"getters" poems
her rigorous objections
are herded slowly down the sheep trail
by studious pencil thin men with stylish mustache's
who have deep pocket pickers for friends
they gather round the weak willed and the willing alike
looking for cheap thrills and spare change
everybody needs a new road
when the old one seems to never end
but she with eyes cast down
mumbles her unappeased desires
as she shuffles a little closer to the truth as she sees it
she has it all written out in secret languages
she has books filled with life's coded thoughts as she see's them
barn burners and dare devils grace the cover of her latest creation
self titled to her own romantic name
she is stylized in her own way
so she adores the pencil thin men
with their dashing devil may care good looks
i wrote her a letter yesterday
full of stories from the great highway
full of chipper go getters and the glum go gotten
she is a forever stone on a necklace
she is a moonstone on a bracelet
she is graceful when it counts and
thats more than enough for me
the pencil thin moustache men
come to conquer the all night diners
in the small shoreline towns
but slink away in dawns first light
with stolen smiles and borrowed kisses
that they promise profusely to return tomorrow
but never do
such is the romantic night by her side
such is the wonder-wheel days of our
journey on the great highway
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 6:08 PM UTC
I smile all the time because I don't want to be sad,
I work towards my goals because one day I'll be glad,
I'm on a search so ill start with inside,
And I do fail ill be happy I tried,
Shout out to the movers, the getters, the doers,
Leave the old you behind today couldn't be newer,
I can see in your eyes i can feel through your heart,
Nothings to hard just be willing to start,
This life is a risk so please take your chance,
Might not be a party but still we should dance,
You can cuss at the rain or think of the flower,
You can be super use perspective as power,
Hopped in the rocket told Louie to the moon,
Finally got my chance results coming soon.
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 12:29 PM UTC
At this deep pool
Where no light is reflected,
Where small birds come
Clinging to the vine
Amongst fallen logs and silences,
The crush of leaves and the rot of years.
At this dark edge
Where now unassailable trees tower
In a brief clearing,
At this still centre where the wreckage lies
Of river's breach and storm's rage.
Here at the heart.
Where once the workings of long-ago men,
The wild, roaring, toothless ones,
Desperate and dislocated,
Their fierce eyes blazing through dark,
And bodies by day burning through timber,
Cut sunlight in shadow
And nation in nature.
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 3:26 PM UTC
Every time you take a leap
There’s someone pulling on your shoe
To pull you back and try to keep
You from doing what you do
Naysayers!
Jealous ones,
Block-your-sun,
Wreck-your-fun
Gloom mayors
The ones who simply won’t believe
You hold the power to achieve
But they don’t know what you can do
How strong you are, they don’t know you
So we won’t let them in our way
We’ll pay no mind to nayers’ say
They’ll have to judge us from afar
For they don’t know just what we are:
No-fretters
Can’t-bother-me
Get-off-my-tree
“I-will-succeed”
Go-getters
Soon enough they’ll surely see
Just how mighty we can be
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 8:30 PM UTC
Driving along
What's that I smell
The daily delight
Of the latest roadkill
From raccoons to possums
In this flattened cuisine
As vultures take lunches
On this finest of dining
Call us the critter getters
Crossing over our paths
Taking them out
As they scurry this way and that
From Bambi to Thumper
And all their forest friends
It does make you wonder
Who you'll run into next
We'll even take out the curious
Who wander on
To that portion of blacktop
To see what's going on
From teetotaling turtles
To slithering snakes
There's not a creature out there
That we won't pancake
So check out the roadkill
If there's still twitch after the thump
Hurry in back
And toss it into the trunk
Because down in the South
There ain't no one can say
That any of us country folk
Let a thing go to waste
Below the Mason Dixon line
If it's fresh enough
We'll take it home ya'll
And have it for lunch
As long as it's fried
There ain't a thing
With cheese grits on the side
That we won't eat
Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 7:48 AM UTC
No one person's personality is unique in any way.
If you've at some time been exposed to a television set, a film, a piece of music, a book, a magazine, or people in a closed environment, then you are not in any way, shape, or form an original person.
We are all just composites of the things we've come in contact with during our lives, we pick up the things we think we want, or need and apply them to ourselves, and sometimes it's a sham, and sometimes it feels real.
The only way to be original is to be put out of society the moment you're born, but even then you may take on the characteristics of the wildlife you come in contact with... so apparently you're ****** no matter what.
I suppose what makes a person unique is the way they mash up all the **** that they've been exposed to,
whether they do it in a somewhat original fashion, or if they do it in a way that is similar to those around them.
Societies fear those who do not take the path of least resistance, and those are the people we call "unique", "different", "ugly", "weird", "stupid", "genius", "freak", "amazing", "loser".
They're the attention getters, and those who seek to get attention.
