"maroons" poems
It turned cold quickly
Almost skipping Autumn
Reluctant to wear a jacket
Or a hat, or gloves
Too distant for my arms
To keep him warm against my chest
He said he never wore a scarf
But if he did, he would go Dr. Who style
I had to laugh as i looked up the reference
Fifteen feet of mismatched stripes
Maybe not the stripes, he said
I happened upon a huge skein of yarn
It felt like a warm blanket in the oddest,
Most interesting colors
Manly, neutral, and perfect for Fall
So i crocheted a scarf and pictured him warm
The pattern in those colors was a mess
I chuckled at why they would make such an ugly pattern
I crocheted every stitch with love
Through arthritic hands that felt no pain
I crocheted a scarf, stopping only when it dragged the floor when i put it on
Two feet short, but ridiculously long
I bordered it in shades of green to match
Not realizing it was variegated into Brown's and maroons along the way
But it matched the odd mix of colors
And finally made it almost pretty to me
I covered myself in perfume
And put it around my neck
As I turned I caught a glimpse in the mirror
It wasn't a horrible amalgamation of hideous colors
It was camouflage, with a matching border
I laughed so hard, and felt so bad
My hillbilly in camouflage
Wearing a scarf way too long
Maybe he would hate it
Maybe he won't wear it
I knew better
So, I packed up his bag of gifts
And sent it to the frozen mountains
He never wore a scarf
He opened it and put it on
It smells like You, he said in blssful remembrances
It's definitely camouflage, he laughed
It's perfect baby, I'll wear it whenever it's cold
And in the picture he sent
I saw its beauty
It wasn't in the patterns of crisscrossing colors
It wasn't in the accidental way
The border perfectly complimented the body
It wasn't in the fact that he would be able
To wrap himself up in me to stay warm
It was in that picture
It was the joy that filled his smile
It was in his eyes that danced in love
It was in the fact that he believes
Because i made it, it's perfect
Yes, i accidentally crocheted a thirteen foot camouflage scarf
And he loves that I can keep him warm.
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 4:23 AM UTC
what I got was
a january smile
from a milkblooded boy.
if only the pearl of your teeth were
white as my eyes
deertail flash in the dark
and nowhere else to hide but
five a.m. sheets and the smell of
sunrise mumbles
toofast weightloss:
a late spring heart
is drenched with its
ripeness but
rots if you leave it to
the bees
then the summer desiccation becomes
winter starvation—
in between, autumn comes to
stay. purples, mostly
maroons moth
-eaten by the greengrass deadweight of
so many depetalled flowers. Midnight never strikes
soon enough.
there have been no doves for
weeks &
maybe longer than
that i haven’t
kept count
on you to teach me where they go when
the seasons change
but given time and
tide rips the
stains from your whites
so i with
patience await the
first frosts;
you are never far behind the
snow.
meanwhile your
jewel-studded eyes & corsair heart
glint in the moonlit touchmenot of your
faraway skin
keep your hair
shirt on.
Oct 7, 2012
Oct 7, 2012 at 3:20 AM UTC
few new words, here.
just the punk scene-
feral, free.
and the accompanying
knowledge that
others battle the tide, too,
mouths as salty with sea water.
others
giving to become,
dancing in the trenches,
transported beyond classroom cubicles
by the music of
celestial fabrics,
of me,
of me meeting you,
of whispers from the lips of
God.
we all set up shop there,
use intermittent sunlight
to grow and sell our bluebells,
our quirky flower children.
we all capture
the poetry of moments,
all maroons
in cozy sanctuaries
rich
with the music of
intuition, of
loss of pride, and
old book smells.
How Much Time
do i need for me,
really?
i want to sleep nights on Central Park benches.
i want to buy a bookstore.
i want to feel a horse between my thighs.
i want to drape myself in Moroccan silks.
Simple Solutions,
i'd like you to meet
Bureaucratic Barricades.
is there real need
for the two sides
to every coin
buried in bank vaults
and sock drawers?
but vessels to be
filled.
i want to reform the public education system.
i want to become a nun.
i want to be in the darkness with you.
i want to see unicorns.
just being (t)here,
lost in idealism
and the lines on my palms.
Jun 24, 2012
Jun 24, 2012 at 7:00 PM UTC
"YOU **** he flung at her.
It was more than a hundred times
He had thrown it into her face
And by this time it meant nothing to her.
