"runaround" poems
There is much about you to remember
Am terrified I might forget
To me appears you already have
Realization that makes me upset
Nothing to stop image from fading
From brain a bit more each day
Picture your face so clearly now
Know time will steal it away
Writing all our memories
The best way to ensure
In some way I'll preserve you forever
The perfect specimens we were
You do not care
Freeze precious snapshots
Because to you they did not matter
If love was a delicate vase
You would purposefully topple it simply to see shatter
Sit down to rest tired feet
Exhausted from leading around in laps
Do not know you're giving me the runaround
You set fire to all the maps
Apr 17, 2021
Apr 17, 2021 at 2:07 PM UTC
I don't think its broken
But it sure is bruised
The runaround I'm getting
Has left me so darned confused
I told you I loved you
And it left you so cold
I feel like I've been beatin
Kicked ,stomped on, and rolled
HELP ME I'VE FALLEN
And I can't give up
One broken heart .....is
.....One too much
So now I lay here
On this cold dance floor
I just keep on crawling
Coming back for more
I've fallen ....but I just can't give up!!
Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 12:44 PM UTC
Disingenuous
you're a
hip hop
***** mop
slap right in the face
a turn down
runaround
useless piece of space
a pretender like you really care
but I know you ain't going anywhere
so disingenuous
I'm a
cold fish
broken dish
ran away with a spoon
I look alive
with a high five
cow jumping over the moon
a pretender like I really care
but I know I ain't going anywhere
so disingenuous
we can dream
we can scheme
stay on the top of pretenders
we can cry
and wonder why
alone in a world of contenders
so disingenuous
Gomer LePoet ....
Oct 18, 2013
Oct 18, 2013 at 8:47 AM UTC
I saw him led across my BLACK AN D WHITE television screen in the rundown city of NEWARK huge shades covered his eyes like black bandages head skyward voice a dynamite musicial roar of sound as RAY CHARLES screamed I GOT A WOMAN WAY OVER TOWN THAT"S GOOD TO ME THAN JAMES BROWN in a shoulder cape danced did a split dropped to his knees and roared PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE and PAPA GOT A BRAND NEW BAG the DRIFTERS took the stage with UNDER THE BOARD WALK JACKIE WILSON ex boxer punched out the tune LONELY TEARDROPSwhile doing another split and throwing his coat or hankerchief to waiting screaming fans DION AND THE BELMONTS told about RUNAROUND SUE SMOKEY ROBINSON AND THE MIRACLES with his high falsetto touched the rafters with TEARS OF A CLOWN the TEMPTATIONS told everybody that would listen that PAPA WAS A ROLLING STONE and I WISH IT WOULD RAIN so that no one will see my teardrops when I go outside BROOK BENTON with his smooth baritone sang about A RAINY NIGHT IN GEOGIA and that ITS JUST A MATTER OF TIME and THE JAGUARS were careful on tiptoe because THE LION SLEEPS TONIGHT ELVIS PRESSLEY wanted to know ARE YOU LONESOME TONIGHT and sang about THE JAILHOUSE ROCK and JERRY LEE LEWIS known as the killer on the stage beat beat the piano like a bad child with elbows feet hands letting us know about there is A WHOLE LOT OF SHAKING GOING ON we ain't faking there's a whole lot of shaking going on
Sep 8, 2013
Sep 8, 2013 at 9:06 PM UTC
Facebook tells me you have someone new
or really, not-so-new, as the dates on these photos
reveal that she was around long before
I even tied my shoes to leave.
Meanwhile, yours were fully laced, giving me
the runaround, and I see she was at your marathon
on Sunday, standing in the morning cold for 3 hours
just to watch your chicken legs shuffle across a finish line.
I’m sure she kept plenty warm though, wearing those
fingerless gloves she knits and sells on Etsy,
overpriced, with buttons that don’t attach to anything
while you’re attached to her.
A quick Google returns her MySpace page,
updated about two years too recently, and a YouTube video
of a song she wrote– two oscillating chords,
her voice trilling something about little birds.
The two of you are building tent forts held up by Christmas lights
and making s’mores in the living room fireplace
and she comments “if that’s not love...”
Trust me, sweetie– it’s not.
Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 3:43 PM UTC
I am always the constant.
He is the little boy on the beach
Endlessly chasing after the same kite.
She is the wave
Always thrusting away from the shore.
I am always the constant.
He is the hitchhiker
Always running away and searching for answers.
Yet, I am always the constant.
A different boy.
He is the flirt on the street
Who always gives the runaround.
They are the countless numbers
Heartbreaking rebels without a cause.
He is the butterfly
Who has evolved into a beautiful person.
They are the mice
Walking blindly into the traps.
I am the constant.
Sep 11, 2013
Sep 11, 2013 at 3:20 AM UTC
He knew.
