"outrageously" poems
No, no, no, I know I was not important as I moved
Through the colourful country, I was but a single
Item in the picture, the name, not the beloved.
O tedious man with whom no gods commingle.
Beauty, who has described beauty? Once upon a time
I had a myth that was a lie but it served:
Trees walking across the crest of hills and my rhyme
Cavorting on mile-high stilts and the unnerved
Crowds looking up with terror in their rational faces.
O dance with Kitty Stobling I outrageously
Cried out-of-sense to them, while their timorous paces
Stumbled behind Jove's page boy paging me.
I had a very pleasant journey, thank you sincerely
For giving me my madness back, or nearly.
-Patrick Kavanagh
Copyright © Estate of Katherine Kavanagh
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Beat-Up Old Car
Vastly under-appreciated possession
In dull blue, a MK1, no less, with original rust
Inside lingering scents of Exchange and Mart
top-notes of WD-40 and miscellaneous mix tapes
A car like this gets into your life
in lumpy knuckle-barking unsubtle ways,
stays there in subtle ones
That long drive back to Yorkshire
in the quintessential exemplar
Clutch cable snaps.
****** and Crap.
Hardly helpful but can be accommodated
with enough thought
rough though it is
on starter motor
and nerves whenever
anticipatory powers inadequate
and we are forced
to a complete red-light stop
Brakes dodgier, exhaust noisier
than ideal or legal
Gender-ambiguous
elderly tyres flirt outrageously with slick tarmac
Showing their canvas underwear
and male-pattern baldness
Keeping this unstable, unsafe, unreliable
ultimately essential lump of metal
moving and on the road
is a fine art
Engaging, fluid and intense art;
The Clash and The Specials
Costello and The Cure in support
A distraction then
getting hauled over by plod
somewhere near Bury St. Edmunds
Thatcher's boys.
Tax? MoT? Insurance? ID?
No real interest shown
Any passengers in the back?
Clearly no. Pickets?
Pickets? What?
Please open the boot sir... Oh.
On your way lad. Drive carefully
I was, officer, I was
More than you will ever know
Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 9:52 AM UTC
*There was a road which led to a desolate hut
an outrageously long road, winding and rough
her ticklish humps and portholes made passengers laugh
whilst they cruised through the dusty dirt
upon that road which led to the desolate hut*
May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 4:32 AM UTC
Inspiration for true love, you always remain,
With your ineffable look and idyllic thoughts,
Your dulcet expressions are very iridescent,
When two lovers are kissing in garden.
Joyful love making in the dark deep forest,
You will never jilt our love, my heart sings,
My feelings jostle to get into your heart,
When rain drops are dancing with bubbles.
***** style you have with your frizzy hair,
Ebullient and effervescent flavor of your spirit,
Entice my lips to kiss you all over your body,
By the end of today, when the sun is setting.
Lullaby your heart croons sonorously for me,
You are light, love and life a lover always seeks,
My heart is fond of your rosy and lustful lips,
When rainbow is spreading its colorful emotions,
Mesmerize me by your marvelous appearance,
Your great reverence for love enrapture me,
And naughty actions of your lips stare at me,
When hailstorms are falling on the poor lovers.
Nurturing the love seeds, you sowed yesterday,
You shower your warmness on those seeds,
Are eager to dance with their kind partner,
When love season is reaching its adolescence.
One and only partner, this is you only darling,
Whom I so deeply and outrageously love,
And my baby heart always beats for you,
When snowy mountains stretch in **********
Passionate and pretty playmate you are,
The Most romantic words I can say to you,
My pride, joy and precious partner for ever,
And peep from the swarm of smitten blue sky.
Sep 6, 2016
Sep 6, 2016 at 8:11 AM UTC
I see it happening in all of the jumps and laughter of the little one,
He has been wronged by so many people and he can’t spell yet,
I can already see the anger and tears in his eyes beneath the smiles and warmth that lies alongside his innocence,
He’s finding outlets that society will judge and he’s already ignoring them when no one’s looking in pursuit to be himself to find heroes in this world who understand and won’t yell and judge,
He feels safe and home and in peace with the surroundings that bore him it is new,
So infatuated with subtleties that he unbeknownst to himself find solitude in joy,
The kid is outrageously confused, figuring things out that I hadn’t till the latter years and it is confusing,
It’s as if you know the future of the child already despite the choices and personality of the frail soul,
You know him in and out and the kid just wants to be a kid, have fun, and surrender to happiness and safety and home,
Well home is mobile, always on the move, home is fatherless with mother selling dope, home is little torturous yells that don’t ring with I Love Yous anymore, home is torn into pieces of I don’t cares, grow ups, and be a man,
Well if you should ever find yourself so unprotected, so delirious in thought that it pains in your gut and you can’t scream out with so much intensity as to bust a balloon with red, then say ok and move on. Say okay and move on,
Repeat the torture only in your head because you don’t have the right to live in abuse, you don’t have the right to be afraid, you don’t have the right to be misunderstood, you don’t have the right to cry yourself to sleep, but it’s okay not to be okay.
