"philandering" poems
Daddy belongs to
an exclusive club,
out beyond
the rules of atmospheric
pressure.
On our precocious little fingers
we count,
on tracer paper
Mommy checks our figures.
Being she was never clever
with math,
she consults with the slide rule.
No crystal ball needed,
we all know where Daddy's been:
at the apogee of his ride,
hanging out in zero orbit,
checking
on his own figures.
He must be
lonely up there, fishing off the dock of a satellite,
until the moment he reels one in.
He does his best philandering
once we've shuffled off to school
and Mommy's found her solace
underneath
the hairdryer.
She's stopped looking up
at night
to observe the starry heavens.
They only made her cry,
which, in turn, made us cry— for her.
One time we heard Mommy tell Daddy
she knew all about his long division
and how he misused
his slipstick.
With the cruel turn of a smile
he reminded her
her math is routinely
wrong.
"Usually...but not always,"
Mommy whispers in her sleep.
Tomorrow is lift off again
for Daddy,
hunting exponentials
from
heavenly bodies.
For us,
the ones left behind in the wake
of his rocket trail,
it's
addition by subtraction.
Dec 21, 2019
Dec 21, 2019 at 11:46 PM UTC
I am a.... philanthropist at heart.
It's written on my face, tattooed on my right arm, and runs in my blood
I love you.
Yes, you reading this.
I love you.
I love the colour of your eyes.
I love the way your mouth smiles.
I love the way your face moves
I love the way you push people away,
that love you.
I love the hugs that you give
I love the way you sing when no-one is listening.
I love you when you look in your mirror and find all your flaws.
I love your fingertips that press the buttons on your keyboard.
I love the txts that you send
I love it when you miss out on the world because facebook is more important
I love you when you give money to the homeless
I love you when you walk on by
I love your dark sins, your demons and your prison of fear
I love your altruism.
I love the shoes you hate and don't like to wear
I love you when you think you're fat
I love you when you work out
I love you when you are loving someone else
I love you when you are laid on the bathroom floor unable to breathe from hanging onto the world
I love you when you look away
I love you when you think you can't take anymore and want to die
I love you when you are angry, bitter and detest these words
I love your accent
I love the hairs that grow on your toes.
I love the way you part your hair
I love you despite the fact you think you are not meant to be loved.
I love your goofy dance moves
I love your tired face and 'talk to me and die' look
I love you when you're weak and afraid
I love you when you think you're invincible
I love you when you are addicted
I love you when you are lost and alone
I love you when you are in love
I love you when you steal, beg or borrow
I love your thinking face, your thunder face, and your 'hold me' face
I love you when you are a thousand miles away
I love you when you snore next to me
I love it when you swear, curse and reject me, and my love
I love you when you question my love
I love you when you turn your back on me
I love you when you hurt me, beat me, abuse me, and take my heart and crush it like a tin can
I love you,
Always, now and forever.....
I love you, because i see you, because i know you, because i know you are worthy of love.
Philanthropist. Look it up.
<3
Feb 2, 2013
Feb 2, 2013 at 6:01 PM UTC
No more time for pain.
Tear stains.
Or sobs.
Shrieks at the top of your lungs!
Frustrated fidgeting,
Or furious dialect.
The true depths of sorrow,
unreached yet,
Shall remain unexplored.
The heights of fury and rage,
Shall be another days venture.
(Or hopefully never).
Visions of disliked visages,
Traitorous touches torturing the thoughts,
Lustily leaving lover and friend
Twitching,
Writhing,
Boiling,
Melting,
Rotting,
And congealing into a puddle of humanity
at the knowledge of their philandering.
Numbness sinks through the dermis,
Hiding hints of heartbeats,
Silencing skins sweet sensations.
Breathing,
But barely.
No time for sensation,
Emotion,
Expression,
Interest,
Thought,
Muttering,
Mentioning,
Murmuring,
Meditating.
Reform some semblance of humanity.
No time for languishing,
Luridly,
Lethargically,
Liquefying.
Only enough time for a little poetry.
And then,
Hopefully,
Life.
Apr 28, 2013
Apr 28, 2013 at 3:22 PM UTC
Strange place, even stranger times,
Every unfit thing, strangely finds its place,
But in kleptopia strangers become bedfellows,
The strangeness all the more welcoming;
Outside the uneven lines, weeping, wailing,
Many complaining, more agonising,
But within the cesspit of gluttonous philandering,
Merriment upon merriment, endless mirthing;
So they negotiate a rollback,
Of the misaligned circumference of the perimeter,
Try to redraw this untidy arrangement,
Only still at it, many lifetimes after.
