"meetup" poems
here is now
to what the
heck?
jump out of this year
with that old joint attitude
and leave a mark
like it's too hot for me.
so quickly
that burden ate.
loved the way
he operates.
won't let us help.
needed it.
sounded good.
man, what's wrong with less?
let's meet up again sometime soon.
after a few more questions.
let's meetup somewhere
between
two am
and
here.
Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 6:24 AM UTC
I've known you for 70 days
Within those 70 days
I've grown interest in you
I've fallen in love with you
I've become happier when I'm with you
I've started to miss you
I wanted us to be more than friends
But it took us 70 days
To fall apart
70days is such a short period of time
But the bond we had
The countless meetup and calls we shared
Was worth more than 70days
But i guess we weren't faithed to be together
Yet
Those 70days i had with you
Was the greatest moment I've ever had
And I'll never forget a single day
It took me 70days to fall in love
And 70days to fall out of love
May 28, 2019
May 28, 2019 at 11:18 AM UTC
Weather tight
mist roaming over
ineptitudes follows
waterfalls and serpentines.
All would be good with crampons, boots and fleece,
if prior instructions were followed
but with a misfit Meetup group
half are experienced
the rest are the stuff of strugglers
break or make every one of them
on the Brecon Beacons
Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 4:03 PM UTC
With Google Maps
Of subway tracks
I walked into the world
To kicks and claps
Of Spotify tracks
I walked and bopped and whirled
Off to see my Meetup friends
To the show from Last.fm
It's sad I couldn't be Foursquare mayor
But at I least I got some XM
They wouldn't get me YouTube likes
But I managed to get some Snaps
My Facebook mood was kinda rude
So I posted on YikYak
Waiting, I swiped right on Tinder
Emojis, and flirting ensued
She sent me her Tumblr, I reblogged her gifs
I asked her to Kik me a ****
Waiting, I browsed around Etsy
Posted the cool stuff to /r/pics
Got x-posted to karmaconspiracy
Was all “NAH MY GF MADE THIS"
Back IRL, ran into coworkers
They asked if I’d go down east side
I mulled it over briefly and then
I simply replied
I'll do it for the Instagram
I do it for the Vine
My phones got charge
My credits got charge
Lets go and leave it behind
I'll see it for the Periscope
I'll think it for the Tweet
And as soon as I get my Watch
Maybe I'll have a heartbeat
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 4:43 PM UTC
I’ll take the honey over vinegar
Why shake it when you can stir
Ain’t nothing in this life for free
But I beg your differ, pardon me
If I Could just steal a quick second of your time
A Nonverbal marathon, leaves a panting mime
We may land the chance, we may cheat fate
Take my hand, let’s dance and eat, it’s a date
But with a perfect first night, so very complete
How can any other time even dare to compete
We all just need a little great company to
borrow....
Starting a meetup group for procrastinators tomorrow.....
Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 2:26 PM UTC
She had a beautiful smile.
It made a glow in the country darkness.
She was unconventional for a city girl.
She wanted to live in a village.
In the openness of a community.
Farm in the morning
And take a nap in the afternoon
Under a tree.
She didn’t like the buzz in the city
Nor the honk in traffic during rush hour.
She preferred the peace of the village
And the mooing of cows just before dusk.
She wanted a life there. In my village.
Wrapped in traditional fabric — leso
And traditional ornaments adorning
Her hair, her ears and her neck.
Her thirst quenched by River Nam’s cool waters.
She wanted all that but not for herself alone.
She wanted it with me.
I was a village boy in the city.
The city lights shone life into me.
The buzz in the streets kept me alive.
I wanted to live here.
Go to work in the morning
Meetup at the coffee house in the evening
Retreat to the gated community by nightfall.
I didn’t like the routine of the village
Nor the darkness when night came.
I felt neat under the suits
And accomplished wearing leather strap watches.
The ice cold bottled water always felt redeeming
And take out felt like living the dream.
I wanted a life here, with her by my side.
But I left it all for the village
Jun 23, 2019
Jun 23, 2019 at 3:22 PM UTC
The main reason I've tried around five new recipes a week
and all of a sudden enjoy cooking
and the reason I've bitten my nails down to bone
and texted my good friends way too many times
fragmented and weeping with questions
and the reason I've listened to podcasts minute after minute
and audiobooks
and ******* Damien Rice's creepy voice saying the words **** you
over and over again
and have a wishlist on every overpriced bohemian rag site
and entered multiple contests guessing Bon Jovi's lyrics
to win 50 dollars to Applebees
and the reason I drink red white and blue ****** can after can
after hours that end with "AM"
and the reason I don't feel like hearing my client's problems
and catch myself in fantasies about running away or climbing up into trees and staying there for months
and the reason I go to angry slam poetry events by myself
and watch Sarah Silverman crying on the television
and snorting coke
or scrub my gums until they bleed
to taste the iron with those perfectly prepared meals
I even thought about joining a meetup group
instead I just met up with my therapist and noticed she's wearing the same sweater I am
What the hell is she going to be able to do for me?
