"caleb" poems
my test results showed divergent.
but she told me not to talk about it,
at least not here, or anywhere. ever.
he told me i could not be found about. never.
but they did, they eventually did.
they injected me- with serums, different kinds of them.
and i became their ultimate little experiment gem.
one of a kind.
every stimulation- every serum injected, i denied.
i was useless.
but then he came - my love. my Four. my Tobias
to my rescue.
i promised. not to put myself into danger,
like as i always did.
but i could not let him die. Caleb. my brother. my blood.
i had to save them. all of them.
death serum.
i could. resist.
but before that- he picks up a fight -
wounded in his wheel chair. paralyzed.
but still manages to, that little twa -
stab.
pain.
i see bloo-
thick red blo-
mom? but you're dea-
it's okay sweety, she says.
where am i?
in a better place.
you gave up your life Tris- for them.
i died?
yes honey, you died, an allegiant.
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 8:25 AM UTC
a ***** went partying
in the club friday night
where he met up with kenneth
trying to ruin his rep
party on yeah dude party on oh yeah
party on yeah dude party on oh yeah
a ***** went partying
in the club friday night
when he met up with susan
who had some champagne
she said, do you wanna share some of this
the ***** said YES
as
a ***** went partying
in the club friday night
he met up with thomas
who said just one word at a time
which was party, the ***** said who with
thomas said everybody
oh yeah let’s party come on dudes, party
a ***** went partying
in the club friday night
when he met up with brian
with a bourbon and coke
brian said, what do you want
wild turkey or jim beam
the ***** said, whatever you choose i’ll enjoy it, i guarantee it
the ***** went partying
in the club friday night
when he met up with caleb
who said, have you had enough
the ***** said no, not yet
i want to have 4 bottles of XXXX
and sink them down with you
the ***** went partying
in the club friday night
where he met up with peter
who says PARTY ON MATE
cause peter will drink any drink you put in front of him
and sometimes he will take someone else’s drink
like the yobbo’s
so the ***** went partying
down the club friday night
and with all the alcohol he drank
he gazed into the night
and say, PARTY RIGHT, DUDES
time to go home mr *****
Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 8:03 AM UTC
his name was Hamilton
my name was Caleb
the dude was on the outside
inside was more from his film
also in the bunch,
the duke, the doctor,
the fab 4, the dogs
in neon and inverted
colors
it was not all Hamilton’s
but his work was some of the best
weird stuff on the back wall
but still some awesome pieces
from a man obsessed with
movies
Hamilton was my friend
If only for my visit
Hamilton was my dad’s friend
(My dad’s good at making them)
but in the end
I was there for
art work
and though I bought something not of Hamilton’s
I think he appreciated me and my dad and my mom
(she likes the dude too)
but Hamilton told me
I’m looking to propose to a lady like your mom
and I laughed
that’s good
but Hamilton
we’ve got to
go
thus is the fate of the artist and the
customer
May 3, 2010
May 3, 2010 at 5:11 PM UTC
The ghost of Bill Kettchel still sits glumly on the bluff
Not but a few paces from where he was fell
He has risen majestic at night from the well.
Still screaming out loud, Hey give em hell boys, give em hell
Dropped in head a foremost by the heel of his boot
Give em hell goes the echo, by god give em all hell
The fields glistened brightly with crimson and gore
The fighting was grisly like none seen before.
All stacked up like cord-wood a good ten foot high, they smote grey and smote blue
by the hip and by the thigh.
Give em hell boys by god, came the echoing cry.
Now musket ball splatter, now cannon grape rain.
March through the death gauntlet and line up again.
As the dying lie crying Under shade tree spread wide.
I'm a Yankee doodle dandy. Yankee doodle do or die.
A real live nephew of my uncle Sam born on the fourth of July.
Look away ,look away look away.
Dumped in head a foremost by foot and by heel. My self, Andy, Caleb
Rest daily in the well. By day we lie peacefull, at night we rebell.
Especially those nights when the moon is aglow
We rise to the mouth and we holler and shout.
Give em hell boys by god, just send them all straight to hell.
Oct 4, 2012
Oct 4, 2012 at 2:33 AM UTC
Deaths Of 2013
My third year doing this.
Paul Walker, Texas ranger,
driving fast leads to danger.
Matt Osbourne was Doink The Clown,
Paul Bearer always wore a frown.
Dennis Farina and James Gandolfini,
always played a mobster meany.
Peter O'Toole, famous actor,
Prime Minister, Margaret Thatcher.