The ones that take the easy road to be accepted, they're the one's outshined,
and they have to get revenge some way, why not talk ****
I can say though, that I feel real, I don't feel like I'm putting up a front for anyone.
Most days I like who I am, most days I lie, most days I'm honest.
Circa 2009
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 3:13 AM UTC
A message for you young truckers,
You long lovers,
You schmucks, ***** and go-getters...
This is as good as it gets.
The truth is, school *****
And so does your 9 to 5 part-time job,
But this is the time to find prime opportunities to get carried away and run
To say all the wrong things at all the right seconds
And to never, EVER get caught drinking your parents' ***
Be bummy, be a druggy, be a top score, or be the eye sore of the student body
But you will never be nobody...
You will NEVER be nobody.
Let somebody tell you they don't remember your name,
Then give that chump a reason to never forget
Because in this game of high school social status, there's no such thing as a winner
And you deserve whatever respect you let people neglect you of.
**** 10 year reunions, that cute girl in math class still won't think of you
Unless you act now, before you're ten years too late.
If you want something, you better learn to work for it,
Because these are the easy years, the queazy years, the "let's ditch and smoke a bleezy" years.
And before you know it, you'll be tap dancing on a keyboard when you should be working
Warning the youngins that their glory years are just about done.
Apr 18, 2013
Apr 18, 2013 at 12:50 AM UTC
You can't preach about change and then do nothing about it.
You sit behind your TV's and watch as other people take the hit.
You can't help the lesser, 'cause neutrality only helps the oppressor.
How can you fight for the cause by following all the laws?
The battle will never be won while we're living under loaded gun.
Just because your fist is in the air doesn't mean you actually care.
We'll **** out the fake protestors and
replace them with the real go-getters.
Because we are the believers of another fate,
one that doesn't end in violence and hate.
Peace is always the answer, but justice comes first.
We've gotta get out of this country,
because the government's ******* cursed.
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 11:40 PM UTC
They stay vigil, ever waiting the new design of sigils.
Kinda simple, keep their fingers pressed to pimples,
The pus a pit of petered parts,
Perceived by the reckoning of depleted hearts.
I rushed the doors at the sound of a great escape,
The process a repeat coordination of hurry up and wait.
Ever balking at the atrocities of cost,
Average Joes chasing dreams at the velocity of sloths.
How to be content with immense disparity?
Hands out faking quivers, shaking for some charity.
Forsaken someones somewhere surviving on a sliver,
Watching all the getters, I see myself a giver.
Oct 25, 2017
Oct 25, 2017 at 8:32 PM UTC
in the in-betweens and half-steps
you took me away, into
and out of
the go-getters and lay-lowers
with you, the en-compass-ing
points of origin do not end
so you bring me back
to a beginning.
Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 6:32 PM UTC
It's only a problem when the male speaks the truth.
Well, least talking about a woman's beauty.
But many, yes many ladies are attention getters.
Similar to a handsome man getting compliments when they enter the room.
They get notice, even if a word's never said.
They turn heads.
Most attention getters don't have to speak a word.
But can get any man or woman.
Sep 21, 2016
Sep 21, 2016 at 10:32 PM UTC
did you know that i once saw you
looking down from your window
toward the avenue pierre
and the wind rustled the oak trees while you wrote
and the tourists took their photos
looking out through their lenses
at the things that were not there
and the wind blew threw the tower all the while
and i watched you trace the letters
all the upstarts and go-getters
they can't make it any better
if you're trying to forget her
so forget it, take the high road
and you watch your daytime talk shows
and all the while the river seine flows
and you'll never ever ever ever know
that all those times i saw you
i couldn't see right through you
no matter how i strained my eyes
and the wind took all the colors with the night
Sep 19, 2011
Sep 19, 2011 at 10:05 AM UTC
Hope thrown on the still steaming ashes of the old empire fusing with the hearts of freethinkers and go getters burning beneath the chest of women and man turning young people into dragons with amber colored eyes and wings that stretch a mile high
Reaching above the blinding smoke of broken industry grabbing at the setting sun with still ****** claws
Will they burn out never to know why the heavens glow, or maybe this is just the beginning the match that lights the torch
The wild fire that consumes cleansing and purifying to bring on a new life maybe not for me or you, more likely for the ones long after
Leaving only remnants of the ones who dared to become dragons to be remembered as a roaring flame whose dreams where embers with veins like gasoline filled rivers running just beneath the skin ready to be pierced ready to burst and ignite.
