"turnabout" poems
Fickle feelings fuel your mind
Leaving you in a state of confusion
Inside you find your heart is blind
Perpetuating another conclusion
Feelings change once again
Leaning toward a different selection
Ongoing turnabout without end
Perpetuating a loss of direction
Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 11:23 AM UTC
comedy
clandestine couples
clamerous cosmetics
coughing guffaws
garrulous giggles
gratefully grinning
grotesque charlatans...
tragedy
torrid transgressions
tornado turnabout
tempestuous tradition
transcendent puberty
punishing parable
poignantly
pointless.
Shakespeare.
wove both into
his weft of
words.
SøułSurvivør
(C) 5/12/2017
May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 11:18 PM UTC
a stumble, a tongue slip,
a body in bed facing away,
an unintended provocation
commences a collaboration
just another unrequited disaster,
marks me as a lowly private
in the disarmed ranks of
mutilated souls composing,
while decomposing,
sad love poems,
as if the world
needed another...
a turn away needs a turn to,
a cul-de-sac rejection
needs a turnabout,
a traffic circle pointless,
with one exit only,
road signed,
"exit to a collaboration of provocation"
thanks and thanks
a day together normative,
now marked by a
stinger singed in the early morn.
a physical no thanks,
her passing lane left turn signal
engaged
me too passing into this,
a disgorged rejection that
is to become this realized collaboration.
*only I wrote it and you
did not
read it
just provoked its creation,
our sad collaboration*
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 7:08 AM UTC
when you
so dear to me
do hurt me
a pinpoint *****
is a razor’s slashing edge
make gashing wounds
and bleeding drains me
bound scars to testify
to the hurt
the doer do magnify
i flee my brittle tiny shell
and don the mask of mirth
but fleeing never find
a chambered nautilus
which i would exchange for mine
a twig is bent
a leaf is fallen
a grain of sand is lost
a page is torn
teardrop falls
a lost one calls
when trust has grown
when choice is blind
when reason cannot reason
a little twist
a careless wink
an unintended turnabout
eats up a painful way
to the heart that loves.
May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 7:51 PM UTC
she was hopping hopscotch with the children in the sunset lawn,
At the dusk her pellucid eyes would glare the intense orange..
She was hopping from one rectangle to another as he was peering love through his eyes,
The sunset veils her shadow:
Her hair vacillating on her chin and his eyes blink on her subtle smile,
She sprawled her legs at the end of the box that is drawn on the land,
She sees the rested stone through the space of her legs,
And her immediate turnabout titillated him,
horripilations tickled his flesh,
Sprawling,spanning and love placating:
Thus Susurrus smile spake to him,
She Shouted a few flying syllables as she picks the stone in the celestial joy,
Subtle zephyr billowing on her confluenced lips,
The evening zephyr as cold as her breath,
He saw her only once,but he remembers every subtle detail infinitesimally..
He only saw her once,but he couldn't forget the voice of her eyes forever...
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 1:00 PM UTC
There was an old legendary myth about a Dear Little Sprout
One who watches over mortals since The Creation up until throughout
Lurking from within numerous gardens as we all turnabout
Protecting those he deems good despite most mortals having such doubt
Dear Little Sprout can tell who's good and evil
Even acknowledging those who he deems neutral
Guiding Good and Punishing Evil as individuals
Giving advice for Neutral and hearing out their personal visual
Little did they know that the Dear Little Sprout has a big secret
One that he considers as the most deepest
That being he's more than just a symbolic fairy tale
But rather he's a Young Nature God with a hopeful prevail
He took the form a green-haired teenage boy
Surrounded by various flowers that's filled with so much joy
Roses, Daisies, Sunflowers, and many more he enjoys
The Dear Little Sprout, Herb, is always seen with such adorable poise
Sweet Little Herb shall spread happiness and love
For the sake of guiding and protecting everyone like a kind dove
Holding the Light of Creation in the form of the flower
With his love from those he's close to fills him with passionate power
Together we bring love like the roses in the garden
As we shine on similar to the daisies that was pardoned
We shall be as strong as the sunflowers from the proverb
The Dear Little Sprout, Our Sweet Little Herb
Aug 29, 2024
Aug 29, 2024 at 8:20 AM UTC
"Tropical sun, you ****** cheat
never expected, you'd behave
like this" in his chair sitting huddled,
driving away cold with every means
at his command,
he murmured to himself,
not bothered about the state of affairs
of anything, big or small,
aren't we all mortals, after all?
What's the point in being anxious
about the state of economy or environment
if you have no interest in this arrangement
beyond certain point,
all one has to worry is about is today
the grey, cold, overcast, hopeless day
that ruins the pleasure one yearns for
weep over the love denied,
that's what this day is fit for.