Dec 29, 2013
Dec 29, 2013 at 8:46 PM UTC
I fall in love
At the press of a button.
It rips through me
In a way that would make
Robert Smith
Outrageously envious.
You are some kind of
Annabel Lee
In the best and
Worst way.
Life isn’t perfect until I hear
You.
I drown in the happiest oceans
And need no one to
Save me.
It’s the best.
It’s the best when you
Blow me a kiss.
It’s the best.
Jul 30, 2012
Jul 30, 2012 at 1:07 AM UTC
Walking for miles.
A long and lonely road ahead.
I'm not sure how long it's been.
Or where I'm headed.
I look to my left to see a girl facing towards me.
Her movements mimic my own.
Her face full of imperfections.
Her skin so outrageously thin.
Her eyes full of tears.
The pale look of sadness.
She's hideous.
As I wave to her, she waves back.
I open my mouth to say a few words,
She opens her own.
As puzzled as she looks, she seems quite broken and insecure.
She's trembling now as I am too.
She buries her hands into her face.
And starts to weep.
She's realized what she's become.
She feels the impulse.
Only becoming a reflection of her well-being.
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 3:26 AM UTC
you told me this cage was a palace
you told me I was lucky to be in a place so luxurious
with beautiful bars to grip and look out through
you told me the people walking outside were the prisoners
you told me that freedom is poison
you kept feeding me stale bread reminding me how miserable they were with their champagne and cavier
i kept looking out at the ocean and wondered what it would feel like to swim beneath it's depths
you caught my gaze and promised me that the ocean would only drown me
you told me this cage was a palace
that i was outrageously lucky
so, why did you never call me your queen?
why did you never join me in this so called luxury?
Oct 27, 2020
Oct 27, 2020 at 4:58 AM UTC
Time machine roared for a minute... Future was nearing
with outrageously high
speeded velocity Surpassing The Bitter Past & Collapsing back
In itself ! Surplus Evaporating Events have soared above the
mundane Blue Planet
Glistening, tiny, roundabout vessels have vanished silently, into the
wide open cracks internal to Ethereal MotherBoard Memory
of The MainBrain. Truly Our Vision Focused on the
upcoming Horizon of Hope Saw no Evil no More
Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 9:00 AM UTC
This is about a friend who inspires me. a single mum, though not through choice; working as an escort, though not through any real choice . . I could have written about her daily grind, stubborn persistence, commitment . . though, when i babysat for her, i grew to know a different side of her, so . .through her daughters eyes, I'd like you to meet my amazing friend
Constance
Her blocks are the building of my life....
Her palate ? . . A rainbow of crayons,
Glitter for stars upon sparkling smiles.
Pride set . . Within my sunrise eyes.
Her strength . . my faith . . In a Mothers arms
This worker bee queen pollenates my mind
With fine aspirations . . We Blossom . . I bloom
This bagel baking children's entertainer . .
My Educator . . Guardian of the School gates . .
My Guiding and providing angel
Wears Big Girl Pants . . with sassy pride
In the absence of an insufficient man . .
Never complains
Who, when I ask why . . Asks why not ?
Chides my moods and minds me kind . .
Listens . . and listens . and listens and listens . .
Tells cinema for bedtime stories ,
Giggles when I wobble ,
Tickles outrageously,
Ties her smile . With a lipstick bow
She Breathes gentle truths . .
Dries my tears discreetly . .
Proves and improves her worth
Everyday . . She's A . . . Sunny side up
Spaghetti hoop spell and
My Candy-floss Mind spins
Glistens . . with Magic
Aug 9, 2013
Aug 9, 2013 at 12:07 PM UTC
Be not thou silent now at length
O God hold not thy peace,
Sit not thou still O God of strength
We cry and do not cease.
For lo thy furious foes now *swell
And *storm outrageously, *Jehemajun.
And they that hate thee proud and fill
Exalt their heads full hie.
Against thy people they *contrive *Jagnarimu.
*Their Plots and Counsels deep, *Sod.
*Them to ensnare they chiefly strive *Jithjagnatsu gnal.
*Whom thou dost hide and keep. *Tsephuneca.
