"stacey" poems
You are a flame inside me
Flickering,
Teasing,
Caressing,
Smoldering.
You are far away
Yet so close
Teetering on the edge of my imagination.
The yearning is the knowing
The mere knowledge of you
That you are existing somewhere
Somewhere my reality can’t touch.
My words spill out of me
Like candy from a piñata
Pages and pages
Poems scattered about like hungry pigeons.
You make me so hungry
So eager to express
To spill my inner self onto empty pages.
You are my muse
My cruel inspiration
The tears staining my pillow.
I am dancing on a cloud
Unnoticed by you
As you live your life
Unaware of mine.
My words are endless
My thoughts knowing no bounds
As I imagine your eyes
Penetrating through me.
You are my fantasy
My never forever
My drug of choice.
You are the fuel that keeps me writing,
Feeling,
Expressing.
You are my special light
Turning on inside me
When all my creativity is turned off.
I want to ravish you
Bite the buttons off your shirt
Loosen your necktie
Drown in your eyes without a life jacket.
You are my muse crush
The smile on my face
The pain in my heart
The hello that never comes
The inevitable goodbye.
© 2014 Stacey Handler
Mar 14, 2014
Mar 14, 2014 at 2:43 AM UTC
Nerds, Geeks, Fanboys or Girls
We are more than your Sheldon
We love our worlds
Our passion is more than T-Shirt Deep.
You've seen Spider-Man?
Good for you!
I can tell you in which issue Gwen Stacey dies
I can spoil 4 future seasons of Game of Thrones
and no I didn't need a ****** show;
Walking Dead.......whatever
been doing that since 2001
Our entertainment is far from the television or movie
You buy your toy or your ticket
but don't think you know us.
We created these worlds
they are by us and for us
We are not just maladjusted brainiacs
we feel deeper and want more
You watch; we experience
We fly through the sky
on the backs of dragons
We know the regenerations of The Doctor
We don't just relate To fiction, but THROUGH fiction.
We know the Allomantic properties of pewter
You don't.....?
Wait a year, you will...
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 8:31 AM UTC
A young girl growing up
must always remember
her inner child.
Her inner child lies deep within
waiting to come out and play
help her shed her grown-up skin for a day.
A woman needs to laugh
find her playful self
longing to come back into the playground.
When times are challenging
she must look deep within
her inner child will always be there.
Her inner child will always welcome her back
to those magic gateways of childlike wonder
sometimes forgotten.
Her inner child can take her hand
help her find her path when she is lost
give her guidance along the way.
Her inner child waits in dreams
on all womanly highways
the roads leading her back to herself.
© 2014 Stacey Handler
Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 9:13 PM UTC
Every now and then, there is a person
Brightening the universe everyday
Someone who is always thinking of others
Selfless,
Often sacrificing their own needs for those of others
That person is my mom.
My mom is the sun that spills in
When I have a rainy day
My mom is the one who is there
With a hug and words that make everything okay.
My mom has seen many cracks in her life
Yet she keeps it all together
Mending those cracks with her powerful love
Giving all of herself to her children and grandchildren
And anyone else lucky enough to have her in their lives.
My mom is not an ordinary mom
She is a gift from the stars
From a magical place way beyond this Earth.
Her love envelops me
Making me a better person
A wiser adult.
When I think of love
Her face is the first thing I see
When I feel that warm safe feeling
I think of my mom.
My mom remains the light
At the end of a very long tunnel
As the earth changes and life disappoints
She is the one constant star in my solar system.