Mar 28, 2013
Mar 28, 2013 at 9:55 PM UTC
Life built on dreaming big
No excuse is good enough
A better view worth having
Empty pockets gather lent
Society measures the strength
False looks see sudden u-turns
Caution dreamers chase pesos
Go getters invent ways to spend
Nov 16, 2009
Nov 16, 2009 at 7:20 PM UTC
I peeled back the skin on the clementine,
your silhouette stood in front of the counter as you urged me to aim slices at your mouth,
The echo of my laugh stained the walls.
This time, when I peeled its poignant skin back,
your silhouette was not there.
I found the molded tickets
to the music festival we only brought three dollars to,
It was enough to buy us a greased bag of bacon slices.
Thank God water is free.
I mistakenly wore your Superman boxers to bed for three weeks
until I realized they were yours.
I went to bed every time in them feeling
oh so super,
oh so nostalgic,
oh so happy.
I threw them away the moment I remembered that they touched your skin.
I decontaminated my room.
I peeled back the emotional blanket today,
My emotions were naked; exposed
as I found the condoms we planned to use for Valentine's Day.
The long distance between us morphed us into planners instead of go-getters.
The go-getters were the ones that fell in love.
The planners were the ones that lost each other among the open fields separating us.
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 12:53 AM UTC
How dare you
I'm the one that kept you company
So you would sleep all day after
Didn't it feel good?
Remember what we talked about?
The music we found, the sketches we made
Please don't talk about that
Don't bring up the anxiety
What a word, anyways! Right?!
Anxiety. Doesn't even sound good when you say it
You could function.
Maybe you weren't who you wanted to be but you did fine. We did fine
Pills to sleep?
I hope you become the best of friends.
You and those pills.
You're gonna be one of them,
you know.
One of the go-getters. The tight-collared robots that march around like they own the night.
They didn't stay up like us.
They don't know the night.
Fine. Take the pills. Get up with the sun.
See if I miss you.
I won't. Not even some.
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 4:04 AM UTC
Push it down, deep down beneath,
Let it boil, let it roll, let it seethe,
The careless eye shall miss it all,
One word to them, amidst the deafening scrawl,
Take this moment in, simply breathe.
I don't need to deal, don't need to cope,
I live each day, with a dream and hope,
I'm not broken, you'll see,
I can laugh, and be wild, and act free,
Does it look as if misery holds me tight in rope?
Breath fills my lungs, I live another day,
This world is mine, moldable as clay,
Loss touches the hearts of all World Chasers,
The Go-Getters, the Fastest-Pacers,
We see the light, shining through the grey.
So long as we do not contemplate our loss,
Clinging to our hearts as thick as the aging moss.
Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 2:17 AM UTC
merry setter, merry go round of go-getters, attempting to lurch at the next bit of bread, the bourgeois making their bets, sat quietly at cafe at ate pizza, evening, middle of the day, lost track of time, bull wind, a time lapse of mystery novels all intertwining, at the very heart the mystery of new life, the anxieties building up around it, what's going to happen to it?
in new york cars pass by and horns honk as the coffee brews and brisk is barely bearable, anxious to hear new news, anxious to get the next job, whats in store, whats in front, a song is thought for the next sell, car lots and cheap motels. honesty is a feedback loop, existing out of time and space, making its way around the prongs of video games, the memory cards are stashed, and the men don't know where the next card to be had is at
The laptops rest and the lights of sleep purr, the reading glasses rest on top and not a soul in the house stirs, blank walls and blank faces, even frowns as it all brews down, the green light flickers here, the last bit of sunlight is the only constant, echoes from the freeway flicker and draw back a curse, of perpetual seriousness, of stoic enterprise, stuck out of time, once, and only, again
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 6:40 PM UTC
Humans are natural go-getters. We are instinctually driven to fix it, solve it, control it. But, oftentimes, even our most sincere efforts return fruitless. We relentlessly pursue anyway. What lies beneath the desire to make things better; make our lives better is a deep-seated insecurity that if we don't DO something, our lives will dissipate, and fall into a heap of failure and depression. We cannot bear to let go of the need to control our lives and "make things happen". What would happen if we let the Universe guide us? I'm not talking about passively living our lives. No. I'm talking about going about our lives like how we normally do, with the exception of needing to make certain all of which brings us discomfort. And instead, to live in this insecurity, this uncertainty and trust that the Universe and ultimately, our soul knows the True way. Our soul is caring for us and whether or not we like it, our soul is ultimately the one in charge of our lives. We have free will, and we may exercise that whenever we want, but we do not have free will of how outcomes turn out. We wish we could manipulate the destinies of ourselves and others, but in the end, the Universe and our soul causes the outcome to occur. The power of action is a shared privilege, done by both ourselves and our soul. Since we ARE our soul, but separated from the love and wisom by our ego-mind, what is shall and always will be what our soul wants for us and we need to open up to that and trust it.