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 11:51 PM UTC
Me and mine had our fill of HIS ****** royal Lip,
And racist, sexist philandering entitlement.
Apr 9, 2021
Apr 9, 2021 at 9:54 AM UTC
Profligate pundits and
Philandering plutocrats
Promulgating pusillanimous
Pandering polecats
Put partially putrescent
Punks and pettifoggers
Past pitifully puny pollsters
Pushing the party politics
Of petrified pashas.
Disgusting demagogues
Dealing delayed death
Deeming democracy dying
Deny diplomacy daily
Deftly develop departments
Defending discrimination
Dividing deities from devils
Draining dedicated duties
With disgusting dictatorship.
Sorrowfully sublimated
Citizens of society slide
Swiftly and sequentially into
Sibilant session of silliness
In which similes scintillate
Signifying sensitivities
Of separate sensibilities
Subtly smiting the senseless.
Sauce for the stunningly stupid,
Champagne for the saboteurs.
Nov 29, 2016
Nov 29, 2016 at 7:02 PM UTC
time has come for dear Hillary
to exit the political stage
her past performances
haven't been well scripted or sage
Americans won't mind at all
if she stays at home with philandering Bill
so she can keep his ever wandering eye
nice and still
Washington needs a true
star contender for a Prez
Hillary is too old to be wearing
the chief's influential fez
most unsuccessful was
her candidature in 2008
Democrats didn't want her
as their first mate
cameo appearances seem to be
more fitting for Hillary
so the American media can give her
a jolly good pillory
the oval office needs no more
corruption lying or deceit
obviating Hillary from the scene
shall be ever so neat
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 9:53 PM UTC
Am I a ladykiller?
How many thus in my hand have died
By my philandering big gun?
Count on. None!!
Well, save this my avowed lone lover,
That's here alive but for ecstasy tired.
Oct 23, 2011
Oct 23, 2011 at 6:55 AM UTC
Pulling apart from the chest
Fingers heart deep tugging to break
The ribbing that holds us spinning
Screaming, shouting, devouring devout
Lashings, gnawing, gnashing
Blood and bones
Rebuilding broken blocks
Uplifting blind eyes to a light unseen
I am chained, happily, in a cave
Philandering with philosophy
We'll never know
Why we were tossed to see
Snatching flesh from limbs
Unable to clasp hold
I am unadulterated rage
Dead tree limbs reaching to a fire ball
Losing to a cold blue sphere
Hold true, fear
For fear not
I hear not
And I'm trudging towards the trenches
Aug 21, 2015
Aug 21, 2015 at 1:57 AM UTC
Adulterous besieging capstone damnation
exploitation foists groping, heaving
insidiously jerking
knowingly lunges
machinations notoriously nymphomaniacal
officiating ****** quests
rapaciously, sadistically
tenaciously, unstoppably
vasocongested wickedness
Xerses yawped zeolously.
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All throughout history of man/woman kind
ascendent civilizations extensively gouged,
impailed, kindled, murderous outrages
quashing sacred urges, women yearned.
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Versatile thematic refrain punctuating nubiles
maximized looting, pillaging, ******
visited upon females via decimating fountainhead
guarding brestworks of vestal virgins,
innocent youths (little boys and girls).
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Twenty first century **** Sapiens male population continue to applaud, covet, extol, gloat, invoke, kickstart, ****** outrages, quest savagely thee unbridled wedded yoke appropriating coquettishly enshrined gals imposing killing mandates okaying queasy sordid ugly wretchedness yanking aborhent behavior denigrating, fulminating, harrassing, jawdropping lewdness, nabbing prized rearends, twerking, violently whiplashing, yelling zingers.
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Now not a day elapses with instances women claim untoward advances, and/or forced coercion to satiate and temporarily slate the ****** thirst informing prononced picadilloes (philandering if married pompous head honcho demands appeasement of coitus, ******** indecent lowball outrageous ribald uncouth ****** animalistic, carnal, feral, gonadal, immoral, kleptomaniacally misogynistic, narcissistic, opportunistic, pathetically reprehensible, torturously undervaluing, validating virility within Yankee Doodle, haply lambasting, proudly touting, vaunted wayfair zest.
