"coincidental" poems
I know they're not
accurate.
The fact I frequent
creative results
may be
more or less
coincidental.
After all
who am I
compared to
Jon Stewart
or a Greek
philosopher?
But maybe
I don't care.
Maybe I take them
just for fun.
And who can complain
when they are compared
to Charizard
and Winnie the Pooh?
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 10:30 AM UTC
Your true beauty is seen when I look into your eyes
Beauty that is seen
even by the blind
Beauty that doesn't take much effort for you to show
Beauty that is reflected from deep within your soul
Beauty that can trigger hopes for a mental connection
Beauty that is absolute coincidental perfection
Beauty that could make any goddess jealous
Beauty that could make any mortal overzealous
Beauty like the first flower of the year in full bloom
Beauty that captures the focus of a full room
Beauty that somehow beats all of the odds
Your beauty is a true work of art from our God
True beauty is the repetition of flawless excellence not only in the physical sense but more of a soul sense and I ask myself how is shawty so bad yet she gives my soul a cleanse....she possesses the type of beauty to make any ***** want to cherish her the same way the he should cherish his mother equipped with the beauty to make him only have eyes for her & blind to any other.
Another *** could have a bank account full of money yet he wouldn't pay mind to any other.
Another shorty could be the only one in a room with a watch and he still wouldn't give her the time of day but...shit they say beauty is in the eyes of the beholder and behold-- it is her and her beauty is a work of art like a painting by van gogh or da vinci and she holds the amount beauty to make a ***** say **** I hope she's into me
&
don't mean to offend you mona lisa but
what man wouldn't want to get into ya
inside of you
to glide on you
ride and collide into you
But personally
I'd rather make you *** mentally that's when feelings are true but in a world full of feelings that most of us seem to hide it's hard to reveal your inner beauty when you know it wont be appreciated and I
know you never know what its like to be appreciated
but here I am sitting in the corner of the classroom watching you write notes about a subject that I cant even focus on because
your beauty completely captivates my mind
body and
spirit.
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 6:09 PM UTC
together paradise,
nearby connection;
distance vanishes,
real-time embrace;
coincidental timing,
inarguable intersection;
fated misfortune,
mutual blessing;
soothing aura,
blissful homecoming;
affectionate cradle,
passionate possession;
fervent assertion,
warmly pursued;
together forever,
resurrected relation
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 1:55 PM UTC
Western dental trys to be gentle.
By acting sentimental.
I am too judgmental.
It's just coincidental.
My teeth are not expertimental.
That's typical.
What's the hype?
It's all stereotype.
Don't just let me laugh on your behalf.
Your dental staff isn't worth half.
See I will make a graph.
Your payroll is down the hole.
Try to focus & maintain control of your objective goal.
Your career is over this year.
I am.
Sincere is that all you fear?
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 6:18 PM UTC
We are all mere dots in this vast mural:
too fickle and futile
to comprehend the complexities
of existing
where
everything is part of
a design so grand
that it stretches
before and beyond eternity,
a design so intricate
that it weaves together
strangers' destinies
and where
nothing is
contingent and coincidental
nothing is
random and accidental
nothing is
ever
too early or too late.
But
don't just use this as an excuse
to settle in your unfortunate state
because though everything is part
of this grand plan ordained,
our ultimate destiny
is to be something great.
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 7:42 AM UTC
Sticks & stones may
Break my bones, but your words... Your
Words are nonexistent. Images
Flutter,
Nonessential to the plot of
The present, inconsistent ramblings of
Tomorrow. Your
Teeth are bared, stained
& brittle. Saliva
Spurts & hangs in the balance between
Reality &
Whatever this is, this stagnant disbelief, this
Coincidental segment
Of emotion.
