"trolled" poems
Orcas in Puget Sound
Along the road, abandoned wild apple trees bend
with their heavy loads, dusty skirts of blackberry bushes
purpling fingers, piercing flesh
mouths ringed with berry juice, vampires all.
Along San Juan Island salmon leap clear
out of the briny water, just yards ahead of their predators,
Orcas, dorsal fins curving shiny black, sluicing and slicing
the surface like sharpened knives
They have bred with one another for 10,000 years
trolled these waters through famine, earthquakes, world wars
through shifting continents, glacial avalanches,
through the extinction of whole civilizations.
Standing on a cliff, my daughter and I
watch the Orcas churning the water - studies in grace
the largest gem on the necklace of a great food chain
and when we sleep we too chase
the great King Salmon of our deepest dreams,
the fathers we lost, the currents that bear along children
Translucent jellyfish, palm sized, breath below
sideways exhale, convulsive inhale
umbrellas opening and closing a thousand years or more
sliding through forests of brown kelp where mollusks cling
We have clung like this to one another, with my body
thrown over hers for protection and her exhaling away from me
If Mama Orca keeps her young close, so will I
If there are salmon to chase and harbor seals to command, so we will
Arcing in the late August sky
slapping and parting the surface, over and over
the whales, lords of the Sound, swim in our brains as we sleep
sparkle against blackening waters
You are of my body from my body cleaving there for 10,000 years
Whatever quarrels there are on land vaporize
In the presence of these creatures,
arcing against all that is temporal, vicious, small,
studies in power and grace
The tide pulls out, skimming across rocks and oysters in their muddy beds
But this need to care for you remains as big as an Orca
your appetite for adventure as voracious
and I watch you, my child, disappearing with summer
into high school, into womanhood, into
the salty, light-dappled ocean
Jul 15, 2012
Jul 15, 2012 at 4:15 PM UTC
Contemptuous of his home beyond
The village and the village pond,
A large-souled Frog who spurned each byeway,
Hopped along the imperial highway.
Nor grunting pig nor barking dog
Could disconcert so great a frog.
The morning dew was lingering yet
His sides to cool, his tongue to wet;
The night dew when the night should come
A travelled frog would send him home.
Not so, alas! the wayside grass
Sees him no more:--not so, alas!
A broadwheeled waggon unawares
Ran him down, his joys, his cares.
From dying choke one feeble croak
The Frog's perpetual silence broke:
"Ye buoyant Frogs, ye great and small,
Even I am mortal after all.
My road to Fame turns out a wry way:
I perish on this hideous highway,-
Oh for my old familiar byeway!"
The choking Frog sobbed and was gone:
The waggoner strode whistling on.
Unconscious of the carnage done,
Whistling that waggoner strode on,
Whistling (it may have happened so)
"A Froggy would a-wooing go:"
A hypothetic frog trolled he
Obtuse to a reality.
O rich and poor, O great and small,
Such oversights beset us all:
The mangled frog abides incog,
The uninteresting actual frog;
The hypothetic frog alone
Is the one frog we dwell upon.
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Dark Shadows Lurked Her Flesh,
On A Night Of Cloudless Fog!
Cricket Noises Trailed Their Den,
The Falling Leafs,
On Wind They Trolled!
On A Dreaded Night,
The Clouds Rode,
Far Flying Crows
,Weightless They Plagued The Sky;
Humming Sweet Sonorous Chimes!
Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 8:14 PM UTC
I'm not taking a side
I think you're all daft
With words that deride
Afore and aft
It doesn't have to be snide
Trolling can be quite a laugh
But it lacks imagination
And creates an irritation
When you're ******* at it and use it as an excuse to just be nasty to each other and then you don't step away, and just keep arguing and arguing and arguing like you're in nursery, and nobody gets a solution because the whole thing is pointless and irrelevant and based on opinions that don't matter of people you will probably never meet and it's just so ridiculous I can't even end this sentence because of how ridiculous it all is and its made me forget about punctuation and sentence structure and everything because I'm annoyed at having to read such pointless ******* and I'm tired because here in England it's after midnight and I'm laid here reading ******* rather than sleeping when I just want to read some poetry aaaaaarrrrrgggghhhh and all I know is to make this line rhyme I need to end it in ation!!!
