"sulked" poems
**Let a fool be a fool
Matthew 7:6
Do not give dogs what is holy; do not throw your pearls before swine.
If you do, they may trample them under their feet, and then turn and tear you to pieces.**
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I think a lot about the character in some people
The character of a person in
the dictionary sense of the word:
Is not the character in my book: per say:
Writing reflects the character of a person like nothing else.’
The characters in my poems, is never about me
it's about my wiliness to come to term with them:
For the past two years, I took on this character
Who am I, what was I thinking and who told me that I could
have taken on such a huge responsibility:
Friendship is better for business than business is for friendship.
I have proven this quote to be so true:
I have always appreciated when someone give me something:
I would cherish they gift to the end:
Years ago when I was a teenager,
When things were rough, my cousin and I would
borrowed each other stuff… clothing etc.
I remember my favorite blouse, I lend it to her
I spend almost all my wages just to buy the top
She took forever to return it to me:
So one day I build up the courage to asked her for it
She promises that in a week time she would return it:
a week passed, joined by another and another,
I took it upon myself to go to her house
To bring home my favorite yellow expensive top
There and behold as I walk in her back yard: in the sink
I set my eyes on my yellow silk top: in a pile of *****
Dingy laundry, my heart stop for a moment
green and moldy, lying there,
Crying out to me: rescue me!
I just couldn’t believe my eyes:
She never had respect me or other people belongings:
It has been over thirty years, and I still have the pink
robe my boss had given me after the birth
Of my first daughter, I cherish it,
I appreciated the thought behind her wonderful gift
When someone give us something:
We have to considered how that person care
Enough to get us a little something:
a token of their love
I thinks a lot about the character of some people
How they like to used us, and when you can’t
Come through for them, they sulked
They feed on others sympathy:
Don't help people who won't help themselves:
Just walked away: take it from this character:
Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 6:21 PM UTC
I had just came
out of an AA meeting.
I looked to the
west, and spied a
mother cat with
a litter of kittens.
Little ***** of fluff,
running and jumping in
the tall grass,
unaware of the
danger that lurked.
A large black and white
Tomcat eased his way
up on one of
the kittens.
The tiny one arched its
back and hissed,
trying to be brave.
Male cats **** the
kittens so that
the female will go into
heat sooner,
and then he can
mate again.
He's a born killer,
living to ****
As I walked towards him,
I thought to
myself, why can't cats
be like penguins?
The father helps raise the
little ones, and they
mate for life.
Why can't nature
have morals?
He was nose to nose
with the baby, when I said,
"Go on, get out of here."
He walked slowly, and then
turned and tried to come
back toward the kitten.
I put my hand on
his side and pushed him.
I stomped my feet and he
sulked away for
the time being.
He'll be back.
It ****** me off
and made me sad.
I thought of Caligula and
Roman empires,
and felines of all breeds.
The *** drive,
human and animal,
has its brutal side.
May 17, 2021
May 17, 2021 at 9:31 AM UTC
1693
The Sun retired to a cloud
A Woman’s shawl as big—
And then he sulked in mercury
Upon a scarlet log—
The drops on Nature’s forehead stood
Home flew the loaded bees—
The South unrolled a purple fan
And handed to the trees.
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Cassie walked down the stairs and imediently ran into pyper "oh dang" she spoke nervously. almost bumping into her. "how are you doing this evening pyper?" she tried to keep her cool. "i'm good." pyper replied. "i went into your room and found your ipod." pyper handed cassie over the pink ipod. "you did?" cassie smiled. "well that was really sweet of you to go out of your way like that." cassie grinned. "what a kind person you are." she added. "yeah, i guess." pyper nodded and sighed. "got any plans for the night?" cassie asked in a friendly tone. "well i was going to go out walking for awhile." pyper sighed. "i'll be back in about a half an hour."
"perfect!" cassie grinned.
"what?" pyper asked in confusion and agravation.
"i'm just saying your perfect, i wish i looked like you. you're like an american dream." cassie lied.
