"riggs" poems
I fished a box from the bottom of my closet
The box I have used and reused
(For quite some time)
(For the same enough reasons)
For I have nothing more left
I placed three of your shirts
(Same scent since you last wore it)
(Same scent since I last used it)
Two of which I have altered for my figure
One which reminds me of your sweat, your body, your fervor
As much as it pains me,
I need to give up the ones that lingered the most too.
A book for every special occasion
A novel for every month, for every day
I wanted to keep the memories (but not you)
I stacked Percy Jackson, Amy and Roger.
I piled Riggs, Clare and Seth Baumgartner.
I sealed the words that once got me through
(The days without you)
I’m giving them all back, so you’d know how it feels too.
I peeled our smiles, the kisses and hugs, the happy days
(Which we used to have)
I removed our photos from my collage
I deleted you from my camera
And I’m returning (our love) the products of your films to you.
I kept one. One photograph to remind me
Of how much I have loved and lost.
I kept one. To forever have this memory
Of how much love we had.
I kept one. (To remind me never to come back)
I untangled the bracelet, the necklace and the ring.
I have spent my minutes treasuring them.
But my time spent is enough.
Now, this will be yours to have.
To remind you (too) to never come back.
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 12:55 AM UTC
Lethal Lethal! my words are medieval...What's a church to sinners if there all evil?
Others watch as the camel dives through the eye of a needle
I spit that professor-x direct to your cerebral....am evil Knievel...I jump off my white horse into a pile of beetles my crooked style is...
Lethal...Weapon 5..tell Riggs to put the weapons high..
I call cannabis to the floor to handle this
Fingers bent back, will leave you handless
I cut the lights and blind your brain from your mental manuscript
with no Bic in hand..my words write themselves quicker than quick sand..You must be a toilet because I am The **** man
And sadly I have diarrhea...but strangely I **** hard bars...the size of pizzeria's made of bricks
Now how can you deliver a punch line with a swollen fist?
I quickly rip your lumbar-5 call it open Disc....hope your recording this...
Now watch me, Sammy Sosa, this
**** in the form of words...I'm not sure if this is appropriate...
Keep your eyes open kiddddss!!
That's how the Chinese cookie crumbles, guess that's unfortunate.
I can see the future, it's an anorexic clock your time is running thin.
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 11:27 AM UTC
Names are funny funny things
like a bell that often rings.
Time brings in its crazy swings;
surf the web and memory pings.
Can't negotiate this site;
rhymes are all I can recite.
Well, I here submit a flight
of feeble rhymes to frame my plight:
I cannot find a Councilman
McClester, a real gentleman.
If you the poet and that man
are different, then this dumb fan
will simply have to find more guides
where Councilman McClester hides.
But if it's here the C'man bides
and frees your soul as it derides
in lay upon delightful lay
the foibles of the current day,
then I can only truly say
your probity has made my day.
Geoffrey Riggs
Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 2:14 PM UTC
(preface to constipation)
way before aye knew
the name Fletcherism applied
tummy uncommonly (recherché) atypical dyed
in the wool feeding and/or slaking thirst guide
did precepts sans hungry
deaf eating beast impossible to hide
(the ferocious growling harassing imp -
armed to the figurative teeth ready to pounce
viz casus belli sans reeling off
a pseudo say id dish us vicious jeremiad
me, this unrepentant conscientious masticator,
who re: lied
on self control unbeknownst
to this pumpkin eater
unwittingly followed
the basic tenet of Fletcherism - custom made
modus operandi vis a vis exercising okayed
mandibular metered (when famished),
eyes kept closed while tongue gently played
adhered to practice of eating small amounts,
which discipline stayed
engorging self, and as a result
(consuming sustenance
only when hungry avoiding
(wolfing like an instantaneous blitz krieg flash)
found me aware visa vis master car ding
marginal increase in pounds meaning
thy body electric weighed
approximately for long stretches
when a habitue at one or another dining digs
stuffed nibbling on hors d'oeuvre figs
adequately satiating with with oomf
when contra dance caller Scott Higgs
announced "hands four," which signal
helped get my mojo back
and reel lee deuce home jigs,
which kickstarted, syncopated,
oft times espying Bobbie Riggs
who years gone back **** Vic Tory huss
e'en when donning apparel of Whigs
like colluding trump petting molecules
that via tiff ***** doth zags and zigs.
Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 3:15 PM UTC