"savers" poems
Plastic bags are my super villain
and no I am not Aqua Man
I am Michael a normal male civilian
of some young-adult age,
whom is still willing to inconvenience himself.
Not so old, where holding multiple objects
sounds like an obstacle too acrobatic for the limbs to handle.
One can too many knock's off the balance of the elderly
and cast them off the trapeze of a sidewalk
into a net of asphalt, where being caught is a broken hip.
No that is not me, although it does remind me
of my grandma, because to her plastic bags are her life-savers.
It is a struggle to convince my grandma that I am a great trapezist
so we can leave these bags to their solitude
and finally defeat this enemy.
Although with plastic bags it is never so easy
they have plenty of goons who are willing to do the ***** work
forcing themselves upon us at any opportunity,
even those that don't make any sense, even for my grandma.
I Went to Best Buy and bought a brand new movie,"Unfriended"
and I got it for my grandma to watch, since she's a bit technophobic.
This movie will haunt her; for ghosts **** people through the internet.
What will haunt me is Destiny, the worker, handing me a plastic bag:
with a 13-ounce, smaller than a piece of paper Blu-Ray inside
...without even asking if I wanted a plastic bag.
Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 6:34 AM UTC
all real and vivid as it seems to be
none of it can be felt completely
a fluffy vision being reeled to our consciousness
suddenly evolving into a great nightmare
***
human voices always
ruining the good dreams
yet are life-savers when
we have our worst nightmares
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 9:15 AM UTC
Friday,
you smiled at me,
as I made my way out of the wreckage
Your smile was all I noticed,
set in your soft face,
teeth brighter than energy-savers
Now I know why you still smoke
And now it seems,
every man clad in black or grey,
a trench coat that buttons up to the neck,
is you..
You are an effigy,
of every man who masqueraded under the guise,
of potential lover
Who fumbled for their phones,
requesting mobile numbers,
Whose sallow hands have caressed me,
unwanted
But their teeth were unseen
Yours are a badge,
you proudly show off,
in all those smiles,
you give like gifts to me
But I can not keep them,
because they belong to the girl,
whose swollen lips you kissed,
not long ago
There is always another,
who expects your smile,
and knows by heart,
The number of teeth you keep
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 4:10 PM UTC
Behind these eyes are dreams
Dreams of love, laughter and promise
We dream these dreams,
To escape the harsh reality of life
Her mother just past
She's dreaming of rainbows
Making her life a little brighter
He had to move and leave all his friends
He's dreaming about new ones
Making his world a little brighter
She's battling depression it's getting really bad
But she still dreams of happiness
Making her world a little bit brighter
Dreams are life savers
Not like a doctor or life guard
In their own special way
But dreams my friend,
are only one of the very special gifts the world gives
Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 11:21 AM UTC
Sit right down let me tell you what we serve
You might think it quite absurd
But we only have just one dish
And it might even be what you wish
But apathy is our only course
I hope that is your choice
It's very easy to prepare
And everybody can have their share
If you don't like it we don't care
Empathy use to be our greatest cuisine
It really was quite supreme
But serving it was such a pain
And to admit it we are all just to vain
It took to much time
And it didn't pay a dime
We had to layer in the flavors
Of truly caring, love, patience, and of course life savers
Who has time for all of that, not us
We don't need all the fuss
For we only care about our own
To care about strangers we're not prone
Your tears we care nothing about
So just sit over there and pout
For we only serve one thing here.......apathy
We are to self-absorbed for.......empathy
Jun 10, 2016
Jun 10, 2016 at 12:45 PM UTC
This ship is sinking
but we're floating in life savers
floating in the arms of sirens
This ship is sinking
but we're floating towards the land
floating in the arms of sirens
We knew it from the start
but just didn't have the heart
to make them walk the plank
after drawing a blank
when we asked them why
{Chorus}
This ship is sinking
but we're floating in life savers
floating in the arms of sirens
This ship is sinking
but we're floating towards the land
floating in the arms of sirens
Feeling the tentacles on my leg
they wrap around, pull and drown
all the hope I had sunk
to the deepest blue's ground
And all the shimmering light
at the water's surface
never looked so white
never felt so bright
{Chorus}
This ship is sinking
but we're floating in life savers
floating in the arms of sirens
This ship is sinking
but we're floating towards the land
floating in the arms of sirens
Jan 3, 2012
Jan 3, 2012 at 9:36 PM UTC
Timelike and the decaying bodies piled high cease to amuse the vultures now
Single shots give the rebels confidence
They attack in force
Heavy machine gun fire from the west toss bodies into the air like ragdolls
Textbook
Vultures tearing at eyes of the dead and dying
Bullets to precious for mercy
The night brings natures other cleaners
Muffled screams heighten the reactions as night vision survey death in technicolor
The ponderous wait continues
Stroking metal like some *** provoking act
Followed only by counting lives little savers, bullets of love
The vultures dance impatiently
The stroking intensifies
Hairs stand ***** as movement waves majestically towards its final objective
A sudden calm unfolds
Nature watches in awe as love is unleashed in her garden for the final time
The call to bayonets now, takes man down to his lowest form of savagery
Eyes now meet, screaming death the ferocious last act of men past the point of madness
Blood flows as metal slice through skin and bone, swaying death the final frenzy as screams die the days end
Men cry as they survey the last atrocity of human barbarity
Battle ended, vultures marvel feasting on the final meal
Battle hardened men massacre memories leaving Celebrations a distant Country as blood red hands refuse to wash
They would never return.
