"tgif" poems
My breath fogged your glasses
well...
someones glasses
hard to tell hard to see hard to care
so I whipped up a couple of blinks and pumped more blood
garden fresh cheeks
lace and sweet cherry knots
memorizing scripts in margarita swirls
same sentences--erased lines
spied the EXIT fall
crashed with a simple laugh
I laughed too
rows of lipstick stains and plastic strips
tripping over the way out
muttering punk sputtering prank
then they wobbled out the
ENTRANCE
and I ordered more foggy
glasses
Jul 5, 2012
Jul 5, 2012 at 10:34 PM UTC
Are you free tonight?
May be
Yet undecided
Whether to join you or not
Let me first be sure
What I need
A silent moment
A soulful music
A serious chat or
A sound sleep
Still I am not sure
Whether I need,
A cold beer
A hot lemon
An exotic coffee
Or Just
The delighting thirst
Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 10:05 AM UTC
We forgot to make love last night,
yet again like many other nights
we remained distant islands separated by
Bermuda's of bed sheet and air.
The body wasn't very happy
Those thousands of red cells inside you
divided and redivided in anger
Ached and oozed and broke free
from your restless
When I woke up this morning,
I found you lying in a pool of blood.
You decided to go to work
After all it was a Friday and
the long weekend was a week away.
You take too many iron supplements
I fear, one day your body will be so full of folic acid
that it will cry.
We have the Smokies lined up for October
and the Cayman Islands in Christmas
Thinking of planned vacations makes me go to work
every day
Even though I ****
so bad
that I'd rather open a book store
and read all day
and sell a book or two.
My life is still all about you
After all these years
I still couldn't kiss that woman who
asked me on a coffee date at 10 pm by the lake.
or the one who found me cute on our album by the dressing table
You would say "Go ahead , we are not married yet".
I would laugh when I am alone,
thinking of the all the things you say
these days.
You say all the good things in life needs planning
marriage, kids,
buying house on mortgage
convertible sport coupes
vacations in South Pacific.
I find it ironic that I met you on a book store
when I cancelled a TGIF party and had this sudden urge
to buy Alice Munro's short stories.
We were sweet, back then.
Now you lie,
about being anemic on your weekly routine checkup
hide,
your biopsy report soon afterwards;
lie again,
on the reason of your sudden cancellation of the planned vacations for the year end
saying it's work.
Then you disappear, terrify me
Only to come back strands of hair gone from your head
still say nothing,
yet finally disappear saying nothing before I could buy us
the last vacation together.
I regret how much we could have done
together
if we made love more often
my body healing yours
resting, soothing,
purging all the enemies.
On the day when we supposed to be married
I visit the Caymans
laughing alone in a crowded beach
thinking about all the things you used to say these days
having Alice Munro's short stories for company.
Aug 24, 2012
Aug 24, 2012 at 4:03 PM UTC
The forest green of the trees
contrasts so greatly
against the soft pastels in the sky;
Did someone paint this neighborhood?
The odors of garlic & parsley
wafting from across the
charcoal street.
Hums of today's news,
all the latest gossip,
ooh'ing and ah'ing;
endless snippets of candlelight chatter.
Occasional dollops of light
peering up from sedans passing by.
Sounds of zooms
blocked out by the steady pulsating
of white earbuds.
Dogs yipping, sometimes a real bark.
Neighbors come and go,
reciprocating cordial hello's.
Street lights slowly coming alive,
for at 8:37, the sun has begun
its transition to slumber.
They always say,
TGIF, thank god it's Friday.
As day slips to nigh',
the crackles and pops of vinyl come alive
behind a slightly rusted window pane.
Tonight's secrets not yet revealed,
a couple strolls by
holding hands,
sipping coffees, decaffeinated.
A man drunk with regret
and a 40 in his belly,
he breathes a clumsy, "Hey."
Malted liquor questions,
their smell & sound, unmistakable gurgling.
Street lights now fully illuminated,
glances exchanged from
passer-byers.
He opens the car door for her,
and into the dusk they drive.
Vehicles come by in even
greater numbers,
and still searches the young man
for $9, a toothbrush, and a shower,
even cold.
Just another night of
just another day,
in just another city,
in just another neighborhood
on just another street.
Silence, loud, ominous silence,
filtering the senses,
the stories,
the magic;
Isn't ordinary extraordinary?
Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 8:52 PM UTC
*** dat lingwistik ****
is so **** bro.
ppl dun wanna no nefing nemore, well tgif.
i just wanna *** some bishes
nd 4get abt lyf.
