"loiters" poems
The moon is full tonight.
I can feel it's pull.
The cat stares at me.
Her eyes seem to suggest she knows what is on my mind.
As I gaze up into the mysterious sky,
The familiar taste of salt trickles into the corners of my lips.
I can feel a tug of my emotions,
Like the moon somehow has a role in the pull of my interstitial fluid.
It is basically sea water,
Right?
The black cat loiters a certain superstition within.
Fear becomes instilled as she stares into my soul with her all knowing glare.
"Blame it on the moon, blame it on the moon.
Tides come and go, so this shall too"
I strive to find the comfort this world has to offer me
Some say it comes from within, this I am not sure of.
The thoughts linger. The cat knows, I know she knows.
What does she make of me in this incapacitated state?
I taste the salt. It is drawn out by the moon.
That is what I tell myself.
Deep down I know the salt is due to the overwhelming grief I try to deny.
And the cat is merely the internalized self stigma eating away at my self esteem and efficacy.
Dec 18, 2017
Dec 18, 2017 at 3:57 AM UTC
Expectations swagger
And clutter.
Small talk
Loiters dangerously near big talk
As gazes dance between
Lazy freckles.
Questions are asked
That require too complicated
Of answers.
Answers too uncertain
And even once certain,
Limbs putrify and freeze
In the daunting path
That has been figured,
Fathomed, barely
And never traveled.
Habits, self inhibitions,
Self-destructive agendas,
Pull at the walker
As his own mind swivels,
Exhausted,
Tipping into madness.
He’s found the path
But finds self-provoked
Difficulty in walking it.
Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 12:38 AM UTC
They hide behind
A masked impunity
One that loiters on the lips
That gathers dust
While proclaiming
A nightmare of angels
Who haunt derangement
In startling blasphemous hullucinations
Which excite to the point of delerium
Who menace with grandiose examples
Which surpass all human capacities
Renouncing indisputable rights as heresy
Keeping their stones not cast, unthrown
Aug 8, 2012
Aug 8, 2012 at 3:04 PM UTC
It took a hastily-made hangman puzzle
to **** you, a present-day friend
of mine to simply whisper
that three-letter word
as if she were restating the gospel.
Ironic, then, that as you were dying,
I felt an era-long noose loosening.
I remember finding skin pores
mistakenly labelled as sinkholes,
every confession warranting
a "believe me, we knew" after the other.
If you had spent any more time,
an indefinite amount of days
deciding to stay lurking
in the corners of the closet,
out there in the rafters
where no one could hear you
whispering poison into my gut reactions,
I might have sprouted
a kamikaze bloodline,
a raucous rhythm in the ranks
cackling louder with each year
of silence, each span of secrecy.
Although your plastic inflection
vanished with a collective
unlocking of the joints,
your cryptic sentiment still loiters
while my common sense is sleeping,
and I remember to repeat,
three times like Dorothy,
that moment I could only
be my true self on paper.
Sep 12, 2011
Sep 12, 2011 at 4:40 AM UTC
Sit in stillness
Allow the unrest
Of idleness
Contour the shape
Of nonentity
Soon you’ll hear
A loud ringing
Within your ear
The same noise
Howling staunch
Before you sleep
The same sound blaring
As the world stagnates
And time loiters
And sorrow seeps up from the rug
I don’t think you realize
You will never see him again
As long as you live
For now he is a tall tale
Retold to offspring
A distant memory
A mythic architect
Nothing in the past has ever occurred
There is only now
And now
There is only the wind
And the world moves on
And time resumes clockwise
And his ashes are spread about the sea
Apr 3, 2016
Apr 3, 2016 at 7:40 PM UTC
Some days you surface into,
and there's no distracting yourself from
that irrefutable inevitability that
- ultimately -
entropy will win.
No quantity of
authentic artisan coffee or online memes
or juicing can
pull you out of the
black hole gravity
of that one truth.
The evidence is everywhere:
the spiteful confusion of electrical cables
your sleep-stupid fingers
fumble and fail to untangle;
the mold on the bread you
swore would keep a few more days;
the putrid, burst-open remains of
a pink armchair, left to rot in a
stranger's front garden;
the scavenging army of crows that loiters,
waiting for you to die and, in the
meantime, walks ****** little footprints
around your eyes;
the oxidation of
so many dreams.