"um, ok? cya around cassie." pyper sulked down the hallway. she looked very tired and sad and her hands were shaking. and she had her hands in the pocket of her leather jacket like she had been cold. "cya around pyper." cassie patted pyper on the back and smiled."
"don't touch me!" pyper snapped.
"alright." cassie backed away cautiously with her hands up.
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 7:46 PM UTC
& There he was,
everybody's fool
in mid April.
Half-way to May.
Caught in a Day-dream.
Dreaming of the porch
his baby basket
should have been dumped on.
Now,
livin' a life of
love-lost lustful lies.
The dark prince,
is just another servant.
Until the day
his father dies
and the horned/thorn-ed crown
is handed down.
To the next heir
standing in
the 69 blood line.
It's a classic!
An All-American.
Trust fund-scum-story.
Staring, a little black cloud.
That spent more time,
sulking
over
sitting
up on the family's thrown.
So he sulked up
until he grew up.
For
he was too foolish,
& tiny
to sit-in or fit-it.
At first, of course.
May 23, 2012
May 23, 2012 at 11:55 AM UTC
On the wheels, I whirl, I spin, I move
Clouds too whirl, then darkness spins
A lightning bolt, then the deafening sound,
Then it pours,
N the fire flies go dim
I dont amble, I dont whisk
Opening my hand, gawking above, I dont decline
Three winks! Drenched n detached from the me wrenching myself,
I wheel as "The Lance Armstrong"
Heavy pours invite a stroll
Cats and Dogs pouring down dismay Rats, ROFL!
Oust as Prince Zuko, I stroll
Surrendering myself to the Zephyr
Same trail but with ****** looks
Hypnotic green, drenched, raise me to the Oblivion
Shimmering in the distant are two dim lights
N I ***** like " The Supertramp"
Beginning of the ultimate inception, I touch
Extending my arms to the cries of sky
Dont know the destination of this alley
Trying to think what 'm anticipating
Though without any charge on my shoulders
Flickering in the near distant are two lights
I hike as " The Aron"
'm I tears, I dont know
Even the silence has sulked
Nothing's in my head
Green n Brown, Pink n Purple hues
Repose the folioles, within
Distant lights are passing by now
I stride as " The me"
To the Aisle,
where birds peep, cheep, chirp, quaver, tweet n warble
From the stroll to the stride
's a short walk of hues n blues
The fringes have passed by
Arena's clear n so 'm I.
Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 7:10 PM UTC
Undo my buttons
and let the soul breathe
for the body to freeze
or scorch! I am done
with each attempt to see
with wistful bras
and weeping knickers
Sulked by sore heads
that lay on pvc pillows
And aluminium beds
Mouths that drink blood
chew mud
Lips that never kissed the moonlight
Eyes that never waved to the sunbeam
All talk of love to redeem
this mass of jagged insanity
“La vie est un sommeil,
l'amour en est le rêve."
Undo my buttons
and caress all the scars
it took to believe
I am as dead
as my cigars.
Mar 24, 2018
Mar 24, 2018 at 11:08 AM UTC
Moving at the speed of slow
comfortable in this minor pace
Approaching my ultimate goal
mesmerized at the escalator's glow
green lit stairs on this moving staircase
taking me up with its mechanical soul
Being coddled my entire life, this is normal
no need to exert any unneeded energy
following the fast track without intent to stop
parents paid for a school that is formal
educated privately into the business synergy
gray suits and fortune await for me at the top
With a screech and a **** the beast halts
accidents happen, but how do we react?
With my escalator stopped, how do I proceed
Without trial by fire, conflict, or faults
Unprepared and contemplating this life impact
I sulked in anger, blaming others that I won't succeed
I see the goal at the top, but its distance is intimidating
How do I reach for that goal if this escalator is broken?
I've never moved forward one complicated step in my life
The terrain is not difficult and the path isn't winding
Then I heard a voice, (my own thoughts?), softly spoken
'It's a staircase you idiot, take a step, you're hardly in strife'
Jan 29, 2011
Jan 29, 2011 at 6:14 AM UTC
NO. NO SUGAR THANK YOU.
