"mable" poems - Hello Poetry

Just because they have disappeared does not mean that i'm clutter-free. It's a cluster-free, a clusterfuck of ******* insanity. My uncle left right after my Grampa's funeral, split like a chicken's ***** "he's in the airforce or some other human-processing factory," Ma would say to me. My aunt mable, dipped out dripped out two kids then split like a pillsbury biscuit. My aunt pat's mom, left Aunt pat on Aunt FLo's doorstep, in the sole of her instep, stepped out on a kid and a husband with a left shoe, the right one was left behind. My pops was forced out, I saw him drag Ma through the halls, saw him whip her face in with the brass-end of a leather belt, everybody's face was leathery when the cops came in. There is a litany of disappearing faces in my family picture, a litany of the disappeared who reappear over thanksgiving and christmas dinners, when we wax nostalgiac or hurt over turkey, gravy, and biscuits. Over love and how many are missing.

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Jan 25, 2012

Jan 25, 2012 at 12:24 AM UTC

Waverly

The disappeared.

Just because they have disappeared does not mean that i'm clutter-free. It's a cluster-free, a clusterfuck of ******* insanity. My uncle left right after my Grampa's funeral, split like a chicken's ***** "he's in the airforce or some other human-processing factory," Ma would say to me. My aunt mable, dipped out dripped out two kids then split like a pillsbury biscuit. My aunt pat's mom, left Aunt pat on Aunt FLo's doorstep, in the sole of her instep, stepped out on a kid and a husband with a left shoe, the right one was left behind. My pops was forced out, I saw him drag Ma through the halls, saw him whip her face in with the brass-end of a leather belt, everybody's face was leathery when the cops came in. There is a litany of disappearing faces in my family picture, a litany of the disappeared who reappear over thanksgiving and christmas dinners, when we wax nostalgiac or hurt over turkey, gravy, and biscuits. Over love and how many are missing.

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speaks the sepia soldier, what say you- the grass no longer greens nor is greener blurred through waters- temperatures rising tasting compromising flavors savors sun-kissed fables staples followed Mable Mayflower, spring strings with color streaming ribbons gleaming glass against fingertips and breath- like a tiger, or a rat frantic like the dying man's last rap prayers echoed like- air. falls from the precipice to another peak, "we never speak" precious, precious, pretentious quote us phrases, lay we down like concrete, in concrete surrounded by concrete where we'll dance and it won't matter that we aren't dancing

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May 18, 2011

May 18, 2011 at 7:23 PM UTC

barefoot-cascades

Signifying?

speaks the sepia soldier, what say you- the grass no longer greens nor is greener blurred through waters- temperatures rising tasting compromising flavors savors sun-kissed fables staples followed Mable Mayflower, spring strings with color streaming ribbons gleaming glass against fingertips and breath- like a tiger, or a rat frantic like the dying man's last rap prayers echoed like- air. falls from the precipice to another peak, "we never speak" precious, precious, pretentious quote us phrases, lay we down like concrete, in concrete surrounded by concrete where we'll dance and it won't matter that we aren't dancing

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he got some bad blood running up his veins he got some wolf teeth tearing up that lace like that he got some soft lips kissing the mayors no good ***** rotten rich teenage daugther, with her red lips and her bad intensions he got himself a real nice face smiling like that, getting 20 percent off addi mays special pancakes with pork bacon and scarmbled eggs drizzled with her top-secret mable syrup *the boy got himself some bad blood, wolf teeth, soft lip and a real nice ******* face*

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Mar 29, 2015

Mar 29, 2015 at 1:43 AM UTC

CasuallyMajestic

the boy next door

he got some bad blood running up his veins he got some wolf teeth tearing up that lace like that he got some soft lips kissing the mayors no good ***** rotten rich teenage daugther, with her red lips and her bad intensions he got himself a real nice face smiling like that, getting 20 percent off addi mays special pancakes with pork bacon and scarmbled eggs drizzled with her top-secret mable syrup *the boy got himself some bad blood, wolf teeth, soft lip and a real nice ******* face*

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its almost unearthing so many facets of life, the one undeserving thats the moment we choose cuts like a butter knife its our line on my table that crossed his mind not a book or fable just rides her spines like the co-withoutcane or able mouths the time and only ***** her navel paths or signs **** deals or crime alpine 12 box right out of the green outback called her mable youre just a dangerous ***** and i want faithful slavery for sin ninja i just want to be forgiven im dressed in black waiting for the hurst im the one in the back tempted to call for an angel reminisce on girls that loved **** and just went with it even tho it hurts youre now thinking so thats why this ***** mother ******* in church resting his hands on mother mary is how it works? grab them beads for god and shove them wear it bursts im not hating on any religion its just faith isnt worth mentioning without some questioning to listening im not saying anything is forbidden go ahead hold your books in the air call me none christian show me god and how much you care i doubt he listens go home and practice the same or just realize you are like everyone else and we dont know who to blame for why were so ****** up not sane but thats why i choose to remain my claim as the only thing not pure or plain

