"mitty" poems
[begin transmission]
Little mean marble,
the grasshopper lies heavy,
riding storms
and trailing winds,
eating dystopia
right out of the box
suns and daughters
of the cataclysm
sit about a space
cadet's campfire,
hints of alien sand
in their voices
it so oddly resembles
vast outland libretto,
that breathe of menace,
inside sojourners
holding tickets to ride
tramlines on shuttle days
swarming with
Walter Mitty groupies
and econowives,
transporting **** rapture,
and/or reproduction to worlds
of public domain
one day we'll settle here,
one day, with bowed heads,
we'll kiss the splendor
of its red ruination
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May 10, 2021
May 10, 2021 at 8:21 AM UTC
Who is seeking fairytales
Of summer skies and garden snails
With oyster shells,
And holding hands.
Fair ladies with long golden tresses.
Wearing loud azure satin dresses.
With princes and gnomes with big fancy homes.
Wicked witches and Walter Mitty.
Yells his lies.
Then we sit and wonder why.
We ever sought fairytales at all.
Still waiting for true love to call.
Off we go
Another ball.
A ball and chain with business brains.
Never no more, never again.
(c)Livvi
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 5:44 AM UTC
I saw you for the first time
Behind a screen
Dressed in grey.
Brown and beautiful,
and a wearing a beanie
It was your crown
You smiled at times
And I stared in awe
My screen screamed snapshot
But I was to grasped in the moment to think
My heart beated furiously
Intoxicated by a fiery passion
Then on one faithful day
I saw you
You experience me
I layed down my lips
On thine lips of my craving
Two heart beating for you
For only one that satisfies me
I am facing you
And you, my shoe
Blushing and cringing
I lift up your face;
exquisite; a light in the dark.
I kiss you one time,
and I say to you these lines,
Come with me
Your hipster man
and hold on tight
Grip my hipster hand
Stand close to me
My hipster bride
As you my love
Swiftly hug me tight.
Our hipster heaven
Is sealed off tight
A world unknown
In my hipster mind.
Your sweet hipster lips
Press against oh me, oh my
This is where feels come from.
Shutting you up one kiss at a time
With hipster might.
Your hipster lips
Wage war with mine.
Compassionately
The freedom of my hipster mind.
We are conscience now.
We love; ebullient.
Perfectly written
To excogitate.
I love you more than
Your hipster mind can comprehend.
It can't ever be put in words.
You're my hipster wife.
I'm your one true love and..
..your hipster husband.
You hipster lips.
I hunger for, i'm starving.
My hipster source of hipster life.
I feed you love.
You are always first.
Living like mitty
Means nothing to me
If you aren't happy.
Living mitty with me.
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 8:21 PM UTC
How a humble son of Scotland
Fought to enviable height
First a paratrooper captain
Then as a British knight
This witty chap from Glasgow
Loaned himself, a decorated past
From Distinguished Service Order
To NATO's advisory cast
As the press took him in notice
His wiki posts drew no pity
As with his tale of valour
He was defamed: "Sir Walter Mitty"
Nov 12, 2019
Nov 12, 2019 at 10:48 PM UTC
This one is for the dreamers, the Walter Mitty(s), star-gazers
People who never stop going after the infinite possibilities in the world
No dream is too big,
Keep your head up and follow what you believe in
Nor the dreamer is too small
Never stop chasing everything you've imagined
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 10:18 PM UTC
a bean or a pod having motivation inside recreating
life more energetic and clever than any parent
then get ate or flushed down ten million toilets
infiltrate society with words because it is in sewers
sanguine and quixotic indifferent
a breath is toxic to me
I venture Walter Mitty like fantasies theorize
tomorrow when I forgot yesterday,
introduce substances to discourse entertainers
abstract the emphasis transcendentally
blue-sky enterprises authentically created as I
turn around and cry.
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 11:19 PM UTC
oh drat,
you are reading this,
my little kitty ditty,
jinxing my super duper secret plan,
my walter mitty,
if no one reads this pretty
then the algo-rhythm
sure to pick me out of sympathy
to be the
poem-of-the-day!
so thanks for nothing, Jinxy McJinxFace!
do not give me away
with a finger or a heart,
lest the algo smells a rat
realizing that I am artificially intelligent too!
Ogdiddy Nash
Dec 9, 2017
Dec 9, 2017 at 2:44 PM UTC
The night sky is only half as pretty
When you're not with me to help me see it
Let's be spontaneous, just like Mitty
Greenland and Iceland, randomly flee it
Let's just pack our bags and head for a spot
Anywhere different and anywhere new
Like a whirlwind we'll head out on the dot
Just so long as I'm venturing with you
Alas we are halted; big dreams, too young
All our adventures seem based in uptown
And this stark reality is what stung
Because being contained can bring you down
No matter the wait, we'll get out of here
And head someplace new; adventure is near
Jan 11, 2014
Jan 11, 2014 at 7:43 PM UTC
Topics Two!