That's all she could think about.
He knew.
And she had no clue how.
He knew.
And that a mystery profound.
He knew.
But didn't give her the runaround.
HE KNEW.
And stayed to be her wolfhound.
He knew.
This is love, no doubt.
She knew
His promise is his vow.
Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 1:47 PM UTC
Can It Be?
Can it be that we
No longer have to worry,
Be concerned about IQ and such,
It not much longer meaning much
When something’s to be learned?
Can it be we do not need those centers
To adapt and enter
Higher states,
Taking in non-useful crates
Of knowledge and/or information.
Wouldn’t that be lovely…
Days that don’t demand the shove
Of knowledge from an app
To make you happy?
Synapse, axon, neuron:
Hordes of intricate connections
Just to reach a level new;
Some new standard, some new status
You consider you.
Well, it seems that they’ve discovered
What you probably knew all the time:
You only need a darned few dendrites,
Through the days and nights
Of facts and figures all around;
Surrounding signals chemical/electric
To slow down the darned runaround.
Can it be that life that thrives
Is simpler than our brains surmise
From all the data thrown at us?
Maybe just a little meditation
And the silencing of motion
In the ocean of illusion
And the feeding of a news that’s false -
What we’re really needing,
The concoction and the potion
Has been right before our noses
All the time.
Can It Be? 3.29.2018 Our Times, Our Culture II; Revelations Big & Small; Arlene Corwin
Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 4:41 AM UTC
I love you yet I have to let go
Never granted me the chance to get close
I've been running tirelessly in circles
Waiting for you to love me back
You cast a powerful spell on me
Three and a half years long
Yet you've barely uttered a vowel
Your eyes put the root on my weak heart
So I ran inside this hamster wheel
In hopes you would set me free
Time is up and need to break out
No more of this dizzying runaround
Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 11:33 AM UTC
New years eve, could be ******
You see I wanted to go to a new years eve party
Back in the year 1995, I wanted to celebrate the good old year
Where Carlton won the flag, I booked in to go to the Wests Rugby Club party
And, I was looking forward to it, yeah I was a real smartie
I started the night having dinner with my folks, and after dinner
When the doors opened, I went into the room
Where they had the new years party with the cool band who was called Electro
And we all danced to songs like Rubber Ball, Leroy Brown, Teddy Bear and the Bohemian Rhapsody, yes we all had so much fun
They played so many other songs, and yeah I was certainly getting down, yeah
Then they played some AC/DC tunes like highway to hell, you shook me all night long and TNT, those songs were cool and I practiced my headbanging to those songs, yes it was totally cool, dudes, and after about 1 hour he started playing party music
Like Ice ice baby and achy Breaky heart, I want you back and a Cold Chisel song, Flane trees, yes I loved them, and after that,yes there were songs like
Runaround sue and when midnight hit we played prince's 1999, but we said 1995, yes we had fun that night, you know partying to every song
And chatting up every chick, and also really letting our hair down low
And after it was over some people got worried that I was alone o. New years eve
And then I won a bottle of champagne and one man wanted to **** me
Yes, I know what he was saying, I ain't a mallakka, I have to lay low
For a while, and only go out to fun events, for families
And yes, I am still happy, cause I had a cool night
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 9:37 PM UTC
I’ve got a tender itch
Itching for more sweet bliss
Just one temporary fix
Of a sublime runaround
I just really need
That one true special thing
We can be all this world needs
Or we could die so young
Jun 21, 2018
Jun 21, 2018 at 9:19 PM UTC
It's the skill set that we get and how we use it, but I bet that some will waste the opportunity and only see the things they want to see,
like blind men in a runaround, over and over the same old ground,
it gets a bit monotonous.
I hear a thunderous applause, someone's added one more clause to the high five big society,
'all in it together'?
wait and see.
There's a new wave rolling out, I don't doubt it's for the best but I bet again it may not last, them lazy ******** cast their votes, drowning in their fancy coats.
Cromwell come and save me please, these men are mice but I eat cheese,
not fair to me when such hypocrisy can rule the roost.
It's Wednesday and in the trap of midweek moving, feeling flat, inflated though by what goes on,
The time will come, I wish it would
but until then I'll join the other men
in a game of bowls.
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 4:06 AM UTC
broken hearts
in my eyes
in the corner of the matinee
like a shadow cast aside
another balancing act
on the edge of a knife
firecracker lies
scattered
all over the conversations
moth and flame game
the prize: your fire
the price: my peace
my love is your hostage
i am afraid
that you might **** it with ease
your gleam
your silent attack
makes me want to slip
through the crack
of a broken tile
the heat
subsides
for each passing mile
runaround
cooldown
till you forget
that you forgot me
where will i be?
who knows...
might even
take off with the crows
Jan 31, 2025
Jan 31, 2025 at 1:09 PM UTC