"singleton" poems
royals mistake the tears cried over animals, esp. those wild and not petted, as if they were man’s added 1 to a million ‘ stones in minature form of the sandy: see that singleton quotation mark? it’s different pause from comma semi-colon or hyphen, it’s the ironic pause - almost compounding the two words.
i skullhead i,
i the skullhead, i,
no more a body than a maxim,
i the tomb in stone
but in body a bone,
i skullhead i,
i the skullhead,
no more a body than a maxim -
why will not death wilt
before engaging in the lives or mortals?
why will death meddle in mortal amorousness
when it will not meddle in a death of a god?
**** you death!
meddle elsewhere! who are prone
to breathe the same air as you;
interesting lives make less
of a library than libraries readily mothering
the lives hardly lived but nonetheless written...
eager ***** in section 1,
less eager ***** in section 1.5
mature ***** in sectiont 2 of being crazed
by crosswords and those dumb books
written by young men who "diverged from living"
given horse was replaced by motorcycle...
and feet were replaced by horse later replaced by
ferrari... vroom vroom...
and affordable life in london by saudi arabia investments;
let's wave to our mothers...
we'll be the ones on the premier red carpet
for sure...
it doesn't matter... i prefer opera to cinematic raqqa...
and i prefer theatre to conversation.
Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 9:09 PM UTC
how adorably self-centered
over thinking the tiniest action
looking for the smallest flaw
creating where there were
none, not one at all
how incredibly oblivious
too concerned with the
inflection of your i love yous
than the meaning of it all
I understand you
Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 9:22 PM UTC
Seeking my ideal match,
I'm often greeted with a rude reality,
There isn't one.
In this crowded world,
I was made to accept singleton state,
'Coz the gender ratio ain't equal.
Living alone demands a lot,
A lot of strength from a guy,
And that guy has to be strong.
Incidentally, that guy is me.
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 5:23 AM UTC
Oh I have known that woman from old
if this story must be told
she was a charming little creature
her beautiful brown oval eyes, her best feature
She was as quiet as a mouse, so timid
yet as the years past in broken hearts made
she did became tantalizing did that Tina
our love flurries with each other
as we played in the city of singleton
Then one day out of the blue
I was lost in what to do
so many years had past
yet I went to her house
with two bottles of wine
and some black magic chocolates of mine
She knew what I wanted
and so refused to put out
told me we would have to date
I did try to no avail to negotiate
But twenty two years later
with three beautiful daughters
I have never regretted that choice
and love her still in some ways
my ex, my timid tantalizing Tina
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 5:33 AM UTC
and what of depth in dwarf heart
may man keep his balance
for emeralds of knowledge sought,
and knowledge neither emerald
nor sought, be that the eternal quill
of the sharpened elven ear guided
to hear its master's race:
for the darkened elf known as the yrc,
sauron the mighty dark elf,
who's eternal guise was not felt for the wave
upon wave of migrating elves into
the western lands... thus the story a story
of dwarfs who against the canvas of man
where men likened unto gods revealed
the partake of dwarf concern for knowledge
akin to precious gem stones lost kept with
a breeze's briefness emotionally superior,
second's lasting partake in minute, in hour,
but what of day of year?
none be congregated in such assumption,
in such an asylum of kept suntan...
this tale of dwarfs and darkened elves who
would never reach the immortal western shores,
on the canvas of men's story likening themselves
to the gods, here we dug up the ground
by the tree which confused our loot of prohibition
transgressed with neither knowledge of good
or evil; given the bias of numbering a singleton's loot
for a welcome praise unheard.
Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 10:19 PM UTC
Food and exercise
the bodies poetry
Fresh local produce to
challenge inspiration and skill.
A singleton may experiment and taste
then experiment and taste again.
Laughing at mistakes and
recording wonders in verse.
It's artful presentation
unhurried perfection.
Bathe in wondrous triumph
on serving such excellence.
A single serving
the chance to excel
alone in art, then
again and again
...
Jun 4, 2010
Jun 4, 2010 at 7:57 AM UTC
I used to lay my secrets in the wind,
Secrets that only the wind and I would share,
Secrets that without the wind should drown me,
Secrets I could only tell the wind.
Secrets you wouldn't dare to imagine,
When I pulled the wool over your eyes,
What did you think I was up to?
Secrets only I could imagine.