Of milkshakes and muppets.
And tragedy puppets.
Of flowers and showers.
And wiled away hours.
Of words of cruel tongues.
Obscuring our sons.
Of beer and fear.
And crazy rein deer.
Of Christmas gifts.
And crazy rifts.
Usually start at Christmas time.
Christmas spirits or maybe wine.
Of kings and queens.
And stupid scenes.
In Shakespear to endear.
Of drama.
And armour.
The knight's kitted out.
Of nightmares and scares.
And one who cares.
But noticed never not!
Of fears and tears.
And dogs and cats.
Wearing floppy hats.
Of nature.
And bees
And maturities kisses.
We hope no-one misses our words.
Always read.
Occasionally heard!
We pen another scatty ditty.
Because we live in fantasy.
A world of Walter Mitty!
That's a poet 's point of view.
Penned on here.
Just for you!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 11:16 AM UTC
I understood I would never marry,
buy a house, have kids,
mow the lawn on Saturday,
wash cars, clean the pool.
I had an atypical plan,
thinking back, for my life:
a wanderer, adventurer or pilgrim
without want of firm roots.
Each destination a chance happening,
an introduction to the unexamined.
Sidewalks, cafes, alleyways, and life
being lived, journaled for remembrance.
The North Country, New York;
Watertown, Carthage, Clayton and Ogdensburg,
strolling their streets dripping
history and memoirs never told.
Lassoing thoughts from wild conversation
with caffeinated coffee shop poets,
struggling with Calvinistic thought streams
and priests in moments of doubt.
My theories in marble.
Gently chiseled with each interaction,
chipped, thoughts evolve
leaving inference among spilt beans.
All memories and dreams mingle.
l hold them gently.
As midnight creeps I’m untethered,
drifting from the shoal once more.
Suddenly I sense wonder:
The Appalachian Trail at Katahdin,
Continental divide at Loveland Pass,
Mount Hood from Pacific Crest.
Have you ever witnessed
views of Mojave’s Kelso Dunes?
Felt the Great Basin’s rainshadow chill,
or contemplated Joshua Trees in prayer?
Often the life of could have been
is more lucid than I am,
kneeling gnarled,
pulling obstinate weeds.
Shallow breath’d and gazing… scanning
my cut grass, clear pool,
a loving wife, adoring children,
my home…
This man,
mind wandering,
acquiesces,
to clarity of thought.
I would have… could have
been that man, that other life,
a Walter Mitty dreaming
a life; mine.
May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 5:05 PM UTC
they said she was a dreamer
no clouds to veil her thoughts
a fantasy believer
her mind a maze of knots
she loved to live in make believe
talking to her porcelain kitty
thrilling stories she could weave
a pint-sized Walter Mitty
dreams can change as we grow
so it was for her
imagined prince became a beau
Oz became Big Sur
childhood fancies may pass away
with little pain or strife
but adult hopes, should they betray
can leave a wound for life
so many ways that dreams can die
some peaceful and humane
some burn out, or with a sigh
others outright slain
dreams can turn to nightmares
some live past their death
haunting those who called them theirs
once precious as each breath
but dreams can holy grace receive
and dreams can live again
hearts can heal, no longer grieve
and faith not be in vain
dreams can live on love alone
dreams shared grow stronger still
a dream fulfilled can be a home
or a castle on a hill
Dec 26, 2018
Dec 26, 2018 at 10:16 PM UTC
I have started writing about you but trust me I don't know where to start from ??????
shall I write about the eagerness I see in ur eyes when you want to know something ????????
or the starry eyes which twinkles by seeing audi/bmw……….
or the plesk eyes which want to play a prank…….
Or the innocent eyes which stare at me like kid ...
or the bold eyes which make me stammer..
As the time passes I fall fr u more n more …
You are a black hole the more I try to escape that deeper I ruse…
You are a never ending mystery ,
spending a life with u would be like discovering something new every day like a revive day…
You are badass and at the same time u r babish....
You are walter mitty at the same time u r tidy..
sometimes I laugh by seeing at u the way u behave and at very moment I think how can she be so **** flawless as well as serious..
you make me feel butterflies in stomach as well as gets me Goosebumps..
Your words are harmonious..
You are chivalrous
You are cascade
You are cashmere
You are graceful
You are aerial
You are daring
You are head strong
You are the Silver Lining of the cloud
You are like a Shakespeare play the more I get closer to u that more I get jumbled up…..
You have got so many faces or it’s al because of ur expressions they are so real that they put me in a situation to think is it u or some other gal m talking about.??????
Who You Are?
I will say the most beautiful gal as well as the perfectly complex gal I have ever met.