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 6:13 AM UTC
Sit right down let me tell you what we serve
You might think it quite absurd
But we only have just one dish
And it might even be what you wish
But apathy is our only course
I hope that is your choice
It's very easy to prepare
And everybody can have their share
If you don't like it we don't care
Empathy use to be our greatest cuisine
It really was quite supreme
But serving it was such a pain
And to admit it we are all just to vain
It took to much time
And it didn't pay a dime
We had to layer in the flavors
Of truly caring, love, patience, and of course life savers
Who has time for all of that, not us
We don't need all the fuss
For we only care about our own
To care about strangers we're not prone
Your tears we care nothing about
So just sit over there and pout
For we only serve one thing here.......apathy
We are to self-absorbed for.......empathy
Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 9:25 PM UTC
A cold autumns night.
Trains and coyotes whine in the midst of dead silence.
Thoughts strewn about like leaves on the front lawn,
Dead and soon to be weathered away into thin air,
Happy thoughts weathered away in the wind,
gone with the breeze goes the last shred of sanity I had left.
Back to bullying and prejudice,
where the word “gay” gets slung around to anyone who likes to dress different.
Who does the school play instead of the football team,
who didn’t get the nerves to talk to the girl he likes because he knew she wont even listen,
but he’s tranquilized by her poison and that poison is the look she gave him in class today.
But all he hopes for is someone to give a **** about him.
For someone who will actually be there and care about him.
Life savers surround people with compassion and care,
but the preserver is just hung up to dry when his eyes are wet from dragging others out of the sea.
a boy whose never had a good thing to say about his own skin but a million things to say about anyone else’s.
He gets lost sometimes too and manages to find his way home,
like a blind puppy in the woods,
scared and alone in a scary dark world,
he walks and walks until he’s not bumping into trees any more and he feels the soft grass underneath his feet.
Only to find out he is walking into a trap dug by his own thoughts that capture him and drag him underneath the soil,
with the reaper dumping shovel load by shovel load of sand on top of him saying “Don’t worry, you’re home now”.
He cries with the trains and the coyotes on the cold autumn night.
Alone in the woods by himself with nothing but his thoughts,
a weapon of mass destruction to his own mind, and he doesn’t even know it.
Sep 24, 2013
Sep 24, 2013 at 11:00 PM UTC
please note: t/w: violence
-
dear mister life-changer
how have you been?
i know you never answer
but i wanted to try again
introducing myself for the fourth time
i'm a small girl with big dreams
my dad walked out when i was real young
my mum hopes i'll have an easier living
i'm in kensington, philly
it's not a nice place to grow up
with drugs, gangs, and guns
my older brother once even got mugged
i'm writing from my little closet
my mum said it's for me to be safe
but i hate being alone in this place
it's such a small, empty space
a couple of gunshots outside
it's like this every other night
brother's not home right now
but i sure hope that he's alright
there's a clicking noise
it doesn't sound very nice
i hear footsteps down the hall
they're not mum's, they're too light
mister life-changer, i think that might be my brother
he told me you could make things right
but why don't you ever write back to me?
