"stopover" poems
I don't know you anymore,
ever since that staycation
with your Beloved.
You were the only one who held
my heart and brain
in your pearly, white palm.
Now it's stained brown
from the endless supply of caffeine
and mugs.
What about
the scars on my back
(from my travels to many places)
that you and only you saw?
I can't help but wonder over the picture you have
of me
if they now rest in a new rucksack.
My soul,
is now in your little backpack
where everyone else lie in.
Tell me,
where did you travel to and what happened?
Did the airlines lose your culture
and replace it with a complimentary
substitute?
You've lost the identity for which
I came to know you of.
May this just be a
stopover.
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 2:24 AM UTC
in this world
the drums of scrap
steps leading
CIA man nodded
neutralize it.
"So we understand yes?"
"Fascinating."
massacre
Understood?
Saddam Hussein
On her next stopover in Basra
black-Nigel, came kissing?
Jan 13, 2018
Jan 13, 2018 at 2:30 AM UTC
The wetland is in its daylight beauty
the calm water mirrors the still blue sky
upon the pond among reeds and cattails
are two elegant, wild white swans
mysterious and graceful, reflecting
the charm of Thailand and her people
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 3:34 AM UTC
pressed against the cold bricks
outside the church,
she smiles around your lips,
her breath harsh on your face,
her scent compelling you with want;
you ravish her mouth,
thinking that maybe if you went deep enough,
you could stay inside her forever.
the drizzle comes to a stop,
and you hear nothing but the pastor saying:
*Refrain from sin,
and He will let you in His Kingdom*!
Nov 8, 2016
Nov 8, 2016 at 6:41 AM UTC
I'm just a stopover
For you to relax in
You read your book on the train
You hear the songs of longing
Overlooking the window
I'm just a stopover
On your long journey
You put your head on my chest
And your head is full of her
You take my heart, and your heart is hers
I'm just a stopover
Just a passing song
That you forget the words to
You stutter my name, and call me by hers
I planted a garden
Filled with love
But you gave it back
And turned to a single rose
She gave to you
She, whom you want
She, who does not want you
You run after her like a stray dog
Begging for affection
Happy for a piece of bread that she gives to you
Waiting for a word from her
And ignoring the songs I wrote for you
I'm just a stopover
She is your stray road
Your final destination
A deserted city
And there you are,
On the ruins crying
The house I built for you is abandoned
My poor heart is abandoned
Which burns when I see your eyes when you look at her
When I see you are still hugging her clothes
I remained silent
As I have sworn not to talk
I swore not to mention her
I swore that I’ll bite my tongue, swallow my pride and my fear
And you swore to yourself
That you will always be hers
Even if she’s not yours
Even if I gave you all of me.
Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 9:24 AM UTC
It was a cold night,
I was coming home,
And I didn't inform her,
As I wanted it to be a surprise.
War was over and I was going home,
The terrorists had been terminated.
I had stopover en route,
At a distant town I paused,
Famous for its winery,
I had got the finest ***
For both me & my wife.
Obstructed en route by a blizzard,
I thought about my wife at home.
Waiting for the way to be cleared,
I slept because I felt so very tired.
A dream sequence started,
It was so bright and warm.
I was basking in the Sun,
My wife accompanied me.
Holding hands we're in the backyard,
Not a cloth shielded us from the Sun.
Composing poems we were,
Warm and hot ones as well.
I had said:
***"Oh my honeybunch,
My buttercup,
I love you,
From the core,
Of my purest heart."***
She had replied:
***"Oh my sweetiepie,
My bigger baby,
I love you too,
From my heart,
And even my body."***
But then the dream ended,
They had cleared the road.
The driver again started driving,
At a slow speed fit only for snails,
Still my rifle rattled inside the bad.
Now I reached my town,
I expected her in nightgown,
In the velvety green one she had.
Edging closer on foot to my home,
I observe incandescence in the hall,
Glimmering through the curtains,
I thought she was waiting for me,
Basking in the heat of the fireplace,
After a tiring day's work at the office,
She should have slept peacefully,
But here she was, I thought,
Waiting for her man to be back,
From the neighbouring state's capital.
With these positive thoughts on my mind,
I parried forwards in the snow,
And I thought I'd surprise her,
Telling that my work was done,
Earlier, much earlier than I had expected.
I produced my copy of the key,
And silently opened the door,
But then I heard some sounds.