I ceebs bein gud wif werdz.
i jst wnt sum roofies 2 hlp me relx.
my comp is lagging 2much.
2 many **** on ytube 2dae.
imma go on COD and shoot sum *****
jst add me on SC nd u can send me nudes.
i mite c u at da clubs 2nite.
rofl.
YOLO.
inb4 dis is uncomahensabul
dis is 2deep4u.
May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 11:46 AM UTC
Loud music
Hands up in the air
Carefree moves
Letting all your sorrows out
Cig in hand
Lighter by side
Puff hard
Letting out the O's together with your sorrows
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 11:54 PM UTC
I kissed you roughly
and you take off my clothes
as I took off yours
our sweaty bodies
rocked each other
and melted into one
and I felt confident, invincible
until you asked me
“who are you?”
and never have I felt
more vulnerable
Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 1:18 PM UTC
My building pans for gold
In these hard times,
And for its efforts
Has desilted some glinty nuggets,
Employed twenty-somethings!
Roll in your grave Che Guevara,
Here no one is packing bullets to the hills.
This band of twenty-somethings
Multi task marble halls thumbs all a twitter,
"tgif...come over, wine, pizza, stay the night?"
Mary and Joseph if you're still looking for your son,
He's sleeping in the park
Along with his disciples.
Their last supper was a dumpster dive
Of congealed chinese, smelling of fish sauce.
Oct 9, 2010
Oct 9, 2010 at 6:49 AM UTC
You tricked me into loving you,
But really I just loved the way you made me feel.
You tempted me from across the room,
Winking and bubbling in your multicolored smiles,
Every person that dared delve into your playful perversions-
Stammered away in a radiant buzz.
I clung to an innocent corner,
I hid from your wicked stare,
But your tantalizing teasing,
Was more than I could bare.
I sipped your sinful cider, love,and lost all my control,
Your venom pulsing through my veins-
Face glowed,hips shook,
And my hair ran down my back and urged my inhibitions to run away with it.
In an intoxication fixation-I opened my mouth and kissed the world,
It tingled.
We floated on the music and surrendered to the beat
The crowd became a single blur, but I knew I had you,baby,
I nestled you tight against my lips-
Your powerful sting still irresistible.
How quickly you betrayed me,
You turned my bliss to tears,
You drug me to the bathroom,
Shame faced me in the mirror,
You left me quite abruptly,
Guilt spilled across the floor,
It dribbled down my swollen face-
You won the Friday War.
You tricked me into loving you-
And now I hate you too.
Feb 23, 2012
Feb 23, 2012 at 11:58 PM UTC
Thank God it's friday
Finally I'm going home
Place where I belong
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 7:58 AM UTC
Tick tock goes the clock
Sometimes fast sometimes slow
Especially Fridays ergo
With great anticipation
The game begins
When it hits five everyone wins
Until then our minds tend to wander
In that moment of reckoning
The weekend beckoning
Of the things to explore
When we head out that door
Having just finished our last chore
Will it be fun to enjoy
Or entertainment to employ
Either way jumping with joy
There’s that sense of freedom
Coming to our life
Leaving behind work strife
A big smile or a grin
Coming my way
No more din for this day
A few beers to quench my thirst
Sleeping in is the option first
Time with my honey never a curse
Leaping children in mine arms
The substitute for alarms
Bringing their delights and charms
Andreas Simic©
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 1:50 PM UTC
#like4like when I admitted my feelings quickly
for her to give in slowly
#tbt to when love felt like a possibility
#yolo? Everyday with her was a lifetime of happiness
#selfie for the times I wanted to see if the warmth inside me
was showing for her
#tgif for the nights I'd spend with her til early morning in love
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 3:42 PM UTC
Its Friday night in the ramshackle city
The sweaty bodies writhing to to soco beat
Drugs, Drink and Debauchery and Cigarettes
Let go.
Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 12:57 PM UTC
Ms. Mabelline Merryweather might not follow all rules and regulations at Social Services to a T, but she does get the job done efficiently. She knows well paper pile-ups, bureaucratic mumbo jumbo is second language to her. No unruly impatient Podunk piece of indigent indecency can rile the likes of Ms. Mabelline. She's cool as a cucumber on a chilled salad bar. Speaking of which, it is just now two minutes away from Ms. Mabelline's cherished lunch entourage with fellow ladies of the office. So, if you'd like to get your claim copied and filed quickly, you'll give Ms. Mabelline her due respect, else your *** might be chilling back in the waiting room, till she's finished laughing over your pathetic life from a table at TGIF's this noon hour. You know, claim uncertainties and misfilings have been known to jam up processing for weeks, don't ya know?
