"repellant" poems
Drawn to each other by some magnetic force
Someone else pulls the strings on this course
Two magnets attracting each other with a tight bond
Meeting any controversy with repellant and despond
This mysterious force drives us together night after night
Never ever fearing because its our preemptive right
Mar 14, 2011
Mar 14, 2011 at 11:14 AM UTC
I mean, it felt like I was a dead fish
Or something, left to rot out there in the sun,
Left there on purpose, you know, like it was
A threat—and Charles, it stinks—you know that?—
—the stench of all those old thoughts—
Yeah, thoughts…you know,
Like guppies maybe, sturgeon, or flounder.
You laugh? Why? Fish can think, can’t they? They flounder.
Suppose as we grow old the ancient thoughts
Appear as songs a child might sing—sotto voce.
Suppose they’re like the masks the actors wore
In some Commedia dell’Arte farce,
Or like the web a spider strings across
A road, hidden, dark, all subtle tension,
The strands still wet with the coagulate air…
Too wet to breath, Charles, way too wet.
There’s more. Suppose a face inside that mask
Looks back, looks out. Suppose the rings run circles round
The eyes, for fear. Suppose it’s an old face of yours,
Charles, smiling too, with all that sullen pride
You once were so capable of…so proud.
This is not the Lone Ranger, kimosabi.
Not Zorro either. Man is least himself
When he talks in his own person. So let’s
Try on that mask, shall we?
One for you and one for me.
Masks aplenty, masks abound,
Masks askance…
There, it fits. Welcome, Charles. Welcome back.
And welcome ghost.
…a ghost to prompt you in your mask, a ghost
off stage, and hoarse from shouting, diaphanous,
just like the real thing: for curiously,
at that moment while he is in you,
in situ, as it were, I will be left
au naturel—yeah, me—king for a day.
We were all meant to crawl away from the sea,
were we not?
…and I count the collective ghosts here too,
Charles…
… atavistic, frightened, unaneled,
and openly integumentary
(thus, open to the sea, but repellant
to air)
—owls, Orion, a star-scarred sky,
too cold to breath that night,
too cold not to, eh, Charles?
Like Don Quixote and Sancho Panza,
like Hamlet and Horatio,
out with the watch, in search
of ghosts and fathers…
ghosts and fathers, Charles.
You remember that?
Back then, when you used to listen to me
when I spoke. You did listen, then, Charles when
I said things, right?
All those old thoughts…
When I could sing…
Charles?
Feb 15, 2010
Feb 15, 2010 at 8:52 AM UTC
I cannot fit in these circles they build me
I cannot be bullied outside my reality
I cannot be dragged in their dark tunnels
I cannot be drugged inside their quarries
FOR
When all fades away the 'self' has to be whole
When all shades the 'self' within has to reconnect
The 'self' has it's own shell that crowns it's life
The 'self' is an open field shielded from the storm
My 'self' will not indulge in the mediocre cranes
My 'self' will not be spotlighted for egoistical tunes
My 'self' redeems as it condenses in the mist of the dew
My 'self' is my ultimate repentant, a repellant from the norm
Jul 13, 2016
Jul 13, 2016 at 7:43 AM UTC
it’s saturday, my 24th birthday is in exactly one week. that’s so crazy. today i sang “somewhere over the rainbow” at a family funeral. it was one of the most peaceful funerals i’ve been to. i’m getting over a sickness right now and i’m starting to not feel as ****** even though it’s so weird.. my hearing is as if i have my ears plugged with my fingers and i’m talking aloud. all i can hear clearly is my voice, everything else is muffled. just a lot of sinus pressure, but i’m def over the worst of this particular virus. it was nice seeing and sitting next to my twin today. i took him home on my way home and saw where he’s living so that was also good. my favorite band weezer released a new teal album that’s composed of covers of many different classic, very recognizable, tracks. i love it of course. work is all right, but i can feel myself getting bored. perhaps it’s myself getting through this winter. this winter has been a little too long for my liking. even though the spring brings allergies, it brings SUN. and while i would prefer to be cold than hot... the sun brightens my heart and soul. and while i love all of earth’s creatures... i stand by 100% death to all mosquitoes. but who doesn’t love some allergy pills, h2o, and a lil mosquito repellant. oh! and chapstick. i’ll be house sitting in sugarhouse before my birthday, then finishing house sitting on my b day. then flying to ohio with mcd for his older brother’s wedding. then coming home on the 11th to chill before returning to work on tuesday. i think so, yeah...
my three beautiful kits are perfect as usual. tonight it’ll be a fun night with the bf and our friends playing vid games and sipping wine. before yet another work week. i still talk to my mom and dad every day, usually on my way to or from work. anyway. nap time.
Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 6:19 PM UTC
a caricature of compensation
he's a decent gent but spent his rent
on bug repellant and a British accent
they circumvent the scent of malcontent
present tense, presenting the tents
to the residents of the tenements
post trauma
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 12:31 PM UTC
I am an aristocrat.
The kind that molds and seams sentences,
one word upon another as if they were ancient incantations
taught to the younglings of Native American tribes. Generations upon generations.
I’m well spoken.
Can’t you tell? The way I’ve found that happy medium between the whimper and the whine?
I won’t be a bother. No, no, if you want me to kneel for you, I’m the frayed ends of your welcome rug. Sing you a song?
I am your mobile radio.
Tap my dials, I’ll make you squeal
with delight in the evening light.
Tip, turn
She was an American girl.
You yell, you scream.
I’m a sweet talker.
I’ll make you slit your eyes with pretend apprehension and the slightest, least perceptible grin I’ve ever witnessed performed by a member of humankind.
Oh, you know I’m never lonely.
Never have I spent minutes in the corner
scrounging for the few innocent nickels I’ve left to
maneuver claws and
obtain my purity.
No, my pockets are full.
Full of falling stars.
And not even just my front ones. I’ve got so many that it’s starting to affect my strut so people notice and congratulate me on my confident and masculine demeanor.
I was told to save them for a rainy day.
But I’m rain repellant.
That billowing storm wouldn’t dare approach me.
There is a drought,
and it’s deliberate.
Here, have a few of my stars.
I’m a real winner, and I’m living it large.
Touch me, I’m golden.
I am a fighter.
I am a winner.
So long, reflection, I’m off to woo the world.
Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 1:58 AM UTC
Humid August Morning
Packed in my mind lies, all betrayals of my past
It shows on my face like a ****** mask
Over the passing years nothing seems to change
Not even my wore out tattoos nicknames,
I seek answer; I search for peace,
I am caged, I am seized
With my innermost thoughts and convictions
What’s my purpose, which one of my petals is going to fall now?
Who’ going to step in and staged an intervention?
I am caged, I am seized, I am so loving ******
Surrounded by happiness, laughter and some forgiveness
Once again, here I am taking another summer test.
Open bars, aged faces, cold frosty Banks beers
An islander tradition nothing changes,
not even my tattoo nicknames, Bajan Yankee
Caribbean Queen and Meany heartbreaker,
However, when the laughter fades,
and the music stop in the most romantic setting
A black heart, a broken soul, makes old memories resurfaces;
I see so much, I heard so much and
I overthink so much about worldly things
How can I not go back to the land of the flying fish?
Or where the Bank beers are four for ten
Or where the rooster wakes us up at the crack of dawn,
where humble people just smiling
and saying hello makes a different.
The annoying mosquito buzzes under the protected nets
Till I reach for a can of repellant with anger and yelled who’s next!
I‘ve heard the annoying barks of the neighbor dogs
The unsettling morning news, but nothing as soothing
As watching a black bird singing in the apple trees.
Speaking to the heart of the humans souls:
Once again I am an Island Girl
*See how the nature trees, flowers, grass grow in silence
See the stars, the moon and the sun; we need to be able to touch souls*
Sep 4, 2016
Sep 4, 2016 at 10:17 AM UTC
Like outposts of Empire
with synchronised obedience,
instincts are embedded
every command unseen, unheard, but done.
People flee toward and from them
in blind eyed hope,
but they are mere reflections
of remote entangled entities,
engaged and yet repellant.
Giant men shake hands
tectonic plates shift, foundations shake.
Little people reach for each other
and fractures knit together.
Like Kubrick’s femur tossed by apes
our existence evolves and spins,
In time will it fall to dust from where it came?
to lie extinct between two poles.
Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 8:09 AM UTC
My boyfriend asked me to strip for him, so I did.
First I took off my pride. I wore it like a shawl to protect all my insecurities. He loved it.
