"groveled" poems
She walked out of the watercolor storm of a fresco
Like a cowl-bound form in a light drizzle of rain,
Her mosaic tiles of ancient lovers’ eyes, ceramic-borne,
Just as her hips held the curves of the urn, kiln-fired,
The coiled heat of Greece still stinging through her flesh.
For her, the treetops had been the summoners of storm,
In kind, she poured down the wet grove of her hair, electral,
Pantheress of humid breath and fanged flair of lightning,
Tamed once in the cloudy cage of Pentelic marble of the Parthenon.
But the world piled dust before her, baiting with its groveled roads,
For her black mullings, much-tasted rain, and heaven’s leaves to fall.
If only the Michelango-to-come had carved the clouds of her
For the light to remain, shining its centuries,
Then maybe the thunder would have been left undone.
Sep 5, 2019
Sep 5, 2019 at 2:17 PM UTC
The bitter heart eats its owner
It's a fearful thing to love what death can touch
Their goodnight kiss felt like two blind animals bumping into each other in the dark
She felt in that moment that she loved him as much as it was possible to love anyone
What she felt was something like hard rain; violence
and brightness
and beauty
What formed in her mouth were the words,
Which of us is flawed?
He began to feel anger at the peace he found here and the complacency of the blue sky and quiet roads
His fists were in his eye sockets, his head exploding with the ruin of lives
As he set out, he felt a kind of happiness
He fell
and he fell,
and the earth that we call sweet became his executioner
There is a point when the body relinquishes its pain
and waits dumbly
The savage animal eating his heart would someday grow weary
When do you stop being
human?
When the body is so befouled, when you have groveled so deeply, when bitterness eats your
bones?
The birds move from one tree to the next, building nests
This is how we live
The wind erases our footprints as we move
And then one day, we are no longer alive on Earth,
And the footsteps are gone forever
The land is our blood, the clouds our hair
We are doorways, openings into something greater than ourselves,
Something that we don’t understand and will never understand
One cannot know why things happen as they do
We have nothing precious in and of ourselves
We are only precious that we are part of something too big to know
Every person alive thinks they are the center of the universe, that they are everything
When in fact each of us is less than nothing
Liquid, like a river
Season by season
Hope,
and hope again.
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 5:13 PM UTC
It feels so strange being sad.
There's no way I'll miss that.
Now the pain is my pleasure
and your love will not measure
how free
how clear
how happy
I feel now.
Love is great, love is fine.
Now that you're
out of heart,
out of mind.
The cold burn of your feelings,
the "I love you" lies that you brought me,
leaves me screaming
"no more".
Cuz I might be sad but I'm perfectly good at it
I'm done with you now
and hey, I love the sound of it.
Sticks and stones may break my bones
but you won't do that to me
any more.
Na na na na na
I'm gone
I'm gone
I'm gone
and I love it.
Na na na na na
We're done
We're done
We're done
and I love it, love it.
Na na na na na
You're alone
You're alone
You're alone
don't you love it, love it?
You hurt me bad, messed me up
I tagged along, I was just a pup
but joke's on you cuz now I'm a *****
so kneel down, boy, cuz I'm done playing your fetch.
Cuz I might be down but I'm perfectly good at it
You're on your own
and hey, I love the sound of it.
Words and wrongs may break my bones
but you won't do that to me
any more.
The pain I took drove me mad
but now I won't give you that.
Now the pain is my pleasure
my heart is my treasure
cuz that I've stolen it back from you.
You doled out the hurt,
I groveled at your feet.
You pushed me too hard,
I wept and plead defeat.
You threw me away,
I came crawling back for your sweet.
But now
I'm finished with *** and sadomasochism
I'm finished with you, your lies, your macho-ism.
I'm taking my heart
and I'm taking my stuff
and I'm laughing as I leave.
Apr 28, 2011
Apr 28, 2011 at 7:39 AM UTC
The Dems have taken back the House!
Hopefully, there now will be
For Donald Trump and his admin team
Some accountability.
For two years, Republicans
Have groveled before the man at the top,
Assisting him in obstructing justice.
The nonsense is going to have to stop.
The president's relationship
With the truth worsens every day.
Normal leaders would watch their step,
But his huge ego gets in his way.
Trump’s talking points, for instance,
At a recent Cabinet meeting
Were right out of Putin’s playbook--
Not worthy of even retweeting.
Well, now it’s about time
That members of Congress voice their concern.
Forget about being obsequious,
Mealy-mouthed or taciturn!
Now the American people will have
A House that really cares about them--
One that will fight for justice and also
Condemn that which it ought to condemn.
Many sworn into office today
Reflect diversity in their faces--
Mainly among the Democrats,
Who won highly competitive races.
Progressive change won’t be easy.
There’s STILL a storm that we have to weather:
Trump’s sycophants in the Senate--
Another story altogether.