Totally unexpected sounds,
Like the intimate ones in bed,
I wanted it to be some teleseries,
But then I noticed an overcoat,
And a pair of oversized boots,
Neither the overcoat belonged to me,
Nor the huge gumboots were mine.
It dawned upon me,
My wife had been cheating,
She was in the hall,
The indecent incandescence,
With the noises of it,
Filled the home after issuing,
From the main hall.
I immediately stepped back,
Closing the door silently behind me,
Then I went to the bus stop.
I entered the lodge nearby,
Took the bottle of *** out,
Drank it full slowly but surely,
Then I took the gun out,
Sank the *** in & pulled the trigger,
BANG!!!
The bullet dug under my chin,
It pierced me through my head,
Shattering the lamp overhead.
Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 11:40 PM UTC
easy now
saddle worn speak
rain on the wind
drops me here
amber stone earrings
stopover deal
downpour delivery
secret stories flight
rattling rot release
worm chirping ooze
foster a feeling
foreign delight
Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 1:12 PM UTC
In a space of one day
I saw two off duty ex- air stewardesses
who could have only flown in 1976
when blondes and JPS's really rode the Skies,
but at 14 your unwittingly waiting,
since then I have never
framed it for myself.
Sep 24, 2012
Sep 24, 2012 at 5:56 PM UTC
I'm too small
As small as a dot on the crumpled paper
I'm just one of thousands
Even invisible in this cruel world
Sheltered in a narrow and thin shells
Hiding behind the leaves which begin to change color
My first house
finally I was born
as something strange
I'm the ugly
My body covered with bristle
Feebly crawling along a twig
Gnaw the leaves around and make holes
Run away from the birds
Grappling with weaver ants
Makes me fell to the ground
until my bristle loss
Only worm greets
They hate me so
I could get killed, not all of them accept
until I'm stuck in another dimension
I'm the lonely hiding caterpillars
Imprisoned inside a small obsolete pouch
Trying to **** time
Struggling in the darkness to reach beauty
That's enough of this stopover
wade through the rigors of the long wait that handcuff
I was reborn
being different and they like me
Abundant happiness arrives
fly indefinitely with both my beautiful wings
I can go to wonderful place that I want
penetrate malignancy
Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 4:27 PM UTC
i
will find you
overdressed
i
was up and
i looked out
the window
i
imagined
i knew no one
in
the echo
the noise
opened
its grimy,
dark quarters
then
a break,
a mere stopover
i can remember what we did on each and every one of those fifteen days and nights.
Dec 4, 2011
Dec 4, 2011 at 9:44 PM UTC
I'm too small
As small as a dot on the crumpled paper
I'm just one of thousands
Even invisible in this cruel world
Sheltered in a narrow and thin shells
Hiding behind the leaves which begin to change color
My first house
finally I was born
as something strange
I'm the ugly
My body covered with bristle
Feebly crawling along a twig
Gnaw the leaves around and make holes
Run away from the birds
Grappling with weaver ants
Makes me fell to the ground
Until my bristle loss and scattered
Only a worm greets
They hate me so
I could get killed, not all of them accept
until I'm stuck in another dimension
I'm the lonely hiding caterpillars
Imprisoned inside a small obsolete pouch
Trying to **** time
Struggling in the darkness to reach beauty
That's enough of this stopover
wade through the rigors of the long wait that handcuff
I was reborn
being different and they like me
Abundant happiness arrives
fly indefinitely with both my beautiful wings
penetrate malignancy to explore the horizon
Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 10:52 PM UTC
you are a traveler
it was winter where you were
you were alone
surrounded by nothing
but coldness, loneliness, darkness
i took you in
maybe it was your (sad) eyes
or the way you moved
but i took you in
i gave you shelter
but in time
i wanted to give you everything
warmth, love, care
(shelter for your heart)
you became stronger
and got back on your feet
but i became weaker
the way my knees would buckle listening to your laughter
and one day you told me you loved me
and i believed you
as fast as when you left
the very next day
and now i am stuck at home
alone once again
but i forgot how to live on my own
and all i remember is the way your hand felt in mine
because you are a traveler
and i forgot that i was no different
than just another stopover
that "stay" wasn't a word in your dictionary
and all I could do is survive
the storm raging inside
that you left behind
ever since you left
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 11:53 AM UTC
They say
You can’t make homes out of human beings
But I made one out of you
All those 3am conversations
Thinking you felt the same way too
I dug myself a hole