Took the telegram
from the telegram boy.
He looked like an angel.
"STOP!"( stop )it said.
It was from Death.
"Ahhhhh man..!" I said.
"I haven't got time to die!"
I sent a telegram back
quick as a flash.,
" NO STOP!"(stop).
I deleted Death
from my facebook friends.
Death sulked.
Hotfooted it to God..
"Tell himmmm!" Death boo hoo hoo'd.
God called me up.
But I ooops dropped
my mobile down the loo.
Flushed it away.
I hid my soul
behind an ormolu clock
that hadn't told the right time
for a long time now.
I stuck it to the back
with well masticated chewing gum.
Wrigleys.
The Devil I knew
invited me to tea.
"Is it hot in here or
. . .is it me"
My life struggled like a fly
stuck on flypaper.
"Shall I be mother?"
"One lump or two"
the Devil inquired politely.
"No. No sugar
thank you!"
Nov 29, 2018
Nov 29, 2018 at 7:29 PM UTC
I wore my frilly frock,embellished with stones bright
Tying my hair into a pigtail
I came out of my room like a strong gale
'Father!' I called out loud,
Again and again with a merry voice
I lacked patience and many other virtues
But all of it was unseen
For that day was my birthday
Mother came rushing to me
Held me against her *****
In a creaking voice she said to me..
'Ssh,my child.
He is out
He is out to make our country proud'.
I was 11, a child lost in her own dreams
of colors, dolls and things pretty
Never did I understand my mother's message
For I was a child void of the world of war
of blood and death.
The radio played,
My mother cried.
'What is happening?'
I thought.
The surroundings sulked in gloom
I shook my mother's arm
Tears gushing down her face,she looked at me
'General Smith , died a martyr..'
The radio played
'..served his country till his last breath'
it went on playing.
My world of pretty things bright
was no more bright
For the pall of darkness battled and won over all things nice.
Everything echoed in my ears
My father's name was being played over and over again.
They were singing praises of my father
'He was out to make our country proud' they said.
He finally came
Draped in a white sheet
He was there,sleeping.
Many faces unknown crowded my home
Cried they on the occasion of my birthday.
I went up to him and cried
'Wake up Father, its my Birthday.'
Tears rolled down my cheeks.
For he lay there silent,eyes closed.
'Oh' I muttered
and ran down the hallway
Shutting the doors behind me
I buried myself on the pillow
Praying to God for everything to be a nightmare
I wished for nothing but to fall asleep forever.
My world of pretty things bright
was no more bright
For the pall of darkness battled and won over all things nice.
I was 11 and innocent.
A stranger to the world of war,blood and death.
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 5:11 PM UTC
Greenland's not for sale
Greenland's melting
Green forests burning
Greenback flooding
Greed and fear ablaze
fed and preyed upon by AI
Chosen by the wicked
but snubbed, the King sulked
Aug 22, 2019
Aug 22, 2019 at 11:17 PM UTC
Walking with you by my side,
Watching the Sun set in beautiful lights,
I sulked every step we took side by side.
You pulled me up close to you,
Looked into my eyes with love,
Kissed me like fire in you.
The taste of your soft sweet lips,
The gaze of your beautiful eyes,
Fills joy in every last inch of my tips.
Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 4:29 PM UTC
Her innocent smile is as bright as can be.
Which woefully,unwittingly fell into i diavolis sight.
She was truly the fairest you could ever see.
No wonder she was taken to a world beneath all light.
She ate his fruit that was so sweet.
Then to find out she could not leave.
Disappointment down from her head to her feet.
With all the chills running down from her sleeve.
Dearest young maiden I feel your grief.
And every tear to be sulked like no other.
Thy art to return for thy has strong belief.
The daring buds of May then shall bloom,for happiness then
shall fill your mother.
For half the year air is cold followed by the winters snow.
When shes back the flowers will grow by the hapiness of the summers glow.
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 1:00 PM UTC
I was cold and unforgiving when you threw yourself at me,
You gave me everything you had and I said it couldn't be.