The past two years have clearly shown us
What a horrible mess we're in.
Positive change will move us forward.
Let the oversight begin!
-by Bob B (1-3-19)
Jan 4, 2019
Jan 4, 2019 at 7:44 AM UTC
There once was a girl pretty as can be and had a perfect family.
There once was a girl who was sweet her family in ruins never going to meet
At school she weep trying not to make a pep.
The pretty girl laughed along, Pointed and spitted, growled and snapped.
The pretty girl had a pretty long laugh.
The sweet girl all crumbled and ruined, begged and groveled for it to stop.
The sweet girl got hell she soon turned sour and ended up in different places.
White roses of forgiveness lay upon her grave as the sweet girl rotted away.
The pretty girl didn't know what to do but party and live her life like she was going to do.
They fill no regret and the sweet girl never got better.
No one spoke.
No one saw.
The sweet girl fall.
Her family back together to shed tears.
Someone stands up who they haven’t heard.
" I am the pretty girl" Said a voice “ I caused this girl to die and i sit here and sigh. I do not care I think it’s better without her plus she was ugly as can be and i glow of pretty. I am the one who needs the attention that's why i do such terrible things. The world should revolve around me."
The room fell silent as no one spoke.
A small little girl stood up. "I am the nerd. Smart as can be. I stand against you for everything you see. You tortured and hit you spat and you kicked but the guilt is still there. You killed a girl with only words. Don't you care?"
The rooms filled with rumors of such the brave girl.
Cant you see that all we need is someone like you Short, fat, skinny, tall, nerdy, freaky, different and all. to stand up.
to speak out.
Let no one stand out.
You could save someone just by a simple hello ask how there doing and let the friendship grow.
May 22, 2013
May 22, 2013 at 12:41 AM UTC
I wish someone taught me how healing hugs can be. I would have hugged you so tight until you felt whole and more again. (even though hugs make me feel so awkward)
I wish someone taught me how comforting holding someone can be. I would have clung to you, held your hand, and even cuddled you so close until you realize that I really really do love you in every way I can. (even though I will fear that you’ll think me too clingy and stifling to keep)
I wish someone taught me how reassuring spoken affection can be. I would have told you I love you over and over again until they get through your walls and erase the doubt and insecurities that you keep hidden and buried.
(even though those words feels foreign to my tongue and and they end up stumbling one after the other)
I wish someone taught me how to be thankful for simple things. I would have treasured each awkward gesture of affection you threw my way if I knew I’ll be deprived of it in the future.
I would have laughed at your jokes harder if I knew I wouldn’t get to hear them again.
I would have smiled at you more if I knew I wouldn’t get the chance to see you smile back again.
I just wish you told me before making the decision your own. I would have begged you otherwise. (I would have groveled and pleaded with my own life. )
I wish you held on just a little bit longer. I would have pulled you up with all my might until these weak bones of mine break.
And I wish someone taught me how to love. I would have loved you better. Would have loved you harder if by doing so would make you love yourself.
Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 12:53 PM UTC
With her smile she made me complete
Her happy tales and dramatic song were so sweet
She’d skip, trip and run away
But wherever she was, she was by my side, night and day
Her voice would sound like falling rain
A sound that meant death, or life, it would always remain the same
Softly it could fall, dangerous it could be
Violently it could sound, beautiful like the sea
You don’t mess with this girl, she’ll bring you down
But she’ll do it behind a smile never a frown
She uses no germs, poison or steel
Only what you have inside, what you can but can’t feel
Like all who have, I was wrong to cross this horrific joy
I was betrayed by her, stolen, used, like a child’s toy
What I never realized, was that I was betrayed by myself
She is who I was, am I an individual, one’s self?
Where am I now, I’m dazed and confused
I took a rough ride, it left me alone and bemused
Living in a world where part of you is gone
Makes you loose joy, love and song
You long for her sight, to rejoin the cause
But you must fight in the ring, to jeers and applause
No war is made with efficient haste
It’s made with time, pleasure and distaste
So I apologized, so gradually and well
I felt assured, my doubt groveled and fell
My confidence was balanced, and my soul lifted
I was rushed upwards, blessed and spiritually gifted
But like the sea she mercilessly took my hopes
She hung me back with heavy ropes
She broke my ribs and cut my hair
She put mud in my face and tied me to a chair
Nothing seemed to work but she changed her mind
My apology accepted, I was left behind
Pondering my decisions, wondering in my wake
Reflecting my choices, and the ones I would make
I crawled back to her, to make things as they were
They’d get better, you’ll see, for sure
But like a post-war madness, all was not as it was
I tried to find a reason, she said “just because”
So she danced without me, a battle won but lost
Left cold like the morning fall frost
Her muffled voice, sounding dull and distant
I’d remember that voice, throughout my life, during every instant.
