"rambunctiously" poems
A flurry of furry freaks
Rambunctiously ransacked
Garish Gary's garage.
And for the trouble they caused,
Garish Gary garotted
them, one and all.
Sep 28, 2011
Sep 28, 2011 at 11:33 PM UTC
Tik tok tik tok,
We look back,
To the people that we've met,
To the places we went,
To the events that touched our soul,
Tik tok tik tok,
As time passes by,
Some travel against the current,
Refusing to let go,
Unwilling to consign them to oblivion,
Hopelessly trying to salvage what was lost,
Reticently denying the future,
Tik tok tik tok,
As the clocks turns forevermore,
We realise that lost times will never come back,
What has been done can never be effaced,
The only thing to do is to be maturely insouciant,
As there is no such thing as a panacea,
Tik tok tik tok,
The voices of future past deafens us,
With every tik of the clock,
It seems to grow rambunctiously,
Thoughts run endlessly,
Of paradise on earth,
That we may or may not achieve in our lifetime.
Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 10:52 AM UTC
There's this small diner
across the street from my apartment
a small segment of culture
suspended outside of time
they serve good coffee there
by the ***
and they serve cheap breakfast food
which is greasy enough
to absorb even the sharpest of hangovers
I was in there
the other morning
sitting at the bar
spending my last spare change
on that old diner coffee
and the people around,
the beautiful strangers
they talked and laughed or read from paper backs,
the man next to me at the bar
ordered a Budweiser in a glass
at ten in the morning
and you just don't see that as much anymore,
the waitresses had a strut about them
like they were straight out of an old New York movie
and the cooks in the back could be heard
laughing rambunctiously over the sounds of the kitchen,
it's a small diner
suspended outside of time
and it is a place you could get lost in
a place you don't want to ever leave
Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 10:29 AM UTC
One day my hands will hold a child
Whose eyes gleam with the same mischief
And humor and love yours did.
One day my ears will peel with
A laughter that hits my funny bone
Until I cannot help but chuckle along
As yours once caused me to do.
One my eyes will cast a long glance
At the panorama set before me
Of the landscape you created with your love.
And one day my heart will fill
With all the appropriate emotions
In response to what my life has become
Because of you.
Your mark on me runs deep,
Its grooves and etches seared into
The depths of my soul.
And though you may not have ever realized it,
I have carried you with me all these days
And will carry you for so many more.
You thought your part was small and passing;
You thought little of your role in my life's script:
Just a man at the park with his child
Running rambunctiously cross playgrounds.
Just a woman in the cafe with her friends
Recounting jovial anecdotes of single life.
Just a student walking across the university
Memorizing long past history facts for a test.
Just a human being seeing another in need
And acting quietly to help accordingly.
But you still left a mark, an impression,
On me.
I only hope I have left a similar one on you.
Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 12:37 AM UTC