"gutty" poems
When winter's glaze is lifted from the greens,
And cups are freshly cut, and birdies sing,
Triumphantly the stifled golfer preens
In cleats and slacks once more, and checks his swing.
This year, he vows, his head will steady be,
His weight-shift smooth, his grip and stance ideal;
And so they are, until upon the tee
Befall the old contortions of the real.
So, too, the tennis-player, torpid from
Hibernal months of television sports,
Perfects his serve and feels his knees become
Sheer muscle in their unaccustomed shorts.
Right arm relaxed, the left controls the toss,
Which shall be high, so that the racket face
Shall at a certain angle sweep across
The floated sphere with gutty strings--an ace!
The mind's eye sees it all until upon
The courts of life the faulty way we played
In other summers rolls back with the sun.
Hope springs eternally, but spring hopes fade.
5.7k
I have not really felt, so well complete after all,
So now I have realized a bit about it,
As it has been just a bit before;
Poo Pic,
Nice upon,
Lite Heart's,
Star Dust'd,
Too walls,
It's tickling,
Startling really as well,
I know what I do by each of my selves,
Whom at least are quite friendly,
Circuit completed,
Got past my brain gargling stricken struck stuff,
Straight to the heart reckoning awoken to a more fuller feeling than,
A filling feeling of up a cup, belly caught this quick like flash lightning,
Striken struck me gutty gut gut,
Did lots of laughing really, really it I,
I Eyed it, I did, that was before ole gargley,
Slow pokey brain had any chance or choice of it,
Presented in the matter...
But then I thought somehow again, and perhaps then,
It did help me think, I'm not really sure just like before,
More of a wander and a wonder of it all, And what of
but of completion, Oh gosh geez jolly, I was just lately
thinking I was really feeling so, I had thought oh,
You know once upon a time just like before,
So very lately really, I was really into, upon,
Onto things of such lately, but what of such,
Were ya wondering about thinking,
Asking or is it such...of what,
You hear more clearly worthy,
Asking See, though then now,
Is a thing,
A thing in half of completion,
Sure I am half complete here in,
One instant and in so dearly next to,
There the other some other here there,
Where of other of the other half too,
Too goes alright not so bad doing,
This so well just us two halves,
Too of completion
Beyond friendly we've been so almost together,
Is the heart of the matter, matter like things,
Or more like is it like weather, Whether,
Or not, Will I ever really ever come,
Together like Bride,
Bridegroom;
Would do...
Then would could perhaps a chance brain,
Tells me I must be here now just guessing,
And now then again all of a sudden not,
Too that was before remember,
I'm trying to remember yes,
Now I think I've got it,
'twas a wondering thing,
But I could be thinking again,
I am starting to think maybe someone,
Should just take this brain thing right out,
Of my head...
What a ponder,
I'd wonder yes the wondering thing,
As it were and too now this time really see it is,
Would, like a yonder instead, Oh by all means please,
I didn't mean leave, I am thinking about your yonder with,
Me for wander and ponder just so seemingly wonders instead,
Now I know what your thinking,
Hahaha I do,
Two, two half completions,
Weather the storms better,
Than two heads who,
Were just thinking
Ah Heart,
Heart Better
Whether
Weather
Matters
Or Not!!
See Sea, Love
Y O U
e V Got!!!
E
~Sa Sa~~R
Dec 7, 2012
Dec 7, 2012 at 8:50 PM UTC
they fell from a tolleycroft trawler
(about a mile off the gary dock)
tossed in a bottlenose gulf stream
partially pasted on ruk and crustacean
belly ******* ragged
fender bent rolling
drifting on krill chop
past o' malleys
down juan de fuca
rubbing grain
into the gun barrel sea
twisted benjamins
nipped by the hungry swell
blunt on a wayward log
deep in the gutty storm
slack jaw, skinned
medling
over phosphorescence
and grayling
and cold erratic flow
(oh those seedy finman!)
driftwood gorge
at celebration light
sun carts rise
to the homecoming
**** that nuisance moon!)*
crimson tide
and contraband
strung on the greyhound
intervention essentials
with menacing roots
these crackers lack
all disposition
and tact
an enemy mask
lies deep within
blinded rodmen
on a shoreline retreat
where the franklin bills
are spinning
Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 12:41 AM UTC
Julie followed Benedict
from bookshop to bookshop
then they went in a cafe
on Charing Cross Road
and sat down
by the window
and ordered two coffees
and lit up cigarettes
how's it going
at the hospital?
he asked
gutty
she said
boring my ******* off
I shouldn't be there
she inhaled deeply
on her cigarette
once you're off the drugs
you won't be
he said
I am off the drugs
she looked at him
well most of the time
she said
what do they say
at the hospital?
