"flabbergasting" poems
My night, marish, clops through
a mirror life
some mad scientist might
have coaxed to self-replicate
into an intemperate ooze.
I’m standing there,
and then I’m not,
lost in its reflection
and aflutter with a flabbergasting abandon
at having met you
after a bushel of now grainy,
barren years.
It is me, and it’s not
or it’s both, I can’t say
who it is, who turns away
panicked by the befuddling
indifference in your voice
before it trails off
and tumbles into a cruel muddle
of swallowed gruel,
where I’m unable to skim out
the love I loved in you,
once, or spoon
one meager goodbye.
Dec 13, 2010
Dec 13, 2010 at 6:16 AM UTC
opposites attract, protons and electrons
profusely electrifying,
affecting the circumference of the situation.
intellectual flabbergasters
flabbergasted at the flabbergasting science behind
the fact no science or computer will ever scientifically compute this.
i think i’ve met vada.
finding my magnanimous self; selfless,
and lack of self; selfless,
wondering to how to become a better being.
there goes another beat.
i’m stood, beat.
my heart’s beaten, not beating,
and i feel beat
in this competition called life.
but that’s okay
because i think i’m in love with vada.
Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 9:53 AM UTC
They call me:..
Chuckleheaded Snollygoster
a.k.a
Blockhead Unscrupulous Individual
a.k.a
Doltish Unprincipled Human-being
a.k.a
Dull Conscienceless Organism
I just call myself:..
a Stupid Person!
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 11:00 AM UTC
she's this brilliant fiery thing..
.shes soaks up sun and it seems sometimes that her skin spits starlight back out -
not out of its lack of deliciousness -
it doesn't have one of those
-out of her tendency to become something akin to sunlight
conversations with her become art.
poems that i never would have written had she shunned what words id given her
Apr 16, 2013
Apr 16, 2013 at 11:14 PM UTC
*First truth I ever penned
was I love you... the last was
I wish you'd stayed...*
**that's all I've been saying
in all these pieces and that's
what I'm likely to say for
a few more decades or
for the rest of my
flabbergasting
existence
without
you!**
Jun 19, 2016
Jun 19, 2016 at 9:46 AM UTC
My hair was black
hers was brown
My smile was stubborn
hers is flabbergasting
My eyes were grayish smoke
her was ocean green
We shouldn't be together
but we are
She was twenty-three
and i was watching her
the thorns were bleeding my hands
but despite the pain
t'was a red and lascivious rose
she gazed as i held it tight
with a wee sneer she held my hand
it took all of me
but i gave it to her
and she smiled
i never realized that a smile could give such hope
until that day
our love is quite peculiar
enchanted, you might say
we held the world
and created reality as our own
we lived apart from all else
but, there's just something beyond our comprehension
time
time upheld us
it took cover at first
we felt so infinite
but it is clear that time is not our friend
time is just too unpredictable
too impalpable
that it surpassed us
nevertheless, not our love
our love outgrew time
it is something yet to be known
we grew
we aged
and we loved
until the end of our time
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 12:07 AM UTC