I took everything you gave me and laughed straight in your face,
You couldn't be the chosen one, someone has to take second place.
When everything was gone you solemnly sulked away,
but- you'll be back again tomorrow because we do this everyday.
Your break will come around and you'll just want a twix,
but I'll only take your money-for I'm a vending machine and I know all the tricks.
Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 9:03 PM UTC
Things she's good at...
Hmmm, let's see.
Talking, and napping, and watching TV,
Whining, and crying, and sighing again.
Again, and again, and over again.
Oh crap, this poem, it's about a princess you see,
But so far I've written it about my kitten, Winnie.
My real princess is Ashley, Ash, so lovely.
But don't make her mad or she might even throw things.
Kidding, I'm kidding! Well, I guess I'm really not.
But back to the point, where we first got caught.
His name was Gage, my good friend of youth.
Immature and reckless, he lost her like ****
Yeah, that's right, he dated her first..
But with stupidity he lost her, almost like a curse.
Or was it a blessing, a blessing you see.
Not a blessing for him, but a blessing for me.
We met once again, this time a new friend,
His name was Alex, and that's where it ends.
But that's okay, that story is old,
The story of us is about to unfold.
We met before drinks, shots to be exact,
She took so many and convinced her drugging was fact.
Fast forward now, past the times of drunk.
To the time where I, well, I thought and I thunk.
Girl after girl, I'd dated them all.
From Leanne to Lauren, short and tall.
Just over two years of stagnation and pain,
I found that I actually had much left to gain.
Remembering Ashley and the brightness she held,
I randomly reached out and all of a sudden an end came to my hell.
We texted and talked, sexted and sulked,
We found love within each other, something neither of us had felt.
And there it was, almost two years exact to this date.
That I met and fell in love, with my one and only soul mate.
So there it is, the story of my princess,
nothing more, nothing less.
But now, you see, I have two princesses with me.
One's named Ashley and the other Winnie.
I'll love them forever, and long after that,
my beautiful Ashley and calico cat.
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 11:20 PM UTC
The fridge droned between the sound
of her impaired footsteps across
the 600 grit linoleum floor. She ran
my palms against the cave-like walls.
Eroded paint bubbling like balloons
before bursting, flattening beneath
her touch. She felt the key rack
with more keys than a piano store,
cork board with porcupine thumbtacks,
and the thin edge of the Disney calendar
beside the light switch. Patting the blood
off on her pant leg, she flipped the switch.
With her sleeve, she brushed crushed Oreos
from the table and sat. Scatted about
the stained mahogany was a few National
ENQUIRER subscription cards, used napkins,
and an overdue bank notice. Sliding the chair
back, she sulked to the switch and flipped it
back.
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 1:55 PM UTC
"She just had to say it,
She couldn't keep it to herself,
I knew we were in a rough patch
But this, her ex." I need time to think.
As I sit down on the steps outside
I light, take a drag, and blow
"This can't be my fault, can it?
With all we've been through?
How could she throw this away,
For what, a fling!?" My clouded judgment stews.
The steps become uncomfortable
But I light, take a drag and blow.
"What I should do is bust this door down,
And force her to tell me why.
Why am I not good enough for you?
Why would you throw what we have away!
Tell me why!" And as the stairs began to poke and ****
I light, take a drag, and blow.
"This is rediculous!" And as I rose from the stoop.
"There's just got to be a reason!
You don't do something like this without a reason!"
Were the words that flooded out of my mouth,
As I pushed our once inviting door open,
And I light, take a drag and blow
"You owe me this, look at me!"
She just continued packing a box
full of our things, our lives, her lies.
So as I flung the box to the ground.
Grabbing her shoulders I screamed "Why!!"
Just light, take a drag, and blow
Her fiery stare was more telling
Than any word that would follow from her lips.
"We haven't been right for years.
You've changed, I've changed."
And I knew there was no more I could do.
Except light, take a drag and blow.
She continued with, "I can't believe you're surprised.