It's inescapable.
Might as well root for the winner.
Embrace the decay.
Take photographs of
rust, smashed glass, peeling paint, dead flowers.
Learn to love faded colours and the feel
of broken things.
Catalogue your most
interesting scars and mutilations.
And, while you can,
write poetry.
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 6:03 AM UTC
love doesn't dash, it loiters
with repeated movements like music
and beautifully crude endearments
love doesn't dash, it lingers
with rhythms like dance
and boastfully rude aphorisms
so dally with me, my love
lollygag, lounge and in a while
we'll share breaths and mess about
Apr 19, 2023
Apr 19, 2023 at 9:31 PM UTC
There is an animal
that loiters inside of me
and it takes shelter in these
broken blood vessels
you left on my neck
It sleeps
on the words
you left on
my pillow
It is a guessing game
of whether
I will awake
to your silhouette
in the dark
peacefully, deliriously
I swear
in those moments
if I blink
you will disappear
So this animal
it must hibernate
out of biological
instilled and
predetermined fear
that I cannot make
you reappear
again
It is both the paranoia
of an
unmastered magic trick
that makes this animal run
and the certainty
I felt
when I opened my eyes
one morning
and realized
I had never
quite experienced
a ******* thing
that has
felt even half
as good as you
Sep 19, 2017
Sep 19, 2017 at 10:37 PM UTC
I captured a purred etiquette, loitering
in shortened heartbeats, rapping time,
it slumped to the floor, are you exhausted?
sprawled amidst shady feline secrets of
the feline kind....mind blowing, pin point
squinting, all day long as if forgotten,
finding cover, you cannot see them, they see you
while they rule the world with feline precision,
paws patrolling park benches, walls ready made
for clambering, trees stretching, introducing
sturdy bark for clawed expression, baked leaves
swaying, cooling the purring cat who waits for no one,
joining the hours like dots, stringing out a yawn
that interrupts pleasant planning, daydreams,
baring teeth making way for field fun and activity,
the day lingers, loiters, mimicking feline patience
Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 6:51 AM UTC
The local duchess of importance
is the bag lady
she loiters unsatisfied
the rain is a ****** loss
it ruffles her hair
kept in place by rusting clips,
whatever goldmine
she was enamoured with
was swept away in the torrent,
she's more than partial to gain
but cannot recall dancing with a
forty niner
or freeloading in the blaze.
Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 7:38 AM UTC
don't ever think you're the best
until you've climbed a mountain
don't even waste my time
until you've drunk from my fountain
my rhythm, my rhyme
my legend, my crime
innocent as the moon is bold
magnificent as the sea is cold
you cry, you beg
you may even scream
the words pour out of your mouth
like steamy fog
it lingers, it loiters
for corrupted exploiters
tears weep and they crash
out poison and trash
and you have the nerve
to just push me away
through the black and the white
thick and thin shades of gray
you might hear my words
you teach what i preach
but just remember
my voice may be tender
and yours will subside
i'm your last contender
Aug 29, 2013
Aug 29, 2013 at 8:25 PM UTC
The background music loiters in the wind
Notes resting on molecules and floating towards me
Sounds of instruments strewn together
Eliciting movement, bodies close,
Liquid tension drips to the floor
I wish I could feel the movement
Lost in a body that has forgotten how
Embarrassment as I stand motionless
And the room moves around me
The music calls, it demands a narcosis
I am the only unbound to the spell
And my eyes dart away, abashed
A reverie finds itself creeping in my mind
Younger and lost in immortality
I once enjoyed the witches curse of youth
And moved like those before me
I walk away, unsure of my maturity
Should I grieve my missing youth
Or should I be grateful that the spell cannot bind me?
Feb 27, 2012
Feb 27, 2012 at 5:43 PM UTC
Far in this den of flaring links
With jocund ships and dismal streets,
You know by heart those piled up heaps
Of low-browed, beetling roofs.
But for the miracles in store,
You would have felt a little sore.
As chilly bareness falls for snow
To make some fine excuse.
Although the feeble candle-light
Has latent echo, once you sigh
For dreary days, it's still alright
To be bereft of drip.
It changes tune, indeed. Your tune.
