"sugarplum" poems
chaos.
death.
destruction.
the winds are rich
grains of economical gain blown on the wind
grains,
pieces of remainders of ruined lives;
ripe for reaping
reporters can smile their toothy grins
(pretending they don't love it- or the boost in their ratings)
politicians will preach and smile their equally fake smiles-
heads dancing with sugarplum visions
power hungry to bask in the warmth of the schism
-
politicians and reporters smile
looters loot
as figure heads kisses victims heads in style
oh what a lovely mess it is
so completely human
for a natural disaster
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 6:05 AM UTC
I am not an artist
I cannot paint a beautiful landscape that makes you believe you're looking at the real thing.
You will not stare in awe as you wonder what compelled me to paint those lines so uneven
And I can't make my color choices dance in your eyes like sugarplum fairies
Off of the canvas and into your mind
For you to transpose the choreography
To your own understanding
I am not an artist
I cannot capture a single moment in time with the simple click of a camera.
They say a picture is worth a thousand words but every shot I capture seems to be silent
Mute
But they're beginning to be heard
Screaming millions of words
Hoping someone will just hear one
I am not an artist
I cannot make your skin shiver as my lyrics echo through the room
Your emotions will not crescendo as each note burns nostalgia in your memory
And I will not leave you wanting to hear more
I am not an artist
And I can't create a masterpiece in two hours
I can't write words that will break your heart as they enter your ears and fill your soul with the emotions I'm feeling
I can't make you believe that I'm actually the character
I tried so hard to become at rehearsals for the last three months
My movements on the dance floor dont flow with ease or grace
And you will never give me a standing ovation
Or shower me with roses as you cheer for the art I've created.
But
With every step that I take on this earth
I am leaving brush strokes in the dirt and in your memory
Every laugh
every sob
every word that I speak
Is going through your ears for your own musical enjoyment
My eyes are like cameras capturing every moment and every face each time my lashes flutter
And even though most of we don't have photographic memories
We still remember the precious moments our personal cameras caught on film
I am not an artist
I am art
May 8, 2018
May 8, 2018 at 11:41 AM UTC
Miles and borders
wedges
Wanderlust children
locked in the Sun's hula hoop
claim visions of sugarplum prairies
Downplayed mountains
speckle the globe
like tectonic acne
Topography's tease
The paper was so promising
Dimensions spawn
in the tatters of ambition
like fused particles of
colloquial bridges
Keyboards sprout vocal chords
and philosophies huddle under
shy amusement
humming to the hymn of a discovery
wrapped up in the chords
of enraptured choirs of fingertips
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 3:40 PM UTC
Kanna: the tamil equivalent of the words baby/ sayang/ honey/ bunny/ sugarplum/ puffy yummy yum.
There is nothing sweeter than calling a loved one Kanna— the god of love, another name for Krishna.
Krishna's love encompasses the entire spectrum of this beautiful feeling – love for his foster mother Yashoda, for his brother Balaram, love for gopis and for Radha.
Imagine meeting someone so wholesome you want to call them Kanna.
Kartinee Mageswaran
May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 9:51 AM UTC
Margo was a fragile girl,
so ****** it was cool,
we stayed in locked bathrooms, talking till nine,
her father was a liar, sipping cheap wine,
her mother a white pelican, death took her young,
she talked how she wants to orbit around me, like earth do to the sun,
wrote words on my palm,
"I think you can fix me with you sugarplum chewing gum.."
She had no clue I was just a young wolf, passing my time,
I liked broken things that lights up at dawn,
girls that hide in shadows,
waiting for their monsters to come,
blinking neon signs,
smoking cigarettes with their trembling hands,
like they are passing a gun after robbing your mom.
Once she had a dream, about us, no longer being seventeen,
she felt dumb, expressing it to me,
gazing to the distance, her dream became reality,
sound of sirens, resonating in the distance,
wind was playing with carillon on their front lawn,
I didn'tt felt guilty, wolfs don't do, after they eat all lamb.
