrap gifts the
only one out of our
friends with kids
and responsibilities
no fooling we
always get
the worm
we’re always early.
but then
again
it’s only time.
Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 8:08 PM UTC
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Band sounding like geez and doom
Bzzz! Bzzz! Bzzz!
Bees flying zipp and zoom
Chirp! Chirp! Chirp!
Birds on harmony I like the song
One thing similar on these lovely tone
All from nature on a throng.
Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 11:43 PM UTC
Bzzz.
Clank.
Brrr.
Clink.
Mellow lights.
Fizzy lattes.
Distant chatters.
Bell chimes.
Her lips.
The slightest curvature.
Insuppressable joy.
What is there to worry about?
Her eyes.
Make the sun look like a street light.
A gander like that of a panther when preying.
Does her desire match mines?
Coffee house madness.
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 12:26 AM UTC
1)
I was a blowfly
for weeks
in my previous birth
with metallic olive-green sheen
and wings and all
and my friends and I would fly
into the local bar
every eve
and we'd always be courteous:
*"Bzzz....Is that stool taken?"*
2)
Now that in this birth I'm human
I think many of us (man or woman)
can learn a thing or two
about manners from my blowfly life:
*Always ask before you take a stool*
Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 1:52 AM UTC
She tap, tap, tapped her cheap pen
on the yellowing paper.
The ****** paper stared back
a blank, unflinching glare.
Typical.
Frenetically, restlessly,
she set her own metronome faster
with the clicking of her pen
than the outdated clock sulking in the corner
could possibly keep up with.
Suddenly, decisively,
She pushed herself away from the desk.
The screech of the chair’s harsh legs
across a cold, unforgiving concrete floor
filled up the whole room with noise.
Noise was all around her,
empty noise,
invading her ears
her head
her brain.
Stop!
She needed them out.
The room was silent—
Save for her
and the sounds
of an old room
with a dying light
and a faded, ticking clock.
She closed her tired eyes and
drew deeply from the cigarette between her
thin, voiceless lips,
then smudged her little addiction out
leaving a burn stain at the top of her paper.
Might as well,
she figures,
not much good comin’ from this paper
anyways.
And anyways,
the flickering light
in this God-forsaken old office
wasn’t doing her any good, either.
She knew it was time to pack up,
head home,
but she needed this demon inside her
to work for her,
not against her.
‘Writers Anonymous’
that’s where she needed to be—
what she needed
to be a part of.
She had things to say.
And she couldn’t say them.
Flick, flick, bzzz.
The light sputtered,
limping dejectedly through it’s own current,
with a halfhearted commitment to shedding light.
Hanging over her head
just like the ideas
she couldn’t force her hand
to capture on paper.
They needed to be confined, here,
she knew.
These thoughts, buzzing around her head,
like the anxious flicking
and bzzing of the bulb dangling precariously above,
needed to be trapped in this paper,
immortalized externally,
a burden laid down
in incriminating ink before her.
That’s what she needed, she knew.
but no matter how often
or how hard
or how intense
she tap, tap, tapped her pen
on the rickety wooden desk
over the silent white paper
with the cigarette stain in the top corner—
those **** buzzing thoughts
cluttering up her brain
would keep sputtering through life.
Writers Anonymous.
That’s what she needed.
Jan 26, 2012
Jan 26, 2012 at 11:01 PM UTC
Bzzz.
My head jimmies like a key with Tourette's and I feel
what can only be described as a sour taste in my ears.
If that's even possible.
Bzzzz.
My shoulders **** up like mountainous pimples,
that appear from nowhere, that I struggle to flatten.
If that's even possible.
Bzzzzz.
My hands are now styrofoam talons at my desk,
envious of others' measly yet cranberry soaked toothpicks.
Mine almost comfort that son of a *****
How is this possible?
Bzzzzzz.
I shut my eyes, and I hope he has dropped dead.
Though his black and yellow stripes should put him behind bars, he is here to stay in that never-ending cursed halo around my head.
How is he possible?
Mar 3, 2018
Mar 3, 2018 at 4:06 AM UTC
Laying on my bed
music blaring
a slight bzzz from my record
there is an image in my head.
Standing on the top of a building
looking down
watching people go past
wondering what they're doing.
Now I'm crying and smiling
"This is it."
I can't do it though
and that is the worst pain ever.
Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 9:01 PM UTC
Continuously waiting for a message
Eventually, bzzz – bzzz – bzzz
Looking down quickly to see who it is
Look another status update
People’s lives are so wonderful, it must be great
Here I am just sitting alone and checking my phone
Outside my door, knock – knock – knock
Now who could that be I wonder to myself
Except I’ll never find out, I’m waiting for a message
May 8, 2020
May 8, 2020 at 12:56 PM UTC
Quiet, now. This night might be waning, but
we're all out. and not so loud, although some of us
(while desperate to get home) are also desperate to get something out of this.
perhaps meet someone. Where are all the buses?
and underground, footsteps are loud, where we tread. Bzzz-kt.
Wake up, the day is day. Night's another thing. Don't let the cold get you down.
Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 1:02 PM UTC
Silence claimed my mind
Cerulean became the sky
Hazel became the color that fled right from my eyes
Green were the leaves that fell beneath the trees
What a lovely time
To see a happy buzzy bee
Nov 19, 2024
Nov 19, 2024 at 3:55 AM UTC