Secrets that came in numbers,
Just like you and I, a pair,
But you aren't the only half in my pair,
Or a third, or a quarter which comes in numbers.
I can't decide why I cannot be one for one,
For a singleton is never enough, not for me,
The boredom I receive does not suffice,
Not from one, two, or three.
The guilt I carry is but a secret,
A secret just for me,
A secret in my mind, I grinned,
Another secret laid in the wind.
May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 3:50 PM UTC
and i'm the dumb one that said
you weren't dumb
and you were the intelligent
one that said hello,
may as well enjoy the rocky
mountains with mt. rushmore
shave; to keep it all under wraps
of a hollywood movie that
never made it from scripts.
yeah you asked to be treated as dumb,
and i asked to be treated as a wizard,
evidently both of us became middle class
debates on parenting:
white man's neck muscles became
black girl's hypnotic celluloid hip arsenal,
and i faked a combo of each in comparison:
while rolling a wine barrel
up a steep hill for a laughing horse
in exchange for three magic kidneys
that were categorised
as baked bean & ****** oh lawd the giant
came from the heights,
with the magic goose ******** out golden
swastikas rather than eggs of date printed 1933,
holocaust unknown khaki shirts prior the schwarzhemd
recycled for marble marrow statues,
like gold carat plating of statues with beneath
only cheap metal... but then the atomic authenticity
measuring cylinder in u-turn to provoke
such animate extension into theory of inanimate things
that animate things provoked inanimate things to ask
whether the one promise be worth blind acceptance
or eyed destruction via logic itemising in coupling
of two base words - after all neither psyche or logic are
acidic words... they're base words... but coupling two
base words leaves an aftermath of acidic reactionaries
more prone than the singleton word **** that's acidic.
Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 7:16 PM UTC
A mini clone of myself would be too much to handle, and
may well play deep into my choice of singleton over marriage,
childless over breeding. It would break my heart to see such bewilderment on the face of a son or daughter, one I would have parental responsibility for, in a world of so many contradictions.
Oct 1, 2015
Oct 1, 2015 at 5:58 AM UTC
one of the downfalls of living a singleton life
there is no-one to massage your shoulders
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 1:15 PM UTC
I'm a born mourner;
Not a whimperer,
Or whiner;
Don't cry for me,
Don't worry for me.
Let me mourn.
Although an orphan,
A singleton,
I'm better off
Than all the dead poets,
Stacked one atop the other,
Babel high.
When that high,
It's a sudden drop.
If somethings human
Should locate
Forty percent of my bones
Sometime down their road,
Then you can worry about me.
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 12:32 PM UTC
I really need me for myself now,
Change I must very soon anyhow.
Enough of selflessness,
I need some selfishness.
New routes call me right now,
Routes to the chaos I must modify.
The routes to my ultimate targets,
Be aimed rather than maimed.
My ultimate targets should be clearer,
The family needs me more than anyone.
Soon I shall be attaining peace,
Pure, divine, singleton peace.
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 9:49 AM UTC
All this morning I just watched
as the trees swayed in winters wind sound
I watched them release their loyal subjects
waving goodbye as they fell to the cold ground
Good peat will they make when spring comes
the lady three doors along waves at me, saying
I see you are busy again in you're green garden
what next are you thinking of growing
I smile and say rhubarb dear lady
for this is a plant in spring song
the kind that grows from the moons glow
with tips of it's silver leaves covered in snow
I ask her, would you like me to save you a couple
she smiles and lowers her eyes, telling me please do
I would love to take her singleton away
and like Cinderella fit to her a petite shoe
And Some Do
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 9:08 PM UTC
we once ponce’d carpets like it was coral,
and we said: love love love rhythm -
able on the broken legs with allegiance to rhyme;
we once ponce’d carpet like it was coral
all puff-up fluffy on the singleton’s touch consecrating a legislation of marriage
of opposite materialisation to craft god’s itchy snap magic spontaneity
to bulletproof the genesis fake into an exodus -
and decided it was a lifelong ambition to be 29 and retire;
well, enough millionaires around us to suit such ambitions -
so we just pranced to striptease tunes and begot our mothers’ virginity,
provided we saw the ***** and the antarctic to be less walt disney
and more walter docile si si.
Oct 8, 2015
Oct 8, 2015 at 6:52 PM UTC
Freedom to listen
to see
Freedom to love
all everyone
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 9:46 AM UTC
“Why aren’t you in a relationship?”,
“But you’re 21 right?” “Don’t you feel lonely?”
