"pantaloon" poems
"Whose life is the most meager,
the monkey or the *****
To screech and wind the
same dreadful tune
a mildew forming on your screws
What a way to grind your gears,
counter-happy through the years
Or
To pantaloon a penny nearer,
wearing outfits scavenged
from old graves
To jingle shackles,
worship Cesar's
To have a smile filled with nails,
a heart fashioned of broken stares
"But who has the most meager existence?
The undertaker or the priest?
The coffin or the corpse?"
To love the man who appoints the pain
to the monkey and the box
To praise the God that has made love
a traitorous paradox
To be the one that bears the wounds
of every ****** child, or sage
That is to live the worst of lives,
the bleakest death
That is to understand the blackest hole
Jun 9, 2012
Jun 9, 2012 at 7:28 PM UTC
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Jan 31, 2014
Jan 31, 2014 at 5:24 AM UTC
Secret Garden
Rose buds dressed in pastel pink,
Waxy coats,
Keep secrets locked tight,
Till they bloom,
They'll never tell,
Not indiscreet,
As buds are open,
All set free,
Release sweet secrets to you and me,
Fuschia dark awaits her popping,
As child,
Was a game,
Her secret's darker than her flower,
That's why she stays locked tight!
Aquilegia, my Columbine,
Keeps delicate secrets,
Safe in fragile name,
As dainty dancer,
Secrets safe from Pantaloon,
Les Millions d' Arlequin,
Harlequin seeks his columbine,
A comedy of errors,
He'll never find!
Garden secrets will release if in crazy error,
The grass finds out,
Whispering in tongues,
With conscience sadly lacking,
On breezy days,
As zephyr lifts,
Malachite secrets,
Malevolence released!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 8:08 AM UTC
I saw your spaceship in the sky
For the first time, I was inspired
Whisk down myself from my pallor state
Explore your traces on the other side
I was told to not listen
I was told to not deprive
The agony's waiting
For my ego and essence to combine
Oh, how false it is to hear
That the children know the answers
We are saints who became sinners
Viruses whom itself the healers
Oh, how false it is to see
The people down in the forest
Singing a beautiful chorus
Where anyone's forced to swallow phosphorus
Flicker once, flicker twice
Heaven turns, rocks will rise
Remain untold and remain unwise
A planet where else no one criticizes
Flicker once, flicker twice
March up to the sea
Take me up, seal the door
Though I don't want to march here anymore
The pantaloon
The silver spoon
The lady walks
Unto the moon
Remembrance and escapades
I will perish alone,
Very soon
Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 9:35 AM UTC
i was carrying you
i was afraid
it was a lesson
frightened by your star
in the sky
past the clouds
i scream aloud for you to see
but you didn't see
you said you didn't need me
you didn't like it
your lungs were hard
but i can breath into it
blow you up like a balloon
but you didn't make it
you were a pantaloon
i am blue
soon i'll know
if you're still there
listen and share
what i had spoken for
but i wouldn't know what to say
the hair on your head
gleams upon me
my guilty heart
i felt low
but you were the night sky
don't even deny
i recorded our life
and changed the part
when we fell apart
and ran out of time
when i decided to decode
your mind
you open your eyes
here i put on
your favorite song
we sang aloud
then the hail was loud
crashing into the town
we lingered in
you gave me your smile
as a souvenir
for when you die
your lips were soft
but weakened me
i don't know of the bits
you took a minute to sit
because you saw the feelings
i had left behind
stay by my side
then we fade away
by the lake
stay by me tonight
i want the memories tied
pull me through
pull me so we can collide
i can't breath
i'll be okay
i'll be alright
i know, i see
but put it behind us
lets go to sleep
i just knew the path to take
to your unkind mind
i'm not dead
you said at my grave stone
and raised your arms
at my palms
i'm not alive
i can't decide
so i lied
went away
to put on your favorite song
singing along
i have learned what to think
taking my time
taking hands
in the future
my time to be alone
i saw you
not gonna lie
but your lungs
were still blown up like balloon
you made it
you aren't a pantaloon
i remember when i was frightened
that night when the star
that seemed to be you
it stayed for a whole day
but you didn't like it
but you lived on
singing along to the songs
that played in your airy lungs
as you hung onto my collar
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 9:06 AM UTC