"relocate" poems
Once there was a little boy
With dreams that touched the sky
He was the darling first born son
Apple of his mother's eye
He was polite and kind to all
Regardless of their age
But never took kindly to those
Who would put his mind into a cage
So while his mother loved him so
He only made his father frown
And over the years his heart was crushed
By the man who only put him down
Approval is a funny thing;
It changes someone's life
In bulk it makes receivers shine,
In absence kills the heart with strife
So the little boy just ran away
Find love in other ways
And ending up more broken
Limping through each God-forsaken day
He wasted quite a bit of time
Feeling sorry for himself
Until finally he grew up some
And put old feelings on the shelf
"It's time to relocate," he thought
"Time to make a name for me."
It was time to take control of his life
Decide his own destiny
Then some girl came waltzing in,
Botching his newfound plan,
Eyes a portal to a lovely soul
And blemishless heart outstretched in hand.
This couldn't happen, not again
He wouldn't change his mind
This boy had places to go and be
And love was just not worth the time
So he packed up all his things again
His "life" a sentimental might say
And with out even a goodbye
Ran like hell the other way.
Jan 19, 2012
Jan 19, 2012 at 10:10 PM UTC
As the minutes drift into hours
I stare at the flowers
That died the day you left.
And they say keepers win in the war of finders,
But I'm not so sure.
Cos, the reminders
Of what used to be.
Have soured.
And I try and devour
Memories,
Spaces, faces, places
That we shared.
And I choke on some, and others slide down.
--
And I wander if I even cross your mind, my love
And do you remember the time
You said that you'd always be mine
And that forever was too short a time
For you and I.
Those lies you spun, like a spiders web,
Took place, built homes
Inside my head
And I didn't try to relocate
Because all I could do was appreciate
That someone finally cared.
And those memories that we shared,
Those faces, spaces and places
They're all so vivid.
I can smell the scent of your sweet perfume, and feel the water
Splash
When we went down that log floom
And we both held on so tight,
We were determined not to let eachother go. With all our might.
So what happened, my love?
What changed inside that beautiful frame of yours
What's the reason you began to close all of those doors
And lock me out.
Cos it's strange to be a stranger
And I don't like the danger
That comes with
Not knowing who I am, or you were.
And the uncertainty of who we were together.
Cos the forever we promised
Has been and gone, and call me crazy
But I expected to hold on to it
A little longer.
I thought we were stronger.
Your honey gold hair hung
Down over your face
As you told me about these places and spaces that we shared
Could be no more
My world crashed and burned
And fizzled out
And I found new ammunition
To tear myself apart
To pull to pieces
My damaged heart.
And once I was done
I hung the picture frame
You threw onto the floor
On a sign on the doors,
Saying keep out.
And my barriers went up
But my walls crumbled down
Tell me,
Are you around, my love?
Are you laughing and smiling
And have you moved on...
2013 ©
Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 2:30 PM UTC
there is no better shoe
breezed and open
leather soles
reeking from my trips
to here
and there
when i go to wash them
on sunday afternoon
i always find a stinging lizard
but i know its mostly my environment
if i could move
should i relocate
there should be far less pain
nothing to ***** about
a new space means
the denial of spiders of the mouth
denial of room temp pasta salad
denial of eat hate pray
please
let me wash your feet
Aug 24, 2013
Aug 24, 2013 at 8:39 PM UTC
i arrived
early enough
to be comfortable
in my seat as
the patient and
impatient alike
shuffled the aisle
negotiating the overflow
of flaring elbows
protruding feet
and cumbersome torsos
a waltz of
dismissive apology
their only hope
to find their place
without inconvenience
yet with little interest
in whether they might
inconvenience
other passengers
along the way
watching
as a man
recently evicted
from the seat
he had evidently
not booked
surveys the nearby
empty spaces
his mind churning
an internal gamble
of which one
might promise
the longer period
of peace
before the rightful
owner arrives
he knows
he will need
to relocate
once more before
his journey's end
at some point
unknown to him
but predetermined
nonetheless
despite this
he settles down
in a seat marked
"reserved"
and closes
his eyes
Nov 30, 2022
Nov 30, 2022 at 6:34 AM UTC
And though I may not mention it,
I need you to remain and sit in place within my life.