Oct 2, 2013
Oct 2, 2013 at 9:58 PM UTC
All day yesterday was the best day of my life
Nothing went wrong, everything went right
Tracking all the factors that helped make it so
Reinvigorates me to continue with my goals
There’s a thought that returns, maybe coincidental,
But there is a common thread that is sequential
Early in the morning is when I first saw you
And at the end of the day you were in my rear view
So you were there with me from sunrise to sunset
Any moment we had together I never felt upset
No awkward instances, only natural feelings
No pressure to make myself seem more appealing
You make me feel like I’m almost where I need to be
To have something that you may one day need from me
Leisurely I will continue to approach the situation
Because this is a path that I want to keep straightened
At the prime of our lives for the time of our lives
We just have to be willing to hold on for the ride
Hopefully I’ll have you before the towel’s thrown in
Together we will laugh at what could have been
All the bullets that we dodged and the ones still lodged
Deep into our hearts, but they’ll seem like a mirage
Compared to the dreams that we’ve chosen to live
After each other’s hearts that we’ve chosen to give
It feels so strange to be so close to these emotions
I’m hopeful for the future, for once my mind’s open
To all of the possibilities that life could deal to me
I’m so thrilled to see what will be revealed to me
Whatever happens to me, I need you to be there too
Since I know with you there we could see it all through
I can’t recall a single bad day in which you were involved
Even in one of your foul moods I was still so enthralled
That’s just the kind of person I will always choose to be
Doing whatever it takes to always have you with me
Especially when extreme patience is all that’s required
I’ll work hard at this job, no way am I ever getting fired
Committed until I’m beyond the age of being retired
Whistling while I work until the day I might expire
One day, to all these thought you won’t be oblivious
One day I’ll pursue you with an attitude that’s vigorous
Until that day comes I’ll patiently wait off to the side
For an opportunity to make you my source of pride
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 4:03 PM UTC
From whence this identity comes
Malts, hops, father’s approval
What he holds in his arms
Is of no surprise
‘Just missing’ each other
Not likely coincidental
Star couplings, mishap earthlings
Persons never to be known
Crossed streets to
Strange neighborhoods
Lawn games… how odd
In quiet hours on the highway
Gripping, understood, elusive and all wrong
Remembering, but more forgotten
Ring passed over luminescent waters
Love, not enigmatically magical
Autumn hues in baby fine hair
Righting the nightmares
Nothing mattered more than this.
Jan 31, 2014
Jan 31, 2014 at 4:27 PM UTC
How strangely coincidental,
it is, how nothing inspires you
with age,
that a shy, withered leaf parting sedentary waters,
is dewy-eyed dead yet unconsciously graceful;
such profanities of nature,
no longer expands your soul
like a burgeoning bubble which whisks you to write
carelessly-composed poetry over forgotten dinner plates....
it's a tragic symphony of desperate piano keys,
a blurring condition of blacks and whites,
age, and nothing but overused, age, is.
And so on lonely train journeys,
you craft a smattering of shorthand poems,
about how crackled, aged people on trains only have capacities
for whimsical jokes,
and nothing but dear,
dear whimsicality as life's
gilded philosophy,
when their bodies are no longer covered with
magic leaflets of hand-strung poetry,
for they are barren,
and if gods were gods of stanzaic hymns,
they'd open bloodless wombs of literary nymphs,
or so boldly believed,
the aged once-artist say.
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 9:25 AM UTC
Dinosaurs were in existence for 160 million years.
**** Sapiens have been in existence merely 200,000 years.
Will humans remain the dominant species on Earth... or are we simply a phase of life that will eventually be replaced? ...and if so, how so? Will mankind extinguish itself? Or is mankind -is the aspect of life itself- some type of chess game played by the Gods of the universe? By Gods of the universe... do I literally mean spiritual Gods and anointed souls... or do I mean the physical and chemical forces that construct and compose the world beyond the world that we live in.
What about dimensions?
Are the crossable?
Should I mention; they say that human beings are the most intelligent creatures alive. We exist and thrive off energies and vibes yet how many of us utilize the potentials possessed within us? Does that make us less intelligent than they say?
But who is 'they'?
Who believes in the extraterrestrial?
Who believes in Magic?
Are dreams a portal to things unforeseen?
Is there a higher power, or are all things reasonable and explainable through the documentations of science?
Have you ever pondered the wonders of Faith?
Does everything happen for a reason, or are all things coincidental?
Knowledge is Power and Evolution is Revolution.
Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 9:08 PM UTC
My sweetheart once told me
about the passing of the moon,
how it takes an age to burn so bright,
then gone away too soon.
My father once told me
about the whisper of the wind,
how ghosts are soldiers left to die,
in brutal war's rescind.
My shaman once told me
about collective memory loss,
how it takes an age to build a kingdom,
which swiftly turns to moss.
My teacher once told me
about coincidental beauty,
how love is found in patient bliss
and custodial duty.
My pen-pal once told me
about how all of life is work,
how you must toil, toil, toil the fields,
only to end up hurt.
My mother once told me
about the truth found on the coast,
how in landlocked state, she buried thought
and missed my father the most.
My blackout friend once told me
how he re-invented sin,
how truth is but an echo of thought
and great delusion's twin.
The news anchor once told me
about the falling of the towers,
how brothers fell under the mythic spell
of dehumanising powers.