Where do you think I've been going?
You are worse at keeping a wife,
than you are at keeping a job," she sliced.
She was right. I sat down on our former love seat to think
Just light, take a drag and blow.
I helped her pick up the scattered contents,
Of the box I had strewn to the floor.
********* each lie, my ears teary,
I knew this was it. He pulled up at 9.
She left with him at 10, my heart sulked in the corner
I just took a drag and blew.
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 2:43 PM UTC
Spring sulked this year,
plants wet and swollen shut,
buds reined in
by the season’s late debut,
all drenched by loss.
But life, spirited away in mourning,
cannot remain shut up.
Fingers of grief, deft as hungry lovers,
pry open.
Wet sheets snap in the drying wind.
Trash cans
plundered by dogs
boom across winter worn grass
ironed by sun, spilling
corks, stained red
with last night’s wine,
alive,
sulfurous.
The sharp rains of sorrow cut
through me into places left long
vacant by tears until I,
worn from wearing masks,
in company of shadows,
refuse to bury coals
to keep the blaze
from burning.
Mar 1, 2014
Mar 1, 2014 at 2:57 PM UTC
I knocked on the door,
it was a silent night.
I knocked once more,
there was no one in sight.
The house was locked with the key inside.
I sulked and waited till dawn was to arrive.
Then the birds started chirping
and the hens with their sing
Woke every dozer sleeping, unknown to my sting.
But yet the door remained closed
outside which i strolled
I was sleepy, hungry
And my head spun like a web.
I cursed the person who defened the bell.
It was too late!
I couldnt wait anymore.
I held my head and walked away from the door.
As i did the milk man arrived
and the dear maiden inside
Opened the door to my heavens floor.
She was suprised! seeing me outside
She began to question me in this mode,
"What on earth was i doing sitting on the road ?"
Now it did not matter to me,
For i was too delighted and at last at ease,
to see my way into a deep bright sleep.
Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 3:32 AM UTC
Defeat isn't a word
I care to hold in my
vocab, but alas,
here it is while I
contemplate what's
become of me.
My time runs short
and my patience stretch
thin to a wasted summer
of work and depression
while I envy those abroad
or soaking in the sun, while
I sulked in a desk chair
that I kept luke-warm until
someone else came to claim
their rightful throne.
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 6:07 PM UTC
I gave up everything just to be with you
and ended up losing it all.
You flung your narcissistic charm at me
and my heart caught every bit of it willingly
like a young girl hungry for the spotlight
Kisses, roses, and promises you handed me
The kisses were shared, the roses they died,
and the promises were lies.
You lured me in with your big brown eyes
leaving me breathless and wanting more
You gave me more and then you took it away
and I fell to my knees in anguish.
A love that was doomed from the beginning
but I took that blind leap anyways believing in magic and trust
You betrayed that naïve girl who wore her heart on her sleeve
and left her to rot in the dust
I sulked in my bed sheets, craving death
peeking over the covers awaiting the grim reaper
It was a tragic year.
But then I started to grow
and I started to heal.
The world suddenly seemed so clear.
I fell in love with another face...that face looking back in the mirror.
I gave everything up. I lost it all. But I finally gained me.
Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 12:56 AM UTC
Her heart was captured in the snare of unrequited love
It started out with a little girl’s crush.
He was rude, and closed off to her
so the answer given to her by all
was that he liked her.
Odd…
So she started the fire up.
Middle school came up with curiosity.
Puberty was laid on the young girl,
but he was experiencing the unfair rules of life and breaking.
They became close hearts when nobody was watching.
But the fear of being isolated ran through his blood
Just enough to not want to be seen with the tom boy.
Her heart was understanding
so she watched him from a distance,
and always stood behind him to break his falls.
Because she loved him.
Years of high school followed them.
The caterpillar grew to a butterfly.
Excitement of newly sprung love brought pain.
He allowed her to be by his side,
but didn’t turn his head to watch her.
She became familiar with the peace of death.
Tears were hidden, and broken bones were scattered in a hurry to hide them.