Margo was a fragile girl,
her pale skin, blue eyes mirrored her moms,
she used to made me peanut butter sandwiches without the crust,
but she didn't know that my favorite color was rust,
I liked when things fall into dust,
enjoyed smoke after ripping young hearts apart,
I filled her world while my insides were numb,
I left after damage was done.
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 5:53 PM UTC
I've been here a year,
A miserable year.
The lease expires next month
And then I won't have to sit
Here in this alleyway
Anymore.
Of course, if on the day
I get to move out some psychopath,
Like the ones you hear about,
Decides to firebomb this whole
****** building
I should like only to sit and listen.
From the warping of linoleum
To the light off the tile,
I would sit on the threadbare
And subscribe to the dance of
Sugarplum atoms.
They spit and sparkle
Like children and stars, respectively,
And give me something to do.
I've been here a year,
A miserable year,
On the corner of Walnut and Greer.
Under cloudbanks of ceiling,
I've been without being,
Been seared without being a seer.
Jun 7, 2010
Jun 7, 2010 at 10:36 AM UTC
When your daughter is young,
you watch over her so she won't get stung.
You gaze into her sweet baby face,
so full of love and beautiful grace;
a sugarplum fairy, she's extaordinary;
a Joan of Arc, down to the birthmark.
When she turns sweet sixteen,
you see into the eyes of a prom queen;
a change so dramatic,
it drives you psychosomatic;
you practice meditation,
but it's still a complication!
Then comes her own love story,
lovely like a morning glory;
arm in arm eith your baby girl,
who's dressed in white like an ocean pearl.
Step, step , step all the way down the aisle,
you look at her face and see her smile.
Years pass so quickly, next thing you know
you're watching your precious granddaughter grow.
"Good-nught, Grandpa," says your little Snow White;
with tears in your eyes, you're feeling all right
Jan 21, 2010
Jan 21, 2010 at 12:04 PM UTC
a peaceful click tapped on his shoe
as he strode tippy toes out of the blue
his stern face was burnished with shine and glow
yet mr. nutcracker still clanked up at do
Aug 10, 2017
Aug 10, 2017 at 6:48 AM UTC
There were times when just to touch you
Would bring tears staring through
The windows of my eyes
Wanting to come out and play
Thinking better of it
Those days held power
Traces of passion left to be swept from the floor
My heart beat differently
Music held me close to its chest
Nurturing me throughout the day
And though I was pained
I was alive
Thriving with love’s essence dripping from my chin
Nothing could reach me then
The island of my being cleverly hidden
By walls of sea on every side
And I walked through your sand
Smiling in the sun
The script of love in my hand
Forbidden fruit would come to be my poison
No antidote to carry us through
Not this lifetime my sugarplum
Not this one
Feb 6, 2012
Feb 6, 2012 at 11:37 PM UTC
Check in impatiently
hauling light luggage -
downturned eyes,
bundled fifties,
skull packed with sickly
sugarplum notions
Stiff key-card door and
three hanger closet -
leave your mittens, jacket,
and conscience dangling
Towels
cotton-knit sandpaper
no softer than well-trafficked
threadbare tawny-port carpet and
your hands and feet pretend
not to feel it
nervously,
a bit numbly,
you notice her standing
with glacial stillness
moments away from
the foot of the bed
Two crooked lampshades and
dim headboard lights
close their eyes when
the mattress springs
first compress,
the air tingling
with dustbunny snowflakes
This room is too dark now,
something like snowblind,
but you don't really want to see
do you?
Frostbite when she touches you
and somehow this bed
is more welcoming
than your own
you'll remember her
february fingertips
and hailstone hair,
a sensation of northerly winds
strange how heavy the comforter feels
sprawled across your skin
you envision an ice slab,
see it suffocate
a slow-flowing river,
and your breath quickens
if only because your lungs
have been crushed
then, just before hypothermia,
she leaves,
lights off,
wallet lighter,
you stay whiteknuckled, lightheaded,
half-consumed by a snowdrift,
beneath the duvet -
dazed
your tongue sits confused,
having asked for peppermints
and been given ice cubes instead
and when you finally rise,
and thaw your limbs
and try not the slip
on the black ice
she always leaves
by the door,
Try to forget
you paid
hourly rates
and shed your clothes
that you might find warmpth
in a blizzard
Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 6:29 PM UTC
The first time I saw him in 2 years all I could manage to choke out was "where do you stay" and "I'll pay you as soon as i can"
I dreamt of him that night. I dreamt of dew covering the ground, chlorine, and dead things. Dreams of sugarplum fairies danced around my head.
