"unarguable" poems
The curse of a great, well-known or (at least) culturally interesting family.
Heralded at birth to mimic similar (or even, surpassing) social feats of achievement/wealth/renown.
Instead manages to underpasses even mundane non-impressivenesses of second-generation parentals.
I
See them, smirk or folly with time, silently.
....which they seem to quite often.
Biding weekend with multitudes of varying categories of "friends"
and sweethearts who never seem to stick around too long
All aware, of course, of the famous family lineage
Themselves, instead
after lifetimes where first words, senior infants homework,
cheerful accusations of mischief and certificates of age-appropriate health
were lauded as signifiers of a future onslaught of fulfilled capabilities
emerge as providence's lackeys– and meekly, to be
Written out of History
One by One by One.
II
Talent is frequently a despairing life-cycle
for people who witness
and go without.
III
But what price success?
Is it to be counted in public
or left behind in wreaths?
Stern evidence
of favour, fought for and won
or shaky good fortune
One life's profitable fluke
IV
Does the cost of success itself
admit backstories of other kinds of loss
that children
without the chance of ever knowing
or changing their inheritances of fate
are powerless to cease the flow
of their own anonymity
all for the insistences of the unarguable
and for merely treading the average?
Aug 8, 2013
Aug 8, 2013 at 2:15 PM UTC
Tell me why, if
We’re all I
In a Charlie Brown Pumpkin pie
Patch in the sky I
Each a small piece of the pie I
Some a flaming cherry pie
Some a Georgia peach or
Perfect plum pudding pie
Perhaps a strawberry
Sweet potato or crumbled apple pie I
You a poached peach pie
Together-
we’re a mixed metaphor
whatever for
Pie.
All sharing the same awareness
In all fairness
No one can define this thing called awareness.
Is Awareness the isness of you
Is isness the business of God
Is God in the business of defining
A color by number world
Too much blue in the sky pie
A little less green in the scene
please
Could Awareness exist
To let you decide
What kind of I-pie
To die pie
To be a pie guy
Or a gal pie
Or pie gal
Goldie locks or Goldie Hawn
big bad wolf
Or Genghis Khan
Now hear me out
If you were God
What would you do with infinity?
Got it!
Without a doubt
Better bake a pie
This proves God is a woman.
But you already knew that.
My explanation quite reasonable
My logic unarguable
Once again
The proof is in the pudding pie
You should never argue with a woman.
Guy!
But,
God reserves the right
To change her mind
So next time around
She could make a different pie
Bigger pie, better pie
Or perhaps
no pie at all.
She’ll bake a cake.
Or build a boat
For God’s sake.
Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 1:27 PM UTC
It’s an unarguable truth that loneliness is an addiction.
The Devil draws you in until your brain no longer functions,
He’ll pluck through you like petals on a daisy,
Desert you in your bed and leave you feeling crazy.
Words keep coming, silent without end.
Miserable and loathing your new and soulless friend.
Just last year you were jump roping for heart,
The memory of that day leads to a devastating spark.
Deep in your closet lies a rope,
You jump out of bed and jump for hope.
It caresses your neck until your body folds,
Now fleeing from that closet is a beautiful soul
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 12:44 AM UTC
You left me here to decay
I took it the usual way...
broke down with angst and dismay
nevertheless
I've learned the errors of my ways
you taught me great
to never settle for less
or rather
overcompensate
so I'm picking up my life
from the worse of my days
I had forgotten reality
persuaded by your haze
my excuse was that I enjoyed being used
a denial of my faith
you confused my morals
manipulated my nature
made it hard for me to relate
blasted unarguable fate
so while I'm stuck in the present
I am obliged to say
that I have nothing to be sorry over
you were always my priority A
and now I'm reorganizing.
May 21, 2011
May 21, 2011 at 6:32 AM UTC
as I lay down my head
my phone next to me
on the bed
your text
vibrates across the mattress springs
like a technological tinnitus
inside my ear
my consciousness
you want to talk
but not like that
just to make an unarguable point
guilt ridden acronyms
miss-spelt accusations
and inappropriate emojis
convey your emotions
with a twisted sarcastic humour
interlinked with your vent
you know that from the safety of 4G
it aggravates me
I’m bored with it all
too much to even reply
it would make more sense
if you weren’t
abusing me from the spare room
Oct 29, 2021
Oct 29, 2021 at 2:33 PM UTC
I can’t unhinge my jaw
this hot flame I use to thaw
this static welded smile
seems to be worthwhile
a claustrophobic malevolence
an unarguable irrelevance
i wish it were thread instead
the world’s painful decadence
my mouth sewed shut
my heart bleeds fire
a tear of truth
with my valenSMILE.
Feb 15, 2011
Feb 15, 2011 at 10:08 PM UTC
Power-lines pulse over-head
easy streams by our quiet lives
the unarguable benefactors which
caress each man they touch
soldiers waging war on insurgents
with power-lines along the boarder
In this narcotic drip submergence
we lose our peace in the name of order
the egotists shout with their power-line minds
thoughtless words of each and every kind
At the promise of peace, wise men can see
the greatest peace springs from a tap into thee
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 9:13 PM UTC
They all ask,
why so protective?
why so boring?
why can't you accept?
the inevitability of spoil!
My unarguable answer is this,
If ever in your naive life,
you love someone as much as I do,
then you will fight like hell,
to stop they're corruption.
Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 6:09 PM UTC
let me write on joy for once
and not on this pouring, dripping mourning, no, because today
a dawn's sad weeping means nothing to me
but birth and beauty and beginning and the unalterable unarguable blueness
of the sky
for today at least.
Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 6:31 PM UTC
When we were together
There were ballbearings
In our lives and in our poetry
And in mine in latter days
One huge one with
Mass unarguable,
That ball of steel moved
On glistening rails,
No more sped up than slowed,
Proceeding on its way
Towards a life or solution
Beyond our ken
When the ruckus hit
And brown hit fan we might
Yet have overcome as it's a huge ball
Capable of squashing any
**** in our road
Yet you suddenly are gone
And I do not get how
You escaped the bearings path,
It and we were set for good
Yet here you aren't,
You're on a different track
With smaller bearings now
And seem unaware you ever saw
That sweet gleaming steel
That bound us once,
But that is you and you
Are weak while I remain
Ballbearing bound
May 14, 2017
May 14, 2017 at 4:47 PM UTC