A rhyme about other trolls
Troll troll
You've got a big head
And you're made of stone
And you aren't red
Troll troll
You're in a film called the hobbit
And you're made of stone
And you're not a rabbit
Troll troll
You could be a rabbit
One made of stone
You could be red
Made of red stone
But you lack imagination
Like an Internet troll
Because you're head is made of rocks
And you were made by some sort of evil wizard or something
So at least you've got an excuse
Unlike people
Who lack imagination when trying to be a troll
Because they lack even the imagination of a troll
Who is actually a troll
But came in 6 movies rather than sitting behind a computer screen blaming other people for their loneliness
I'm off to fester in my own self pity, silently waiting to have my troll poem trolled by trolls who aren't really trolls. I'll be back tomorrow for more fun and games.
That's all folks!!
Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 7:46 PM UTC
The bullet was made by an expert
discovered when removed.
At the autopsy of a young guy
one of several just arrived.
Not a gang war it was known
but a ****** working alone.
The public scared out of their wits
the police under pressure.
Three dead this boy the latest victim
attacks in varied locations.
Was it by somebody from the military
an expert with a unique ability.
No clues was not good to hear
the public afraid to be here.
Tall buildings made them easy targets
when would the next strike be.
Though summer the temperature cold
through information they trolled.
As another victim was gunned down
more evidence was found.
Two teenagers saw a man with a case
get into a city works van.
Contacting with what they had seen
a new image came on the screen!
Every law officer was instantly alerted
a face found to fit description.
An ex soldier with traumatic stress
caution the critical word.
Quickly a sighting was received
the entire force relieved.
A gun battle ensued policemen hurt
not killed in the line of duty.
A swat team eventually shot him dead
in a disused ammunition factory.
News soon spread of the snipers demise
the gloom factor began to rise.
You can never argue with a bullet!
The Foureyed Poet.
Jun 15, 2011
Jun 15, 2011 at 1:20 PM UTC
Got fired but looked as if he bluntly had resigned,
Got penalized for improving every product's design.
And yet created another one, cuz as hell was creative his mind,
"Stay hungry, Stay foolish", was his ultimate key-line.
Not a coder, not an engineer, no technical precision,
No determined profession, except for a couple of visions.
Loved his work and worshipped his love,
Stood apart form the crowd to put himself above.
Eliminating the unnecessary was the magic of his sight,
What phone would you be using, if on his was a copyright?
His fame is the consequence of what he always used to say,
Conventional is always preferred, can you think it in a different way?
Got trolled as the company's name was based on the name of a fruit,
However it has been for many decades, digital technology's roots.
He taught us how to follow one's dreams without always being afraid,
Because thousands of supporters stand behind some handful filled with hate.
He taught me to grab the golden opportunity and not regret on the one that drops,
As like him one day, I will be able to say, "Ladies and gentlemen, My name is Steve Jobs!"
Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 6:45 PM UTC
The trolls are funny and have secrets untold
The blood elves well they just get trolled
The taurens are peaceful and kind
The goblins are quite hard to find
The orcs have a mighty roar
The undeads of a thirst for war
These are the Horde we all know and love
The next ones you see beat the ones above
The dwarves are are born to be hunters
The gnomes are sick of the punters
The humans build great cities of gold
The night elf leaders are kind of old
The draenei come from far away
I guess the worgen have to stay
My writing is done and I bid you good day
The end is done I have nothing left to say
Mar 16, 2014
Mar 16, 2014 at 2:18 PM UTC
We never knew it
If you called
the phone was ringing
on a line that led nowhere
The pain didn't shake itself
to frothing fury
We merely spilled
an accidental ant
infestation
Could be ordered
by dripping maple syrup
out of pocket
Certificate On Demand
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Well they are also being trawled
Trolled, rolled, and hashed
Backwards into oblivion
Forwards we march to the void
With no uniform but the one
you made us pay for
With every ability but the one to accept
a bit of discipline
A lashing of the tongue
A rolling of the eyes
These we claim as ekstatic
empyrean
and lofty
Base and
belonging
We have never had much of a chance
or survived
Making time is the one operation that
computers are incapable of doing accurately
The slow movements of tektonik
A bit of spatial dejazz
Combines slyruping away at our self-gnawing
ganymede
Diana
sysysus
There are Bacchantic poems
Earth is playing slower
and heavier with us
Then then there them
We decided deicide was old
hats and new sweaters
path-dependencies
Llavanderias and futbol
gols for 2016
never score again
if winning tastes like the defeat
of all desire
than massage me back into a fashion
I need a sauna
and 3 bathing attendants
The stars need less light from us
and more humble pie
The pour poor por que por que no?
Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 12:25 AM UTC
Yeah you, *******
Woody!
If you're gonna get mad at being trolled,
You troll,
Don't you dare take it out on my pack
See?
Now I'm a "woof *****
I was a Phoenix before,
But reincarnation got the better of me this time round
So!
Allons-y, mofongulu!
In case you don't get that, roughly, that's
Later, mother ******
Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 4:11 AM UTC
I.
I was on 7th Street;
a troop of boys was riding ahead of me, their backs
blazing in light,
small lit men full of air,
their t-shirts billowing behind them
like their swelling lungs,
as though they would restrain
or guide them—
it is the same thing.
At 4 in the afternoon
the sun could collide at just the angle
with the façade of the derelict building beside us,
half a blown-out wing —just
dissolved:
A blind man in sunlight.
Its bewildering joy in that moment,
as it stood in sun, the carved interior of its lungs
gasping in air
was enough to split the heart.
II.
He came back from his brief sojourn
at the institution
slightly derelict, like a rock tossed and left in the sun.
I could see from here
his crystalline lungs expanding
beautiful and raw in the breaking.
He muttered apologies and confessions
too desolate to fully sound them.
Unbelievably whole in body,
his remaining architecure might have stood as
only a testament to past,
a remnant.
You never think you’re going to witness
the ruin of another human being.
Sunlight and chords fractured
in the crystal prism of his lungs
remind you that he was human.
III.
On my desk, a small piece of sea glass
occupies a corner with the shells
that I stole from a beach in Florida,
one of those summers I trolled sand for a single
jewelled semicircle, edges
raised and grainy with the lapping salt:
The carelessly halved base
of something gathered in glassy waves
slowly disintegrating
among my books and shells.
At times, boys up the street ride past
on their bicycles, or pause to carry
small burdens to each other,
their dialects lost on the June air
as I watch from up the street.
They are remnants of me
looking for shells or grasping listlessly
at walls dissolving
in air and sunlight. I try to gather some
of the crystalline fragments in my hands.
In the afternoon,
salt drifting across the table,
I glean a few discordant shards,
charged with surreptitious and bewildering light.
Oct 2, 2011
Oct 2, 2011 at 3:29 PM UTC
I''ll keep this short and brief.
Like Sue, I am being trolled.
I just want to let those who
take the time to leave kind
comments and support, I
am very grateful for all you
have given me here.
Please don't think that I am
the one giving your comments
any thumbs down. On my heart
and everything that I have, I am
not. I value anyone and everyone
who is positive, and that is what
makes you true Kings and Queens
in my eyes.
This will not stop my ink flowing,
on that I promise.
This page has given me so much
and I want to give much love and
light back in return. I just wanted
to clear the air.
Thank you.
Lyn ***
Aug 18, 2018
Aug 18, 2018 at 5:09 PM UTC
It was 64ºf and overcast this morning when Lisa and I started our 5-mile jog to the New Haven Harbor and back. We always start our semesters this way. We’re emotionally ready for fall weather and hopefully, a long and cruel winter.
Sunny, Lisa, Leong and I were starting the morning with breakfast together. We have summer catching up to do.
Of course, Sunny never does the expected. Over a bowl of heart-shaped Cheerios in the cafeteria, she announced that she’s “really going to try this year.”
“That's a choice,” Leong admitted dryly.
“You mean academically?” Lisa asked, for clarification purposes.