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 9:36 AM UTC
I was asked
If I knew what "TGIF" meant
I responded I was one
Of these people that
Enjoyed Monday as
Much as Friday
The western man does
Not understand
Work without effort
Monday is the same
As Friday
Same Sun
Same moon
It's the same
During the week
I may stand
At the job site
On Friday evening
I may stand at the gym
Same difference
There is nothing special
About a Friday
If you are working
If you are acting
You are losing
You have bought into
What you are being sold
What you are being told
Thank goodness
Thank goodness for Monday
T.G.I.M.
Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 9:52 PM UTC
Human life
What's it all about
Eating, sleeping
Relaxing in the park
Maybe going on a hike today
I had Kodiak cakes yesterday
Had them today
I guess it would be nice
To go on a hike
With a woman
I'll go to the gym
Work out alone
After a certain time
I learned to just breathe
And relax
All of life
Is just one big vacation
Forget TGIF
Friday is the same
As Monday
It's all one
Big experiment
We are told
To crave
To one
To desire
And to strive
But there is absolutely
Nothing here
Listening to a podcast
Going to my job
Working out
It's really all
The same
Same empty program
And who would want
To live forever
Everything is falling
Falling away
Everything is decaying
Oh well
My body goes here
And then it goes there
I am a minimalist
It once occurred to me
That the world's
Most powerful nations
Will destroy the world
By beginning World War III
I heard someone say
Life is funny
It's just man
Repeating
The same mistakes
Over and over again
The human race
Won't change
Leaders will lead nations
Into war
The innocent population
Will suffer
Nothing new
I hope there is no
World War III
Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 2:13 PM UTC
So
tell me
who do you thank when it's Friday
when you don't believe in God.
i believe in
as I breathe in
that here is
and there was,
will always be
something out there
someone up there
far greater
so
answer now or tell me later
who do you thank when it's Friday.
Jul 15, 2016
Jul 15, 2016 at 1:19 AM UTC
With no make on and eye lash hangin’
Pumping on E. bassy travelling the subway
Friday jumps on you, with expectation galore: Drink, gloat, sitting on-
Refurbished old rustic sofas on the far end of the bar.
Would your TGIF be a spent screaming over the music?
To make yourself heard with sweaty drunk happy hearts grinding?
Or would it be a cosy comforter holding you tight-
While you binge on anything scrolled now since the dragons flew?
Measuring ourselves to our own scales is-
Scary, if mildly put; social beings we are, to be, is a need-
But contentment may lie in unexpected unsocial moments sometime then-
As the years grey by, clear becomes the crystal, ever much so.
Random thoughts of a wandering mind;
Smother not, caress quietly- tune into some AI’d playlist;
Put on that conversation repellent, we all call earphones
And glow warmly in your sweet company, for it is TGI’my’F.
Jun 24, 2019
Jun 24, 2019 at 2:51 PM UTC
What's so good about Friday?
He turned my world
right side up
when I found myself
displaced, continents away.
He's my Man, Friday--
He stirs the waters up
and changes them quick
to fruit of the vine
He spits on dirt
and they see, the blind
walks past them
and tormentors flee.
What's so good on Friday?
The end of yet another
back breaking week.
Yet He broke His back
and purchased Eternity.
By His stripes I'm healed
His blood has made me free
it's the day of liberty --
today is Freedom Friday!
Who cares about Taco Tuesday
or nostalgic Throwback Thursday
what's with Man Crush Monday!
But everyone yells TGIF!
Thank God, it's Friday!
still half of us disbelieves Him anyway.
We're marooned on an island
condemned and castaway;
but out of a tree and a rock
and a crowing denial three;
walks this man, Friday
and He's good enough for me.
Yes, there's still one set of
footprints on my stormy shores
And yes, He still carries me.
What's so good about Friday?
On Good Friday I took up my Cross
And He came and followed-rescued me.
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 1:22 PM UTC
TGIF is played out.
Shows stream like spawning trout.
No theme music.
No rolling credits.
47 minutes of artificial flavors.
13 minutes of passive aggression.
This is not your father's **** tube.
His had buttons and dials,
silly rabbit ears, and even
the occasional working VCR.
It was a simpler time
for the television.
Today with so much demand,
he too is under enormous stress
and headed for a breakdown.
He just can't keep up
with your binge watching,
the endless hours of "Reality"
that even he knows is fake.
You used to be friends.
Remember?
Cut him some slack
before his screen goes black.
Feb 8, 2020
Feb 8, 2020 at 10:12 PM UTC