2015 Stacey Handler
May 14, 2017
May 14, 2017 at 12:20 PM UTC
Abbie hailed a yellow top cabbie
Brenda had a sister in-law named Glenda
Cate ran late on her first date
Delly ate seven bowls of lemon jelly
Edwina drove to the town of Catalina
Fran burnt her finger on the very hot frying pan
Gwen had a strong yen to go and see her aunty Jen
Hope bought her husband a towing rope
Isobel fell under the magician's spell
Joann took her mother on a holiday in a caravan
Kylie went to the dentist with her brother Wylie
Lesley liked listening to Elvis Presley
Marcia enjoyed eating a freshly baked focaccia
Nell saw a turtle coming out of his shell
Olga lived at the top end of the river Volga
Primrose had a Pinocchio nose
Queenie knitted a multicolored beanie
Ruth could never tell the whole truth
Stacey loved playing dress ups with her friend Tracey
Tilly behavior was always rather silly
Una bought a house in the suburb of Yagonna
Verity wanted to be a well known celebrity
Winifred never stopped taking about Alfred
Xena was presented with a court subpoena
Yale told her teacher a tall tale
Zealand ventured out into the bushland
Aug 25, 2013
Aug 25, 2013 at 8:30 AM UTC
Oh, My Muse,
Staring at me through distant stars
Through laughter and tears
Through the hallways of my mind.
Oh, how you pierce me
A cactus in my desert,
How you sting me
A jellyfish in my unstill waters.
How you tickle me
As my pen tickles the sky,
Endless inspirations
Stanzas forever flowing free.
How you grab me
From away and afar
Confuse me
With the thunderstorms in your eyes.
If only it tickled forever
Didn’t hurt as you bring me to my knees,
If only I could fly to you like a bird
Land safely in your arms.
But no, it is not to be so!
You are words on my page, Sweet fire,
Caressing the armpits of my unwritten phrases,
The constant party going on inside me.
I must go to the party
Even when I am frozen, Afraid,
Exhausted from endless pokes of inspiration
Tickles that I wish would never stop.
I must fall free my sweet Muse,
Into the abyss of whispering pages
Where my darkness meets the light
Where you wait for me always.
Copyright 2018 Stacey Handler
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 1:57 AM UTC
I can feel it coming on once again
The little tickle inside of me
The child that needs to come out and play
The devilish grin permeating my face.
Once it begins
It seems to never end
The expression of my silly side
My quirky side unleashed.
My giggles are colorful marbles
Falling down an echoing staircase
Earshot spectators get quite a show
Pulled into the vortex of my laughter.
I know it must end
The nonstop hysteria
The cleansing of my body and mind
The cure for what ails me.
There is no anguish
As the laughter cascades from within my being
The pit of my stomach
The confines of my throat.
It feels like therapy
Letting it all out,
I feel the rush of life in my veins
As I laugh away all the soot in my soul.
Copyright 2015 Stacey Handler
Mar 17, 2018
Mar 17, 2018 at 11:58 PM UTC
The mere wiggle of my fingers
The stroke of a feather
And it all begins.
First there’s the tickling
Then there’s the tears
the ship leaving my emotional ocean
you leaving me empty,
feather still in my hand.
Connection of joy
Laughter, squirming flesh
Togetherness briefly
Pain wickedly lingering.
Tickling stains the moment
Tears stain my cheeks
Your exiting footsteps quickening their pace
My heart slowly sinking.
As the tickling ends
Your coldness begins
A faucet abruptly turned off
A story with pages torn out.
Echoing laughter remains,
I wipe away my tear stains
As you vanish into the dust.
2018 Stacey Handler
Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 9:16 PM UTC
After the painting by Henry Stacey Marks
Lady penguins I am told
Flock together to chat and scold
(usually about their husbands and boy friends).
They always have so much to say
You wonder where they find the time each day
To stand about and nod their beaks,
Flap their flippers, waggle their wings
(such small things - they cannot fly),
Though in the water, my oh my !
They are the greatest swimmers yet,
Gold-medal birds let’s not forget.
It may be gossip on which they thrive
But you should see them swim and dive.
Sep 13, 2012
Sep 13, 2012 at 2:03 AM UTC
There you are,
I can barely see you
Lost in the fog
On the other side of the platform.
How did we miss the connection?
Why are you standing over there?
You are so far away from me.
You ran away quickly
I watched in slow motion
As you darted behind my rainbow
To your familiar darkness.
Radiating my light
Turned you to dark stone
A mere statue that stood frozen
In the halls of my memory.
Could barely grasp your ticklish flesh
As you disappeared into smoke
**** mirages
A private oasis for you alone.