President Nelson Mandela,
Dennis Burkley, was a famous fat actor fella.
Lou Reed, is now on the wild side,
took all the colored girls for a ride.
Conrad Bain and Bonnie Franklin,
tv actors who had white skin.
Paul Blair and Stan The Man,
playing baseball, when they can.
Marcia Wallace and Lisa Robin Kelly,
both had ***** that bounced like jelly.
Tom Clancy wrote famous books,
not much on having good looks.
Cory Montieth and Patti Page,
one died young, other of old age.
Jean Stapleton, was Edith Bunker,
Archie always put her in the dumper.
Pat Summerall and Deacon Jones,
played football and broke some bones.
Dr. Joyce Brothers and Pauline Phillips,
they both gave good and bad tips.
Ray Manzarek, from The Doors,
Jeff Hanneman knew all Slayers chords.
Chrissy Amphlett, liked to touch herself,
Caleb Moore's trophies are on his shelf.
Mindy McCready and George Jones,
both hit those country tones.
Chris Kelly from Kris Kross,
Ed Koch is a New York loss.
David Frost and Roger Ebert,
always had words to insert.
Anneitte Funicello from Mickey Mouse Club,
Eydie Gorme almost got a snub.
Jonathan Winters, was very funny,
to come from Mork's egg, made him money.
If you don't know who these people are,
look them up, internet not very far.
For the ones that I missed,
please don't get to ******
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 12:46 AM UTC
Rock step, trip-le, trip-le
Rock step, trip-le, trip-le
Judah bids us "Good morning!" at nine at night,
He's like Fred Astaire,
Big moves and big ears.
Dylan is late coming in,
Sliding out of his leather jacket with a sour expression -
He's too cool for this game.
Lindsey drags in the speaker system,
All goofy grins and ugly sweaters,
And she's so happy to see us.
Rock step, trip-le, trip-le
Andy with his slick moves
and slicker hair.
Matt who always smelled strange
but lost to Kevin.
Susan with her tight, swinging hips
and constant critiques.
Pete thinks he can do this,
and then breaks your arm.
Caleb concentrates too hard,
and tries not to look you in the eyes.
Josh gets bored with the basics,
deciding to breakdance instead.
Rock step, trip-le, trip-le
Rock step, trip-le, trip-le
And after an hour of being passed from one lead to the next
Like a hot potato,
And then standing with your back against the basement wall
During the free-for-all,
You decide you rather be studying algebra
and leave.
Lindsey waves goodbye.
Nov 18, 2012
Nov 18, 2012 at 2:05 AM UTC
Grind
My mind is on the clock with no rest
Searching in the deep
Peace is my peak
So I simplify
If I buy the newest ride
I consider could I give it up
If not I drop
If so I cop
What is a knot for
But to buy love
New friends to support
With hopes to cultivate a family
Ecstasy
That feeling I get
When my real brothers next to me
Me
A user of money
To bring out the best in me
And giving is my destiny
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Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 1:25 PM UTC
The lost causes never remember
moonlight matters
it's tapping at your window
Sounds of baby peddles and November
The looming causes fail to comprehend
loneliness lingers
It's ebbing at your elbows
The best of beer bottles and dead ends
The loose causes refuse to acknowledge
Ignorance ignites
It's gnawing as it follows
Daily articles and unrefined polish
The least causes lose sight in the daybreak
blossoms bittering
It will fade as hearts hollow
Graveyard backyards and bone aches
The lone causes acquiesce to uncertainty
pages punctured
It is freeing as it swallows
Sunsets red and abrupt against afternoon purity
The loaned causes shatter against the bribery
Coins cascading
It is a vision as she wallows
Lipstick Luscious and cultivating calvary
The last causes shall never translate
Sculptures scalloped
it is swallowing in shallows
Hoarded hearts and breakup dates
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 11:10 PM UTC
before you go and do something dumb
I know how it is just to feel numb.
take a moment to let me tell you people care
because maybe you want to share but you don't dare.
don't be afraid to tell somebody you need help
because no matter how small the yelp
they will be there to listen to you
so maybe this is your cue.
this world is better with you in it so don't quit
Please stop hiding that pit
speak out and seek attention
let's start the process of ascension
I know that you feel alone all by yourself
like you've been placed on a dusty shelf
cut off from a society that doesn't love you
but I'm telling you that isn't true.
just give a call to that hot line
let it be a light in the dark that shines
because they will answer and listen
the tears will fall and glisten
because you'll know that they care
you can let go of the tremendous weight you bare.
people love you and they always will
so before you take that pill
before that Blade touches you again
before you step off the end
put down that gun
and just call them so you live to see the morning sun
I love all of you with all of me
I just hope I reach you in time for you to see.