“Wait,” Leong updogged, “Did your parents ask for proof that you were here?”
Sunny rolled her eyes, she knew she’d get trolled with a newfangled declaration like that, but she meant it and she wasn’t tempted to elaborate.
“You’re a phoenix, rising from the ashes,” I said encouragingly.
“It’s a 4th in a lifetime opportunity,” Lisa noted.
Handling university academics is largely a structural task.
All it requires is artfully arranging information and slices of time.
“You’ve got this,” I affirmed.
“Let’s not get excited,” Sunny cautioned, “One reason I’m so hot is that I’m emotionally unavailable.”
“It’s your best quality.” Leong observed.
Tick tock, we’re all still unpacking but things are taking shape. Senior year starts in 3 days.
.
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A song for this:
Suddenly I See by KT Tunstall
Don't You Worry 'Bout A Thing by Stevie Wonder
Aug 25, 2024
Aug 25, 2024 at 1:31 PM UTC
one above another
seeking power beyond
Mother, Father, God;
three of a kind
trolled into a full house
to douse the criers with
gaslighting and rhetoric:
"make America hectic";
painting the targets brightly
through the sights of terrorists
sowing blight in the name of
white, white, white
power, money, ***
insecure, bored, loathing--
guns, roaming
thoughts, looming large
online, in hot spots
traffic's booming,
grooming a genocide
that hides in
plain sight
Aug 31, 2019
Aug 31, 2019 at 12:56 AM UTC
I've counted sheep, twisted and rolled
as I lie awake by nature being trolled
Looking for a place where sleep is sold
anything I'd do to slumber in this cold
take me to a place where stories are told
not only to the Young, but also to the old
of fairytales and treasure like ruby and gold
to lure Morpheus out his heavenly fold...
I need a break for this world feels like hell
anybody knows anyone with sleep for sale?
Jun 4, 2019
Jun 4, 2019 at 7:27 PM UTC
*White Oaks display tenuous longevity
Tethered to red dirt , moss populated
living testaments , etched in black decay
like tombstones marking an ending location
What man did fire in anger from this hillside
Fire for daily bread , wracked in hunger , steeped
in the unknown , slighted by his brethren , ill
recompensed , foolhardy leg deep sagebrush
foraging lonely wilderness outposts , a foreign beast
racked with chilblain , feverish at deaths gate
Hickorys cry golden kin in frosted wind , red inquiries
mingled in dark earth decay , vermin infested rot ,
pungent pile reeking recompense , scavenger trolled
dead carpet , crying in fog drenched stupor , collecting
in leaf well , motif sunbeam , signaling the birth of midday
shine neath Maple umbrellas
Beside talking waters , ravenous , diamond temptress , committing Summers deceased corruption to the sea
Mosaic sands , evergreen curiosities , glass creek- boulder
kaleidoscopes , lapping shorelines , mud foaming froth
hiding unknown depth
Laughing , forever cascading artery without mercy
Teeming with pan , bream , perch and sturgeon
Alligator shell scavenger , water moccasin , consumption
Pine labyrinths , sunless Fern gardens , Snake , Dew , Red berry
briarpatch mazes , rolling countryside without fence , encaged in Crescent Moon , lantern fly obscurity with voracious Aedes vampires , humid , blistering night without end* ...
Sep 17, 2016
Sep 17, 2016 at 8:48 PM UTC
*I drew a heavy hit of fruity sweetness
trapped in a familiar spicy bouquet
Trolled guitar strings in search of
something ear worthy
Marveled at the outdoors with
full knowledge of my place within her
taut boundaries
Drew another hit for old friends
Then another for no reason at all*
Apr 16, 2017
Apr 16, 2017 at 3:50 PM UTC
I know you are scared...
You should ask us if we scared too.
I know you are scared
Me too...
I hate the sound of fireworks.
Reminds me all the gun shots near the pier.
She brought a 6 pack of beer to remind me that life ain't fair.
Life was a dream at one point, then I was rick rolled.
Trolled.
By all these producers and all these fake agents.
Wishing to myself hoping that I made it.
Heavily degraded.
Two adjectives to smush in like our lips.