Questions asked and left unanswered,
by my raised eye brows and loud silence.
While some queries need to be answered in words,
some need to be handled with elegance.
I didn’t know there was an age limit,
to find someone and fall in love.
I sure as hell am not expecting the perfect guy,
to be wrapped and parceled by God above.
(I am an atheist, I did that for the rhyme.)
I have a different definition of ‘lonely’,
if it means to others the absence of a companion.
I have learned to find my other half inside myself,
who had been long dead since oblivion.
I am not sorry because I don’t have a plus one,
really, I can have myself and still have all the fun.
They can make all the jokes they want,
about singleton and ************
but I’d really rather have myself,
than be unprepared for emotional devastation.
I never saw a relationship as a bond between people,
to fill in the empty time, to ask for validation.
The moment I give my deep analysis about this bond,
I have to declare I am alright and I am asked for clarification.
So yes, I am single and jubilant,
having all the fun I can, in life.
Age doesn’t give way to relationships and marriage,
I can be just fine not being someone’s girlfriend and wife.
Aug 17, 2016
Aug 17, 2016 at 3:47 PM UTC
it happened in china, about fifty years ago,
with a singleton clone embryo,
all very barnacle if you ask me,
but not as bonkers as the story from
moscow by yevgeny zamyatin,
anyway... the soloists were split into three
categories - the ones that made
mental games their signature,
the ones that made animals
their buddies... and the third...
oh the ones who started off like ivan
throwing dogs off the kremlin
towers to break their legs?
they're the power people ready to
steal a mongol from a war camp
and un-slit his eyes by cutting off the eyelids.
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 10:00 AM UTC
she said in public the words:
to, jest, diabeł.
i'll be the hush and imprint
where the feet once treaded
and with each trot hushed
a new horse born
to await its buckle
for a lineage into gallop
as governing a single mistake
for a thousand successes to come, erasing
the singleton tonne of heavy criticism:
the excessive cruelty of the self-conscious
among sun and moon and the fates.
Apr 23, 2016
Apr 23, 2016 at 9:00 PM UTC
this body will never entwine
bring to fruition a new life
but it does create in many a way
and there is no guilt
not everyone marries a lover
and births a family
there is other ways to be fulfilled
and living singleton is one
Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 9:10 AM UTC
It took an abstract realization,
something that I had never noticed ever before.
Where there was a semblance of monotony
there existed the essence of change
the actuality of reality
even to the smallest degree, such as the subtlety of how fast, or slow, my locks grew,
in centimeters.
Oh!
The informative nature of such a nuance amplified my rage!
Teenage angst was somehow removed with its perpetual sway
it crawled slowly constantly prompting our celestial commander to descend
solar illumination abated
nocturne shielded its rhythmic gait in a way
the presence of this frame cordoned off at 15 years
that made its movement seem a hasty thing
in its grip, initially, I was a child
now, I am a man
I lavishly lament the awkward promptness of anything I have gained.
All in due…
Was I due to manage it?
Over moons, many a pressured slumber
I rest still
my education
my locks that grew
subtle that pace
wisdom I have gained
that familiar melody of change
the alpha that arose
until omega was due to settle the earth
hands, arms, that consistently illustrate the change – “tick, tick, tick”
oh, that familiar tune it plays.
Being older,
my eyes can detect its forceful ways
unsubtle
however, I can manage it
I force it to behave.
Although, it still has me bound tightly within its clutch forever
yet, still,
I have synchronized our pace
the older I become it grips my hand tighter
together we are trekking my lifeline
now, I comprehend it.
Now I have time.
Jonah Singleton 2024
Dec 27, 2024
Dec 27, 2024 at 3:58 PM UTC
Lawrence Hall, HSG
[email protected]
Thanksgiving as a Singleton
Memories of a drive-through just won’t do
Set something on your table, if only for you
A turkey plate from the grocery store
Two side dishes from cans, or maybe more
And gravy even if it’s a store-bought broth
Silverware, real plates, and a tablecloth
Wash your hands, light a candle, say a prayer
And open your napkin with your special flair!
You are where you are meant to be, it’s true
And know that God is with you to see you through
Nov 19, 2023
Nov 19, 2023 at 11:14 PM UTC