I took off my shame. It hung around my legs, a thousand uncomfortable memories wound tight
like twine to hide my ability to be free and open. He loved it.
I took off my fear. They gripped my feet like stone slippers, hoping to keep me from ever leaping
as far as I was capable, often succeeding. He loved it.
Finally I took off my doubt. The doubt that was there so long it had become me. I ripped it off
revealing the flesh of my love for him and the bone-depth of my feelings for him and the blood
that rushed for only him, forever.
He didn’t love that.
He left wearing my clothes.
I dressed for winter.
Sep 14, 2013
Sep 14, 2013 at 5:20 PM UTC
The world turns and turns
Days and nights, pages in a book
My chapters are still
In the first act
I observe and open welcomings
Life would seem to have it so
Now I cross
Into the rising action
A world ulterior objects breeds
Full of infantile inhibitions
The world twists and turns
Coiled by the challenge that engulfs us
Sprung are the few, clenched are many
By the mist we inhale
Sprayed unto all from nowhere
And everywhere
The world twists and twists
A curdling sensation
We all turn numb from
Is my plight foreign, is anyone's?
Have the roads left a place to wander?
Leave me to the space between all
Away from marks of certainty
Rewritten or not
The chapters will continue
And the twists will turn the pages
Until my tale is done
And I begin the next
Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 10:41 AM UTC
In the Neverland days,
I'd sell mud-pies to the neighbors and they'd tell me they were a delicacy.
I'd teach the toads how to swim in a water pail,
and cry when they got away.
I was told by my kindergarten teacher that I was a love bug.
Now people spray pesticide along the streets,
in the houses they own,
flooding the air with insect repellant.
But I will thrive like a cockroach in nuclear war.
I will live.
I will love.
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 9:19 PM UTC
He walks up to her
Cute and calm
In her boots of fur
He walks up to her
With a smile he says hi
Cute and calm
She turns to look him in the eye
And with a nod she says good bye
He sees another girl
Poised and pretty
Decides to give it a whirl
He sees another girl
He taps her on the shoulder
Poised and pretty
Could he be the one to hold her
She turns to scoff forever colder
As he sits and waits for the world to shift
He thinks oh yeah oh yeah I've got the gift
What I say and what I do it's all irrelevant
I was born to be the female repellant
Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 5:32 PM UTC
awkwardly repellant,
of anything nourishing,
loving nothing but a cracked spine.
living useless unless you're upset.
i spend year-long nights,
watching stars spin across my face,
searching someone to stand,
that pathetic place you used to stay.
Jan 5, 2022
Jan 5, 2022 at 3:29 AM UTC
I refuse to come second
to someone so repellant and small
and I refuse to be told
I will never stand tall
I refuse to let him
push me around
and I refuse to feed his smile
with my poor, pathetic frowns
I refuse for you to stand
and think it's okay
and I refuse for you to see
me any other day
I refuse this friendship
and I refuse this home
what I ever saw in you
will become unknown
but you don't refuse
you pick and you choose
so it shouldn't be news
that I give up
Jun 16, 2013
Jun 16, 2013 at 8:22 PM UTC
We are here
Flames of the oil burn
Red as Passion
Then Black as the midnight
Lighted with the incandescence
In some town home’s
Low light.
We’re alight, aflame
In the hearth of heart
A huge void, nebula
We stars, are apart
While different nights flicker all the same
As planets return from whence they came
Illuminated by the spice of ***
A pact, a covenant with the sun
Burning in a blackened scrim
As though in the void, nebula
Another revolution
Arching to begin
These giants flicker, the souls of my world
These stars I call my friends
To repellant forces we’re linked in defiance
In tenacity
In camaraderie
The laws of physics
Defy US!
By its dictates we can’t know when
That what begins
Must surely end…
But we burn like stars
In the midnight air
And in my scope
And in my sky
Nothing but blackness, infinity there
As long as the earth
And all its stars exist together
I know I can't know
What does not last forever.
Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 1:25 PM UTC
The 14th day of the month
Gold exquisite birth
Worth $ * % ++ =
A ton of Gold & $$$
See you in September
He's 24 karat gold I phone
(Bee sting gold weight
all new)
- - - - - - - - -
My 14 karat gold toilet
Such a rarity very few
only wants to flush you
Just hush the crush go posh
to lush hell get ya gush
Around the mulberry bush
A dasher, not the slasher
Shabby chic selling her
goods of trash to the
pusher
She lights up like the
refrigerator he's the
"Jumping Jack Flash"
Rolling Stones
Brown sugar turned
14 karat gold
* * * * * *
Gold turned to sugar
Raw
Drinking her lips
Screwdriver
Overly Folger the dirt
warm brown dew
Change me to gold new
Beyond any redeemable
Hope inside gold-finger
folder
The Grecian Islands robe
The thousand island
of dressings
Seance 14 karat globe
confessing
14 karat shined on
She schemed him on
She tied him in like
rope
All the judgment days
Just one day bring on
hope
Honesty is the best
rivalry her gold you will
get linked to her sanity
How there pledging went out
But she saw something of
purity
- - - - - - - -
Too much gold on her door
Let's be "Planet Clean"
so repugnant
Hands coming out like
green mutants
Mother in gold monster
Wicked spray repellant
So gallant goldwork
Scrollwork fine lines
Show and tell me
All his crimes
"Impersonator"
You just love to
hate her $
honey, I will
see u later
She always flushes her
loves down
the toilet
All Gold Mr. Bond
4 your eye - - only
14 karat
She's the Sire
of magnet's
She sticks like
Orange petal
blossom huh?
Oh! honey this is about
Gold duh he
doesn't orange me
But she will never
Bee plain honey 10 times your $ $ $
as you see
Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 10:57 AM UTC
The Shaded Tree
There's nothing like a warm summer day
To picnic under a shaded tree, a gentle breeze
To cool your mood as you gobble down food
Swatting at flies from your fries and pies, make you
Want to close your eyes, and conjure up a beehive
No repellant to ward off the any invasion trekking on
The picnic basket, carrying bits of food as they steadily
Form a line gathering up the chunks of rind, and making
There way to that ant hill mine, you close your eye's
And take a deep breath of nature's fragrant air
Wishing you were in Kriti Crete or on a cruise ship
Sailing the islands, and listening to the music drumming
In your ears, no care of fear as you swat the flies and stomp
The ants as they steadily approach the spot you enjoyed
For a little while, neither glance skyward to see the clouds
Float by, nor nap under the shaded tree
As you pack up the picnic basket, and shake out the crumbs
On the blanket, you glance up at the leaves on the tree branches
With a thought to come back another day to have
A picnic and sit under a big shaded tree
Jun 12, 2017
Jun 12, 2017 at 4:11 PM UTC
late june, it is a darker green,
jasmine climbs the window,
storms brew, we are older now.
we have watched the house,
is he leaving now? is this that darker
place?
plans for the forest fell apart, with apathy,
lack of repellant. we will try again,
tonight.
it is a darker place.
sbm.
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 12:41 AM UTC
The morning's dark and gloomy
chance or rain, the papers said ;
I put on rain-repellant gear
and it's off to the trails I head.
Skies are shadowed and cluttered
like shrouds, the clouds roll by;
but below me the ground is solid
brown, hard packed, and dry.
Beside me, a glow's now forming
the sun, now takes center stage;
it lightens the landscape around me
and its color now, is beige.
But it lasts for only a moment
the shrouds come creeping back;
and in minutes the darkness returns
and is changing the color to black.
But now I've begun my return
and my hiking's on the wane;
I've gambled the odds in my favor
by dodging the chance of rain.
Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 2:58 PM UTC
I'd like to write about myself
It's strange that when I am attracted to someone
I make myself repellant
I'd like to talk about how I feel unattractive
I'm self-conscious
So I just hope nobody likes me
Because they'll see
They'll know everything
It's not good
It's worse than I thought
I'm hoping for the best
But I know I should stop hoping
Yet still I don't want to stop
I need that median
Where I feel comfortable with praise
And I''m not so ungracious
I'm worried about nothing
And nothing is what I feel
I had my first pap smear today
It felt empty in there
I can't believe myself
How much I self-sabotage
How I come on too strong
And yet I can't reign in my confidence
Being a woman is tough
I have so much sympathy for us
Or maybe I'm the only woman who has it tough
Some of them seem effortless and graceful
I'm just easy
Don't seek sympathy
Be sympathetic
Don't seek kindness
Because when you feel like crying
You need to smile so others can go on
Everyone knows
Life is tough
Just a little bit more
Stay true.
Jul 24, 2017
Jul 24, 2017 at 2:41 PM UTC