Come let us cut them off say they,
Till they no Nation be
That Israels name for ever may
Be lost in memory.
For they consult *with all their might, *Lev jachdau.
And all as one in mind
Themselves against thee they unite
And in firm union bind.
The tents of Edom, and the brood
Of scornful Ishmael,
Moab, with them of Hagars blood
That in the Desart dwell,
Gebal and Ammon there conspire,
And hateful Amalec,
The Philistims, and they of Tyre
Whose bounds the sea doth check.
With them great Asshur also bands
And doth confirm the knot,
All these have lent their armed hands
To aid the Sons of Lot.
Do to them as to Midian bold
That wasted all the Coast.
To Sisera, and as is told
Thou didst to Jabins hoast,
When at the brook of Kishon old
They were repulst and slain,
At Endor quite cut off, and rowl’d
As dung upon the plain.
As Zeb and Oreb evil sped
So let their Princes speed
As Zeba, and Zalmunna bled
So let their Princes bleed.
For they amidst their pride have said
By right now shall we seize
Gods houses, and will now invade
*Their stately Palaces. *Neoth Elohim bears both.
My God, oh make them as a wheel
No quiet let them find,
Giddy and restless let them reel
Like stubble from the wind.
As when an aged wood takes fire
Which on a sudden straies,
The greedy flame runs hier and hier
Till all the mountains blaze,
So with thy whirlwind them pursue,
And with thy tempest chase;
*And till they *yield thee honour due, *They seek thy
Lord fill with shame their face. Name. Heb.
Asham’d and troubl’d let them be,
Troubl’d and sham’d for ever,
Ever confounded, and so die
With shame, and scape it never.
Then shall they know that thou whose name
Jehova is alone,
Art the most high, and thou the same
O’re all the earth art one.
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Dinking too much whiskey,
Behaving sort of risky,
Telling lying stories,
Tall tales of former glories,
Laughing between the tokes,
At outrageously bad jokes;
We thought we were outlaws,
But were tamer than in-laws.
Out for a wild ride,
Living on the wild side
And howling at the moon.
The sun will be rising soon.
Honking horns at passing cars
Toking doobies under the stars,
Letting no cuties pass us by
Without whistling, my oh my.
We were certain we were cool
Too ****** to know we were fools.
Escapees from the workaday,
We ten-mile perimeter ruanways.
Out for a wild ride,
Living on the wild side
And howling at the moon.
The sun will be rising soon.
Out at night, no three-piece suits,
Sandals instead of fruit boots
Pegged jeans and rolled up sleeves
No fancy stuff with fancy weaves.
Prepared for whatever comes
Serenaded by engine hum
We told each other that we were hot.
Even though we knew we were not.
Out for a wild ride,
Living on the wild side
And howling at the moon.
The sun will be rising soon.
Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 12:34 AM UTC
when your spirit dims this light polluted sky,
my soul will be a floodlight through every gloom
as the seasons change.
whilst the world echoes my heartbeat,
it will be spring again
and your pulse will study the pleasant -
variations of these waves.
the node in the tree where leaves had fallen from
is testimony of the many summers i fell for you -
i never needed reasons to stay,
we forgot what winter felt like
and love was our blanket for every single day.
Oct 12, 2016
Oct 12, 2016 at 6:11 AM UTC
outrageously funny
the matters of the heart
makes clowns of us
when we play the part
the cast keeps changing
with the part
from stalkers to streakers
charmers to weepers
lovers to cheaters
playboys to loners
the cast keep changing
with the part
walking out of the theatre
of dead spectators
i think i played
each part
the cast was nothing
but only my past
and my heart
it plays no more parts
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 9:08 PM UTC
DaLing, DaLing, DaLing, DaLing
As I lay out on the warm wooden dock
Old Saint Joes crows fabricate a path of emotions upwelling
Sun’s rays prance along my shoulders in tune with the killjoy clock
The Fox whispers wisdom through the wooden panels that separate the two bodies
Little did I know, on that September day, there was little to be learned from this outrageously priced text with pages yet to be broken in, when compared to experience and growing up that year.
All my past, present, and future troubles and tears, flaws and fears, aspirations and anxieties
The Clock knew them all. The Fox knew them all, but to me unclear.
Somewhere between orientation and my final final exam of freshman year, through my social-butterfly-syndrome and college boys, the parties and the beer--
I, a lost sheep, was found on that dock in De Pere.