Jun 2, 2012
Jun 2, 2012 at 1:07 PM UTC
One, two, three, four,
I can't take these words anymore,
And maybe, maybe you were right,
And I can't win this fight,
If I don't know what I'm fighting for.
And you, you called me all the names,
I'm a ***** its a game,
And you ended it before, before it became,
Became what I wanted what I needed
And I'm shamed.
Shamed that I cared,
Shamed that I groveled,
Shamed I was scared.
And I let you walk over me,
Me. The scarred queen bee,
I offered you my heart and gave you the key
And you played me.
And maybe, maybe you were right,
And I can't win this fight,
If I don't know what I'm fighting for anymore.
And they say,
Beer before liquor never sicker,
But I beg to differ,
Because the words that you say nauseate,
And if I could I would recreate
That feeling.
But words, words,
They just don't come out,
Sitting here in silence when I want to shout.
The things that I say get so twisted and abused,
Maybe forgotten is better then used.
And maybe, maybe you were right,
And I can't win this fight,
When I don't know what I'm fighting for anymore.
I gave you my heart
And you tore it apart,
And I know I should have saw it,
Should have stopped it,
Should have dropped it,
But you can't blame a girl for her fantasy.
In a world where they want to throw her down,
down,
face up on the ground,
Broken dreams and beliefs
Lying all around,
And I can't see the stars anymore.
And maybe you were right,
And I can't win this fight,
When I don't know what I'm fighting for.
Not anymore.
Aug 13, 2012
Aug 13, 2012 at 11:36 PM UTC
Detonate the
galaxies we once groveled to
in defiance
fear the pen of God no more:::
Sharpen the senses (in the silent ether)
there
in a room alone
look at the mirror,
get out of the way
so you could see yourself
Rescue the trembling
low hanging fruit of our annihilation
Dance in the sparks of our
daybreak demise
Feel the pinch of the burn as it blinds you
with new eyes
suffer the saving grace wisdom
fate (life) is sadistic
pain is palpable
so let your flesh grow recalcitrant
free will is there if you want it
You Detonated my
galaxy now i grovel to you
I fear the pen of God no more:::
Sharpen your senses (in this silent ether)
you were always there
in a room alone
in the mirror, refusing to get out of the way
so you could see yourself
You’re trembling
Shaking, as I taste the fruit of our annihilation
spark our demise as you ******
arch your back at daybreak
pinch, burn, it binds you
those eyes
the eternal grace of your wisdom
I surrender,
sadistic
when the pain is pleasurable
the light on your flesh glows violently
free will is there if you want it:::
now bid goodbye to those **incoherent
Bob Dylan daydreams**
cdh
Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 12:59 AM UTC
A greeting from yonder locker caught my ear (My)
As I was turning the tumbler, (love)
She approached me, slowly, her hand grazing (is)
My shoulder as she traveled to her place. (a)
From forth my insides come a noise (Rose)
So foul and decrepit, my cheeks (of)
Ripe with rubies, I began to make my (undying)
Pilgrimage to my shell once again. (flame,)
I was plucked out by the hand of God, (I,)
This is what effort feels like, I think, (the)
As I gazed into the eyes of sweet Aphrodite, (Phoenix)
I, Hephaestus, groveled before the angel before me. (from)
“There, there”, she crooned, “Thou mustn’t despair”, (the)
“I’ll show you the feeling of being in my care.” (ashes.)
Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 7:05 PM UTC
Her whole life all she wanted was love,
That day she met him,
Her wildest dreams came true,
Little did she know that her worst nightmares would soon too,
They had been together a while,
They had a fight like any other couple,
Over something stupid and petty,
he screams at her threatening to hit her
She thinks he's kidding and screams"DO IT I DARE YOU"
smack
In that instance her world came crumbling down,
The smack was like a ripple effect leading to her heart and breaking into millions of pieces,
She should have left him that day,
But he groveled and she gave in,
Eventually forgiving him each time,
But each time it broke her a little more,
Killed a little part of her soul,
She had to become a hermit,
Hiding from her once friends and family,
It went on for so long,
Then one day he lost control,
She ended up in the hospital,
And finally he went to prison for some time,
But she will never be the same,
Never be the same bright and hopeful person,
He broke a part of her she will never get back.
Sep 3, 2011
Sep 3, 2011 at 11:51 PM UTC
"Bring me to elysium as I feel warmth of within,
I beseech your lips your voice your integument,
How can I alone bare cumbrance and stifle burdens,
Fresh outdoors my islet will cool my burning desires,
I wish to be her fantasy and make our love complete,
I want to eat the sun as it searches your body,
That redolence exists within intangible feelings,
Tangent the wallow hunger inside depths of your soul,
Echoes within call to me as waves to the shore,
I travail as she groveled into my percipience,
I would no longer stay defiant to your touch,
Touching upon your impetuous palpable body,
Apprehensive of what your loving me might doth,
The ichorous in her eyes that echoes within,
Bellows in a delineation of abyss of passions ardor,
Deliquescing into each other’s arms unfolding in,
Elysium amorousness”
By A. Guzaldo 06/12/2018 ©
Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 11:40 PM UTC
If it’s rainbows and unicorns,
sunshine and daises
laughter that makes your abs clench,
eyes water,
leaving you rolling on the floor,
gasping for air
to fill your deflated lungs…
Maybe it’s not depression.