I beg and plead
before you start to bleed
just call them and talk
they want to help you they really do.
don't be afraid to take that first step
don't be like me and never speak out.
-Caleb J. Collins
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 12:20 AM UTC
I was seven years old
When my dad broke my heart.
He said he would move away
But we would never be truly apart.
I waited, and waited...
Sometimes in the intense heat, or snow
But only with age I learned
That my dad would never show.
One day I got tired of waiting
and stopped watching the road.
My heart hardened a bit though mom
Still thought it was made of gold.
I guess at this point was when
I started to lowkey hate men.
Never have one kept his word to me
Not josh, nor Caleb. Not Keith, nor Ben.
All my relationships fail,
I leave them before they leave me.
It hurts less you know?
When you know you hold the key.
So at 20 years this where I am at.
And this is why I write.
It takes the pain away you see,
Some, but not much.
Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 3:34 PM UTC
During the long winter the town cemetery is chained off,
Two thick cables across each entrance to insure
That foolhardy drivers don’t attempt the hill that divides
The new from the old sections.
The upper half, the “New Cemetery” as it’s called,
Offers more level ground with polished graves,
As if “new” somehow made a difference to those resting there.
Anyone who knows the difference prefers the old, lower section,
With stones leaning this way and that
And inscriptions that are barely visible on some.
Old stones offer personality, truth be told--
Even the names seem more real: Caleb, Ezekiel, Matilda.
I think of them there through those cold gray months,
Blanketed in snow disturbed only by the occasional deer walking through.
I know it shouldn’t matter but I feel sad for them all
Forced to suffer through that blank desolation,
Denied the warmth of sun or the curious gaze of some passerby.
As if death weren’t bad enough, the white loneliness of snow
Drifting over their one last piece of property
Seems a cruel and unnecessary gesture on the part of the world they left.
As if to say, “You’re still mine to treat as I will, alive or dead.”
That’s why, when the weather turns and the cables come off
I make it a point to pass through each day on my way to work.
The snow, gone now, lets the earth breathe again,
And I can’t help but think that, with the trees about to sprout
And green grass just around the corner,
That life has its place here too, even among the dead,
And that I’m not the only one waiting for longer days and a warmer wind.
Jan 21, 2012
Jan 21, 2012 at 9:36 AM UTC
We all live next to different highways
We eventually pick a spot and stick with it
I get there early by mistake
I make myself busy and help Caleb get the beers
Before we go back inside we crack one
Just him and me sitting in the bed of his truck
Soon everyone trickles in and we get to work
We make half assed toast with true blue friends
We laugh at old jokes and new stories
We smoke outside in the cold together
As the promised rain doesn't come
And it almost feels like it used to be
As the night winds down we hear scattered explosions
We debate between fireworks or shotgun blasts
I wake up to the rhythm of rain on the window
I gather my things strewn about by last night
I say thanks and goodbye to a half awake Caleb
And walk out the door
The rain usher me and the new year in
As what was old is new again
Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 2:00 PM UTC
Caleb and Yeki
Layin' in a bed
One does a hand job,
The other does head.
First come tongue
Then comes ***
And we no what happens next,
There's a pregnant Yex!
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 10:08 PM UTC
sixteen
that’s a big number
but it hasn’t hit me yet,
not fully,
I’ve had little bits of it
but that big realization,
like a whole ocean washing over me
all at once,
that,
that hasn’t gotten to
me
yet
for my birthday I got a new leather jacket
fits well
has a warm fuzzy inside
two stripes, brown and grey,
on the shoulder
and we (the gift-giver and I)
both agree
the black material
isn’t really
leather
I love it
so I wore it to school today
feeling like hot ****
the best new thing
since sliced bread
so I got there and nothing was
different
nobody noticed
not a word spoken
positive or negative
I was still just
Caleb
and they were still just
them
I hate it
now I’m home,
sixteen
with a new leather
jacket
that nobody even
noticed.
what to do?
what to do?
what to do?