I'm home, I don't mind a few renovations but you can't move out.
Change the furniture, change the setting, change the colours of this love, but don't pack up.
Don't relocate, because I can't leave with you, hence I live with you.
Continue to settle, continue to speak your plans to my walls, we'll breathe life into them.
And may the building of this love never feel the clocks run forward.
by Dvniel Jones
Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 4:34 AM UTC
Bank,
took away my tract-home-house, got divorced from my last cheatin’ spouse
Laid-of from my company job, all I get to eat is corn-on-the-cob
Get evicted cant pay no rent
Rains too **** much to pitch me a tent
Kinfolk don’t like the mess I’m in, so I became a bohemian . . .
Trailer Home Romeo, I’m a trailer ho-home romeo
Kinfolk don’t like the shape Im in, so I drink with trailer park beer drinkin men !
Pay Taxes that I owe? Hell No ! I’m a bohemian on the go a trailer ho-home romeo!
Bought me an old F-150 Ford, at least I ain’t got no **** landlord
I cash in cans I find on the ground, easy work get paid by the pound
Can’t buy me no tonic and Gin like the rich Good-Sam suburbians
I fix my own truck rent-a-wreck, told I don’t qualify for no welfare check
Afriad to go outside in the day for a jog, got bit last week by the neighbors dog
Can’t track me down, I’m always on the go, move down south if it starts to snow!
Move when I want don’t have to hesitate, hitch-up my truck and relocate
My left tire just fell-apart so I propped it up with a K-mart shopping cart
Got me a bottle of Jim Beam to pamper, might get drunk but I’m a happy Camper !
Kinfolk don’t like the mess I’m in, so I became a bohemian . . .
Trailer Home Romeo, I’m a trailer ho-home romeo
Kinfolk don’t like the shape I’m in, so I drink with trailer park beer drinkin men !
Pay Taxes that I owe?
... Hell No !
I’m a bohemian on the go a trailer ho-home romeo!
© David Wayne Clare In Perpetuity - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Clairvoyant Music / BMI
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 3:20 AM UTC
The match struck and I ignited,
My heart melted like strong cheddar cheese
Bubbling,
with juvenile hope.
You taught me how to nurture my smile -
Let it run free.
You were the guide who helped me relocate
my laugh that got lost somewhere
on the left side of my brain
Now,
Every time my smile tries to fade,
Like comfort food seeping
through my punctured happiness,
Your fondue jokes take me back to that day,
like the burning cheese
that seethed into love.
Aug 5, 2013
Aug 5, 2013 at 5:21 PM UTC
Remove
Recover
Resolve
Replace
Relocate
Relapse
Rebound
Recycle
Rewind
Rewire
Relearn
Refund
Rekindle
Resound
Respond
Renegade
Relax
Rinse
Repeat.
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 8:22 PM UTC
Not really a poem, just words saying how I'm feeling after reading daily mean spirited comments about people who want success.
If I could afford it I would gladly move today.
I'm stuck in this ****** place with people who need educations and love to criticize, are content to work low paying jobs, drink at bars, cruise personals on Craigslist every day of their lives to hook up or get into quick relationships that don't last. The Christians and non Christians are so bored with their lives they love to spend time gossiping about people who are happy. Why can't Northern Michigan be Happy for anyone or make something of their own lives so they don't have to wish bad or criticize people who are minding their own business? Why can't the women of Northern Michigan get over petty jealousy of other women and stop trashing other women on rants and raves forum? Winter is coming and I'm not looking forward to being stuck on icy roads or snowed in with nothing to do but look at white snow. I've been saving money for a year to relocate by next summer I will have the funds to move to another state where it's warm and I visited a few years ago. That place was warm and the people had lives unlike the ones in Northern Michigan. I go to their region to read posts and I've never seen a post where anyone is slamming anybody for wanting a better life or aiming for success. Northern Michigan could learn a lot from people from other places who have lives. Anyone who wants to contribute to I WANT OUT OF NORTHERN MICHIGAN NOW FUND can contribute. Praying for someone to help me find a way to leave Northern Michigan fast because living here is driving me to the brink of insanity.