The one ghost hummed in gleaming room.
The one that fits ones homeward blue.
The substitute for gift.
At length the sudden knock you hear,
For all delight, and thrill, and cheer,
You'd hardly ***** with fingertip
For long-deserted door.
With dark brown curls and sparkling eyes
You meet a stranger, for demise
Is yet to catch you by surprise
With writing on a stone.
Too late to have your fate reversed,
Dream dwindles down into bedpost,
And pale, as though you've seen a ghost,
You scramble out of bed.
Mist loiters near the stirring cold-
It's all the wonders to behold.
The big prize turkey have been sold
In store around the bend.
Dec 19, 2017
Dec 19, 2017 at 3:58 PM UTC
Darkness loiters the corner store
Across the street from my home
Like a vagabond high strung beneath midnight shadows
A magician of sorts- He stands still
Aware that his presence is unknown
Yet his spirit breaks free at night
Darkness crept through my window
Replacing once radiant sunbeams
He evaporated my senses recklessly
Approaching me with a vicious grin
I went to speak but my words disintegrated
He replied- It's time your dreams begin
Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 2:41 AM UTC
In sunshine's glow,
we wear a smile,
yet deep inside,
we feel the trial.
The weight of hope
can feel so grand,
but woes can linger,
close at hand.
With every cheer,
loiters niggling doubt,
can happiness withstand
what life is about?
To be the light,
yet fear the strain,
When the bright facade
can crack and fray.
Beneath the mask,
a heart may strain,
for constant joy
can feel like pain.
©️Lizzie Bevis
Nov 5, 2024
Nov 5, 2024 at 10:51 AM UTC
Shut your eyes and go
to sleep listening to the
gnarled willows weep.
Kisses on the forehead
goodnight to ensure you
are tucked in just right.
I will sing you a gentle
lullaby as the birds fly
off into the jet black sky.
The moon is laying low
for you to use as a night
light in case you are to
get a nightmare and feel
a distressing kind of fear.
But do not be scared of
what lurks and loiters in
the shadows of your soul
for I will hold your hand
and tame those demons
to a dominant demand.
The hold they have had
for quite some time is
now reaching the end
of its disintegrated line.
I can see your cold smile
defrosting in the sun now
as the willows shake off
the winter snow and you
capture some of the new
season’s glow inside of
your wholesome soul.
So my beloved friend,
shut your eyes and sleep
listening to the willows
weep as now this peace
is finally yours to keep!
Dec 29, 2018
Dec 29, 2018 at 8:54 PM UTC
A viaduct looms over my daily commute; trains rattle above.
I pass through its belly each day.
A canal ambles beneath one armpit,
Scrubland loiters under the other.
In the belly , glaring headlights inch forward towards their kin;
Metal, rubber and glass jostle for place,
Engines thrumming.
Shiny shoes pinch and stiff collars tighten;
Fingers start drumming.
Deadlock.
Gridlock.
On the indolent canal a barge floats serenely, fat fish meander and
Skinny - legged moor hens tiptoe through the reeds.
An old man in rough tweeds pokes his stick through the scrub land on the other side,
Searching for blackberries.
Lights change futilely; amber, green and red.
Engines rev and teeth grit.
The belly rumbles.
Ducks fly in and land on the still water of the canal.
They swim in formation under the bridge.
On the other side the old man sits to eat his fill
His fingers purple with juice.
Clouds scud, a breeze cools and the sun appears.
Collars stiffen, indicators tick, nails are bitten
As the cars inch forward.
The bloated belly heaves
As a few cars cross the border to meet another impasse.
Concentric circles appear on the surface of the water
And gnats flicker above it.
A family of coots sets out for a morning outing
And a kestrel hovers above.
Deep in the undergrowth field mice
Scurry away from the old man's boots.
Dry sticks snap under his heel
and the sun warms his thinning pate.
He takes the slow path through the undergrowth,
Meets an ancient lane
And strolls the familiar path home.
Dec 19, 2016
Dec 19, 2016 at 3:13 PM UTC
How can you love someone you never met?
My heart knew him in my past life.
Strangers with memories.
I wanted him every second of every minute of all my days. Forever.
I love him because of what we could be.
Not knowing anything about him.