She said to herself upstairs sweeping,
"Clocks are to tell time with, pitchers
Hold milk, spoons dip out gravy, and a
Coffee *** keeps the respect of those
Who drink coffee-I am a woman whose
Husband gives her a kiss once for ten
Times he throws it in my face, 'You slut.'
If I go to a small town and him along
Or if I go to a big city and him along.
What of it? Am I better off?" She swept
The upstairs and came downstairs to fix
Dinner for the family.
1.8k
The maroons scored the first try hooray hooray
It was converted oh yeah hooray
You see it went upstairs and it was decided the try is theirs
So the might of Queensland
Are the first scorers
But then after 5 minutes or so
The mighty blues scored their first and it was fun so fun
Will the blues win
Well that will only happen if
They can keep it up oh yeah
The score is 6-6
Then there was some silly moves but it was cool when the blues broke loose then the maroons broke loose
Until the blues broke loose to score an unconverted try
To make the score 10-6
Making Queensland lick their wounds
And just as the blues scored that try they took the ball and ran it down to score another try
To make it 16-6 poor buggery
Maroons what is happening
At present the blues are too good
And that was the lead at half time oh yeah and the maroons had a very close chance
But the blues are in front
Dude it is great
Can they keep it up oh yeah
Buckaluck
After a few of misses and mistakes the mighty Maroons
Are hoping to have started a small heart attack by racing in
With a converted a try to make the score 16-12 the crowd roar and cheer so loud
And let's hope this game doesn't disappoint the crowd
The blues make this slip up which could be bad for their chances of the second match
The score is still the blues up by 4
But more misses like that
Could be their destiny
It is touch and go for the blues cause the maroons are looking like overtaking the lead but the blues stopped them
As well as an injury to the maroons and this will
Make them conquer all
The hopeless blues knocks the ball on and the maroons get the ball back yeah
What is happening to those hopeless blues
The maroons scored a try to tie it up
And Thurston is the player to
Bring the maroons leading again
Yeah mate yeah he got the goal
18-16 to the maroons
What will the last 2 minutes hold yeah buddy boy the maroons are too strong and bold
As we draw the final curtain
The maroons came back to beat the blues 18-16
They were down by about 10
Mate but the pressure from the maroons was too strong
Cheer cheer the Queensland team the blues played like ****
But as that final
Curtain drew
Yeah we sink down our vb
Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 8:10 AM UTC
When the sky is dark and the moon is hidden,
When the deepness of the night threatens to consume me,
The feeling of solitude maroons me in a stormy ocean,
The weight of confusion and pain drags me down below the crashing tide.
The world seems to shrink as the water floods the mind,
The stinging salt burns the various wounds that cover my body.
My sanctum closes its doors and refuses me sanctuary,
I am forced to lay outside with the bitter **** left unwanted.
Hurt and morbid I find myself,
A miserable ghost of the proud, tall man I used to be.
My castle was burned and my throne was broken,
On the same night my queen disappeared in a flash of smoke and shadow.
Now, humbled and alone,
I return to the roots of my life to regain strength anew.
The mountains of my childhood rising above the valley,
The scent of belonging subtly clinging to the air,
A waking dream of the reminiscing bliss of my memory,
I have returned to the home my spirit was built in to mend my broken soul.
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 4:14 PM UTC
every which way and the colors
zing faster
still could you sticky note
me like candy down glass in a
rainstorm not wild
enough I'll just
take a quick breather and
we're back with
all reds and maroons, learning to
tell the difference between (frustrated maverick
painters in wetsuits) and bridges and icicles
warm to the touch, is it too
much
to linger on
here with the water?
but keep your head down or you'll
drown in the bundles of
soft pressure backwards
with live culture hands
Sep 4, 2012
Sep 4, 2012 at 10:02 PM UTC
In carnage memories mourn their loved ones
Rage boils over the top of the cooking ***
And genocide fits only the ideologies mad men
People
Are not
Good
To each other
We
Create policies
Supporting a mind
So twisted
So dark
So far gone
The only
Light to
Reach it is
A spark from
A gun of
A Revolution
How did humanity grow so weak
To turn so quickly to hate through violence?
How does humanity not see in the
Flickering eyes of the dead our communion?
How does humanity not feel the screams
That echo silently below our trembling feet?
