"tallness" poems
I am not a sentimental man but
I remember the tallness of some relatives ceiling and the lights around the table where they sat.
I remember the other, squat ceiling where we lined up and my grandmother cried and in the next room there was body laid out.
It is 7pm and my uncle is giving me birthday money.
It is 3am and he's screaming, pepper spraying a man in handcuffs.
In the same way I'll walk home and see them waving their nightsticks and the boy on the corner with his head leaking.
I'll take a different route home and forget it by that evening. Later I'll suddenly remember it forever.
But I am not a sentimental man.
Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 12:43 PM UTC
His arms is where I was taken
His smile was like my heaven
His innocent face in front of mine
That made him look like an Angel
His manly voice whenever he speaks
Sounds like a beautiful melody for me
His tallness was an advantage
He hugs me so tight
Like he won't let go of me
His presence was enough
To give me more courage
And to made me feel so contented
It was simply taken me back
Because that was all a memory
That make me still Captivated
Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 1:48 PM UTC
other girls say they want to be tall
they don't really
they want to be 5'8" or 5'9"
so that they can be skinnier or a better basketball player
or just so they can reach the top shelf
it doesn't work that way
because that isn't actually very tall
and even if you are that tall
or taller than that
your dreams won't come true
because when you are slightly above 6'0"
you can still be fat
like me
you can still be bad at basketball
like me
and even though you can reach the top shelf
you'll get hit in the head with tree branches more often
like me
but I can pick from the top of the bush
and I can change a light bulb without a ladder
and I can hold onto the ceiling while trying to do yoga
it has it's ups of course
but the downs hit harder
because it's farther to the ground
Feb 26, 2012
Feb 26, 2012 at 9:54 PM UTC
I know the flowers are alive
because I have witnessed them gossiping.
They only do it when they think
no one is watching.
The truth is that
they are never alone.
Like praying monks,
they bow their heads to the ground
and whisper about
the sunflower’s exceeding tallness
and the rose’s self-adoration.
I think, if even the flowers
look down
when speaking their minds,
what hope do we have?
Jul 27, 2019
Jul 27, 2019 at 2:02 AM UTC
I. nope.
II.
long-windedness verbosity
diffuseness prolixity
wordiness rambling
circuity discursiveness
redundancy tautology
tediousness verbiage
verboseness length
longevity permanence
garrulity windiness
volubility circumlocution
expansiveness babbling
periphrasis gushing
blathering protractedness
waffling lengthiness
iteration repetition
prating prattling
jabbering digressiveness
dreariness tedium
deadliness wandering
repetitiousness repetitiveness
pleonasm convolution
logorrhoea boringness
maundering superfluity
duplication tiresomeness
monotony reiteration
gabbiness informality
mouthiness diffusion
logorrhea wordage
blah-blah dryness
dullness boredom
sameness loquaciousness
talkativeness loquacity
freeness orotundity
roundaboutness breadth
gobbledegook gassiness
wittering multiloquence
perissology big mouth
gift of the gab garrulousness
staleness tallness
Aug 19, 2019
Aug 19, 2019 at 9:38 AM UTC
We talked about ghosts at work
There are slaves in the attic
Where the floorboards creak
We have seen glasses and plates
break, untouched, Our house was built on Southern ground
in 1861
We talked about premonitions
There were brothers dead in train crashes
Where the steam boiled and metal buckled
And sisters finding body parts in their sleep
When I dream
I see my mother
Are you real? I ask
I can't be asleep again
Just more so now...
She takes my hand with cold soft
fingers she smells like her
hand cream her eyes make little 'm'
bird wing creases her face is smiling
the way it always has she does not
bother with mascara she sits bright
and hunched in tallness
Are you real? I ask
I'm real. She says
I wonder if tonight I'll dream of slaves
The floorboards creaking
Or of brothers
And their hands thrown in train crashes
Landing under metal somewhere
In the woods nearby
Of wholeness,
Whatever being haunted means
I am scared that nothing I do makes a difference I am scared I feel all of history pounding in my head I am happy to see her even being less real, sleeping
**even if she is more so now**
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 10:38 AM UTC
He pieces her together: eggshells
She pulls him apart: saltwater
And outside it is always rose-light
And paper boats and some sweet breeze that nobody asked for
Outside it's all honeysuckle vining up the pasture fence
She falls asleep small against his tallness
He sleeps like a dog in the sun
If the truck keeps running
It's a metaphor for their relationship
If the truck stops it's foreboding
She loves him: pins and needles
He loves her: turquoise jewelry
And they're forever burning like
Matches on fingertips
Forever noticing new wrinkles in their reflections
As the mirror stays the same with age
"Do you still think you're going to marry me?"