May 5, 2011
May 5, 2011 at 5:14 PM UTC
Across the room I watch you from afar
So much to see, so much to admire
I can only gawk in awe:
Shimmering softly beneath the party
lights
Delicate as fine porcelain, elegant just
like a China doll
Little Perky ! diminutive little button
of a nose
A sublime protuberance, with a
wonderful angular symmetry;
Like a beautiful ballerina in the centre
of the face
One lonely Cinderella, forever
overlooked and unsung
Neglected, passed over, the great
unmentioned one;
So still and so quiet, mysterious like a
question mark -
"Little Perky, don't you fret, I! Me!
I'll be your poet though a poor poet I
be
I'll hold up your charms for the whole
wide world to see,
I'll be your dashing Prince too, if you
let me".
Finely chiselled, exquisitely sculpted
Better than any Michaelangelo
And I love the little wiggle;
How silently you sit there and how
patient, enduring all
Stuck between the two drama Queens
Eyes all painted up, that flit and dart
Twinkling and fluttering outrageously
like their a class apart,
And a rouged up Mouth's sulky lips,
burning rubber
Busy gabbing away, running off like a
wild piano;
But then there's you Little Perky,
simplicity itself
Shy bulbous beauty, a throwback to
childhoods innocent days:
Like the others, you play the game
You go along but it's not the same,
See you sniff into your little hankie
And know that beneath, you're
probably not all that happy,
You seem to say (to me at least)
" I hoped for more, I dreamt - I dreamt
of other things
And other nights than these".
I see you Little Perky, I see you all
alone in your lonely prison cell
I hear your sniffles, your silent sobs
and sighs.
When pinned in the corner and
assailed from all sides
My eyes, they secretly run to your
quiet hill, that lonely mountain,
Like Heathcliff in Wuthering Heights
I'll wait for you Little One
I'll wait for you there..... my Cathy
(O! lovely wild and spirited Cathy)
I'll wait for you through the wind, the
rain and the snow
I'll wait for you to come
I'll wait for the real 'You' to show,
Beyond all the bravado and the big
bluster notes
Beyond the crowds constraining looks
I'll wait for you, my Love,
We'll laugh again, and dance beneath
the stars
We'll live the dreams that once we had.
Little Perky, sweet alarm bell of the
soul, shiny little bugle that gleams
Go on now, give it one more blow
One huge giant elephantine blast
That'll sweep them all away
And leave only you and me here,
alone at last
Facing each other across this floor
O! Little Perky, my Cinderella, my
Cathy.......my Heart!
May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 6:27 PM UTC
a kiss ....
in the rain
by a sunset
between covers
withing a drunken haze
is fixated on my imagination . For experience i aint got none
a stare
be it coy
outrageously flirty
borderline lets sleep together
is lost in my imagination. For confidence i aint got none
Touch
soft caresses
hasty grabs
playful smacks
are attemptedly felt in my imagination . For a partner i aint got one
Conversations
at 3 ams
over a stupid fight
lame attempt at flirting
are actually
one sided
witty in my head
and don't reveal any details
for trust i aint got none
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 11:42 AM UTC
For many years you proffered friendship, albeit now, in disguise
For all that time, I held in trust, the warm expression in your eyes,
You claimed you worked hard, by my side, to help me build a dream, a cause,
And in return I gave for you sir, this understanding without pause.
The legions of referrals then, I steered, deflecting to your say
And trust, invested mightily, gave you the right to have your way,
Dependence there, a factor, over many years support
Now the barefaced lie revealed, the friendship, friend, was but a rort!
Revealed, you milked it all for gain. Revealed, You snickered at my pain,
Laughed aloud, you played the fool and laughed outrageously, so cruel.
It robbed me of all self regard, a comrade’s mantle caste in lard,
I cried and wept for what was lost, then sat and quietly counted cost.
Betrayal, cold, lies on the shelf, to know thy foe… reflects thyself.
Marshalg
Pukehana
14 November 2013
Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 12:33 AM UTC
My neighbours make love,
oh, so outrageously cheap --
these thin chamber walls!
Aug 10, 2022
Aug 10, 2022 at 3:55 AM UTC
They never said when
And time trickled on
Assignments came and went
Shows were performed
Tests were studied for
And taken in due course.
But...
They never said when
And her mind kept churning the idea
Slowly it twirled
Around and around in her head
Until she could taste the possibilities:
Smooth and creamy
And a little nutty
Like her soul
But she couldn't be sure.
So she fussed
And she kept herself
Outrageously busy
But now and then she thought of it
And her pulse raced
Her brow furrowed
As she tried to bully her wishes into reality
In spite of her fear
That she would be made a fool.
Finally...