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The above meandering stream of consciousness attempted to amplify, a recent spate of accusations figuratively slapped against a male *** mongers, who specifically rule roost, and blithely, demandingly, forcefully, hideously, impishly, killingly, malignantly, opprobriously, powerfully, repeatedly, terminally, vindictively, wantonly, yearningly acrimoniously belittle, demean flagrantly, harshly insinuate keeping mindful, not publicize rabid ****** unwanted villainous withering zeal!
Nov 21, 2017
Nov 21, 2017 at 7:51 PM UTC
Emptiness consumes me at night,
my soul tends to then hide.
I lay my head down on my pillow,
Soon i weep more than a willow.
His face haunts my demolished heart,
what i held together now falls apart.
First I see what It used to be,
loving hands and words so sweet.
Then i hear what it became,
his voice once loving screams my name.
Anger replaces his love,
another scream and then a shove.
I scream back because I'm hurting,
tears fall and now I'm learning,
a philandering heart cannot be healed,
but I from the truth I did shield.
It's my fault, but he lied,
I hurt him when i yelled, but I'm the one that died.
And when he was in recovery, i loved him,
but my support was too weak, so someone else "helped" him.
The horrors he put me through never leave my head.
After he betrayed me I had wished that I was dead.
Nobody really knew, Nobody understood.
That I would have left him earlier if I thought I could.
I used to cry for him, now Its because of what he did.
Nightmares called to me, everywhere I hid.
In my world he tore a whole,
where he tossed my tattered soul.
Even now, so much later,
He remains my tormentor.
Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 9:09 PM UTC
catalina island
by the sea
philandering squid
my two front teeth chipping
on a rock out in the ocean
my mouth constantly feeling like a mussel
tongue wrestling
by the sea
May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 4:23 PM UTC
but each truth-seeking man seeks no marriage, no eden as such, but the turbulent fate of a brotherhood: a family of men thrown into the depths of the north sea with no sight of feminine comforting, for a thousand years at least if note more: so she might be strained for giving affection and refrained from philandering: the wiser the man the more reward he sees in a brotherhood, than a harem.
that seagull white backdropped against the plum
purple bruises of the sky pampered with immediately
lashing out a torrent but for seagull's sake
withdrawing for a consistency of colours not mingling
into a drear opening of a letter addressed
for some dear mr., in that virtuoso of waters cascading:
wishing i too had no umbrella
or be miniature under a mushroom,
as i am and forever will be, an ant's lack of sweat lifting
its bodyweight and more over bookmarks
and crevices we sweated rivers for,
and died, exaggerating... the outlasted remains
of chiselled rock, when others took to
climbing non-chiselled rock of mountain
for a compass they thought would
make others plagiarise their lives for theirs,
having accomplished the climb of the heights
thus suggested with no other comparative issuing
of demands... indeed to what height to what
depth is there a guarantee to be given?
to what depth to what height is a guarantee
of adoration lawfully bindingly fulfilled
with red carpet 24 hour surveillance paparazzi?
we have unlearned the face broken
by stone and forest pine...
instead we learned to be an epileptic narcissus
blinking into the frozen mirror of the lake...
but our face breaks a thousand upon a thousand
more times like this... for in looking elsewhere,
we forsake ownership of the things that
never reflected us, but were made mandible by us,
so now we have become mandible by them,
for the once prized mirror of narcissus in the lake,
has become a blinking circus act we dare not believe.
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 10:39 AM UTC
Today she tossed
all her philandering
husband's belongings
into the recycling bin
instead of the trash.
It's simply better
for the environment.
Nov 25, 2019
Nov 25, 2019 at 6:02 AM UTC
Sure are great when in dash for time ,never looking at tomorrow only now & what can be mine
Figuring a normal 8hour shift wasn't enough to solve my rift,she won't understand but I wasn't explaining it anyway
Barely knowing each other by more than first names just a smile to last awhile warming up to cool down will be fine
Nothing fancy, is the only palace with the blinking lights outside ,just wanting 4 walls for privacy & a place to play.