I don’t have homework to do
no lines to memorize
no chores needing to be done
I’m just sitting here
alone with my jacket
and my new age
maybe I’ll read a book
or write some more poems
or go take a walk
or go talk to somebody new
or something
I feel it
I feel the tidal wave
it’s not here yet
but I feel it shake the ground
and I see it’s shadow block out the sun
but it won’t hit me
not yet
I have to know what it is first,
know what it means,
then it’ll sweep me away,
take me to a new level of persona
so far away from this one
and as I think on my day
and my new leather jacket
I think on how little anybody cared
and feel the splashing of water on
the back of my legs
Nov 8, 2010
Nov 8, 2010 at 12:18 PM UTC
a gangly man
wearing thick rimmed glasses
that made his eyes seem
like those of a fish
wearily looking out
upon a world he cannot understand
read from crumpled piece of paper
the name of the next
person that had signed up
to take the stage
“Mr…
Youling?
is there,
a Mr.
Youling,
in the house?”
nobody answered
heads turned
looking to see if they could find him
but nobody knew who he was
and everybody knew he wasn’t
going
“ummm…
ok.”
the gangly man
said
“next up we have
David Proctor.
Please,
welcome him.”
David Proctor
got up
within moments
guitar in hand,
lyrics in head,
he played for us
some song about a girl
or his father or
something like
that
but in the second song
a man walked through the door
looking no different,
acting no different,
than any other
but he moved upon the stage
swift,
calm,
controlled
David Proctor
didn’t know what to do
the man
who had just waltzed in
went up to the microphone
and said
“ladies,
gentlemen,
how’re you
tonight?”
“My name is John,
what’s yours?
or are you afraid
of old Mr. Youling?
even if that’s not
my
name.”
“I said
good evening
ladies and
gentlemen!
good evening
and hello
to
you!”
“My name is John!
My name is John!
My name is John!
when are you going
to tell me
YOUR
name?”
I rose then
I don’t know why
I don’t how
but I did
my name is Caleb
I said
“Good good,
Caleb,
way to
be
bold!
Way to stand
up
in more ways
then
one!”
but I sat down then
remembering what I was
doing,
what was
happening.
John just stood there
“So tonight,
I’m going
to
read a
poem!
A poem,
people,
a poem!
Get excited!
Be amazed!
Don’t be so
pissy!”
“and the name of the poem
is
this”
“hello
hello
hello
the noise
of my voice
goes out
but not in!
hello
you people
old,
new,
and
forgetful
people
I say hello to you
but you never
say hello
back!
this
world is coming
to a stand-
still
because of
people
like
YOU
YOU
people
too afraid to appreciate,
to acknowledge,
to love,
to fear,
to say hello,
to say goodbye
to say that you’ve failed
to say that I’ve failed
failed to entertain
to amuse
to make you laugh
to make you think
but here’s the thing
YOU
I know I haven’t done
any
of
THAT
there YOU
are
sitting silently
glaring at me from behind
your
drinks
but
even as you hate me
you love me
for saying the things
you don’t even realize
you want to scream to the
hills
hello
hello
hello
people
YOU
people
who sit
there thinking about me
even as you try not
to
goodnight
goodnight
goodnight
YOU
I’ll see you
again
forever.”
but as he left
he stuck his head back in
and said,
like a punctuation mark,
“enjoy Mr. Proctor.”
and then I knew
he was gone
gone like an exhaled breath
and from that moment on
we could never breath quite
as easy
Oct 1, 2010
Oct 1, 2010 at 1:26 PM UTC
I AM STRONG
I have learned the meaning.
Of love. Of heartache. Of loss.
I've grown. Shed dead leaves of sorrow & pain.
My branches have borne heavy loads,
Enjoyed the pleasure of young children swinging, climbing, laughing
Names carved into my heart: "I was here." "Cindy <3 'So & So' 4-eva"
But over the years........the bark expands.........the names slowly fade
My outer skin. of bark grows. thicker, harder to leave your mark
My purpose & appeal ** ** have changed.
I have done ** my very best
To ward off the "termites"
That eat me up inside.
My core, my limbs
Are solid
my roots
run deep
Nourishing
waters
Of truth
in my veins
Holding dear
only The most
important
Ones in my life
Mom Dad
Michael - my brother Jeanette - my sister
Naomi. Lisa. Micaela. Marina. Abby. Caleb.
MY TRUEST & GREATEST LOVE
MY. BEST. FRIEND. JEHOVAH. GOD.