If it’s days and nights
and nights and days
focusing on one error,
the disappointment in
your parents eyes,
they way they shake their heads
when you tell them you messed up.
It’s been over a month,
they all moved on,
but your still holding on,
analyzing the way you messed up,
until the next mistake comes along.
Maybe it’s depression.
If you’re strict
on the presentation of
your clothes,
images,
hiding the scars,
never wearing black
more than twice a week,
painting a smile
more days than not…
Maybe it’s depression.
If you've groveled
at the feet of the devil,
wrangled your sorrows,
bribing yourself that tomorrow,
you’ll get out of bed.
For the first time in days,
you’ll take the risk
of the world putting
too much weight on your shoulders…
It is depression.
If you've prayed
that the weight of it
won’t crush your bones,
mash your spirits,
turn you into a hollowed out cave
of limestone in the dirt.
Prayed that it won’t
blast away the last
of your ability to make it
through the night.
It is depression.
If you've wondered
whether you inherited this monster,
from your mother
or father
or did it manifest itself
inside your head?
Was it prepared
To make your life
living hell-
even more than imagined.
Enough
so that every molecule
every atom of your being
aches with sorrow
that cannot be placated.
Not with crying,
Not with laughter,
Not with enough sleep
to classify you as comatose.
Inexorable from the mind,
a demon with hands
constantly wrapped
around your neck,
ready to squeeze
at a moment’s notice.
Like demons,
Depression will keep its hold
until you crumble.
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 10:07 PM UTC
i howled at the moon
a
million
times
before i let you touch me
i groveled before myself
bent
over
backwards
in agony
before you even looked in my
pale blue eyes
i learnt that the most powerful thing a woman can be is
herself
that the most powerful thing she can do is
love herself
i became the most powerful woman
doing the most powerful things
before i allowed you to
call me yours
Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 10:31 AM UTC
I never groveled before
the justice department.
I can sleepwalk through this.
Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 10:21 AM UTC
every memory of you, every replay of your lips touching mine or your face buried between my legs is immediately followed by the thought of you doing the same to her. they’re no longer my private fantasies. they’re haunted by the knowledge that she’s the one you couldn’t let go. the one you did those things to first. we did have fun, and i guess we’ll always be special to each other in a sense... but how do i sleep when i know she gets to feel the same magic touch, the same fiery lips that i crave so much? how do i not hurt at the fact that i will never feel that again? never look into your eyes or feel your skin against mine, never hold you close when you’re cold. i guess i should be grateful that you’re still there in a way. and who knows? maybe i have it all wrong. maybe she’s the one who came back and asked for another chance. maybe she groveled at your feet and begged you to come back. but it doesn’t change the fact that you did. doesn’t change that the you i want so much, the part that i crave like an addict craves his drug, is gone, is dead to me. and i don’t know what to do. those memories are ours, but i don’t know how to reclaim them. they’re fresh and oh so vivid.. but then she’s there, taking my place, pushing me out of the frame. so i’m lying in the dark, rain from the thunderstorm is crashing steadily against the window with lightning flashing every five seconds.. and i just wish you were here. i wish it wasn’t like this. i wish i didn’t feel so ******* jealous. i wish i wasn’t fighting tears and gasping for breath through the sting.. you’re the storm in the dark of my life… you crashed in and shook my foundation and changed everything: the way i thought, the way i felt, the way i lived. you showed me passion and fire.. you evoked the want and desperate need to cleanse my soul. you made me laugh, you made me feel. but you were just passing through. you were passing through…your force is decreasing.. your fire is fading. when dawn breaks you’ll be moving on, with gentle raindrops caressing my cheek, stinging my eyes before they blow through to the next life, to her. but I’ll be here, waiting for the next storm; part of me hoping it’ll be you again.
Apr 1, 2017
Apr 1, 2017 at 1:43 PM UTC
Some had found happiness
A couple found love
Another groveled in sadness
A few became known
Yet wherever all ended up
They knew they had touched
The bounds of infinity
And the peace of knowing.
How sad it all
Every passage not a poem
How useless normal language
Has become
But, can one infer its all
Been for nought
When people you touched
Once laughed and cried
And there lies the mysteries
No philosophy has answered
While in hell or heaven
We aspire.
May 13, 2021
May 13, 2021 at 8:28 PM UTC