There is a knock on the door
is it the cold wind throwing twigs
or plain wishful thinking, of a day
when love was in abundance, knocking at door
but it's persistent,who cloud it be
in a cold frozen, godforsaken mean morning
celebrating deserted lovers and loneliness..
He opens the door, a hole in to cold
like a frozen wonder gone astray
in a comely female form past presents
it's her, his uncertain love, once again at her best
and look at her, the special love potion
for the most gloomy day of dejection and self hate.
She hugs him with a mother's warm hold
plants a passion stirring kiss on his cold crusty lips
when the lover in him takes over him with a vengeance
his universe takes a quick turnabout
to love, longing and hope, he resolved to reject
cold sun is no more a disappointment,
just the opposite, sowing new seeds of warmth,
Isn't it then true, what we hear, every now and then
"Woman is the center of man's universe" Amen
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 9:51 AM UTC
Sonnet: “Blessed are the merciful: for they shall obtain mercy.”
That you had been served wrong, there was no doubt,
For all agreed injustice had been done.
You’d suffered that mistreatment one-on-one,
Offenses marring everything throughout
That time, with never sign of turnabout.
Until that day, observed by everyone,
When tables were reversed, positions spun,
When suddenly you had the greater clout.
But when that day arrived, we watched, confused
As you resolved to not retaliate.
Instead you gave forgiveness, mercy too:
A gift from you, absolving the accused.
This kindness shown, your clemency so great,
Invokes now, grace from Heaven, poured on you.
Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 7:14 PM UTC
I remember when I first saw you
in such a state,
shifting with the direction of light,
viola shaped,
the boudoir door slightly ajar.
Rings exchanged,
veil removed,
the bells had chimed for us,
and then for
ships in safe harbor.
The pitter patter of
surf cascading in
from an open window,
otherwise hushed,
turnt and *****
dimples showing
whether you smiled or not.
Turnabout was fair play
--azure hues in moonlit pastel
caressing the folds and ties
around midnight’s chemise
--the lure of velveteen
and vast soft canvas of pearl
--areolae circles and quaint triangles
in the thick of things,
gift-wrapped in elegant fur.
Belle-chose, under
the waxing, waning crescent
of dainty omphalos, yawning in chiaroscuro,
red-faced and piqued,
quite shy coming out of the shadows.
The batting of lashes,
the lingering scent of bouquet
--like the seduction of flute song,
I followed and followed
until thoroughly lost within you.
May 22, 2020
May 22, 2020 at 8:42 AM UTC
My breath contracts as the night begins.
I slide between the stone streets,
Divide through alleys like a wisp of
Faint air drifting through this
Atmosphere.
Break forward.
There is this voracious silence,
Eats all but me and the moon's daunting smile
I smile against the darkness,
Seperate from the night.
Cold air speaks to my throat,
This task will be met
By my transclucent grasp
On reality...
My heart is the anchor that drowns me in ankle deep water.
The shore is so close..
I dare not wade farther into the depths i have already wandered into.
Pull me back to shore.
The turnabout begins now.
I will float on
And this night will remain my home
Yet I will be the streetlights and the promise of dawn
I should let you know
I was not a fool
I was not a muse
I was not a truce
Between the below and above
I imagined myself a djinn
A powerful being,
Being, so many kinds of people.
All their positivity, I drank each with fervour
Every unique trait I had ever come across
Became my own effortlessly.
So cool, so cool, so cool...
And as my mind drifts into a dream light, I wander...
My soul is lost on a shore.
Sunlight streams in and nothing can destroy it
The leaves shake the trees and I am surrounded by bliss.
Emotions were ripped out of me at a young age,
Ones I did not know I could feel!
And yet--This adrenaline--
It provides me with the grip on my calling.
I will live to realize this soul rooted wish.
You will be honoured.
And so I wander into the night.
Day in, day out.
The moon grins with ****** intent,
But I am the streetlights and the promise of dawn.
Oct 16, 2011
Oct 16, 2011 at 1:53 AM UTC
With a landscape that's ever changing
So many different tunes this man has hummed
I juggle life and rearrange it
I am what I have become
If you'll kindly throw me a lifeline
I'll do my best not to drag you in
This thing called life, I should have it down in time
If you'll allow me to begin again
It comes and it goes
It goes and it comes
What it is I held onto once
It goes and it comes
It comes and it goes
What it is that I used to know
This life has become a pass time
That at times I only dream about
If I could I'm sure that I would
Dig out from this mound of doubt
What looks familiar to me now
Tomorrow, the wind of change
A complete 180 turnabout
I can only try and save
It comes and it goes
It goes and it comes
What it is I held onto once
It goes and it comes
It comes and it goes
What it is that I used to know
Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 7:56 AM UTC
It tipped me off to the merry-go-round
under the smiling sun.