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 6:16 AM UTC
Those lies you spun like a spiders web
Took place, built homes,
Inside my head.
And I didn't try to relocate
Because all I could do was appreciate
That someone finally cared.
And yes I was scared,
Of the danger, of living with a stranger
The inconsistencies, the mysteries
The roller coaster that was you and me.
But I stood my ground,
Too thankful,
To finally have someone around.
Those lies they weaved,
There way into the darkest corners of my mind
And in desperation I gave up trying to find myself.
Still I remained a squatter
In the squalor, the mess
New levels of doubt and distress arrived
But I pushed them aside
I waited for them to subside
As I sat, in tears, screamed and cried
And I confided in you, trusted in you
A sea of unfamiliarity,
Swimming in a river,
That was murky,
Searching for clarity
In a place
Where nothing was sign posted,
No sense of direction
Desperate for any form of connection.
Feet rooted,
I made no attempt to escape
As your cape began to drown me.
You chipped away
Day by day
My foundations
And I so badly wanted it to be okay
Because I could finally say
I had someone.
Someone that said they cared
Despite the bruises I bared.
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 6:29 AM UTC
Each on a lone adventure
Their holidays collided then combined
So shared special self-made memories
And as fate became their destination
Their destiny took the challenge of distance
He ambled along his adventure
And she journeyed her way home
But the tingling of their meeting lingered
And their shared smiles shadowed their thoughts
Now love was stretched, but strengthened by distance
So when he had more time on her side
They were both soon willing to give it a try
Soon sinking so deeply in love
It was now their connection thrived
Only he was at a distance
Then they shared almighty adventure
Together their traveling passion took them afar
So far, for him this time she stretched out
And in his land they rested
Love had taken them the distance
Encountering an exciting diversion
They were soon gifted with new life
And with this charming commitment
Came a decision of destination
Whose pathway would take the distance?
Back upon the other side they settled
But this time it was to become theirs
And once harbored in a happy home
Their lives expanded and more family was grown
Now with no worries of distance
So for her he did relocate
And for him her family she gave
But he need not move on or away
For as their relationship has shown
Love knows no distance
Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 12:02 AM UTC
Morphing Memory
I sit, and watch, and wait
For the time, the place, the date
In a tree by the whitewashed gate
The moment more than a minute late
Stuck in a horrific scatterbrained state
As if insisting an ingress interest rate
Risking return to a tabula rasa slate
No longer the proprietress of prized real estate
Solely searching for the squandered second to relocate
Eternal anticipation for a sudden soothing spate
Fluctuating failure that hopefully time can eliminate
Desire to keep things straight and communicate, lifting this worn weight
May 2, 2011
May 2, 2011 at 4:55 AM UTC
rescue me oh lard rescue me...from these politicians neglecting me..pretend to be protecting me Fathers of the land selling me to the enemy..culture is men calling themselves ****** and seeking not to make an accomplice associate or friend but offending me, so much hate I'm gone need bout ten of me, relocate to a bunker deep in Tennessee and pass days with 160z brandy snifters, ice cubes and Hennessy smoking home grown steadily rising to cloud nine and a blown dome, so high if i fall I'll die I'll fall and I'll dive into fields of visions that release me to be free of superstitions, no judge no jury sorry officer no court convictions, and I'll still be smoking and wildin out feeding my addictions..aint living life with no restrictions or silent objections i sit back cleverly connecting reflections to bring to light my next projection..born a King by your election, to Adonai's call there is no objection..Missed me with that **** here I'll point a firm direction, faith be your guide your will be your own protection..walk ye in your life in the shadow of Gods grace and mercy eternally enslaved by enchantment, destined to despair as happiness ignorantly given to death by divination.
Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 6:46 PM UTC
Holla when she sakes
King of hearts Ripples through the lakes
Making to brake
Dollars to take
simple or fake
Roll them dice as she shakes
Anticipate to elevate
Partpicate the wake
Passionate to wait
Overcoming overflowing overdose overloading
System flowing
holding the soal
shifting titonic plates
exspensive stakes
Misplaced mistakes
Expensive taste
Liquidate the place
Displaced Love
relocate hallucinate
darken hate
Tornado hurricane earthquakes
shaded pain
ashes brings
shadowed rain
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 6:19 PM UTC
Hurled, entwined, the eyes go black,
Steel sarcophagus, demons stare back,
A glimpse so foul, of the abyss,
My life, it ends, possibility is missed,
The blood, gooey warm, and slick,
Lubrication of foulest finery and sick,
Glass shattering in mindless trance,
Thrown in the air to land on our back,
Twisted, cruelly formed, we look in oblivion,
Nothing sacred, it fits my life's ruin,
"Take me now Azrael, for I fear you not,"
Death will allow me to find peace and rot,
Worried, fearful, the gore too much,
Too little for my hands to touch,
Scalp displayed, upon landing safe,
I cry out, calming and wait,
The blood drips down upon my hand,
The pale skin turns sanguine, I find it hard to stand,
Entombed in metal, a twisted turn of fate,
She leaps to thought, I caress her cheek,
"Safe, be still, I'm here" I repeat.
I relocate my shoulder, a sickening pop
stomach turning pain, the faint I stop.
I wrench the door, and run around,
I rip hers open and rip casing to the ground,
Too shocked to cry, I gaze upon the wound,
I assess it as severe, although life is imbued,
_
CALL FOR HELP
I scream like the Devil.
My wrath for nothing but fear of loss
Drives my fury for her safety lost,
I hold a bandage to her head, and wait the eternal wait,
Speaking comforting lies, hoping they were true, and damning my own fate,
I hold her close and kiss her cheek,
I wipe the blood from my lips and realize I am weak.
"God, I'd give my life for her to heal"
Maybe it's a nightmare, this cannot be real.
-
In safety's arms, I still cry out,
I'M FINE, SEE TO HER, in doubt,
I leave my bed to wander the halls,
Searching for my name be called,
To be exhaled through the lips of a love,
To find my heart flutter, the wings of a dove,
The sight of her stabbed my eyes,
"Something so precious...", myself I despised.
I fought my way to her, and was almost placed in arrest,
I returned calm, I'm no help in duress,
I stand by her side and kiss her hand,
As my heart died, she smiled, I could stand.
May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 9:40 PM UTC
Dear Disinterest,
I must
Protest
Your sudden
Prevalence
You've got my mind
In a metaphorical state of
Ambivalence
And I think it best
You relocate
Rearguards,
A More Interesting Life
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 1:04 PM UTC
WHEN SHALL WE MEET AGAIN? _ Membis Godwin
When shall we meet again?
When the Sun would shine at night _
The Moon in day light?
When Everest would decay
Into the Red Sea while well dry?
Or when to Heaven the Devil would relocate
God to Hell. When man would make_
His Maker
Not out of dust but of hammer
When Fishes would live on land
In the depthless water would live a Leopard
When my Step-mother would in every season
Be ripe enough to reason
And America as senseless as a Lunatic-
Referred with having a Giant ****
Till then would I swim the flowing Stream of hope
Hoping to feel thy breath on my melting skin side.
May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 2:03 PM UTC
Sometimes you need to let the bad go.