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Mar 4, 2014

Mar 4, 2014 at 12:23 AM UTC

zachary-2

rides her spine

its almost unearthing so many facets of life, the one undeserving thats the moment we choose cuts like a butter knife its our line on my table that crossed his mind not a book or fable just rides her spines like the co-withoutcane or able mouths the time and only ***** her navel paths or signs **** deals or crime alpine 12 box right out of the green outback called her mable youre just a dangerous ***** and i want faithful slavery for sin ninja i just want to be forgiven im dressed in black waiting for the hurst im the one in the back tempted to call for an angel reminisce on girls that loved **** and just went with it even tho it hurts youre now thinking so thats why this ***** mother ******* in church resting his hands on mother mary is how it works? grab them beads for god and shove them wear it bursts im not hating on any religion its just faith isnt worth mentioning without some questioning to listening im not saying anything is forbidden go ahead hold your books in the air call me none christian show me god and how much you care i doubt he listens go home and practice the same or just realize you are like everyone else and we dont know who to blame for why were so ****** up not sane but thats why i choose to remain my claim as the only thing not pure or plain

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a auntie mable said to me said they would hang me.. coming from wales and poetically placed (her lilting prophesy common amid family..) b i was bemused at the time we sat in the bar..red wine dribbled off her chin she ****** back in hang me why she knew not why why is a sin why is a sin boy..

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Jan 12, 2019

Jan 12, 2019 at 6:43 AM UTC

michael-john

auntie mabel

a auntie mable said to me said they would hang me.. coming from wales and poetically placed (her lilting prophesy common amid family..) b i was bemused at the time we sat in the bar..red wine dribbled off her chin she ****** back in hang me why she knew not why why is a sin why is a sin boy..

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Nasty ol' Mable Was rude at the table To her parents and brother and sis For her to behave was the one thing they craved For it was they're only wish Mashed potatoes on the door Green beans on the floor Oh what were they going to do Though they had wept They had to accept That the girl was only two

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May 14, 2014

May 14, 2014 at 5:47 PM UTC

addieg

Mable

Nasty ol' Mable Was rude at the table To her parents and brother and sis For her to behave was the one thing they craved For it was they're only wish Mashed potatoes on the door Green beans on the floor Oh what were they going to do Though they had wept They had to accept That the girl was only two

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yesterday we used to pray today you say it ought not be that way I was born in the gutter my mother was a ***** she sold her junk in the trunk in back of the liquor store I was raised by my grandma Mable feeding her dog underneath the table back then as a young G living came most naturally as the years would pass having every reason to grasp those silly days of my youth with the loose tooth shopping trips at the nearby mall playing bat and ball at the end of my street Pop Rocks those fancy socks eating candy with the dots loose lips sinks ships took some time to move those hips Went to high school thought I was way to cool smoking **** listening to boom box with Scot Lerock block parties that where it began the day I became a man working on my tan selling dope down at the 8th Street Station getting busted by the cops doing time made a name for myself on the streets The hustler was soon released had the best of suits but a noose around my neck What the heck had to put things in check Had my mind on my money but my money was gone Until that day I went to church payed a visit with the savior Now I get high with the Lord up in the sky No fly by or getting shot in the eye God is good to those who love & put him first Most of my friends were in the back seat of a hearst The moral of this dope joint is have faith in God Forget about your good for nothing friends yet who are they anyway Let us learn to stay humble everyday and bow the knee to pray Couldn't share my story any other way

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Jul 29, 2017

Jul 29, 2017 at 6:48 PM UTC

mario-william-vitale

The Hustler

yesterday we used to pray today you say it ought not be that way I was born in the gutter my mother was a ***** she sold her junk in the trunk in back of the liquor store I was raised by my grandma Mable feeding her dog underneath the table back then as a young G living came most naturally as the years would pass having every reason to grasp those silly days of my youth with the loose tooth shopping trips at the nearby mall playing bat and ball at the end of my street Pop Rocks those fancy socks eating candy with the dots loose lips sinks ships took some time to move those hips Went to high school thought I was way to cool smoking **** listening to boom box with Scot Lerock block parties that where it began the day I became a man working on my tan selling dope down at the 8th Street Station getting busted by the cops doing time made a name for myself on the streets The hustler was soon released had the best of suits but a noose around my neck What the heck had to put things in check Had my mind on my money but my money was gone Until that day I went to church payed a visit with the savior Now I get high with the Lord up in the sky No fly by or getting shot in the eye God is good to those who love & put him first Most of my friends were in the back seat of a hearst The moral of this dope joint is have faith in God Forget about your good for nothing friends yet who are they anyway Let us learn to stay humble everyday and bow the knee to pray Couldn't share my story any other way

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Well I can't be the man of your dreams, But I can drag you out of deep. Show you shady lights and gleams, Pull you out of sleep. Well I can't give you fields of gold, Ain't no diamonds out of fable, But I can keep you out of cold, With you my heart is so much mable. And if you close the doors, I'll never see the light again. This shiny smile of yours, It causes agony and pain. Don't you see you are my dope And when I fall you are my rope. In darkest days and deepest ponds Don't leave me, don't take away my hope! Oh, when you leave there is no life, There's only shadow of my heart. Inside of me there is a strife Which is tearing me apart. And if you close the doors, I'll never see the light again. This shiny smile of yours, It causes agony and pain.