My electrician once told me
about the sounds of abandonment,
how a million memories within the halls,
are now but histories spent.
My garden gnome once told me
about God within the weather,
how we traded in moonlit ponds
for car seats made of leather.
My psychologist once told me
about living with depression,
how it takes an age to face the day
and a second for night's oppression.
My failed love agreed with this
as she turned to walk away,
and for all the words I'd written down,
I had nothing left to say.
Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 3:28 PM UTC
I should have thought,
It would be easier,
Somehow haha,
It is neither here nor there,
A coincidental chain of things,
Setting in motion
Something akin to,
A dreamless day,
A wooden sort of way
Of going about,
Cumbersome,
Turtled,
Thiking about,
Nothing while,
Fixing blye eyes,
Analysing speech patterns
A superior sense of spatial awareness
Coupled with sartorial elegance,
That could be counted in kilowatts,
***** is the incumbent ruler of a blank,
Where are our chaperones?
This is not the kind of party I had envisaged,
A monster is as much as you allow it to be,
So take me to solitude.
Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 10:54 AM UTC
its coincidental that we are reading The Scarlet Letter in class
it goes hand and hand with my regrets
a constant reminder.
rather than eating away at me
the guilt grows inside of me
except it lasts more than nine months.
similar to Chillingworth my soul is "lonely and chill"
i've tossed aside every good thing
like a scratched record or old worn-down novels.
there's a strange illusion between who i am and who i appear to be
like my favorite halloween costume
except there are no treats only tricks.
i'd be Hester Prynne's best friend
we could relate and count our flaws like astronomers count the stars
we'd compare who is worse
us or satan.
she wears her "A" i wear my smile
but we both wear shame as well as we wear our favorite dress
every lie threaded together to form the perfect sin
the same gown we wear on our deathbed.
the secrets flow within my veins
sometimes i wonder where all my blood has gone
it dropped to my feet making them deadweights
except the only weight is the consequences on my shoulders.
guilt.
Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 2:21 PM UTC
"Meditate"
Tattoo my brain with infinity
Cure shallowness
bring about contentment
cause we're all blameless in our small existence.
I truly believe meditation's not an end
When, before, I thought it was the key to heavenly eternity
I broke another misconception
It's all you need for eternity
No, just me
Nothing without me, that's free
A being being it.
"Social Mara: Lord of False Appearances"
Searching for past life memories
effigies of more miserable days
painted positively with the longing of their highlights
and the possibilities we already threw away
My present just hangs, suspended in contemplation
for tip of the brain answers
Need to reach the primitive stem
Just live, now
I think the way is already paved
by these split second sparks through the cauliflower mush
Instinct.
"A Ceaseless Conquering of the Unconquerable: A Love for Becoming"
Weird coincidental sayings and labels
Think things, or some happenings
come full circle
Like a defense of solipsism
a dream shared by the lucid
This is my world
and I only almost have control
Stomach in Shambala shambles
Can I face sobriety with a drunk childish high
from the atman in my eyes?
Dec 14, 2013
Dec 14, 2013 at 11:06 PM UTC
I’ve found her sticky
trail of coincidental
spots, the tasty spit
to lead squishy spells
and piece together
our puzzling
theme of a tree-top
fall to redemption
There when entangled,
the overture hangs,
our forbidding fruit of blue
translucent petals,
and it swirls and swells
to fixture-
cast an eerie glow
that slowly unwraps
And inseminates
us with precious, not-thought of
possibilities
for rebirth.
Nov 13, 2010
Nov 13, 2010 at 6:38 AM UTC
She was a stranger.
Cute, freckled, one of the most beautiful smiles.
And when she looked at me it felt right.
He was a stranger.
Nice eyes, a full beard, tall and burly.
His eyes glanced my way one too many times to be coincidental.
With her I felt comfortable, at ease.
It felt right to smile at her and laugh with her,
and even though I knew it would go nowhere it made me happy.
With him I felt a dull excitement, a small thrill.
It felt good knowing that there was a man around that wanted me,
even though I was sure that I didn't want him.
And that is how I know.
Because laughing and smiling at a new girl felt closer to love
than the lingering lustful looks of an unknown man I was told already wanted me.
I used to grasp onto the smallest bit of attention from a man,
falling over myself with feelings at the mere possibility of being loved by one. Its been years since I've felt that way, I've outgrown the falsehoods about what I thought I knew.
I belong with a woman, I just know I do.
Jun 28, 2018
Jun 28, 2018 at 10:20 PM UTC
HR Mgr: So, Amber, you're applying for the file clerk position?