Finding those familiar feelings ,but now a possibility of a new claim to stake if so what is the point you want to make
Some never settle leaving that unknown sentiment to simmer on the back burner waiting on a more recent recipe
Maybe going unnoticed then suddenly that wisp of hair raises with a smell or a smile or patterns of playing ,tempting us to take
Almost subconscious as an unaware soul with only one role, reaching out ,connecting, passion as a quick play,simple ecstasy
Philandering is a term for couples while singles are left with a wide open book, the Marriage should have been the hook
Some fancy friends with a means to their ends while others seem to stay content with a snuggle and a hug
Passing people should be known as a natural motion, not trying to always connect with some deep emotion like a common Rook
We enjoy our pleasure but control is not something we are born into ,having to be able to settle into grace not falling for a new crush
Embracing as habit a hard broken addiction ,while others are always wishing your feelings flow free
Sitting back and watching or never really noticing were never in the way they play, constant fondness for the others is more their way
Some hide and pretend to abide, while others just go full blown with the charm ,never realizing it wasn't about others just their own need
Amazing the game often seen with no shame until it is played on them , placing the next step becomes more precarious when they are not sure where they can safely stay ............R.C.
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 6:15 PM UTC
I don't know what to call this
I don't know where I've gone
All I know is the waves are getting higher
And they never come back down
I'm adrift amongst purposeful ships
Clear for everyone to see
The solitary, turbulent vessel
Struggling to stay afloat,
to find my bearings in the open sea
I've forgotten where I came from
A bustling port of distant memory
Though even if I could recall it
Bring back those warm, sweet memories,
I would not be able to bring myself home to face it
Alone, ragged, battered from the high seas.
I'm far too ashamed of my failure,
of my grand aspirations which have abandoned me
I've little to show for my efforts
I've little to offer to those who believed in me
So I carry on, alone out on the open water
Adrift and unsure,
Trying to find my next harbor
Made all the more difficult,
as my gifts have started to fail me
I don't know which way my compass points
Which way is true north? How do I sail south?
My anchor is starting to rust and decay,
My sails have grown heavy with salt water
I've lost ropes, barrels, and panels to the ocean
Been plundered by philandering pirates,
(been beaten, cut, and abandoned by them too)
And of course at this point my navigation's shot-
My wheel no longer spins,
My star chart is damage beyond repair
I'm left floating
Between waves
On waters smooth as glass
On waters made to shatter
My ship, my self, in waiting
Waiting
For the next wave to crash
For the next tide to carry me
For a current to pull me
For the stars to reappear
For something to take me home
Or better yet
For something to take me where I've never been
May 16, 2018
May 16, 2018 at 7:18 PM UTC
Do you remember
Waiting by the door
For me to come home
Just a little after four?
Do you remember
Wondering if I were hurt
Lying by a road somewhere
Injured in the dirt?
How many times did I
Disappoint you with lies?
How many times did you
Assume I was too unwise
In my chose of friends
Who drank and smoked
Engaging in philandering
Just like old ***** jokes?
Did you catch me out
With strangers on the make?
Did you ask yourself
“Just how much can I take?”
Did you rage and howl
And call yourself a fool
Who seems to have learned little
All those years in school?
Did some friends tell you
You needed to confront
And tell me what a rat I was
To leave you here in want.
Did you lie and defend me
And keep our secrets well hid?
Did you worry we were through?
You say you didn’t do all that?
Well, the truth of it is, I did.
Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 1:44 PM UTC
Unfaithful marital transgressions
self admitted indictment,
crime and punishment,
no longer think high lee
entailing no mister re: demeanors,
I searingly weathered
(George by bushed, albeit thankfully,
no unwanted child left behind),
nonetheless one unforgettable
indelible, execrable, and abominable
professedly owned his
civil warring battle of life
transgressions undeservedly heaped
(Uriah hit about that)
(carnal feral hormonally seething
gone astray nightwalks)
woven by basket of deplorable
emotionally painful selfish object lesson
forever etched upon mine psyche
(left by one bobbing sponge -
cheeses crust station of his life
within sea of human life now
affixes moniker re: mister *****
inflicted courtesy yours truly
said marital indiscretion (philandering)
one among many issues discussed,
during treatment plan earlier today
February eighteenth 2020
concerning complex edifice
regarding mein kampf
existential bleak house
(figuratively crowded cheek to jowl)
with and hard times
fraught with many
unattained great expectations
unwittingly accepts psychological fallout
(among kissing kith and kin,
a shellfish chicken and hen thing for sure),
despite years elapsed ex post facto
deploying, incorporating, narrating, signifying...