Her world was packed
In a black room
And she was more nervous
Than she had been in her life
She made sure to wear
The white sweater
And the gold scarf
Just in case
Someone would look at her
The world went still
The words were said
And somehow she knew.
She knew what he was going to say
Before he said it because
She wasn't in her body
Her life was a hard back book
With well worn edges
And a ***** cloth cover
Where heroines
Can get anywhere
With hard work
And a lot of coffee.
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 3:01 AM UTC
Sirens
Past midnight I can hear a siren blasting,
The sound loudening as it passes by
I believe that somebody could be at death’s door tonight.
Rapidly disappearing down the highway
Though out of sight now but never out of mind-
I can still hear the alarm bell blaring-
As it did the night my mother was taken away
Twenty two years ago today.
Not so long ago- I can recall
When I myself was taken away because
Somehow my grasp on reality had faded-
I believed I was possessed by some demonic being.
And hearing voices no one else could hear.
A raging sound it was, and unrelenting-
A sound reminiscent of agonizing dread
I recall fading into the bleakness of despair, as
My whole world had darkened and became ill fated.
I can still hear sirens every day and night
Blasting down the thoroughfare
Within the realm of my imagination, I can still envision
Dying souls buried within the gardens of the deceased.
I can hear those sirens blaring now, on this night
Bringing back memories of my mother’s demise or of
The night I had lost my sanity-
As I clench my fists in utmost fear, I try to seek the light-
As the sirens I hear screaming down the road tonight
Could be coming to take ME away once more, and
I could be the victim once again,
But as the outrageously terrifying noise quickly fades away
A sigh of relief brings a smile upon my face
As I realize that those times are over and behind me now=and
Memories of those times have suddenly and miraculously slipped away.
Claudia Krizay
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 1:45 AM UTC
Life will always discourage you
with slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
but you'd usually be far better off
telling the Adversity to go **** itself
(and writing that **** down!)
and continuing directly on
being who you know
you truly are;
Everything has flaws.
Everyone has flaws.
The only One
who is truly flawed
is the One who allows flaws
to dominate One's only Mind.
Little is ever ideal;
thus One had best learn to cope
and to make the very most
of the facilities One has available.
You're outrageously lucky
and so am I;
You sell yourself short
and so do I;
You have great potential
and so do I;
and thus I must say
to seize the ******* day.
Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 6:40 AM UTC
His mother was suicidal
His father was patricidal
His siblings all fratricidal
They fractured his parietal.
His acumen was impractical
While his mien was didactical
His morals were retractible
And his religion was heretical.
He longed to be a celebrity
And wished for its celerity
To skip the serendipity
And fork over his luminosity.
But it seems that synchronicity
Paired up with idiosyncrasy
In a natural form of complicity
And waylaid him with complicity.
He moaned that he was qualified
And not the least bit mollified
To be so soundly criticized
That they could not recognize
By those who were so glassy eyed
A plenipotentiary, very wise
Who appears before their very eyes
Who they would gladly plagiarize
Even while they ostracize.
He can’t achieve equanimity
When so many hold their enmity
And treat him so outrageously
In ignoring his magnanimity.
After all, is there anyone living
Who is so astoundingly forgiving
Than he by the simple act of giving
And letting them go on living?
Nov 3, 2016
Nov 3, 2016 at 8:02 PM UTC
The only thing I find more enjoyable
than meeting outrageous expectations
is defying expectations outrageously.
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 8:47 PM UTC
There was a time
In which laughter
Was outrageously contagious.
She was with them,
The people who
Made her feel the happiest.
The first:
Who sat beside her;
With his long strawberry blonde
Flowing behind him
As his head rested
On her shoulder.
His laugh was gleeful,
His music taste unlike any other.
He blasted cassettes
Out of the handheld
He kept in his backpack.
The second:
Who sat across from her;
Who was beautiful,
Inside and out;
With dark hair
And glistening light eyes.
She had a beautiful voice,
No one ever tired
of hearing her singing.
Her laughter was fun;
Lighthearted, despite
Her inside struggle.
The third:
Who sat at the end,
Diagonal from her;
With longer blonde hair,
Enjoying the card game
Being played beside him.
He rested,
His eyes closed tightly.
Listening to the beat
of his tired heart,
She presumed.
The fourth:
Who sat on the left side
Of the beautiful girl;
Smiled and laughed
With the group.
He was calm,
But exuberant and enjoyable.
A warm smile spread
Across his face,
Reached his light blue eyes
That complemented his brown
Cropped hair.
It was at this moment,
Sitting alone
Weeks later
That she realized
That these were her true friends.
She missed them dearly.
Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 4:32 PM UTC