"recapping" poems
I self-indulged—
For me a rare
Lapse, an unexpected
Slide to materialism.
Repenting already,
My selfishness.
I bought myself
Internet Radio.
How could I resist?
E-Tail has made it so easy.
GOTO Amazon Electronics.
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The omnipresent marketplace:
Shop at home in your pajamas,
Pay for it with keystrokes,
Go back to sleep.
FOR SALE: Hail to thee,
Oh bittersweet Credo of Capitalism!
I finally broke down,
Accepting the fact that
RADIO: once a wireless marvel;
Now, a fading media option,
Its broadcast range
Not only shrunk, but
Signal reception, downright poor.
So, I finally broke down
Bought a radio that actually works.
So what I want to know
Is NPR so full of itself that
They go so far to find some
British-accent guy to read
Sports summaries?
I am listening to some
Pompous Pommy poofter,
At KBOS, Boston, Massachusetts,
Nigel Longshanks, himself,
Recapping “The Run for the Roses,”
Kentucky Derby homestretch,
Missed NBA semi-final foul shot &
The freakish mojo comeback of
Yankee Baseball Bad Boy: A-ROD.
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 1:19 PM UTC
Hello Super Bowl Sunday,
I don't really know you
I know I should be attentive,
but I haven't got a clue
You are a holiday to many,
a really big deal
But to me you are a mystery,
and an excuse for a meal
A game to watch, I get it,
and some really pricey ads
I can watch what others scream about,
and pick up on new fads
I feel I am outside looking in,
on others' joys and sorrow
They will hype all day beforehand,
recapping all tomorrow
After all, its just a game,
Not filled with reason and rhyme
But I will get my revenge next month,
when it's Oscars Time!!
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 1:10 PM UTC
There’s something about the lonely hours,
Just you and me, our space overlapping.
The sky a meadow, constellations, flowers.
No passion-filled debate, no vying powers,
Lazy destiny dreams, eschewing plans or mapping.
There’s something about the lonely hours.
Past today, the future glowers,
But reserve this sacred instant for reflection, recapping.
The sky a meadow, constellations, flowers.
The earth is straining, injustice towers,
Insidious corruption, pain and deceit chafing, chapping.
There’s something about the lonely hours.
The darkness consumes, seconds become hours,
Sorrow lurks at hand, irksome insecurities tapping.
The sky a meadow, constellations, flowers.
Yet, peace resounds, the evil cowers.
Hope, the thing with feathers, quietly, resiliently flapping.
There’s something about the lonely hours,
The sky a meadow, constellations, flowers.
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 7:43 PM UTC
i'm not the one.
simply because I don't want to be, new chick old space.
lips, covering a spot that was permanently meant for someone else.
you tell me the truth, but not right away.
you're elusive, after i told you - i need to be able to trust you.
you talk so slow, I wonder if you're just looking for me to reassure you.
i don't have the answer-
that's why i asked the question.
why are you looking at me like that, sizing me up.
before you say, what you inevitably will say.
why is every statement soaked in caution?
are you scared of me?
are you shy, insecure, unsure?
don't you know who i am at all?
i gave like i never gave before, no regrets.
it felt good, i would do it again.
maybe next life, when we meet - new friends.
you say, for a long time.
i ponder, relativity.
i gave you my time, my heart, my body.
taken, taken, taken.
so much weight now on your side now.
we don't walk in step anymore.
i think we should part. You go your way and I mine.
i'll say i think you are insincere, but really you make me sick.
and i don't want to be your girl anymore.
i'm not the one.
simply because i can't wait for you to say what you want.
because i don't know if you deserve me anymore.
because i don't want to contemplate what you are thinking, and didn't act on.
because i don't want to live recapping four months ago.
who has a life to throw, wondering.
Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 12:07 AM UTC
sweaty back fat
rolling
over rolls --
eating a roll, I roll down to the roller rink and roll a joint
some buddies roll up and roll down the window
passing them the rolled joint I roll a second
recoiling over the soiled roach I toil in the sun
boiling oil and alcohol
when the coil goes out… their plans foiled
after a long draw and the subsequent hack I step back
attacked by the rack of snacks
and dabbing wax… far off a sax blows slow
noticing a spot on my slacks, I shake a fist at the smokestacks
and crack addicts
….and flax seed eaters
….walmart greeters
egg beaters omelet with bacon and cheese
fit of the munchies
pleased by the greasy ****** I seize the opportunity
to sneeze
freeze
inconceivable nonsense moves to the side a point starts to form
recapping, I like rhymes and poems
but I also desire to be taken serious….
I am thinking this is not the path
……………maybe I will have a bath
then do some math homework
Apr 10, 2014
Apr 10, 2014 at 4:01 PM UTC
though thine wife gladly
(and long time ago)
verily swept passed
her final child bearing year
this house broken husband
genuinely hankers to father
(yes sire re:to set sea men
"NOT FAKE," nor NONGMO
free and reduced)
and longingly participate
in parenthood again
donning baby proof couture wear
analogous (as aye imagine dragons
fire breathing worth tolerating),
those who fervently veer
yearning to undergo
*** reassignment surgery (SRS)
with unintentional surgeon's delicate tear
aye thru thoroughly anesthetized flesh,
(especially genitals under going
transformational substantial removal
via said - bravely bite ting the bullet -
sharp pinching shear)
contemplating, formulating, issuing
personal specifications to cutting crew
validating, testifying recapping re: questing
genitals do not reappear
since significant surgery purport, some hetero
****** person might **** sitter queer
yet no doubt a homosexual
and/or lesbian would ap pear
to understand completely if *****
didst unwittingly accidentally overhear
confidential conversation,
yet warmly reassured the speaker,
they did not intend to get near
enough to glean enough information
that said transexual could reduce wardrobe
with women and/or menswear
and this once distraught,
distressed, and distributed
without willingness unfairly
fated to live stemmed,
undoubtedly wrought from ****** misalignment,
would post surgery
hover off the ground and modestly
swagger off into the sunset
(this scenario projection strictly of mine)
anyway ***** could map out in one direction
destiny describing,
an upswinging trajectory linear
once future freed where gender now nsync
with physical gonadal accouterment
unconcerned if urge arises
to swivel derriere with flare.
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matthew scott
highland manor apartments
schwenksville, pennsylvania
19473
USA
Apr 15, 2018
Apr 15, 2018 at 8:32 PM UTC