App: "Yea."(Keeps brushing her hair off of her right eyebrow)
HR: "You didn't fill in the space for your last name. Does Amber
have a last name?"
App: "Yea."(giggle). "Dexterous."
HR: "Amber Dexterous, interesting." and you say your former job
was "entertainment dancing."
App: "Yea."(Brush-brush!)
HR: "Poetry in motion, I'm sure." "Amber, are you a stripper?"
App: "I'm not a "Strip-AH! I'm a Dan-SAH!"
HR: "Okay, okay! So, do you use poles in your dance routines?"
App: "Nooooo, but, I do like the Canadians!"
copyright: richard riddle February 14, 2015
I should apologize for the "wordplay", but I won't! This piece was written for entertainment purposes only, and any resemblance to real people, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 5:32 AM UTC
What if you're the addict that has accepted the first step a long time ago, while lines tallied up against years, and once familiar folk have given up hope long after patience; there's you first squatting in the corner of a house you barely know, with people you just met, and you shoot water in your veins, now on bent knees, praying this water is holy enough to ease the pain. The immaculate fix.
Arms outstretched, facing east and west, needles as big as nails delicately caressing the flesh and resting on sweaty palms, emaciating by way of lust and fear. No Will. No Power of Attorney. No Will Power.
They say Adam walked with Eve in the garden, and it was Eve that bit the apple. But you never hear the part about Adam killing Eve with silence. Adam was the snake. And of course above, and beyond, omnipotence comes with the added responsibility of design. "Would you consider yourself a Type A personality or a Type B personality?" The doctor asked.
One suicide and one admission to the psych ward should always be coincidental, but in case it's not and silence becomes deadly you must keep a straight face. Let the guilt mentally choke you, like a murderer choking the life from their victim. You look around the ward to find that there are no staircases. But empathy and keeping that straight face will lead to discharge, and programs, and twelve steps.
And you know when you get to that final step, it takes only one more
to push off and fall away.
Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 2:36 PM UTC
How can I say?
That you simply make my day?
There are times where I just want to run away
But you give me strength to stay
I am so thankful
Super duper joyful
That I am blessed to meet an angel
Now not to sound sentimental
Maybe it was coincidental?
That we were meant to encounter through this instrumental
Music that brings us together
And make each feel better
When life sometimes makes us feel pressure
You are there to change the rainy day to a sunny weather
It's like saying hi hello to a fresh breeze of summer air and goodbye winter
I wish you constant happiness
With no days of loneliness
Where you don't feel the emptiness
and if I could I hope to take away your sadness
Cause you deserve all the sweetness
Gestures even through your craziness
You have this side of tenderness
With overflowing kindness
That the world needs to know your greatness
I'm serious
When I tell you, you are a lovely, indestructible and a genius
Individual for you made it through the darkness
When life seemed restless
Sometimes it even felt pointless
And also you feel helpless
You overcame your weakness
Oh my goodness
You My Day are just the strongest
You will achieve all your dreams and goals
And have your life in control
There will be moments where you will feel like a lost soul
But if you just listen to some pop, rock and roll
Ballads it will calm you down and make you feel less all alone
Just remember I'm also one text away from your phone
Please feel freely to message
Express your thoughts
Let out your doubts
Cause if you ever need somebody
I'll be there to lend you a hand and a shoulder to cry on
Reminding you the wonderful colour of your smile
Helping you to letting go of bad habits of the horrible events you keep replaying in your head
Make you look forward to the bueno and better better days ahead of you and
That there will still be a sunrise even if things are messy
I wait until I see a smile on your face
Cause that's what you do when you love someone
And you deserve so much love in the world
Please don't let anyone take you for granted
You are the moonrise in a dark sky filled with stars
Dec 29, 2017
Dec 29, 2017 at 3:33 AM UTC
Epiphany from the Berry Fields
You would not come with me
through constellations of Jack-in-the-Pulpit,
your reasons shrouded in obscurity.
I went there once to pray ---
Did I tell you? ---
I spied a grey squirrel
gnawing a cherished butternut
in a fury of drunken hunger;
forgot at once my prayers.
You went instead, alone,
to the Kingdom of the Mushroom.
I sealed my mouth
afraid to enter there.
You saw violent phosphorous rivers and
vivid galloping colors,
that were of mystical internal origin.
We might have eaten
vine-ripe strawberries and
drunk cold mountain water,
that gushed from the mouth of
the cave under the cliff.
Perhaps, like me you were afraid,
terrified by florid fields and familiar female.