You know, they say "relit cigarettes never taste the same and that's all I've got to say about rekindling old flames" but I imagine you would taste like the last time I kissed you- salty.
Because as soon as our lips touched I started to cry. Because I knew it would be the last time. Because we were too young. I sometimes wonder what it would be like to be with you again.
I wish I could roll you into a joint and get high off you. I wish you didn't talk like one of the bad guys, like a gangster.
I wish you never learned what it was like to be without me.
Nov 23, 2016
Nov 23, 2016 at 1:32 AM UTC
One bite is never enough for you
You take the time to taste it all
And won't stop until you're full
But when your jaw weakens
The frustration sinks in fast
So when you kiss me,
Tell me,
Do my flavours dance on your tongue?
Because the finality of that moment,
When you complete a task and start to breathe again...
I just don't know if I can provide you with such relief
And you tell me that I can
But how could I possibly deserve a cherry like you on top of the mountain that is my heart?
But that's the thing
There's no one like you
Because you are the sweetest grump
Whenever frustrated, my sugarplum
And the remainder of you is glee
That can sink its teeth right into me
So bite off as much as you can,
Leave me to sit on your taste buds,
And take your sweet time
To savour me
Aug 4, 2018
Aug 4, 2018 at 11:42 AM UTC
From sweet embrace to life all alone
I'm left to bleed out and to sleep by the phone
I don't want to live to become so old
That I can't feel that pain anymore
In your eyes I can see reflected back at me
All the images of gods that we pretend to be
When we keep a finger's hold on our own destiny
What is to keep us from letting it go?
And all I see are the blessings in front of me
Dangled far away but still close enough for me to breathe
The wonder and light of sugarplum fantasies
Of days I still remember
Falling in love is a dull spreading ache
And falling out is a warning that comes too late.
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 7:06 PM UTC
Good morning, my darling!
(Good day)
You’ve slept the whole night through my love
(You slept o’er half the day)
I made you hot cakes and cream, my dear.
(I found poison in your tea)
Look at the sunshine, my darling dear!
(I smell a storm today)
Oh what outings we ought to have!
(I’d rather live alone)
Chocolates for lunch and sugarplum pies!
(I’d sooner swallow a toad)
We’d watch the sunset in your arms my love.
(You **** me softly, my dear.)
Feb 1, 2011
Feb 1, 2011 at 9:18 PM UTC
Within a month you told me "Baby I love you so". You were the first boy who ever told me that, this you know. And this won't be the first time, and before I waste another line, I've got to tell you no. And you know why, cuz you're insane and clingy and I'm a waste of your time. Time to be disillusioned darling, cuz you're way too needy!-And I'm pleading- let me go.
So this is how I'm telling you to move on. I wrote you another ****** song. And I know, that it was really ****** so cold and mean of me, to say it to you this way. But I won't regret a single word I say. So move on. Trust me you'll feel better when I'm gone.
You think I'm so sweet, your perfect sugarplum. Well babe how can that be true when all I do is make you glum? You want to hold me tight but you make me want to punch you every single night. Oh thank God, you'll never be mine.
So this is how I'm telling you to move on with your life. I wrote you a ****** song so you'd listen up this time. And I know, that it was so **** ****** so cold of me, to put it to you this way. But I won't regret a single thing I've said today. Just move on. Trust me you'll feel better when I'm gone.
So take a word of advice, I won't sugarcoat it or say it nice. You really gonna make tell you twice? To move on!