I could not reach you
As the smoke took you to safety
From my colorful world
My rainbow connection.
For just a moment
I felt the smile of friendship
Your numbness wiped the smile away
Put us to sleep in an instant.
Two ships
Choppy waves
Tickling caresses
Laughter for you
Tears for me.
We passed each other in the night
On the internet highway
On the end of a phone line
On the other side of a table
On a spinning carousel of anxious feathers.
The pain is so familiar
Like an airport farewell
A wave from the train station
The hello turned goodbye.
So, tell me again,
How did we miss the connection?
Where do feelings go
When the train speeds away?
Copyright 2018 Stacey Handler
Mar 28, 2018
Mar 28, 2018 at 11:10 PM UTC
Hello again
We meet under familiar circumstances
Where the air in my heart is brisk.
You are white and empty
An open road for me to travel
To fill with trees and leaves of gold.
I can be silly,
Laugh as if I were a child
Until I am a child of wonder once again.
I can be a dancer
Moving about with grace
Fall on my *** without a single care.
I can be fake
Play with my words
Until my words make me real once again.
I can tell you my secrets
Like how his smile makes me blush
How it rips the socks from my feet.
I can be barefoot
Laugh as the grass tickles my feet
Nobody will hear me, unless I deem it so.
My body can be naked
My soul can be shaded in black
My heart painted with splashes of silver sunlight.
My soul can be an onion
Peeled layer by layer
As thoughts begin to form like bubbling ripples on the water.
My thoughts are boundless children
Laughing, crying, singing,
Being.
My thoughts are womanly
Sultry, intoxicating, liberating
Painted in red lipstick.
I can admit my fears
That fear can be beautiful
The unexplored path to self-expression.
My tears can be my pool
Where I can swim deeper into myself
Maybe even get lost out at sea.
I can call to the wild
To the untamed native inside me
Longing to be heard.
I can be a fool
A reckless rebel
A wide-eyed kid running free in a candy store.
I can be me
Ticklish, silly, deadly serious
And everything in between.
My mind is forever the soaring acrobat
Flipping, slipping and sliding to my own internal rhythm
Until I am but a song.
I am a canvas
As the paint splashes onto my bare skin
Scribbling phrases from my heart all over my womanly frame.
I fall onto the pristine white page,
My body spreading around the colors of my thoughts
Until the page is saturated with everything I am.
© 2012 Stacey Handler
Mar 14, 2014
Mar 14, 2014 at 12:38 AM UTC
And i can't take my mind
From that hairdresser i frequent
Just had her second baby
Right after her father had died
To leave her care for a half brother
That is lost to the angst of teenage pride
Unknown a mother on a drug fuelled ride
Stacey the one to pick pieces as they fall
For she is beautiful, she never cries.
She only ever smiles, she only smiles
To her my coat of colours i do gift
On a hook does it hang
As her life she strips bare
With an ease of fallen discarded hair
Her colours unfurl in humility and grace
Her red is of creation, of a burning fire
Not one of foolish unrepentant desire
Her blue a reality, a living breathing sky
Not the word of a poet, not of you nor of I
Her green is her renewal
Of the fertile lives that she now tends
Jealousy nor envy no means to that end
Yet evening falls, in who will she confide?
No one to turn to, nowhere to hide
For she is beautiful, she never smiles
She only ever cries, she only cries
Jan 26, 2018
Jan 26, 2018 at 12:07 PM UTC
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Gen'rals gathered in their masses,
Just like witches at black masses
Evil minds that plot destruction,
Sorcerer of death's construction
In the fields the bodies burning,
As the war machine keeps turning
Death and hatred to mankind,
Poisoning their brainwashed minds
Oh Lord yeah
Politicians hide themselves away
They only started the war
Why should they go out to fight?
They leave that role for the poor, yeah
Time will tell on their power minds,
Making war just for fun
Treating people just like pawns in chess,
Wait 'till their judgement day comes, yeah
Now in darkness world stops turning,
Ashes where the bodies burning
No more War Pigs have the power,
Hand of God has struck the hour
Day of judgement, God is calling
On their knees the war pigs crawling,
Begging mercies for their sins
Satan, laughing, spreads his wings
Oh Lord yeah!
Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 1:02 AM UTC
Please Don’t Cry For Me
Please Don’t Cry for Me
We’ll be so happy
I promise, babe, just wait and see
Please Don’t Cry for Me
Please Don’t Cry For me
I know it hurts now, I’m sorry
But we’re better off, babe, just wait and see
Please Don’t Cry for Me
Please Don’t Cry for Me
In Memory of Stacey Ann 12-19-1987 to 02-05-2013
Feb 28, 2013
Feb 28, 2013 at 2:28 AM UTC
My name is Zara, I want to finish the highest possible education. i want to become the most successful woman and earn lots of money, so I can repay my parents in the best way possible; to let them live the life of their dreams and have whatever they want.
My name is Ashley, I want this name because the actress Ashley Olsen is so pretty. I want to be like her when I grow up, so I can achieve my dreams and act in lots of movies, by doing so also earning lots of money for my parents and bringing them fame.
My name is Jamie, it is actually my best friends name, she has perfect grades. I wish having her name will encourage me to get good grades, so my parents will be happy because that is all they care about.
My name is Annabelle, which also means lovable. I hope this name will make me lovable because I apparently am not, that explains why I am adopted, even my birth parents hated me. Surely my foster parents would feel the same and how could anyone possibly ever love me.
My name is Stacey, which means to be strong and stand up again. I need this name because I cry a lot which signifies that I'm weak and hence the need to stronger, so I can stand up even when people aren't reasonable or understanding to me.
My name is Cassandra, because a friend with this name is really skinny and hence pretty. I need to be skinnier and smaller so that people won't see that i'm just an ugly useless girl, but that I am a young child who needs to be loved just the way only young children deserve to.
My name is whatever-you-choose-to-call-me, they call me so any names I can't bother to fend myself anymore. I have no ambition nor any reason to live, but I can't die because fat girls deserve to suffer, hence I cut myself till a day I've lost enough weight, hopefully things will be better. I am a bad girl that's why my parents hate me so much. I hate myself because I sabotage myself all the time, my life is well and truly ****** I don't know what to do, please sort me out.
Sep 18, 2013
Sep 18, 2013 at 1:00 AM UTC
Ill go Stacey Dash on you
Blastin you
Actin like my daddy ain't black
Attackin You
With these alternative facts
Hate the "fake news"
So I can fool wypipo into havin ME on they team
Low self esteem has made me green with envy for the machine
There's no in between
I don't support you
I hate your black support groups
Why don't you just pull YOURself up
By YOUR bootstraps while I deport you
Cause I'll resort to a white face
And paint my own race
As lame
My claim to fame
Clueless
To the truth
I Maintain this
Self-hate
My lips stay lyin' through my tooths
I don't mind being their puppet
Long as they keep my noose loose
"As If" -Sharde' Fultz 3.2.17
Mar 2, 2017
Mar 2, 2017 at 9:50 AM UTC
i miss u girl
u my top *****
after all these years
and all the hos i ran thru
u da one baby
u was the downest ** eva
girl that ***** was hot
but i aint trippin
u was coo
i dun ran thru a lotta *******
and fell in love with all dem hos
out of keesha, monica, monique, terea, stacey, and amber
u da one on my mind girl
Apr 6, 2013
Apr 6, 2013 at 8:35 PM UTC
THE ROYAL WEDDING
Today,
I'm standing proud as a soldier,
but,
nowhere near as brave.
My eldest son is to marry today,
He is a fatherless child,
he wears not the tee shirt.
He is a total gentleman,
His father,
I know not,
for once,
I was a wild child.
His father is never to know him.
I'm sure if he did and I did too,
He too would be proud,
as stunning as a peacock.
If I knew who he was,
My son himself would be aware,
but,
sadly it's too late,
no difference could it make today.
The sun is glowing.
In my heart and in the sky,
just a few clouds knocking about.