All we did just let go, and never mind.
But baby, have you ever imagined that the pieces of broken glass still can relocate the water?
Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 1:07 PM UTC
All the silly banter
Combines with familiar cadence an echoing canter
Reveal to me the meaning of moon in Cancer
And erase that preordained connotation
I'm desperate in attempts for a proclamation
Evoke a melody on reminiscence and born anew
I shall not remiss for i walk in different shoes
While jiving along to the same melody of rhythm and blues
Reveling in the rowdy rock concert
Take a step with me and we can glide
Relocate the harrowing and relinquish my pride
I feel soap bubbles cleansing slowly
Rising inside
When i speak your true name
It can't be called upon only inspired by you
Inspiration is powerful from any perspective view
So let's rejoice in our wondering and wandering
And step through the flume
Patience is a virtue
Hold my hand because in truth
I only wish to walk with you
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 10:13 PM UTC
Several years have passed,
Since I entered last,
It all went by too fast,
But what is past, is past,
To roll down one's cheek,
Like a little blue streak,
To be all but meek,
About being chique,
To fall in love with a boy,
To tease and be coy,
To be bored out of your mind,
and to play with a toy,
To move and relocate,
The urge to populate,
To quietly suffocate and,
To want to defenestrate,
To tap and to pop,
And cafeteria slop,
Ask about a sad mop,
And to epicly rock,
To create a playlist,
and to tease balled fists,
To hide amongst swollen mist,
And not to have time on your wrist,
To drop a spork,
and to study a cork,
In order to work,
And to stalk Bjork,
Which brings us to now,
And I don't know how,
With the time I'm allowed,
Through these lines, I quickly plowed,
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 12:33 AM UTC
*I am a poem
I am a tattooed gospel music loving non conformist who
believes that Christ is just an excuse not to be responsible.
I am an antagonist who believes that God is a constant
conversation with the world and that whoever created the
conspiracy of good versus evil was a genius.
I am descendant of the stories encrypted on the Pyramids of Egypt;
I am the physical manifestation of God, the daughter of Man sent
by the creator with all might, faith and wisdom.
I am the melanin woman who walked barefoot,not because she
was uncivilized, she had a spiritual connection with the soil.
Noble and humbled, I have been shipped around the earth to
mother and father the restless and paranoid.
My teachings are the same redefined theories that provide
content to modern civilization and technology.
I am the blue prints of what is being sold back to me.
With this knowledge came the courage to redefine my self.
These days I find myself within insane verses that ooze with
contempt, cast into a life in protest, constantly contesting my
compromised legacy.
So I live on the battle fields armed with weapons of this world,
fatefully fighting my way out.
Trying to relocate to a place where man found no need to
count the days and years of his life.
I refused to play a part in the rat race of degrees and perfect
grades,for wisdom is more precious that gold.
I fight to stay alive because I am a product of war, while all I
want is to be your friendly neighbor.*
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 9:37 AM UTC
I've been missing you, Life
You change like the seasons
In how much time I've wasted
It was a matter of time before I was wasted
The drunken bargaining with myself
For a better tomorrow
Into entry levels
A means to an end
To the point of meaningless ends
To consume and acquire all
Everything just becomes like echoes in a hall
What's behind the right door?
I know my heart beats the path
But where do I drop the four on the floor?
I'm always running with someone else's song
Living in harmony
Was always wishful thinking
But hope is a helluva drug
I'll self-medicate with what's right for me
Relocate my mind's wiring
To wire tap reconditioning
I just need to be restimulated
Desensitized by the mundane
Monday through Fridays
Into an unfulfilling 9-5
Cubicle anti-life
Burning the candle at both ends
Trying to find the fire inside
May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 10:23 PM UTC
Shifted furniture days
spent trying to relocate
after raucous children
crusade to graduate
into the ever quickening
undertow of Father Time's
incessantly caressing
fingers and tongue
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 6:50 PM UTC