He didn’t watch her.
She watched him.
Calming his quick breaths with a warm embrace in the absence of hers.
His eyes didn’t see her saving him,
but she didn’t care…
Because she loved him.
The times of adulthood sulked in.
Sinking was the obvious answer to him,
but her heart was big enough for the both of them… for the time being.
She knew he was in the arms of another.
The eyes of a woman can see all lies if they allow themselves
Watching him torn down by that doll filled her with anger,
but she kept her tongue to stay by his side… as a mere friend.
Because she loved him.
A third corner was brought into the light.
For once someone took interest in her sold heart.
The one person who could have stopped her from the closing in pain
encouraged her.
Her smile became a mask of disappointment.
She left his side silently
still holding her sold heart out on her sleeves.
Because she loved him.
The wine ripened,
and his eyes were opened.
Meals that were always prepared for him seemed to disappear.
Encouraging conversations went missing.
He looked to the current woman
but didn’t feel the same.
They were little things
but most of those small acts made up his life.
Puzzle pieces were lost
So he decided to watch her
because he realized…
Bruises grew with each hit
He sank because of the absence.
Looking at her fall into a heart of another broke him
The want of confession laid heavily over
But he couldn’t conjure
So instead the anger came out on the third corner
He wanted to hate him,
but after seeing her ear to ear smile
the urge left him.
She was happy for once
The need to look after someone who never looked at you
was lifted off of her shoulders,
and she looked honestly happy
So with pain
he decided to let her go
because he loved her.
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 11:56 PM UTC
In isolation
Alone, without you
And no consolation
Could console
My heart, my soul
One day, you walk to me
And an angel smiled
Upon my heart and destiny
Decided what was meant to be
Cheated death by living
But in a moment with you
And I wonder
How do you?
The hurricane, melting away
the memories and the pain
Your eyes, created the storm
Your smile, killed me a thousand times
To revive me, to forget pain
To stand up, again
And I cheated death by living
But in a moment with you
And I wonder
How do you?
I was a kid, immature
Hurtful and ignorant
How would I have known
What I'd lose
For I lost heaven itself
Left your side
When you were fighting
Sulked out
When you were leaving
Yet you smiled
And you said, 'Don't worry'
And all I did was
Wonder
How do you?
Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 1:14 PM UTC
Only to please God
is why we are here
Dom Joe
(dear Bunny) said,
facientes voluntatem Dei,
he went and got me
macaroni cheese
for supper even though
I was late arriving
and a mug of cocoa
with skin on top,
agréable à la langue
et le cœur
a French monk said,
you can have me
anyway you choose
she said and I did,
the impudence
of the sinner
displeases God
as much
as the modesty
of the penitent
gives him pleasure
said Bernard,
from my room(cell)
I saw only the rooftop
of the abbey
and the grey slate
wet with rain,
Hugh talked of his
carpentry work
I made the chairs
in the guest house
common room
he said
he was no
George Hepplewhite
and I told him
and he sulked,
l'orgoglio viene prima
di una caduta
the Italian monk said
as we walked back
from our Thursday walk
to the abbey,
Dom Gregory stood
in the shadows
of the cloister
half in half out
arms crossed
staring into the garth,
she lay
on her bed welcoming
legs spread
her garden of Eve
visible and Elvis
sang from the Hi-fi,
I polished the choir stalls
after the office of Terce
and sunlight poured
from the high windows
on the polished wood,
blessedness is not
the reward of virtue
but virtue itself
said Gareth
quoting Spinoza
as we threw stones
at the incoming tides
on the abbey beach,
red and yellow bricks
on walls and cloister
and the church designed
by a monk and built
by local workmen
and I stared and ran
my hand along
the bricks as I walked,
ver a Dios y ser feliz
the Spanish monk said
as we worked
in the orchard
picking apples
for the refectory store,
the wooden Crucified
on the wall of my cell
aged by time and wear
at night before sleep
I would kneel there
and give it
an anxious stare.
Mar 18, 2016
Mar 18, 2016 at 4:03 AM UTC