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 9:04 PM UTC
In my Country
there's an epidemic of poor posture
with no one teaching us
how to hold our guts
I traveled to faraway lands
to learn the secret
of ******* in my *****
its like walking in between
two closely parked cars
as a young lad
I stood alongside another boy
cream of the crop
slick hair blonde and mine black
one girl left for her choosing
between us side by side
Sadie Hawkins went with the other fella
and I heard the adults behind me wince
it taught me something about my pecking order
in the meat market
yet it turned out the prettiest girl at the dance
still had the last choice
and it was me
we held each other close for a time
and the music played on
white gloves and shuffling black leather, thick soles
Is our name a destiny?
Why did Caleb advise immediately take the Land?
for his faith a bounty
these knights and conquering heroes
conquistador cops
vice squads ICE raids
trade war kinderlagers
borders and the shame
of the human smell
unwashed, ***** tired
I'm not that good, I haven't washed many feet
even my own are ***** sometimes
because my floors collect dust and dirt from the porch
that wasn't swept before I came
but I'm glad to be here
a chess board on the floor
and a fern that might make it
tomorrow
we hope to be better
tomorrow
like a new morning
looking out a bright window
Aug 2, 2019
Aug 2, 2019 at 5:18 PM UTC
Galaxies pause when you walk on the spot light lit stage. Your shining smile brighter than the stars, no wonder all they could do was stare. Frozen in time, the journey you take them on with just the simplicity of your majestic voice lullabies them to a peaceful place where your arms is where they sleep.
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 12:21 AM UTC
here I am
the man
Caleb Pendleton
the hated leviathan
the consumer without anything
to consume
the homeless wander who goes
home to a bed every night
here I am
in the flesh
ready to take on whatever
you choose I’ve done this
time
here I am
here I am
here
I
am
there may be blades in my smile
but you aren’t reaching up for a kiss
now are you?
here I am
in all I am
the liar
the loser
the criminal
the smart ***
the genius
the angry-
eyed
mad
scientist
here I am
and there you are
take your best
shot
Mar 9, 2011
Mar 9, 2011 at 5:55 AM UTC
And he is...
bare feet on Sunday,
loose leaf tea,
pressed & grounded
fresh fruit
home grown vegetables,
sweat on brows,
callused hands,
cross his legs at the knee,
analytical & detailed minded.
He is the warm hug,
I seek after a long week,
He's a hug I walk into.
Wisdom flies low to rest
on his shoulders,
used to carry
and lift the weight of his dreams,
Winters baby but adopted by autumn,
He is golden hues and colors of harvest,
He begins to reap the seed he has sown,
an Indian summer day to prepare for the harshest nights of winter.
May 5, 2013
May 5, 2013 at 10:14 PM UTC
Early morning before
anyone has ordered coffee
and I feel delicate in the dewy
sun with the heater on low
at my ankles, I reorganize
the drawer below the register
gingerly feeling at staples and
rubberbands, Caleb watches from
the corner on tea with raspberry
in doc martens and ***** trousers
I wonder if I seem as pretty as I
feel or if he feels the staples too and
the dust from gift cards, if my hair
flares out in the light, if I am a brilliant
solar eclipse.
Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 3:52 PM UTC
I apologize for my acting bad.
I branded you as my greatest rival
And perceived you as one most whimsical.
Dear friend, I am sorry for evil thoughts
That I conjured that to you may gave insults.
I judged you hastily but never tried
To understand what you possess inside.
To everything you said, I pretended deaf.
But I agree your words make my heart melt.
I treated you with a bit of contempt
And never thought of you as a good friend.
But hasty judgment is all I can make
Now, dear good friend, please forgive my mistakes!
As our parting drew near, I have conceived
By what's shown by your kind and thoughtful deeds
That all these time, you were not my rival
Indeed my review shows you're my ally!
I regret how despite all you virtues
I failed to be more amiable to you
Now my conscience begins to bother me
Why did i treat you so unequally?
My friend now your humour i can comprehend
I just realized what to me you meant.
To Caleb whose humour I never had
I wish a successful and happy life!
Jun 5, 2012
Jun 5, 2012 at 12:38 AM UTC
*Deep in me
I'm fading away
What makes me myself
No longer exists
Into an abyss
My eyes search for what is
But silent hope
Unfolds once again*
#death #Jesus #cross
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 1:45 PM UTC
As I walk through confusion
In a world of illusions
The facts are my guide
From microscopic flesh
To my intuitive faith I decide
Never claiming wise
Thus rejecting information
Desiring mastery of the basics
A revolutionary dedication
Through ignorance and fear
Only the humble can survive
On a ride past the angels
And where darkness will reside
Lightning in my eyes
From the words that collide
In the soul waxing bold
A son of god in disguise
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Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 4:46 PM UTC