You don't love me, don't be absurd. You think you're the only one who was ever hurt? You're so selfish, so ******* demanding. You asked too much of me so I'm telling you I'm done. Forever! I wipe my hands of you as friend or as lover. To tell you the truth, I never wanted either.
And now I'm telling you, to move, the **** on. Yeah all I did was write you a really ****** song.
And I know, that it was really ****** so cold and mean of me, to tell you in this way. But you're annoying as hell, dumb and whiney as well. You think I'm nice, but just hear my last advice: leave me alone. Bye-bye, you'll be better once you move on. Yeah leave me alone.
Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 12:02 AM UTC
Baby feet
like sugarplum gumdrops
Covered in sweetness
Only the tongue can describe
Enveloped in intrinsic tenderness
It can’t help but commit-
Akin to the kind of touch a mother holds
Her precious children with
Plush plush plush
Fluffy poodles and the smile of the old lady who sells
Candied strawberries on the street
Drizzled around the eyes of a kind maiden
Laden with tumultuous softness
That always welcomes embrace
With honey trapped in dimples
Skin smooth and supple
I sneak a nibble,
Sly and delicious
Simply nutritious
To my soul,
As it seeks this aura everywhere.
This does not mean
Weakness.
This can withstand
A million and one falls.
The echoing ripples of circles
In the pond of teardrops
Reserved for the world
And everyone in it
Seems to scan for you in a hopeful distance
Permeating constantly…
I’m merely a timid girl
Who fears rigidity and barriers
Desperate for a haven
Of feathers
Of warm rotund flesh
To retreat my head in
No matter how hard
I rub it the wrong way
It will never catch flame
And anger skips straight to a pensive forgiveness
That will continue to love and be my friend
Forevermore
For we do not keep scores
And we treasure scars
Silly enough to pick at scabs playfully
Taking the new ruggedness
Regarding it still:
Soft.
Plentiful,
With the mark of experience.
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 5:45 AM UTC
*separate me, from you.
this is so difficult...
to fall asleep alone,
to remember your touch,
like a ghost your memory
is with me.
i never tire of
your name appearing on my phone.
*i just needed to hear your voice,
before i fell asleep*
my dearest sugarplum,
i never saw you coming.
you are my best friend,
my greatest companion.
i found love, in the most unexpected source.
i can never thank you enough,
for saying hello to me.
you tell me i am beautiful every day,
and i believe you.
i have never before felt so secure,
so confident in anything
as i am in what we have.
never felt so safe in someone's embrace.
the moon of my life,
my sun and stars,
i don't know exactly when it happened,
but my darling,
i have fallen for you.
just the way you fall asleep
slowly and then all at once.*
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 11:49 PM UTC
Oh darlin' you think too much of me
I ain't sensitive
I ain't steady
I ain't kind
and I ain't somethin' to be tamed
I like you in my own way
but my bones ache to wander the wide empty prairie
which frightens you
but thrills me to the depth of my soul.
I don't got your morals
and I sure as hell ain't gettin' 'em soon
you can't hold me down
but have some faith sugarplum:
I'll come back to you.
May 6, 2020
May 6, 2020 at 12:10 AM UTC
words you said to me
why are you so cautious?
you are so adorable.
you're prettier than all those other girls.
bless your little heart.
MADDIEEEE WAKE UP!!
you make me weak.
what's up sugarplum?
i'll stay up for you if you need me to.
words i said to you
alright but i better not be wasting my time.
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 3:05 PM UTC
Sugarplum sweet,
Dropping not too far,
From the lone-blossomed tree,
That has given you life.
Apr 18, 2019
Apr 18, 2019 at 8:09 PM UTC
Get some sun,
Don’t be so glum.
Sugarplum,
Put a smile on that balm...
Apr 14, 2020
Apr 14, 2020 at 11:53 AM UTC
Trauma happens
when things that cannot happen
Happen
I sat on a bed of grass surrounded by a brick fortress
they waited until I slept under the sun
they came while I dreamed of sugarplum fairies and ripped out the bricks from the bottom to reach me
Feb 26, 2021
Feb 26, 2021 at 9:45 PM UTC