The gumdrops stained with honeydews
were taming them for fun.
You quivered under frosted light
just like a Christmas tree,
and twisted in a merry shape
with quiet harmony.
I cannot risk it being known,
however red I bleed,
that standing there before my soul's
exactly what I need.
And so I scribe this turnabout
with flick'ring eyes askew,
As snow falls on my eyelashes
I'm waiting here for you.
May 2, 2013
May 2, 2013 at 4:56 AM UTC
Some say I'm too tough
Hard to comprehend
Hard to deal with
Hard to love
Some say I'm too soft
Easy to push over
Easy to manipulate
Easy to love
It is hard to explain
Easy to cave in
Just shut up
And let the others do their thing.
Think what they want
Do what they want
Hold no one accountable
For their actions.
We all mess up
We all have faults
We all have lives
After All.
But if we hold no one
Especially ourselves
Accountable
For our actions
For our reactions
For our inactions
Then how do we live?
Responsibility is a big word
And a bigger deed.
We are in this life
To learn
And teach
Every moment
Every breath
Every heartbeat.
What we get out of it
Is up to us
Alone
Individually
Subjectively.
We can do no more
Good
In this life
In this world
In this universe
Than to be the best
Student
Teacher
Partner
To everyone around us
Including ourselves
That we can be.
We must not judge
That one person's way
Is better than another
Simply that it is
A different point of view
A different way of living
A different style of loving.
The blind can get along
Without the one-eyed man
And if he thinks himself king
Because of his sight
It will only be until
The novelty of him
Has worn off.
For the blind have
Everything mapped out
Each step counted
Every object
Accounted for and memorized.
Those with sight
Move things around
Step outside the lines
Wonder what is beyond.
We can no more
Cause someone to awaken
Than we can restore
Sight to the blind
Hearing to the deaf
Voice to the mute.
Though we can offer them
New ways to explore
Their world.
Tell our tales
Without expecting
Any of it
To be heard
To be understood
To be believed.
For us to try to understand
Within ourselves
That all find out
Exactly what they need to know
When they need to know it
In ways only they can know it.
And sometimes
We are the messenger
Bearing tidings of great joy.
And sometimes
We are the lunatic
Ranting unheard on the corner.
It doesn't matter what you think
You are
Except to yourself
And you can never
Ever
Make someone see you
Any other way
Than the way that
They do.
Words
Actions
Beliefs
Are up for random
Interpretation.
And if you want to be
Unconditionally accepted
For your unique being
Then it's time to ante up
Folks
Because
Turnabout
Is Definitely
Fair Play.
May 2, 2010
May 2, 2010 at 9:15 PM UTC
Outside looking In
topsy turvey turnabout
must be guilty of some sin
cause once again I'm outside
I'm outside looking in
now you see it now you don't
using slight-of-hand
things change oh so drastically
so hard to understand
peek-a-boo now you're it
must be time to turn and hide
I know there is an explanation
but it tears me up inside
sometimes the sun will shine
but the clouds always return
get so excited when I need my shades
but when will I ever learn
for every moment of sublime bliss
there are a hundred worse
a thousand times a goodbye kiss
it's such an evil curse
no explanation saying why
none is needed I'll take it on the chin
growing colder inside no more tears to cry
I'm outside looking in
Gomer LePoet ....
Oct 31, 2011
Oct 31, 2011 at 5:18 PM UTC
Tenacious! That is a word that describes you.
Ambitious, determined to succeed.
Willing to offer a helping hand
To anybody who is in need.
But be aware: you must determine
What people's needs really are.
Otherwise, your deeds are duds
And despite your efforts, you won't get far.
Wounded pride is harder for you
Than suffering from a broken heart.
And being wrong and being laughed at
Are two things that tear you apart.
You're a natural entertainer--
Sociable, with a good attitude.
You also have a tendency
To become addicted to very rich food.
You help others believe in themselves.
You also inspire the affection of friends.
Confirming your individuality
Can be a good thing; but that depends:
If you turn your ego inward,
You'll make a sudden turnabout.
Then you'll become stubborn and lazy
And try to take the easy way out.
You'll tend to want to have the last word,
To exaggerate, to overreact.
You'll make a mountain out of a molehill
And cause distress from a loss of tact.
Calling attention to yourself,
You will feast on flattery and praise.
So know who you are, and constantly seek
To improve yourself in multiple ways.
Discipline your enthusiasm.
Let your charming nature shine.