And knew eventually I’d fall in too deep
In the end
I found myself buried
Under your lies and deceit
They say
Play with fire and you’ll get burned
A moth to a flame, I was to you
You led me on with burning desire
To a path all bent askew
Then the light left your eyes
Conversations ran dry
She came back
And I knew you would leave
Right then and there I felt your goodbye
They say
You can’t make homes out of human beings
And I made one out of you
But I was just a stopover
On your journey to someplace new
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 2:08 AM UTC
A little lassie constantly wanted to shoot for the sky
Tasting the silver lining was the only thing on her mind
The notion excited her soul when she gazed him in her funny books
On Christmas Eve the secret Santa made her wish come true
For the first time, the red cape with her initials graved lifted her spirits high
All her attempts were to impersonate him from dusk to dawn running around
Just like SUPERMAN she flaunted her red cape desired to jump high
As she aged, his posters covered her block her time was invested in gathering his articles
Now she wanted to be with him forevermore
As the idea was absurd she outset to look for his double the one who would own her globe and abide to shield it
The one in red cape and krypton afraid was nowhere to be seen
The exploration came to an end when she realized that the SUPERMAN she was looking must be on another planet
Trying to save his dying Krypton unaware about her existence
But she decided to rest ... perhaps someday her Superman will stopover his new cosmos
Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 1:35 AM UTC
Sometimes I miss him
There are times
I don’t.
Like random flu shots,
Like a stopover down the road.
I’m not all over him -
Clearly no desperate longing
At any angle for his somber, dark eyes
Nor enigmatic smile.
Though I do admit -
Gaps of the day, I use to fantasize
Ever allured by the curves of his body
Tenderly lulled by his mellow voice -
On my knees, I am hypnotized.
Visualizing the way he brushes his fingers
Eminently against my back.
Rejuvenating - it sends chills down my spine,
Yes, my spirit’s taken aback.
Oh, I’m in denial but if truth be told,
Unravel the message…
Read the first letters of every line and unfold.
May 25, 2017
May 25, 2017 at 7:48 AM UTC
at night
sacred dark setting in
between the sheets i crawl
fingers seeking out pleasure
i lapse
past times
an enemy this body was
sensation, undefined and improper
a shame
i cry
afterwards
the pleasure fleeting, my heart remorseful
remember, i demand
those last hands
hungry they were, owned, not yours
another's
there was no breath
only suspension
a time-lapse
a stopover
tired
a bud that has forgotten
the bee's
sting
i swell, my mind a swirl
vivify, vivify, vivify,
harder
breathe
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 5:50 PM UTC
Making a stopover at the Bow flyover
finding a place for the night
a wooden seat to perch on
next to the
church on
Mile End road.
This may be a blessing
but
God keeps me guessing
and I feel I'm
no nearer to him or to thee
whomsoever him or thee
may be.
Next to the gravestones which are
weather worn and grey
( say! I look the same)
I am but a name in the register
to be struck out as I struck out
When your luck's out life *****
I only draw in a breath for death
to draw closer to me
I want to see it coming.
God and his crew always know what to do and send the sunlight to heal all my woes
I take to my toes and leave Bow far behind me and am sure that god knows if he wants where to find me
or
I may find myself.
Oct 12, 2016
Oct 12, 2016 at 12:56 PM UTC
There was love here before.
Some animal on a plank.
Didn't hold for very long.
Rain came often. No one saw.
Puddles formed and dried
at the same times.
Because there was no Occurring.
A restaurant chain
had opened up a franchise
in a stopover, alcoved
by gasoline parkways,
sheeted in neon.
I found it that night
on my way.
Great food.
Great place.
A time to ****
Strangers cast curious smiles.
Some ask questions about
where you're headed.
I wish we knew
when small talk
butterflies into
big talk. Then we can know.
This is serious.
Someone will learn and,
if I'm lucky,
try on my plans if it fits.
The air conditioning whistles and howls.
Some stereo sounds: a horror show
about doctors malpracticing in purpose.
Gore gore gore.
Filthy good. Feel cranked.
I walk to my jacket and open the door,
sounding the bell.
Night greets me back
its smells.
Menthol and ****
I am headed north.
But this was great.
Nice time.
Cheers?
Cheers.
Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 1:52 PM UTC
Things are supposed to matter
You take comfort in your own company
Lying with yourself of the want to belong
When really all there is
Are miles of fresh air
From the distance you have driven
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 5:34 AM UTC