"shortfall" poems
I'll undress myself, undress all my coats,
undress all my fears, strip to my sheer.
I'll show you but will you want to see ?
what will your thoughts be to my naked, unadorned alive,
will you look around or will you hold your gaze,
as layer by layer i unfold myself,
strip myself down to my bare, undrunk skin,
will you still call me poetry as i take you on a tour of my anatomy,
will you explore all my fissures or stay gauging at the first shortfall,
will you understand the traces of my wounds,
the wounds not from battlefields but from gentle smudges of
unfinished love,
each covered with bandage, not healing just concealing,
trying to stop the pain from bleeding, covering my corpse in aches,
and so i keep my gaurd up, no strolling on passion boulevards,
for torment and agony were never printed on invitation cards,
but when the time comes and you compel me to,
i'll let my inner demons out for you,
and as i strip down to my sheer,
i wonder, will you peer or look away,
will your thoughts run astray,
will you love the bone and flesh just as much as,
you loved the carapace.
Aug 14, 2017
Aug 14, 2017 at 12:46 PM UTC
ghostly beings in ghost-town streets
tourists dressed in night-gown sheets
empty shelves; empty shopper
tempus fugit; clockstopper
november fog; chilly bones
midnight leaves me so alone
i can't feel your warmth right now
can't see you in torchlight now
no miracles, no visions
no stars for me to wish on
just us and the freezing air
just you captured in their snare
just me and my own shortfall
a ghost who loves a mortal
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 5:47 PM UTC
Mr Abbott is backsliding
on his election promise
he told the electorate there
would be no new taxes
how gullible us voters were
to listen to his rhetoric
the right honorable treasurer
is going to slap
a nice little revenue raiser
on the taxpayers
the government
wants to bring
the books back
into the black
there's a shortfall
in the budget's bottom line
this is playing vigorously
on Mr Abbott's and Mr Hockey's minds
the numbers
for the budget
are all in
and the government
is out to top up
the treasury's
income tin
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 8:38 AM UTC
Infants
born with hearts for all
the children
use them to play ball
Bigoted parents
begin the fall
as they teach their kids
to ***** a wall
The hate they teach
then brings a squall
the size of which
is never small
The storm then rages
for mans great shortfall
the result of which
forms his worst pitfall
We once had hearts
as I recall
that's right, together
we once played ball
But now it seems
as we've grown tall
the lessons of bigots
have brought our downfall
Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 7:57 AM UTC
Shortfall or an avalanche
Never even stood a chance
Kismet or just happenstance
Left me screaming **** romance
Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 10:54 AM UTC
the funding for scientific research
has had a pruning of late
lab trials cannot be taken off
the government's slate
the men in the treasury office
have got their reckoning wrong
budgets mustn't be skimmed
so valuable research can prolong
discovering an effective remedy
for a diseases or ailing plight
is something that doesn't happen
at the speed of light
it takes years to develop
a drug treatment which will heal
and our medical researchers
require a better budgetary deal
a shortfall in funding
shall impair the researcher's vital work
sustain government support
is needed for them to accomplish their work
without a handsome pledge
research teeters on the edge
Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 8:17 PM UTC
it flusters me that
you
pour so much of this affection
and i, so weak and naive
fall each time as though i forget all the other
times you made me feel ill.
all the other times i felt betrayed and
insignificant
not by you, but by my own
shortfall of deep love
for me
for my soul.
you didn't make me feel ill,
that was me.
Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 1:04 PM UTC
There is this slightest aching in my heart,
As something is missing in life.
This poem is for that overlooked - unknown - unheard fairy.
Baby just come to me now,
Now this shortfall can only be relieved by you.
The air breezes past me but still I don't feel like breathing it anymore,
Lest I lose you somewhere I am certainly worried about this, but why?
But why could not you just look at me,
I have seen the world but my mind only liked you.
So now you must come as
I just keep my hopes alive,
When you come in my dreams,
I wait when you come to take me to that world.
So now you come,
Take me, take me away.
Feb 2, 2013
Feb 2, 2013 at 6:10 AM UTC
He once held a foe
and painted his nose
but he dies there
a notorious speaker
with his fortuity in croquet
quashed at the brink there it square rather
and this polarity is left behind
where Agamemnon knew his anomic basket
with revenue shortfall miss credited country.
May 18, 2017
May 18, 2017 at 6:31 AM UTC
Perhaps this poem is not bold
With no great sense of gall
The truth is more than can be told
Though you should hear it all
You're well acquainted with my mold
You lift me when I fall
The truth is more than can be told
Though you should hear it all
Your love's a wonder to behold
It never seems to stall
You're well acquainted with my mold
You lift me when I fall
Your love's a wonder to behold
It never seems to stall
In trial or pain you're my handhold
You'll answer when I call
You're well acquainted with my mold
You lift me when I fall
In trial or pain you're my handhold
You'll answer when I call
Your love for me shines bright as gold
No matter my shortfall
You're well acquainted with my mold
You lift me when I fall
Mar 15, 2019
Mar 15, 2019 at 2:12 PM UTC
You who are the extension of my being
are not here,
are pretty much not ever anywhere…
You who are the fruit of my existence
have fallen,
fallen short of love’s persistence.
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 3:32 PM UTC