Take my seventy dollars and run
and I keep edibles harbored in the corner of my cheek
saving the ounces for the most destitute of moments
when I hear I have to eat lunch with my in-laws at Red Robin
and be blinded by their white supremacy
That's when I get ****** as ****
and find it all funny
and the reason I sprint into the woods at night and look up at the stars
sweaty and haunted
and the reason I keep "getting lost" on my way home from work
and stalk my ex-boyfriend's babies on Facebook
and wet the pages of Charles Bukowski
and then watch his documentary and scream at the TV in horror
and the reason I buy bags and bags of peanut butter stuffed pretzels
and my laugh sounds unnervingly different every day, as if my role keeps changing from **** to lesbian to raging feminist to kitschy wife lover to Eskimo to poet
is due to the fact that I am in a long distance relationship with my own life
my own soul
my screaming energy and robustness
my color
and craving.
Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 8:58 PM UTC
what is it
to be human
to uphold justice and the land
to live to be the earth a flower bed
as in love of chivalry
to be the positive force of nature
to live to rule within a force called humanity
where does the time go oh life so busy
so full the desire for love as living
a life performed to stand up to survival
and know the nectar the pollen given for the living
a brain the will of a sixth sense
more strength then muscle to solve
the needs the meetup round a bouts chance encounters
mates family friends acquaintances of survival
to think and perform with the blessings of humanity
a survival system to live eternity in nature
We the flowers of all Earth species blooming
living and dying as their existence ritualizes
a mona lisa smile an *****
like a turtle to a hare to carry on
defiantly smiling holding firm
pacifist-ism awaiting
while a snake-tongue flickering **** retentive greed
waiting on the Star sun the green new deal
lets put all people shapes sizes to work now
the order of greening the economy !!!!
gives you the right to a job at a living wage
the guarantees of society
an economy that runs on flower power
on 100% wind water and sun the sustainable
energy-efficient public utilities and transportation system
all energy runs clean and renewable
it means we feed people a sustainable organic
created food system which is local plant based food
We stop pollution by greening energy
transition to green economy enormous health care
savings switching from sick-care medicine to health care
world clean energy and real food no additives
that collects and kills you
this the evolution gjmars 7/7/15
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 10:34 PM UTC
these poised and
neverending hands
pruning the take away.
stalwart seasons refreshed
by definable lines.
meetup at bounty.
Feb 23, 2020
Feb 23, 2020 at 1:58 AM UTC
I am in the white room
Like Neo
Neo in the white room
I like that movie
The matrix
I always felt that this place
Was like a dream
Is it real
Or is my brain in a vat?
It's real
Strange though
A persistent dream
This life
You know when spend your days alone
Your years alone
You realize
The human need for companionship
I laughed at the movie Sideways
I saw a guy on the elliptical
Watching the second playing of it
On the same channel
He was laughing too
I would have liked to talk about the movie with him
But he was busy
Doing his own thing
Everyone is on their iPhone
Or doing their own thing
And that's fine
Can't go out
No money to meet people
That meetup site
Hmm maybe I'll try there
Went hiking with a neighbor recently
A least I have people here
Who enjoy my works
I'll just keep writing here
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 7:00 PM UTC
Can’t sleep as usual, mind full of racing thoughts
Scattered and unusable, but I must connect dots
Dreams are delusional, paralyzed stomach knots
Life is quite amusable, eternal electric Alan Watts
Searching for meaning in this forever fleeting
Deceiving the future and constantly competing
Passed last stop for gas running late for meeting
Presently stuck in a moment and it’s so defeating
So what do you do?
Well… I change my tone to match the question and try and avoid the slightest detection of my macro case of dereliction by trying to fit into this new unnatural selection. How about you?
Oh me…. I’m an administrative associate’s assistant advisor to the senor executive director of advanced growth and analytics but….
In my free time I also dabble as a life coach consultant and a freelance enthusiast, who doubles as a self loathing soothsayer who’s also exultant towards psychic’s and any genie’s wish and I pose as a ****** analyst just to credibly prognosticate the general gist of horror scopes…I know it all sounds pretty… prophetic, but I always act humble and keep it 100 % copacetic
So if you’re making a list, wondering where all your time went, or just one of my many haters
Go ahead and get ****** later, because I’m also the president of the meetup group for ……Procrastinators.
Apr 22, 2024
Apr 22, 2024 at 3:55 AM UTC