why don't you ever reply?
i want to tell you my dreams
i heard you can make them come true
just give me one chance, sir
it's worth it, i'll show you
i dream of a big wide world
where i can walk outside and not be afraid
a world big enough for every little brown girl
to skip down sidewalks and enjoy the day
i hope to move to the suburbs
buy a big house for mum one day
buy her leather bags and pretty dresses
and not a single cent she'll have to pay
-
dear mister life-changer
i'm sorry there's blood on this paper
mum's bleeding out in the kitchen
someone shot her at the counter
mister life-changer
they told me to wait
i called the life-savers
they said, just wait
i don't know what to do
so now i'm back to writing to you
will you ever make a change?
will you tell me to wait, t—
May 12, 2021
May 12, 2021 at 9:26 PM UTC
I know a man
who wakes up
every morning, goes out of
his way to preach love to others
and at the end of the night , he has
no one to hold , no one to love him
I know a man
Who goes out of his way
to preach peace to every child
in the neighborhood and at
the end of the night , he Cannot
find peace within himself
He lives in darkness
I know a man
who goes out of his way
to feed the beautiful birds
at his favorite park, and at the end
of the night he has nothing to eat
he goes to bed hungry
I know a man
who goes out of his way
to give his all to everyone
and at the end of the night
all he owns is the clothes
on his back
I know a man
Who served his country
Fought for freedom
For civil rights
So all of us can sleep well
At night , and at
the end of night
He has no home to go to
He sleeps on a bench
at his favorite park
I know a man
who goes out his way
to do everything right
even when nothing is
going right in his own life
I know that man
and I can only pray
that one day I can be
half of the man that he is
NOW
—————-
Who
saves the savers ?
Who
gives the givers ?
Who
heals the healers ?
Who
loves the Lover’s ?
Where
do you put your hurts
when your hands are full ?
TIME TO SAVE THE WORLD!
Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 3:24 PM UTC
Sit right down let me tell you what we serve
You might think it quite absurd
But we only have just one dish
And it might even be what you wish
But apathy is our only course
I hope that is your choice
It's very easy to prepare
And everybody can have their share
If you don't like it we don't care
Empathy use to be our greatest cuisine
It really was quite supreme
But serving it was such a pain
And to admit it we are all just to vain
It took to much time
And it didn't pay a dime
We had to layer in the flavors
Of truly caring, love, patience, and of course life savers
Who has time for all of that, not us
We don't need all the fuss
For we only care about our own
To care about strangers we're not prone
Your tears we care nothing about
So just sit over there and pout
For we only serve one thing here.......apathy
We are to self-absorbed for.......empathy
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 10:21 PM UTC
The red sun shines high
The grey clouds hide the blue sky
As the heatwave rides the winds
And the common man sweats with the heat
The fighters run in a rush
homeless or home savers
asking for a divine favor
sweating with fear and a day of labor
The culprits sneak in the woods
with the firestarters under their hoods
dreaming of the money they took
sweating with the guilt of a crook
different sweats, with different flavors
they reflect the lives of different morals
and even belonging to dead men memorials
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 3:28 PM UTC
Soccer moms and sander scars
Suburban life is strange.
Play dates and in-line skates
Schedules to re-arrange.
Yoga teachers and lay preachers
And those are not a metaphor.
Costco trips and air-kiss lips
Nobody trusts a bachelor.
Coupon savers in SUVs
Never use turn signals.
Driving while chatting hands-free
Wearing golden **** whistles.
Appointments to make daily
With exercise gurus.
Cocktail luncheons for charity
Toddlers wearing tutus.
Traffic jams of cars and vans
Honking at each other.
Double parking on narrow streets
Calling each other mothers.
Starting out fifteen minutes late
As is the usual way.
Somehow never figuring out how
To have an on-time day.
Screeching home a night in time
To throw together a meal.
Watch television with family
And pretend that is all real.
Put the kids to bed right on time
Try to have quality time.
While the other half is half-asleep
From that second glass of wine.
Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 12:13 AM UTC
Listen to this spoken word piece here -->
http://soundcloud.com/m_c_vegh/watching-the-time
They say that the present is only clear through rear views,
so watch who steers you and be cautious of whats near you.