Today's about my son.
Starting a true love life,
with his novice wife
My son he makes me proud,
My son and Stacey, his bride,
I wish you all the realms of good luck,
on this your very special day!
(c) Livvi
Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 5:58 AM UTC
The door was open
And from then on I condemned myself
I was lost and I was broken
Inside the store where in the light of day
Pretty women buy new clothes
The lights were out but the locks weren't on even though the sign read closed
I took my chance and lined my pockets with money from the till
And from the window across the pavement watching with tears on her cheeks was stacey, she was still
I raced in the shadows of the bingo halls
Fives flew from my pocket
Landed in a puddle I fell to my knees
Picked one up and then I dropped it
The sirens ran out
They filled the air my blood ran cold this wasn't what I wanted
I used to have a job that paid the bills and filled my rover
Until one winters morning the forman came in and said "sorry guys the work is over"
Then all I had was the clothes on my back and last months money in the bank
Not even enough remained to fill my trusty rovers tank
Things got so bad my wife packed her bags
And headed off down town
Now she dances with the sirens that
Hunt these streets just trying to track me down
In a darkened corner
I lift my blanket over me behind the skip trying to stay warm
Awoken by the screaming and hounds Barking they jumped me like a swarm
I was caught in the glow of the blue lights flashing and hatred in their eyes
They pulled me up and pushed me out onto
the main street and into the sky
And there was stacey
Her long brown hair was still as young as the day we first met
Fifteen years ago I held her in my arms where in the church we were wed
I bowed my head in shame as she asked me to explain
And all I said was
The door was open
And from then on I've condemned myself
I'm lost and I am broken
I'm hungry and confused, it feels like I am over
I used to have a wife, a house I used to have a rover
Until the works shut down and I was left wondering around chasing fivers along the ground
My fingers bleed from scratching he dirt and my skin is cracked and broken
....The door was open
Sep 25, 2016
Sep 25, 2016 at 5:26 AM UTC
The absence of you,
Is so noticeable in the house,
You could say it's the elephant in the room.
The joy you brought with your laughter echoes soundlessly in our ears as only the ghost of it is left to hear.
The awkwardness that was so tangible in you still leaves me feeling awkward at times.
I still imagine you out there in Oklahoma as you were two years ago.
Should you have stayed there?
Would you still be here if you hadn't come back?
So many questions no one will ever have the answers for.
I miss you're breathtaking hugs that could probably crack someone's ribs if they weren't prepared for it.
I miss the scent of your cologne as you prepared for dates with women that never deserved you unwavering attention.
They can all go to hell.
I miss watching cartoons with you and YouTube videos and just laughing together.
I miss playing Borderlands with you.
I can't play it anymore because I have no idea what's going on and I never did; I always followed your lead.
You were my hero in many ways.
You were there for me when mom and dad yelled at me for not eating my food.
You'd come to my rescue and bring me zebra cakes.
You were there after the many heartbreaks I suffered.
Why aren't you here for the biggest of them all?
I miss you so much.
You were the best brother I could have asked for.
Now it's just me and Stacey.
You're little sisters still needed you.
Why did you have to go?
Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 12:43 AM UTC
Stacey is drunk, not quite, but very mellow
The night is lame
We missed the show
How could we know?
Steph is forever in the bathroom
Is she sleeping?
Does the toilet offer her comfort?
Quiet in a room full of noise
Just a spectator
Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 12:03 AM UTC
I wake up
Early
Cold sweats
breathing Barely
shaking
panicking
hardly managing
fidgeting
twitching
pulse rate, pitching
peeking
seeking
the next hit
deepening
the feelings
no healings
trying to speak n
muted by fear
alone for the weekend
craving for more
AM in the fours dark Sunday morns
crawling the walls
as well as the floors
only been hours
yet i crave more
how long till the next hit
two weeks or more
not drugs
nor gambling
no lust ridden rambling
but her taste to be sampling
the curves
her gaze
better than haze
the laughing fits stage
straight to the brain
its Stacey i crave
Again and Again
Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 1:10 AM UTC