Please lord give me one more wish.
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 2:01 AM UTC
I knew not of the world I was living in,
the existance here, as bleak as the mourning clouds,
Trolled by the heavens, and hell alike,
This living, is worthless
Where once flowed the river
Where once blowed the peaceful air
Is now dead
Not as dead though, as the people living there
So as destiny pours stammers on our way
Let everything be done, as they may
I watch the blunders curl
As I pretend to live in this worthless world!
Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 12:46 PM UTC
exploded,
The white balloon filled with black smoke,
choked,
the little hands that holded,
self-centred,
doctors asked for big dough,
if they wanted to treat their doll,
begged,
The family members for mercy,
joked,
The staff and the medico
knocked,
The doors of society with great hope,
peeped,
The ghastly devils from the key hole,
wanted,
The fresh meal of a soul,
trolled,
The depressed anemic parents,
gazed,
The time was in hurry ,
killed,
The hopes that were free,
drilled,
The heart of young she,
filled,
The eyes with tears,
chilled,
The warm lap of a mother,
grilled,
The love of a father,
burnt,
The two soul alive,
and the devils quickly arrived.
Aug 30, 2019
Aug 30, 2019 at 9:02 AM UTC
You neurotics, projecting your fears…
We have savored the salt of your tears.
Though he fell with a thud,
(yes, the man was a dud)
We still trolled you with Trump for four years.
Sep 28, 2021
Sep 28, 2021 at 6:12 PM UTC
Magic Soldier
Locked up like a criminal
A recluse
A lone straggler
I treat life as an auction. Yes, I’m a Haggler.
I am bankrupt inside
I am a magic man
See me thick skinned
Here is a broken man,,,
Strong enough to make his stand.
Hiding my broken heart with this stubborn pride.
Losing my family
Blamed for other’s financial and heart destruction..
Respect is a luxury
Life is a school. A learning institution
I hardly taste this Caviar
I try and out run my history.
I have traveled with my baggage quite far
A damaged good
Inside and out
Beaten, ***** and emotionally controlled
Another travel to the glamorous neighborhoods.
Those in which I see the inhabitance gawk and
Point in their polished homes.. shocked at this visitor and feeling
“April Fools” Tricked and trolled..
I rose up like the Joker
I’m the crazy man “who just sits there to pout.”
Giving up the future
Half way to an elderly ward
He gets through the thick scenes
In his strength.. spirts used in bouts..
Words cut a man to his bone..
Stitch my heart with sutures
“Make due and mend.”
I am brave and sane
Even though it hurts to see others as one
and I am all alone..
Even when I was stuck in a corner
Drugged in a mental ward.
I look out a window. Tears hitting the pane.
I became the spokesman for strength
Take my words, my hand, and Human value
I refuse to stay
I am far from what these images of my shell appear to you.
Alone without his plan and potential forefilled
Even the Pandemic couldn’t **** me
I manage a miracle and provide some skills
That set my pain free
Even on the wrong chemically induced life path
I dried up and learned
The right ways to be a friend
A rogue soldier
Strength like a tank’s armor..
Dreaming and fighting for the life
In which he has always yearned.
I shall never let myself end this life
Even though moments of hurt cut me like a knife..
without gaining what I deserve
After losing the battle
I’m winning the war
See him stand tall
A tall man matched with challenges
That never to his soul..do they rattle
Steady and viable
Due your worst
As I can fight and dance to this “rock and roll”
Now, see him smile..as his feeling heart
Through his chest..it Starts to burst.
Apr 4, 2021
Apr 4, 2021 at 1:50 AM UTC
Panic attack
Life controlled
Humanity lacked
Evil trolled
Lose ends
Sealed jaws
Life ends
Brutal laws
Guns fired
Aimless shot
Hostage wired
Others fought
Religion begged
Stop killing
Ears packed
Evil spilling
Tv channels
Wave rights
Sitting panels
Look delight
Hopeless motion
Vote casting
Hail caution
Tanks blasting
Watching helpless
Widowed beings
God bless
Forgive thy sins...
©sim
Aug 5, 2017
Aug 5, 2017 at 3:55 AM UTC