Keep the road on your eyes if you are going to drive
most strive to survive -some catch curbs and nose dive.
And their story has no scribe no medicine to prescribe
no assets to divide there's no fence and no sides.
When things start to slip and you try to tighten your grip
it leaves us all clenching a fist -a weapon attached at the wrist.
But don't fight the present.
I've taken my lessons from clocks
their ticks and their tocks have taught
not to forget but some things are best left forgot.
Manage your times with intention,
go at it with apprehension
avoiding epochs of detention and not to mention
The stress of pressure cannot be measured
and never is pleasured
even when it ends in success the stress is just less
and lets face it; the work is never the best.
Never the less the lesson on stressin is things take time,
days, months, and years will all pass through in moments
be okay with no chance to hold it
and just relax, you can't take it back.
But feel blissful about it
time keeps going don't doubt it
the futures been scouted out
now we just gotta decide the route.
And you are decision makers
your parents, your friends and neighbours,
the old folks and the teenagers,
the spenders and money savers.
We all come in different flavours
all in need of different favours
each of us could be anothers saviour.
But instead our behaviour: leaves us in wanting
the way that were cold is daunting
and in a cold world those ticking hands can seem haunting.
So I hope this rhyme on time
helps to remind your minds
we all walk the line with time
though its silent like pantomime.
So understand time is a factor of plans
and we all have to meet its demands
because, still: it will never stand.
Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 10:47 PM UTC
It is one seventeen in the morning,
And I want a toasted bagel with cream cheese.
I want a swimming pool.
I want a hot pink LL Bean backpack
Filled with all of my happy memories,
An ample supply of band aids,
And some chocolate caramel cream savers.
I want to walk across the country in five minutes.
I want to find an empty treasure chest on a deserted island.
I want to freeze the world at one seventeen.
I want to blow out vanilla scented candles.
I want to want what I don't need to want.
Jun 14, 2013
Jun 14, 2013 at 1:25 AM UTC
pimples and mint life savers
flirting over text and pink lipgloss
crying in class and acting like you hate the world
traveling in groups, friendships you think will last a lifetime and homework you never do
you never thought you'd have to grow up, did you?
everything is temporary
lockers and passing notes
doing everything you can so the cute boy your mother likes will daydream about you, too
everyone in your first hour literature class won't remember your name in 15 years when we all have kids and we marry someone because you simply have no reason not to
colorful backpacks and varsity sports
thinking high school would be the best four years of your life
why would someone lie to you?
gossip and holding hands
you never realized the guy across the hall would break your heart and rip your new blouse, did you?
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 3:39 PM UTC
Are you ready for the main course?
Prepare the condiments
Thin oven mitts
Teas cozies
Lace doilies
It's just a decoy
Here lies the kid who was left home alone while is parents visited The North Pole
Try to consolidate the front door
And here's a laxative called LSD to aide your constipated mind
Now go on with the insurrection
And fight Parliament for the sake of the proletariat
Who's names are always written in lower case lettering
The limousine drivers
The skrimpers
The savers
The single mothers with bad habits who have to dance off skimpy clothing to buy formula for their babies because they're milk is tainted with junk
The weary recipients of justice obstructions
And catch 22's
Who have been singled out because they have monetary deficits
Console them
Until Eureka!
Grab some Q-tips and clean out your ears
Stop gritting and grinding your teeth
A new realization is in bloom
When did be aware turn into beware?
When did alertness become fear?
Forget and get over your
Remanding-accursed-sweet-tooth-fatigue-that you let in
Because it's all in your head along with the idea that hyphens make things look more important and scary
I contest all that ********
Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 2:10 PM UTC
When loneliness strikes in the darkest hour
We do our best to let it slip from our minds,
Please don't let the mood go sour
But keep it light, polite--
No one likes a stupid fool
Who savers the mistakes
And disregards the opportunity that awaits
For someone who dwells on pain and loss
Will never stand up and will always be soft--
Always taking on the weight from others,
Can't get enough breathing room to see that she's smothered
For someone who dwells on the good in the world
Will reap the benefits; be a glorious girl.
She's someone with class and a balanced head,
She fights for herself and prefers her own bed.