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Jun 3, 2015

Jun 3, 2015 at 6:18 AM UTC

AlexB

Shadow of my heart

Well I can't be the man of your dreams, But I can drag you out of deep. Show you shady lights and gleams, Pull you out of sleep. Well I can't give you fields of gold, Ain't no diamonds out of fable, But I can keep you out of cold, With you my heart is so much mable. And if you close the doors, I'll never see the light again. This shiny smile of yours, It causes agony and pain. Don't you see you are my dope And when I fall you are my rope. In darkest days and deepest ponds Don't leave me, don't take away my hope! Oh, when you leave there is no life, There's only shadow of my heart. Inside of me there is a strife Which is tearing me apart. And if you close the doors, I'll never see the light again. This shiny smile of yours, It causes agony and pain.

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once our auntie mable spake unto me they, unbeknownest, would hang me and then she so riddled as to the whys and when as faith, chaff me not,and i will tell thee child,tis but a sin,to ask,verily.. for i was only a boy.. nine or ten or so in truth for i have forgotten but that which remains in my memory why..and transfixed by ruby drops of wine that cascaded from off her lily white chin as she drank and ****** in lost residues as the last **** and the barman calls time as it seems that such loss has turned to wine in vino there is love and veritas..

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Jan 12, 2019

Jan 12, 2019 at 9:31 AM UTC

michael-john

once our auntie mable spake unto me

once our auntie mable spake unto me they, unbeknownest, would hang me and then she so riddled as to the whys and when as faith, chaff me not,and i will tell thee child,tis but a sin,to ask,verily.. for i was only a boy.. nine or ten or so in truth for i have forgotten but that which remains in my memory why..and transfixed by ruby drops of wine that cascaded from off her lily white chin as she drank and ****** in lost residues as the last **** and the barman calls time as it seems that such loss has turned to wine in vino there is love and veritas..

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Winter stands on flat frozen feet. Cold circles swirl, move and in daylight masquerade.I am blinded by the stinging swirl. Here, near my window, the cat's bowl rests on the dark plank floor This season's Specter, the Ghost days wipe all memory of high soft summer winds, a deep water, strong and free summertime songs. May I be patient with this winter cold mutt of a gun down on the wide hipped grey trench which in summer feeds my poetry. You may ask why I seldom write these days. I wait for you. I warm that for which you are not responsible. But like Mable in my poems you sing. Caroline Shank 2.10.22

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Feb 10, 2022

Feb 10, 2022 at 8:53 PM UTC

Carolineshank

Winter

Winter stands on flat frozen feet. Cold circles swirl, move and in daylight masquerade.I am blinded by the stinging swirl. Here, near my window, the cat's bowl rests on the dark plank floor This season's Specter, the Ghost days wipe all memory of high soft summer winds, a deep water, strong and free summertime songs. May I be patient with this winter cold mutt of a gun down on the wide hipped grey trench which in summer feeds my poetry. You may ask why I seldom write these days. I wait for you. I warm that for which you are not responsible. But like Mable in my poems you sing. Caroline Shank 2.10.22

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my grandfather a liverpudlian bus driver sat of an ev´en in the kitchen and vehemently demanded right of way before god and man.. (or so it is recorded..) i recall him being smaller- a darkness before a mirror putting lard on his hair- a prerequisite to exhausted sleep in his favorite armchair.. we,his family would gather.. (round..) grandfather duly revisited his day he bucked and contorted.. a scissored hand a pedestrian.. his slippered feet sort break and clutch but performed a little known dance instead.. with an all change he´d swung into position: babe in arms halfpastthree sidewinder.. onetime he slept with his knees on the floor and his head under the cover.. auntie mable was nearly ill with suppressed laughter.. children,can of course be fearful moralists... tired of the humiliation i released a guffaw.. that was the kind of little boy i was.. priggish but thought an idiot.. the adults groaned.. grandfather opened a beautiful pale blue eye.. later,in the garden in the day light he said he and i could be great friends...

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Sep 9, 2017

Sep 9, 2017 at 6:15 AM UTC

michael-john

my grandfather.

my grandfather a liverpudlian bus driver sat of an ev´en in the kitchen and vehemently demanded right of way before god and man.. (or so it is recorded..) i recall him being smaller- a darkness before a mirror putting lard on his hair- a prerequisite to exhausted sleep in his favorite armchair.. we,his family would gather.. (round..) grandfather duly revisited his day he bucked and contorted.. a scissored hand a pedestrian.. his slippered feet sort break and clutch but performed a little known dance instead.. with an all change he´d swung into position: babe in arms halfpastthree sidewinder.. onetime he slept with his knees on the floor and his head under the cover.. auntie mable was nearly ill with suppressed laughter.. children,can of course be fearful moralists... tired of the humiliation i released a guffaw.. that was the kind of little boy i was.. priggish but thought an idiot.. the adults groaned.. grandfather opened a beautiful pale blue eye.. later,in the garden in the day light he said he and i could be great friends...

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