"undesirably" poems
Once upon a time
in the Great Hall
of the Metropolitan Museum,
my woman wan~pale,
doozy, woozy, about to grace
the floor marble, with an
undesirably inelegant fall.
Steadied her, a quick diagnose,
Low Blood Sugar + Dehydration,
her condition I pronounced.
The antidote in my possession!
From my pocket left,
withdrew my emergency tangerine.
She looked, quizzically, upon me,
even a bit weirdly,
marveling and marvelous,
as I fed her bite-sized orange curvatures.
*Who walks around with a
tangerine in their coat pocket?*
I replied, doesn't everyone?
besides, that juicy tangerine looked
mighty good, so I took from
pocket right, another one,
laughingly, which we shared.
Henceforth she has called me,
a partial mocking homage to a former actor,
who should have stayed that way,
the one who was thinking you can always start over,
The Anticipator.
If you ask me what is the secret
to keeping love alive, my answer permanent.
Get thee a coat of many pockets,
like the one Joseph had,
fill them up with with the things
that will shelter her from the storm...^
No longer the season of the tangerine,
In my pocket in the fall,
a Fuji apple and a box of
raisin~poems
Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 2:54 AM UTC
im am now undesirably happy
I was once desirably unhappy
but with sadness came comfort
self pity became my favorite sweater
and now overzealous joy is the cardigan I thought I would never wear
in the back of my closet, where I wish it would have stayed
change came in every season
winter was now spring
how I longed for the snow
underneath my sorrow was ability
ability to understand
now understanding slowly slipped
from my finger tips
so do not gaze at me with a confused and disapproving glare
while you sip from your every morning coffee
containing precisely three sugars
and two creams
Oct 31, 2015
Oct 31, 2015 at 12:46 PM UTC
i speak to the night and she always speaks back
lending me whispers and words to rend my weaving thoughts
in that moment between dreaming and sleep;
the one that lasts a life age
near the precipice, the one that undesirably breaks you free
ever so slightly
and then suddenly (maybe)
rips you away from the world that melds the real
and unreal
the true and the false
the dream and those harsh undreamt realities
that exist in all times, but never seem real when you’re free of their clutches.
we are one, we are all connected
our synapses are linked, our electrons shared,
our every thought a memory,
shooting through space like lightning
and written in the stars on our darkest of days
Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 9:43 AM UTC
a ghostly truck wanders street to street
ringing the silent bell in your head
with no dream
no sense of wonder
but a feeling
the alarm goes off
no recollection of the mystical truck
but a feeling
no receipt
no notice
but a feeling
the day goes on
you holding the package you undesirably wanted
no way of returning
the sun falls
while the soft moon yawns its' way to play
the bed soft
the eyes close
a ghostly truck wanders street to street...
Dec 5, 2011
Dec 5, 2011 at 8:44 PM UTC
In a fourth grader's bed there are rats eating at her mattress stuffing,
Stealing for her own young.
They nip at her toes while she finishes her math homework.
She always is hungry
Because at night the vermon crawl down windpipe to steal mother's cooking.
Mother is forced to throw away the mattress like a forgotten sock,
But fourth grader still wakes up sick from churning bile
In an empty stomach,
Because Mother was just fired from gas station #12.
Fourth grader has forgotten the feeling of warm toes, comfortable back, and being undesirably full.
Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 8:21 PM UTC
To see another sky, another river, I
wanted to be as free as you always say that I am.
When just yesterday, a
letter stole my speech, a whisp
of the person I was moments before-- one full of
promise and expectation. I was now a
passenger whose flight was delayed. A woman
undesirably caught
between hometown comfort, and hometown purgatory in
which I couldn’t locate Hope, until you, and a
faint voice within, whispered that dreams grow with a gust,
strengthened by adversity. Of
course, the wind
still disheveled my hair, and stripped away at walls that I
built up, tactfully, for rejection. But this too will disappear,
with a greater gust, bellowing high above me, like
A robust cloud of thickening smoke.
Anna Blake
The Golden Shovel Reference
“I Try”
By the Staves
“I am a whisp of a woman, caught in a gust of wind, I disappear like smoke.”
Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 12:00 PM UTC
Stuck in a time after me,
and I haven't even been there yet.
A cloudy future seed
turning into a net.
Could that girl be me? -
after all of the tears and sweat..
To fall or be caught,
but never to surrender.
I hide to be sought -
undesirably tender.
The clock is ticking
but I'm still here.
Never a 20th century gem;
Never a tad more bruised;
Never a broken limb;
Just a young girl;
Just a 1990 time traveler -
stuck in space.
She leaves alone
without a trace.
Coming back broken-like,
being somewhere unbelonged;
maybe she is chosen-like:
She'll dance in the psych
of it all,
like it's just some kind of song.
Apr 26, 2013
Apr 26, 2013 at 1:08 AM UTC
fiery hot flames
ascending up my body undesirably
until they reach my face
and burning;
they give me away
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 2:03 AM UTC
I am living with Nobody.
I talk to him,
I eat dinner with him,
I share thoughts with him,
I sleep with him.
But tonight was different,
I slept with Pillows.
The undesirably lonesome feeling,
That haunted me since then.
It stayed with me in agony,
Mourning for consort.
I slept with tears drying,
And my beloved Pillows,
All drenched.
I am filmy glad,
To be in love with Nobody.
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 9:53 AM UTC
What is this mania of over the top
self-absorption that appears to be
running amok, this social dementia
annoying egotism, where it seems
everyone is constantly posing and
publicly auditioning for attention.
Cellphones and Social media two
of the abetting culprits, deluding
the populace that constant selfies
a star does make. Get a blog, be a
celebrity, go on TV? Self-promotion
and crass Exhibitionism has become
a vexing preoccupation. Striving for
LIKES and Followers sending and
Trending, seeking the adulations of
strangers out in the cloud that they
will never actually meet.
What happened to modesty, or
self-restraint? Have we all lost
our minds? When did being an
average normal well-adjusted
human become not enough.
When did humility become
undesirably passe? Are we all
truly that insecure?
May 21, 2024
May 21, 2024 at 4:35 PM UTC
Death...
It is the one certainty in life.
As soon as your born it lurks in the shadows.
It has no conscious so its emotionally shallow.
Whether young or old it will undesirably come one day.
To take loved ones, friends and strangers away.
It promises for sickness or health, for better or worse.
Its mankind's only unescapable curse.
Whether rich or poor theres no negotiating.
Its coming for you, without any debating.
It encompasses us all, has us waiting in fear.
Because you never know the day or time it will be here.
For many they never see it coming.
Others see it, because theres no need for running.
Older than us all but has no end to itself.
Possibly lurking at your door depending on the cards you're dealt.
One second you're feeling fine, enjoying life with no worries, symptoms or shortness of breath.
Then unexpectedly you get a tap at your shoulder, turn around, and its death.
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 1:18 AM UTC