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 3:13 AM UTC
*the soul
a collection of
thoughts aptitudes weaknesses biases predilections
a jumble of mind
and what of free will
and what of karma
are there not
fates pleasures and furies
yogas of myriad heavens and hells
we find our selves
a short stay in zombie land
are we not the living dead
have we not the freedoms of the living dead
to suffer innumerable casualties of mind and body
short lived pleasures and repugnant destinies
to be inducted into armies of labor and war
no work no eat
the mantra imperative
even rest exists for exertions sake
to fight with our intimates
or if alone to fight with our selves
about our desolation
divided by the chatter of inner confusion
reality distortions
so pervasive
we drink water from mirages
palimpsests voices
dubbed over lays
voices over voices over voices
a cacophony of whispers
our version of free will
driven by the impulse
to get get get
and while we
lose lose lose
are we not
manure for an acid soil
destined for head stone city
all the getters
piled high
and buried deep
are we not dim witted children
of the blind impulse
panicked
reflexive doll mannequins
in a world so muddled
that we only know what we
be LIE ve*
Feb 13, 2017
Feb 13, 2017 at 12:45 PM UTC
Fidelity is strangely hard to come by amongst bandits and naysayers, does a dream seem a thousand years? And shall that thousand years last?
Or abruptly halt to thy end!!!!
A muse is word of choice,
Backtalkers who have no voice show strength!!!
Boomerang spitters continue to be getters of pleasure of sin,
Art thou out? Or do you fit in?....
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 9:34 AM UTC
I just want to inspire,
I remember coming here last year,
And **** did I admire,
The kids who got up,
And had the guts to speak,
Because I thought my voice was weak,
I just needed to find my time,
And it's so cliché but my time is now
And I'm going to own it
It's just like Carter said on the first day
"We're a little bit of this and a little bit of that"
Well I'm a little bit brave
And a little bit afraid
But I am one hundred percent trying to reach you
I want you to
Scream out
If you are afraid
You will never know what you are made of
Till you at least try
There are unspoken afraid poets
Dreamers
Believers
Go getters
Waiting for a sign
Look no further
Your sign is right here, right now
Go, find your voice use it
Grab a pen, a pencil, chalk, anything, write it
Speak out!
I don't want to just reach the afraid
I want to praise the brave
The Spoken brave poets
The never silent
The achieving
The do-ers
You found your voice
You got out there
Your speaking
Writing out
My goal is to inspire
Because **** I want to admire
your spoken words
your written words
Your will be words
Waiting to exist
You poets
Will be poets
It your time,
so stop waiting,
Own it
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 9:34 PM UTC
I just want to inspire,
I remember coming here last year,
And **** did I admire,
The kids who got up,
And had the guts to speak,
Because I thought my voice was weak,
I just needed to find my time,
And it's so cliché but my time is now
And I'm going to own it
It's just like Carter said on the first day
"We're a little bit of this and a little bit of that"
Well I'm a little bit brave
And a little bit scared
But I am one hundred percent trying to reach you
Scream out if you are afraid
You will never know what you are made of
Till you at least try
There a unspoken afraid poets
Dreamers
Believers
Go getters
Waiting for a sign
Look no further
Your sign is right here, right now
I don't want to just reach the afraid
I want to praise the brave
The Spoken brave poets
The never silent
The achieving
The do-ers
My goal is to inspire
Because **** I want to admire
your spoken words
your written words
Your words Just Waiting to be written
You poets
Will be poets
It your time,
so stop waiting,
Own it
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 2:23 PM UTC
I think I should make it public
How my love for compsci’s static
My hatred is a void
main(String args[]){
Where should I start?
Where DO {
I start?
BREAK; it down
To packages to classes
I might just need glasses
Primitives and variables
Freedom: Inevitable.
Step 1: Initialize
Step 2: Declare
Step 3: glare
Then pull out your hair.
Int and Strings
Those petty things
I’d rather float
Than write oop notes
IF my love for this
Was put digitally
boolean love = true;
You have no ******* clue!
Private or public?
A Return or a void?
Oh functions
Just send me to oblivion
Those red squiggly lines
I’d rather be blind
It’s only one sign:
There’s millions more of its kind!
Case 1:
The brackets that contain
everything.
There’s the round ones
The squiggly ones
The square ones
That come in a pair
Case 2:
Dots.
I’d rather be on ***
Case 3:
Capital
Letters.
Static
Behaviours.
Comp-sci, my saviour
I love shedding tears.
G
U
I.
More like **** you goodbye
Grid layout my ***
Only way it’d look nice
If it was FOR Windows95
I should just make an arraylist of MyLove[];
Because my love for compsci
cannot be bound by numbers
Oh! OP -
Don’t forget the getters
And the ****** setters
I’ll set this straight.
I don’t get
your
traits.
}
}
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 9:21 AM UTC