Being graced by his prescence. Being the shadow that loiters enthrallingly.
Indescribable feelings.
Naked eyes see us as solely occupying the same space. Blind to the love I've sighted first.
Fate defines us as soul mates.
Waiting on our memories to be made.
Nov 28, 2012
Nov 28, 2012 at 10:00 PM UTC
Prudent
To truth did I ask one day
Fond loner!
will you take me for a company?
Dear, know that I were there
even before your God.
He made rivals with Satan,
who is bent on regaining paradise.
No one knows in what guises
he loiters the world.
No one knows what games
he play to take one to his side.
So,
I walk no more alone.
Since I have learnt a lesson
from God- Satan duo
I keep my arch rival for a friend.
Look
he is close behind my heels
he follows me like a shadow.
I can't live in fear for life.
And that's precisely why
when look at the face of truth
You suspect a lie too.
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 12:06 AM UTC
Blues and greens with fusions of orange
This is the colour of you
Visible purity, illuminating my every room
And I love you for it, that and so much more
Every shade and every blinding moment
The fear of the unknown is no more
Because I have your light
You grant me clarity in the darkest of places
When I fear even myself
The unknown person that loiters inside
You have illuminated all of her hiding places
And I love you for it, that and so much more.
Oct 27, 2017
Oct 27, 2017 at 5:34 PM UTC
Curled up on a too-small sofa
Misery oozes from every pore
The fan, a giant spider on the ceiling
Dimly seen in the pre-dawn darkness
Less dark than the shadows in my soul.
Another day of nothing happy
Loiters just behind the sunrise
Daring me to find a way
To build a life from broken rubble
ljm
Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 9:56 AM UTC
For Woz
*Flavoured on this moody day
Though the sunshine’s fled away
Heat bound here in tepid chair
Choking back a black despair.
Old friend mired in cancers’ grip
Metastasising deep in hip,
Anguished waves of constant pain
Obliterating light again.
Takes a time to climb to bed
Where ghosts and goblins curl with dread.
Takes a while to coax his smile
But humour loiters there awhile.
Offerings hot cup of tea
A small relief which sets him free,
Leans against for helping arm
Rewarding glance of subdued charm.
Wending home dark, windswept street
Puddeled sad tears wet my feet.*
M.
15 February 2016
Auckland.
Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 12:01 AM UTC
The orange-tinted frames
rest on her freckled nose
turning her eyes to droop down
till my finger, on the right hand
shows a letter written 25 years back,
the pink sky spreads on the faded
black – cloth worn by me yesterday,
petals imprinted in her canvas
reflect the beaded necklaces she wore
her hair loiters down till the tiles
when the shoes step on a single strand
of black beauties sensible to fall,
she sits and stands down the stairs
to a doorway opening to the starry sky
where a single sphere emits the light
revealing her aura and snowy skin,
her hands sway the threaded nets away
showing a more clean bricked wall
mortared with the beaming sand
taken from the hearts of the ocean,
her beauty lies in herself ,
where does your beauty lie ?
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 10:18 AM UTC
No you wouldnt
I'dve been there like the police when a black kid loiters
Never would I have exploited ya
I can heal fast but this'll take time
**** it. **** it. If only you could've been mine
Idve held you like a queen, Cleopatra over Egypt
But you couldn't see what beats in my chest it's like when I try I get shot down
Every time I opened up I get shot to the ground
I guess I'm stuck alone on my own a king with no queen to share a throne
My fate is sealed I'm giving up for good
I'm gonna be the loneliest ********** in my hood
Now I'm gonna do what all plan B guys
Get back to crying in my pit, my sanctuary and my curse
That I've now described so accurately in that verse
This may be the worst I've ever jotted down
But I guess you never see the sadness behind the mask I wear, as the clown.
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 12:54 AM UTC
He sits in a corner all on his own,
Waiting, for the chance to take you
home,
He lives under a waterfall,
Where there’s no body that can
hear you call,
His words are few,
He loiters and lurks,
Waiting for you,
He stays indoors, all on his own,
Waiting and waiting to pick up
that phone,
He lays in his bed feeling
nothing but sorrow,
Waiting and waiting to see
You, tomorrow.
May 21, 2018
May 21, 2018 at 6:30 PM UTC