Involve yourself, but learn restraint;
Know where to draw the line.
Be a leader--an everyday hero.
Take criticism well.
Enjoy life and all its pleasures,
But heed the inner warning bell.
The Leo person is said to have
A powerful personality
And is very good at turning
Ideas into reality.
So in a nutshell, that's our Leo,
Depending on many factors, of course:
Planets, houses, and rising signs.
The Leo can be a tour de force.
-By Bob B
Jul 20, 2017
Jul 20, 2017 at 10:21 AM UTC
Where have you gone?
You've left me so cold.
I have no one
with which to grow old.
How did it come about
The loneliness I feel?
Where do I turnabout
To make it dust from my heels?
I'm looking for a sign.
I'm looking for an answer.
I feel so confined.
I'm locked behind bars.
The prison has provisions.
The prison has no life.
The prison gives me vision.
The prison has more strife.
I have this feeling of dread.
It's overwhelming me.
It makes me want to be dead.
I'm tired of the things I see.
I'm sick of ********
I'm sick of lies.
I'm tired of hiding
From every eye.
I want to laugh.
I need to cry.
It shouldn't be so hard
To show an emotional side.
Jan 23, 2012
Jan 23, 2012 at 11:41 AM UTC
I went to the john like I usually do
And shortly thereafter my girlfriend went too.
"When you're done put it down!"
She screamed with a frown,
But that seat's never up when she's through.
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 3:54 AM UTC
I am swiss cheese I am somebody who is trying to relocate their shoulders, thrown about in a misty sin of congratulations
I am a sipless vulture attempting to be pure but coming out vinegar
juniper berries and sickly **** of packaged rawhide
inescapable landslide
unexcused, for what its worth
an imaginging roller coaster disaster, so far from my fathers, mad from too much beer and wine
hankered down by mood stabilizing pills
jipless, jockeyed, jiving to bizzare melodies
a sipter esphicator, ready to lunge into the excesses of butter beer
singing jollies with dumbeldore and other queers
misplelled, misplaced, outcast, on the bench with other pupils
and the carnivore sinks its teeth into its kills
shanking and shaking, singing in the bathtub with katy perry
muse the blues with cherub rock, loathing dylan, asking for more cohen
juxtaposed on top of everest and demanding a double feature
dickless angels
turnabout, shout, the end is near, abstract, understand the notion, the fear
and scream helpless hopless empty bottles of beer
nectar and graham the hector, a mellon bunnie with rabbid ears
run for your life! the fires of eternal flowers and bounds of life
seem sophisticated at the time
Turnabout, the beats are out
and the real madness, the real madness, is here
Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 10:33 PM UTC
To do it clearly,
it'd take a book.
I'm not up for that kind of work,
so I'll attempt to cut it short.
You are but a part of a convoluted mix up.
A constant element in a periodic table of personal madness.
An important ingredient in the recipe of death and rebirth.
The other side of a mirror I'd gaze into in order to gauge my self worth.
Too vague.
I'm getting nowhere with this.
Let me try to put it into simpler words:
Identity crisis.
Bad acid trip.
Social experiment gone horribly wrong.
An attempt to live my life in accordance to the lyrics of a song.
180 degree turnabout of my own strengths and flaws.
Less weight for what I felt and more placed in what I saw.
You are just a part of my deepest plunge into what I thought it was to be insane.
This is far from enough,
and it's surely a mess,
but it's so hard to explain.
Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 4:43 AM UTC
You knew her.
You knew him.
They at one time was your closest of friends.
You heard a rumor.
Which they confirmed.
Then instantly you turned upon them your friendship they earned.
Is it the news you learned.
Or you too weak to stand firm?
That once they came out.
You decided to do a turnabout.
If they had stayed in the closet.
Would you be secured?
Remember until they confirmed it.
You just wasn't sure.
What you fear?
Is it your other friends views?
They might decide to turn upon you.
Remember it's a choice we can do.
Don't ever tell someone.
You'll be their through thick and thin.
But select the time to say goodbye.
Does it really matter?
The choice they like.
Remember we still have bigots that don't like blacks to date whites.
And the other way around.
Oct 17, 2012
Oct 17, 2012 at 8:29 PM UTC
It seems like I’ve known you forever
I thought you were the one
We always laughed, we seemed to have fun
I’ve gone through some changes
I’m just not the same
I’m sorry my darling
You are not to blame
I need to end this
Can’t keep playing this game
Waiting for feelings
That will never come again
I must go now
Before I turnabout
I know this is right
There is no doubt
I'll see you my lover
It’s been a hell of a ride
Now I must bid you a tearful goodbye
Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 9:52 AM UTC