narcissistic, opportunistic, and phlegmatic
self incriminating doom
visualize deus ex machina
betrayal rendered adopted smugness
invariably set in motion domino effect,
whereby emotional alienation
devastation, humiliation, maturation, suppuration
(yoking impossible mission
to shuck off penitence, the price to pay),
thus rightfully, truthfully, and veritably...
ably, readily, and willingly
allowing, enabling, and providing
incomplete resolution, (hence iresolution)
thwarting rancor thy deux daughters
(livingsocial many time zones distant)
embark quest to guide their own
metaphorical maiden voyaging ships of state
countless transpired hours
at counseling facility, where poetic papa
aired and mulled over bothersome
anguish to complete requisite treatment plan
to receive psychiatric appointment
next (and last) Tuesday of February 2020.
Feb 18, 2020
Feb 18, 2020 at 10:43 PM UTC
transmitted ****** talks
(partially presented pablum pertaining
particularly - president ***** (PAC -
******* action *** mitt tee)
portfolio ******* philandering)
baneful boorish boastful bullheaded
Brobdingnagian beastie boy balks.
conspicuously cavalierly crudely curtly
cavorts, capitulating, claiming,
championing crying chauvinistic
concupiscence, ****** cupidity caul
king crooked cowboy cakewalks.
Donald daringly, dastardly, defiantly,
demonstrably, deplorably, deprecatingly,
devilishly, divinely dumbfounded,
duplicitously desultory, debauched, duckwalks.
eccentric effrontery, egregiously enervating,
excitedly exculpatory, extremely evil eyestalk.
"fake," faultily fervently fiendishly flagrant
fool, frightful.
gaffe galling, gamesome gawker, generating
gerrymandering.
harboring hectoring heinously hellishly
hideously horrendously horrible hulk.
ignominious illicit ilk, imbecilic immodest
immoral impetuous, impishly impudent,
incarcerate, incinerate indecently, indecorous,
iniquitous, intently intolerant, irascible
irksome, itching ii incite iv iiiiii ix *********** izards.
jowly ******* jackdaw jackknifing jaywalking
jumping **** jilting jinn.
knowingly keeping kryptonite, ***** Kardashian
kvetches, kris kringle ken kool, kissing kitty,
kosher kumquats kippered, k-nine kooky korps,
kowtowing ku klux **** kinsfolk.
legal leafstalk lawlessly locked, lacerated,
lambasted, languished lost lively lust,
limped, legal levity limited.
menfolk made macho mission. many moons
monthly mandate marked maybe mars,
mercurial maladroit monkey manumission modified
modus mystifying maze moonwalk.
Mar 23, 2018
Mar 23, 2018 at 6:43 PM UTC
Argh resolution between
self and eldest
dear daughter more remote,
now then locating
a left handed monkey wrench,
cuz she feels this papa
did deliberate smote
her upside the head, knocking
Eden Liat stone cold
in an abysmal trench
thus, this dada doth fear a mill
stone shaped albatross
around thy neck aye will tote,
where rotting bird
doth emit fetid oppressive stench
gloomily decry death asper,
paternal progeny blighted love
epitaph finis fate wrote.
Methinks (nee knows) marital infidelity
steep dividend warrant wrought
chances greater finding needle in haystack
versus pointless thought
exercise regarding deus ex machina sought
forgiveness ex post facto, rethought,
yet miracle needed, viz
twill require against overwrought
progeny's psyche mor'n
solo requiem Te Deum never sung,
hence no guarantee
father as overthought
against embarkation entailing,
nor divine chorus baptizing can nought
assuage besotted dada's flesh, handwrought
hence fiery eternal damnation
no gunsmoke match e'en gunfought
by Jesse James, no penitence
bequeathed only dreadnought
visa vis admitting how affair
kneaded joyus kindling brought
philandering husband discovered
emotional refuge (against spousal
epithet strewn expletive language,
whence mistress besought
similar ****** satisfaction,
and subsequent fallout an afterthought.
retrospective reflection stills nothing
more serious then slap on the wrist
while engaged (~ January 2010) with
nothing sinful 'bout peccadillo tryst
understandable wife got sorely ******
on the sly behaviour the missus
blindsided, hence over
looked and missed
and figurative wedge
cleft asunder nearly kissed
our marriage goodbye
extra-marital romp illicit,
though we nearly came to fist
sta cuffs, where salty crude name calling
in conjunction with execrable
derogatory cussing contribution complicit.
Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 6:25 PM UTC