The past
Is now present
The fight
Has a new face
Bullets are
Pixilated
Transformed
Ordered &
Backordered
On sale at
Half - Price
When bought
In Bulk
There is no message
That has not yet
Been said
There have been marches,
Rallies, songs, poems,
Dances, deaths, burnings, battles,
Readings, money making, publishing,
Shooting, knifing, bleeding, gouging,
And destroying all in the name
Of the message
And as the naked children
Of Eden weep -
Their home once flourishing,
Flagrant, lined with grass speckled
With crystalline dew -
Smells now of smoldering
Grey plumes of poisonous maroons
We,
We humanity,
Show no shame
In our pressed suits
Or clear magazines or golf carts
Or gold plated teeth
We have forgotten
Humanity
For the pleasure
Of our own
Selfishness stinks
Like diamonds
And fresh bread and
Nail Polish
Time
Does not
Care for
Us
Yet we
Care so deeply
For It
Time cares for us
Like we care
For the ant
Or the fly who buzzes
And we swat away
Without hint of an emotion
The wind blows
As the first rain of
Spring starts to sprinkle
On the cobble stones
Of a city spared
For their branded cowardice
The eyes blink
The clouds dissolve
The moon cracks for
One last time
As the
Fading music
In a
Near-by cafe
Comes to a dry
Empty
Silence
Apr 24, 2012
Apr 24, 2012 at 3:27 PM UTC
the african sky,
red and amber,
and sickly sweet,
send off the day,
in a inferno of sun and cloud.
the oranges and maroons,
caress my eyes,
and lull my mind
into a serene meditation.
and then i think of you,
and i remember how many times,
the fading light of day,
was something we shared.
and now,
the colours drain away,
and the cold crawls up my calves,
and the memories a bitter pill.
you stole this from me,
a love i had of a beatifull dusk.
a gift from the sky,
to envelop my senses.
you plundered something so sacred,
and engraved your name upon it.
so that i can only see you,
when the day draws closed.
you give and take,
you are a frantic tide.
a dark vacuum,
devouring my light.
and i let you.
Jan 26, 2010
Jan 26, 2010 at 11:21 PM UTC
For awhile things were a greyscale.
I saw things on a scale from white to black. I thought the lighter the grey, the better I was feeling.
Then I met you and you made me see color. There were lavenders and turquoises and maroons and golds.
The greys were just a fog and you were the sun to clear it.
Jun 16, 2017
Jun 16, 2017 at 3:45 AM UTC
Needing no explanation, whispers disquiet
And the wind whispers quite ravingly
It tells torture of falling leaves to ground
Of simple browns that go unnoticed
Amongst golds, maroons, and half greens
That scintillate the eyes otherwise
And this Autumn looks forward to Winter
And death
Deciduous brown trunks and limbs
Stark against snowfall soon
Which dusts all evergreens
Telling them
Hold on until Spring
Yet, for the deciduous
Not all shall see through
This bitter cold that comes
Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 8:55 AM UTC
I see her in the east en'tring my world
Shining streams of optimism and hue
So bright a light, peaking like a turtle
Yellow and orange, with slight shades of blue
I see her right above me, en'tring noon
Bringing life from night to all those around
So we hit our peaks, albeit too soon
But the world turns, the sun starts to cast down
We get a beautiful sunset sight
Purples and maroons cover my dy'ng fate
Because even the day must turn to night
And before you love it all, it's too late
Just as ev'ry morn the sun comes to rise
So it sets, halting eternal demise
Oct 11, 2015
Oct 11, 2015 at 3:01 PM UTC
Lately it seems like everything is black and white
Like the hues of the greens and blues don't go quite right
As if the purples and reds in my head are out of sight
There are no oranges, pinks or teals in this life
The turquoise and maroons won't come out these nights
There isn't even grey, no matter how hard you fight
Because the world steals your color from time to time
Leaving you with nothing but some black and some white.
Jun 3, 2013
Jun 3, 2013 at 8:41 PM UTC
my skin is blue with depression
my breaths are yellow with anxiety
i bleed red from anger
and my heart is grey with apathy
i love in chocolate browns
i hurt in deep maroons
i sleep with the deepest of blacks
i speak with the quietest of greens
my shame is pale orange
a sickly, strange color
it coats my fingertips
and it hurts to look at
my fear is a midnight blue
soothing in its constancy
it sings to me in the ruddy moments
it calms me during the greyest of days
my loneliness is a royal purple
in the paintings of my youth
it stands out
it overpowers all other colors
i live in shades of colors
together they paint a picture
of a person
or, a palette
Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 5:51 PM UTC
the maroons and reds of your youth echoed in my heart creating a fire the aorta couldn't fathom
i watched you from greenhouses where flowers unveiled their beauty when you touched-
i can still see your eyes, dark, so dark where’d they go? why can’t i see the moon anymore?
me drinking cotton candy bullets as if you engraved my name in the single metal alloy
where is my name on your journals, i thought you said you loved me?
Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 7:53 PM UTC
"You know, this skirt used to be white."
She said, standing over the garden.
Her hands nervously straightened
the folds and creases and pleats.
The skirt was a little too long,
and trailed tattered in the dirt.
Her back was towards me
as she studied the coming evening.
"Then something red got mixed with the wash.
But I like it this way.
The way each fabric has a different shade of red."
There were maroons and pinks and purples,
layered as can only happen by chance.
I approached from behind, for the embrace,
and her hands rested on my hands
circumscribing her waist.
Not much was said.
Nothing needed to be said.
I went back inside to do the dishes
she sort of ambled close behind.
I don't know how the conversation started.
But there was a distant fogginess in her eye.
"It's just that I'm afraid of starting over.
I had made such great friends
and now we've all gone and scattered once again."
Her voice cracked and she blushed.
She excused herself, and slid into the bathroom.
Ah, but love, I've done the same as you.
When I left my home to chase after school.
Again, when I left school to wander down the road.
Again, when that road led me back to school.
Again, when I left town to chase a worldly life.
Every time I left dear friends, and lovers,
to chase some wild, cursory whim.
I was in my bedroom, cleaning up for the night.
I felt her presence approaching.
****** I just need you to hold me."
So I took her in my arms, and waited patiently.
Then she cried, and it was fine.
Nothing's wrong with weeping free.
We slept in each others arms that night
which was a strange occurrence for me.
Usually I'm wide awake with the rhythms
of breath and heart cycling beside.
She spoke in her sleep,
words which she didn't understand the next day.
They were simply one iteration of a single phrase:
"Thank you."
That's the closest she came to saying "good-bye."
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 4:41 PM UTC
People are like a white light from afar.
They all look the same at first glance.
But put them through a prism and see the rainbow that emerges.
The beauty tenfold.
Gorgeous contrasts and similar shades.
Angry reds and placid blues.
Marvelous purples, lilacs, and maroons.
Regal blacks and sunny yellows.
Delicate pinks and stormy greys.
A massive, unique array.
A symphony of feelings and thoughts.
Not always a pleasant one at that.
A plethora of choices and names.
Weeds and flowers.
Some are trees.
Solid and strong.
Unshakeable.
Sickly yellow.
Orange colored.
Bright and lively.
Green with envy.
Evergreen with wealth and youth.
Some are so bright.
Almost white, but alas those are only a few.
Feb 7, 2020
Feb 7, 2020 at 1:02 PM UTC
Why don’t you believe in Athena
When it comes to your teeth
Well, kind sir it is because
She is the god of war and not teeth
Why don’t you worry about
The chords all around
Well, kind sir it is a safety hazard you see
You could end up dead
Why don’t you like me sleeping
In my lounge room
Especially when it is more comfy for me
Well, kind sir I reckon we all
Should sleep in our bed
Why don’t you let me have expired tablets
I think they still ****** work
No, kind sir you will ***** like mad
And end up in the morgue
Why don’t you hate me eating chicken
Well past it’s prime
Well kind sir you will end up with saminella and others and it could be your time
Why don’t you feel sorry for tourists
On border security who have two bags of
Prohibited goods
Well, kind sir it damages our land
And that isn’t good
Why don’t you fell sorry for
The people on rbt or highway patrol
Because, kind sir they drive so dangerously
Really really really
Why don’t you like our prime minister
Even if he tries to mend ties
You see, kind sir a lot of us
Are really dying like flies
Why do you want criminals to get away with ****
Well, kind sir some people didn’t do their crime
Why don’t you like Facebook and Instagram you see
Because kind sir it is social media
And you must be careful you see
Why don’t you watch YouTube
With you relatives at your house
You see kind sir we don’t have much data
And squeezes us quiet as a mouse
Why don’t you get the data
By telling the internet provider you watch YouTube so you need more data
Well, kind sir I ain’t that interested in the things you are
Why don’t you support NSW
Instead of the maroons
But kind sir, I am loyal to Queensland
More so than the blues
Why do you like the queen
And at the same time want us to be a republic
Well kind sir I like the world
And everyone and thing in it
Oh yeah bow bow
Jul 4, 2022
Jul 4, 2022 at 4:54 AM UTC