they said my parents
want me to stay there
until I'm cleaned off
she said
but you're out today
he said
yes on good behaviour
she said
any sign
I've taken anything
then I'm locked in
and Daddy said
they'll have me sectioned
if need be
he has doctor friends
who will oblige
and him and Mother
being doctors themselves
it won't be difficult
she said
Benedict watched
as the waitress
brought the coffees
and put them on the table
and swayed off
in a Monroe fashion
we could take in a film
if you like
he said
no I don't want
to be stuck
in some smokey cinema
she said
I want to be out
in the fresh air
and see London
ok
he said
what about having a stroll
along the Thames Embankment?
then after take in
a look around an art gallery
you are full of fun
she said moodily
ok where then?
he said
some room someplace
and a good ****
she said
the word hung in the air
like a dark cloud
in the cafe
people gaped at her
I think they've got
Lichtenstein at the gallery
this month
he said
Pop Art stuff
he added
she pulled a face
then drew on her cigarette
you're in a mood
he said
maybe you should
have stayed at the hospital
and twiddled your thumbs
on the ward
she stared at him
releasing smoke
from her mouth slowly
ok the gallery
isn't too bad an idea
she said
but I'm gagging
for a fix
my body's screaming for it
she went quiet
and sipped her coffee
he looked at her
sitting there
dark brown hair
tied by a ribbon
her eyes staring
at the table
her fingers holding
the cup and cigarette
he recalled the time
at the hospital
when they'd managed
to be alone
in the small broom cupboard
and the quick ***
in the dark
between brooms
and dusters
and buckets
he smiled
what you smiling at?
she said
cupboard love
he said
she laughed
yes that was good
she said
unexpected too
and any moment
some poor cleaner
coming for a bucket
and seeing us at it
she stubbed out
her cigarette
in an ashtray
on the table
and they went out the cafe
and back along
towards Trafalgar Square
to the art gallery
to see what was there.
Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 2:32 AM UTC
Drunken infatuation, leave away
Blurring the vision of reasonable men
Weakens knees, causes thought to stray
Clinging dreams that only “should have been”
Stirs in healthy folk a gutty knot
Ties the tongue or looses it by turn
Makes all common sense appear forgot
Chills the bones and leaves the face to burn
No cousin to true love, yet seems to me
Infatuation, more action does decree
Feb 15, 2010
Feb 15, 2010 at 10:14 PM UTC
I did not bloom
pink
underground
summerless bulb
mostly the
undercooked appearance
and gutty roar
I did not bloom
although it appears
that way –
speckled rose
with spread wings
eating her days
like knives
feeling small & summits
I was born:
Worldly, sharp,
the deranged.
Nov 22, 2012
Nov 22, 2012 at 6:57 PM UTC
Lost in the sweet rock and roll,
I hear the wailers shout;
Jerry Lee and Elvis, Little Richard,
what the music was about.
Living life up to the hilt,
the pounding of the piano;
like a fighter in the ring,
like Rocky Marciano.
Their opponent was the square,
today theyre called a nerd;
but it was rhythm and it was blues,
that through the void we heard.
Chuck Berry's song were gutty,
the lyrics interwoven;
he told Tchaikovsky the news,
and rolled on over Beethoven!
And Fats just walked us home,
past old Blueberry Hill;
said it was a shame,
I can them singing, still.
Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 11:14 PM UTC
Naaman sat on the grass
at midday recess
the sun was hot
and pouring down.
He saw Shoshana
walking across the grass
towards him.
He put the small book
of butterflies & moths
down beside him.
She smiled when
she came up close to him
and sat down
on his right,
then arranged
her school skirt
over her knees.
Well how was your morning?
Naaman asked,
eyeing her.
Usual boring lessons,
but I survived
by thinking about you
and meeting you,
Shoshana said,
looking at him:
and you what
was your morning like?
He sighed:
well maths was gutty,
but biology was good;
it was about insects
and reproduction,
he said.
She wanted him
to hold her hand,
but so far he hadn't;
she thought
she ought as a start,
but was unsure
of his reaction,
so didn't.
You brought
your book of butterflies
& moths then?
she said.
Yes just while
I was waiting for you,
he said,
I want to show you
the moth that came
into the house last night
through the open window.
He took up the book
and opened it at a page
and showed her
an ugly looking moth.
What did you
do with it?
She asked,
putting her hand
next to his.
I caught it in my hands
and put it in a small jar
and studied it,
he said.
Then what?
She asked,
wanting to place
her hand in his,
but did not.
I let it go
and closed the window,
he said.
O I see,
she said.
He put the book down;
she took his hand in hers
and laid it in her lap
suddenly before
he could react.
He looked at her
and smiled:
I do think about you,
he said shyly,
I was looking forward
to seeing you
all morning.
She was pleased
and had feared
he would remove his hand,
but he let it stay there
and held her hand
too briefly.
She wanted him
to kiss her
(despite other kids
seeing them),
but he didn't,
he started talking
about the insects in biology.
He removed his hand
to show her about moths
and butterflies in the book
and reproduction,
but she was only
half listening,
and the kiss seemed
unlikely now,
his hand free from hers.
Inside she
was wanting him
to hold her and kiss
her somewhere,
but he talked on
and all she could do
was stare.
Nov 12, 2016
Nov 12, 2016 at 5:46 AM UTC