"I won't let you get away again," he says,
Knowing she's young and she's fast
She smiles like pawn shop diamonds
Knowing he's lucky to have her
And having never felt so stupid
In her wicked wayward life
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 9:26 PM UTC
Life has made me lawless
Life made me a conman
I can't remember when I last felt stillness
Been stuck begging for change with a can
People walk by seeming flawless
But never look twice at their fellow man
Life has made me lawless
Life made me a conman
Pride and feeling tallness
Are two things I'll never understand
Most days the world seems ruthless
I suppose that's just my hand
Life has made me lawless
Life made me a conman
I hope death may take me from this madness
And make me a free man
Dec 5, 2019
Dec 5, 2019 at 4:07 AM UTC
too focused on the falling of leaves
the grass growing and I miss them
heights of tallness grows without me
straight up pines
forests
apple bloom sweetness
pearls in shells diamonds treasures
grow faster
than sunrises
leaving amazed me
to catch glimpses
when day goes
into nights
Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 4:41 AM UTC
Give me a quiet day
Where someone remembers
The tallness of trees
And the will to stop and speak to them
To wake them up and then
Jan 1, 2019
Jan 1, 2019 at 1:09 PM UTC
tallness of order
and tall chaotic
we hate because we have loved
and we love
like we have no other choice
Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 9:54 PM UTC
It is the measure of the man
not the inveterate man of the measure
who without substance finds solace in posturing
and delights in undermining the glories hard won
by distinction and excellence by those with real courage
What befits the false warriors without essential probity
who takes refuge lies, smears fabrication and dastardly deeds
and wears a face of many sides each a disgrace to honor and truths
then declares in cowardice supreme I claim the value of ascension
while all and all sees their hollow columns and towers of embers
Is probity in tallness of men or the hearts that beats within
or the large carriages summoned on the never-never enslaved
Is worth of virtue and light seen in the draining snares of serpents
or the fellowship of a thousands lost sheep coerced by duplicity
a platform of harmonious unity or the assiduous guise of chicanery
It is the measure of the man
not the inveterate man of the measure
it is he that talks as it means and means as he talks, with honor
the steady and profound essence of the triumph of mind, body soul
the rock that stands the ravages of the unclean ghouls and smiles
and rides in fire and brimstone's unscathed, the edifying realness
It is the measure of the man
May 25, 2019
May 25, 2019 at 5:10 PM UTC
Even though you were straight
I thought it would be great if you were gay
I longed to see the sparkle in your heart
The magically spectacular rainbow in your soul
I wanted to dance in lovingly lavender gardens
Throughout the day and night
Smell your precious, refreshing fragrance
Let our lips meet in unison
Erupting seduction eminent
Swathed in the solidness of your masculineness
Feeling your immaculate bare body against mine
Your hands on my chest
Giving them the best massage
Lock me in your arms tighter
Be awed by my beauty like a dazzling star
Make me feel collected in your incredibleness
I adore your tallness
Your thugalicious swagger
Your consumable, creamy, and velvety chocolate body
Taste my gayness
Tantalize my spine with your tongue
Let your mouth mesh with the back of my neck
I want a ********** love with you
Holding on to your body
I cherish your treasure
The contours of your face are gorgeous
Your body is a warm place always to stay
To collapse into your attractiveness
Feb 4, 2022
Feb 4, 2022 at 7:47 PM UTC
Jet and handsome you'll never have
With eyes as dark as treebark
Hair curled and seasoned as the leaves
But I can tell you what you will have
You'll have everything he never had
The gold afield, the blue of sea
The tallness as a yew of trees
Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 10:54 AM UTC
a lot more knowing how it turns out decades later
maybe been a bit bolder instead of hoping
been Brasher wore tighter pants sent out longing stares with
all the confidence Elvis would'a
I would have instead of walking by the Jackson sister's house
stayed and threw pebbles into their bedroom windows
or boldly walked up knocked on their door and faced their dad
his six five tallness and said I think I love your daughters
and stood toe to toe and face to belt buckle with
confidence knowing you have to try to shine
have to light a fire to burn
have to live to die
instead of just fading away
the decades it took me to wisen up
I thought I was trying
it was so timid
I'd a bent the rules more
had I just known
Jul 14, 2017
Jul 14, 2017 at 6:01 PM UTC
Oh cat,
I've never witnessed innocence
Before, how you howl to protect
Your kittens,
How scary
Must my tallness frighten
You, all curled around
Your young.
And the breezes
cold, threatening death
To such beauty unfolding
how, life is told
I want to think,
In the eyes of a mother
teats swolled and young
depending so
Much upon
Those fierce eyes tell
Me so, wild as the winds cold
You have soul
chilled by aloneness
You are touched now.
So brave me this glance,
Mom. I chance to
Make a life somehow
As well as you have
And be true to it.
To the death
Mar 26, 2019
Mar 26, 2019 at 11:39 PM UTC