How sad ---
Sometimes I am so dense ---
I should have told you,
*I went there in the distance
as a girl.*
Coincidental Drift
Through the airport window pane,
isolated, I watched the jet
traverse the field in silent shimmering motion.
My vagrant gaze remained
fixed upon the infinite horizon
long after the shadowy
plane had passed from view.
This seemed to me to parallel
my motionless furtive feelings,
as after one I've loved
has migrated in another season.
It was not long after this
that she re-entered the room,
bathed in the murmur of
alluring fragrance which
quickly drew my mind from
the solitude of thought to
a sensual appreciation of her perfume.
How easily she drew my mind astray
from pleasant thought of you and yesterday.
I recalled how earlier this morning,
as she lay neither asleep, nor awake,
but somewhere in between,
I had tried to touch her outstretched hand,
yet, uncannily she had withdrawn it.
The smoke that wafted above our bed then
was the only pervading reality and
not the Mona Lisa smile on her face,
nor the emptiness of my longing hand.
She's said, *She's ready ---
--- that her bags are packed ---
and shouldn't we be going?*
Yes, Yes I suppose it's time.
And a wind howling in my brain recalled,
I'd either been here once before or
seen it etched upon an empty sky.
Feb 27, 2012
Feb 27, 2012 at 9:47 PM UTC
So many strange coincidences
So frequently
That I almost believe
They are not coincidences
At all.
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 5:09 AM UTC
sun rising fast
orange light gives public transportation a peculiar look
pink sky is my favorite
my short skirt
and black lipstick
his long unkept hair
and Iron Maiden tee
its nice to see another misfit on the bus
mr. metal flashes me a smile
I pretend to be occupied with my cell phone
I got a boyfriend
besides
i'm not used to flattery
mr. metal is silly
he's drumming the seats with his fingers
I pinch a black smile
don't laugh, be sensible
putting on my librarian face
glasses on the edge of my nose
sweep back stray hairs against my sensible bun
mr. metal is staring holes into me
he is amused
now I'm sulky
go back into Gatsby and Daisy
this is a bit coincidental
we are way too funny
breaks
bells
next stop
mr.metal clashes into my world
books fly
headphones are yanked
automatic door
next thing I know
i'm flailing off a bus
wonderful.
mr. metal is sorry
I dont know I'm laughing
til my sides start to hurt
grouchy morning bystanders are looking with interest
and the bus driver is surpressing a deep belly laugh
I remind him of his clumsy wife, sister, girlfriend, or daughter.
mr. metal is headbanging to my black sabbath
and picking up my books
suddenly I know
he has a very tired understanding mother
he helps me up
we're both wearing black nail polish
dont ask me why this is so hilarious
i'm stood up, brushed off, and looked at
he looks at me like an ex
he smells good
I blush far too easily
thanks are muttered
and we turn around to walk off
like a graceful plot
of some movie I've never seen
I get a text from baby
he takes such good care of me.
mr. metal will meet a cute girl he can pit with
at some heavy concert
and maybe when she's cold
he'll give her that leather jacket
and he'll ride the bus with her
all night long
thats what i'd like to think
either way
life is good.
Jan 9, 2011
Jan 9, 2011 at 1:05 PM UTC
Define a modern day criminal
While hypocritical political beings run our land
Living in a critical pitiful painful physical caving roof
With a senseless empirical prototypical lost truth
Indivisible people with inimical minds destroy the parasitical
But we don’t dream
We don’t wish
And we fear
Impermissible values atypical to the nonphysical morals
Incorporated with subliminal messages conveying hypercritical cynical thoughts
That create a clinical stereotypical that cousins the excremental
Archetypical of hatred and malice of our digital kind
Visible scars traditional to the mental demons in our minds
But we take the beatings
We’re let down
And we disappoint
An occipital which lacks visual of the coincidental
Leading to a sentimental moment where the only desires are miracles
The minimal heart becomes gentle and suffers pain
A pain in the temple far from accidental that can offer supplemental guidance
Unconditional love and fundamental care
But we take for granted
We’re selfish
And we fail
An oriental vibe in the beat box’s instrumental welfare
Which adorns the continental flesh like a spring ornamental plant
Judgmental is the incidental human race, the municipal force of the universe
Oppose the parental control against the environmental curiosity of our infants
Because unlike rental we can’t take back our wagon of mishaps in a world so
hypocritical, cynical, stereotypical, digital, and just mental.
Jonathan Pizarro
Copyright 2011 ©
March 7th, 2011 5:42am
Sep 28, 2011
Sep 28, 2011 at 12:19 AM UTC