The happiness I feel by seeing the summer rain is much more than the way I feel when I m with you………….
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 12:25 PM UTC
Love lay dormant.
Neath near extinct volcano.
Fire from earths bowels.
Curtsying, the delicate female form, confesses to the sorrow of a million sins.
Archangels dance in celebration in collaboration, at dinner for the dragon given in the form of fallen gift.
Dragon kind screams at hearing lady wail, the whirling maiden impaled hung upon the spikes of a hundred shards of disrespect.
She was to be fodder for the dragon.
The dragon, he did so take pity.
The dragon lived in fantasy land.
His title was Sir Walter Mitty.
(c) Livvi
Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 8:15 AM UTC
Life is just some work in the offing
The banging of nails in your new pinewood coffin
The last drizzling drops in a bottle of wine
And the final knockings on the edge of all time.
For twenty five years you can wallow in pity
Get ****** in the city and think yourself pretty
Walk through the streets like a neat Walter Mitty.
After another twenty five years you start going to seed
You find that you need a hand up the ladder
Nothing is sadder.
But you struggle along trying to right any wrongs
Your reading tastes change along with the style of the songs
That you listen to now
And you know most of the why's you're just not sure of the how.
Then comes the descent
One day you stand tall the next you are crooked and bent
And everyone looks younger
But you've done all of that and you no longer hunger
For the sparkles of youth and you know that's the truth.
Because that's just some work in the offing.
Jan 31, 2013
Jan 31, 2013 at 8:32 PM UTC
"People Live their Lives bound by what they accept
As correct and true,
Not the incorrect or the probabilities
Of something...
That is how they define Reality."
But what does it mean to be correct or true?
They are merely vague concepts...
Their Reality may all be a mirage.
Can we consider them to be simply living,
In their own world, shaped by their beliefs?
"What if we are living in a world of phony-mitty,
With pretentiousness while pretending?"
Nov 30, 2016
Nov 30, 2016 at 2:26 PM UTC
You are the most extraordinary person I know,
Because when you dream so big,
It might just happen.
But you have to start now,
In this moment,
Don't hesitate.
It's time to sail.
Mar 14, 2014
Mar 14, 2014 at 2:10 AM UTC
************
i've been looking for the
thousandth time over
the past three years
for this song! it was a regular
staple on the radio,
now i look like a redneck
having only chastised myself
with the names to be
kept aligned with a museum
memorisation tagging -
or as one says: CHIN CHOW MITTY TOWN
CHEAP TICKLISH,
or the variation of: HONG HI
WONKY PARA BELLA MA(H)'DE(H) ADRIFT;
cos it was never going to be
gig funny, funny enough
for a Reading' or Leeds' festivity.
Aug 25, 2016
Aug 25, 2016 at 9:50 PM UTC
My love looks like a choir boy tonight
His angelic voice lighten up the air waves
But he is in his sixty, a pensioner
His weaknesses make me strong
**To share your weakness is to make yourself vulnerable;
to make yourself vulnerable is to show your strength.” ~Criss Jami**
He looks like a teenager engage with his first crush
His low haircut and a soft whispering voice,
His only mission is to make me happy
My advice for him: comes from a quote
##To see the world, things dangerous to come to,
to see behind walls, to draw closer, to find each other and to feel.
That is the purpose of life.
The Secret Life of Walter Mitty**
I have a lot of admiration for my love
A wonderful man with potentials
Dec 21, 2017
Dec 21, 2017 at 7:46 PM UTC
Natural beauty doesnt attract attention.
I am out on this marvelous adventure,
and so often I narrow that down,
to work and ***
This adventure where,
in the same moment I am in,
so are people hiking up Everest.
But the money,
But requesting off work.
Is there really any good time to go,
to go and run?
But the sights,
But the experience,
Is there really any better reason?
The time is now,
and one more day here,
is
not
going
to
do
it
for
me. Hello, barren new world,
Let me be the one to scatter your seeds,
and make you wonderful.
The life is so full,
Why no drink from it.
The life is so vast,
Why not start now.
The life is motivational,
Why not lead.
Here I come, and
starting tonight, I am planning my next biggest adventure.
Tomorrow.
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 11:32 PM UTC
Look at me I'm Walter Mitty
Smartly dressed looking pretty
Dreaming dreams,dreams of love
Can I dance with you
Smartly dressed looking pretty
Hello beautiful I'm Walter Mitty
Dreaming of love,dreaming of you
Can I pinch a kiss
Kissing you,a lady with style
Kissing ones red ruby lips
Walter Is still day dreaming
Or has He just docked his ship
Hello everybody,Walter Mitty has found a lover
Plastered it all over face book,Twitter and all the other
Still he went on dreaming,still dreaming everyday
Now he's with his woman and both can dream away
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 9:50 PM UTC