For one like this brings light
To the clouded eyes of birds without flight
Or lovers who lack insight
She is a person respected
A trophy on her own shelf
Wanted by many but owned only by death.
The power of her mind thrives
Through the lives of people that are pushed to survive
When loneliness strikes in the darkest hour,
She holds up her light, and releases her power.
Aug 11, 2012
Aug 11, 2012 at 3:46 AM UTC
Drip, drop, down my nose. It hurts, yet so satisfying. I wish I could run down the corridor, screaming like a child. But I know I could never.
Into the infante darkness of frustration. There's nowhere to go but down.
I could lie here and think for hours on end. But stress wakes me and welcomes me to reality.As I listen I sing a happy tune, but inside I'm crying out for my non existent savers.
Aug 22, 2013
Aug 22, 2013 at 1:41 PM UTC
Now past drunks at the late station,
past pavements stuck with gum and
roads caressed by wind-swept litter
at the savers, that single pole that
ruminating on the evening spent
I hold every evening in the same
compartment, more or less, past milling
toters asking for spare, the same
crowds, them smelling jackets, clarinet
stations that get empty the same times
muggy glazed nights, as scanty-clad
girls head inward to the city for fun
who must these be, not of us, sure,
Yes, carrying bagfuls that hurt that
by the smelly bin overloaded with
beer cans and assorted junk,
could be a serf working in the farm
a hammer and a sickle later
a shovelboy in a dingy mill,
reading runes by the torch of hope
lighting the hovel by night,
waiting for
the bus that will get me home.
May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 4:50 PM UTC
Disappearing from the garden
Unheard amongst the trees
Humble bees are vanishing
Their sound is now declining
Patterns are slowly fading
A very serious diminishing
Is going completely unnoticed
With consequential devastation
For the well-being of the planet
The creature doesn't feature
On the Richter scale of cuteness
So humble in its appearance
Its existence taken for granted
Not majestic like the whale
Or clever like a leaping dolphin
Nor angry like the wrathful tiger
But its survival is threatened
A species on the edge of extinction
Tread softly on the ground
Walk gently amidst the flowers
Listen carefully for the sound
Our humble friend is not around
That tailored coat is missing
From the symphony of existence
We are all left naked by silence
And the business of buzzing
Can no longer be taken for granted
That taste sweeter than wine
Is now in serious decline
Sight sound and taste is vanishing
Without a serious murmur
From the industry of conservation
Or the planet savers of the nation
Amidst the ecological devastation
Small creatures give us comfort
While big issues merely threaten.
Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 12:35 PM UTC
INVITATION
Do come for a walk with me
through this sylvan trail
where the air is scented
with lilies and pine.
Here shafts of sun shine
streak straight down
through the luxuriant roof
of thick lush green.
Let us go in stealth,
just to make us unfelt,
and unheard,
for we are intruders here.
This idyllic land belongs
to the birds, rabbits, critters;
their chirping, whistling
and scampering echo all over.
Let us be quite quiet,
and allow all sound and silence
to wash over us,
cleansing us of the city scent.
Side by side, let us muse over
those living in concrete forests,
and lament over the massacre
of trees, full of life and limb!
The sky scrapers are tall,
ozone layers have holes
global warmth flies in rockets
and weather fractures all forecast!
Let us take a vow together
to blanket Ma earth with trees,
our oxygen cylinders,
sole life savers!
One to one
will be a good one!
I plant a tree for you,
and you plant one for me.
And all the world
hand in hand, bed out trees
one to one!
That will make us
rich in green again,
leaving the green legacy
for generations to come!
Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 11:48 AM UTC
Sit right down let me tell you what we serve
You might think it quite absurd
But we only have just one dish
And it might even be what you wish
But apathy is our only course
I hope that is your choice
It's very easy to prepare
And everybody can have their share
If you don't like it we don't care
Empathy use to be our greatest cuisine
It really was quite supreme
But serving it was such a pain
And to admit it we are all just to vain
It took to much time
And it didn't pay a dime
We had to layer in the flavors
Of truly caring, love, patience, and of course life savers
Who has time for all of that, not us
We don't need all the fuss
For we only care about our own
To care about strangers we're not prone
Your tears we care nothing about
So just sit over there and pout
For we only serve one thing here.......apathy
We are to self-absorbed for.......empathy
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 11:50 AM UTC