"unexpectantly" poems
Are you out there?
That perfect someone.
Taller than 5 feet
With your disheveled hair
And your imperfect good looks.
I don't mean you pretty boys
I want the beautiful ones
With all the flaws.
Inside and Out.
I love your flaws
Will you love mine?
Do you feel pain
do you embrace it
and let it wrap around you with familiarity?
Are you open or listen to good music?
An avid country music hater.
You are out there
Perfectly Imperfect Boy.
Where are you?
Because I have yet to find you.
So you can kiss me unexpectantly
and make me laugh.
So you can break my walls
Piece by piece
Till I am nothing left but myself.
Come rescue me
On your black horse
In anyway you desire.
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 7:31 PM UTC
calm the beautiful blue mornings, green calm growing pastures
I meditate passionately viewing, white visions floating on
until some afternoons, on a horizon unexpectantly, out of the prettiest
cyan grows grey storms.
Heat builds, rises rapidly condensing moisture, particles charge,
cyan dims to black; the world arises angrily.
Me and the sun hide hidden, the dark horizon growls. Flashes,
and thunder roils on awakening fears.
When she calms down, I meekly peek again, see a peaceful cloud and cyan
calmness.
Summer calm blue green.
Red blonde clouds blowing free.
Again.
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 7:08 PM UTC
Change can fall upon us gradually like leafs changing colors in the fall.
Other times it hits virtually out of nowhere and unexpectantly like a hurricane.
Sometimes it tosses us to and fro causing us to scramble to get a firmer foothold.
Other times change can appear more subtlely like a warm gentle breeze such as gradually falling in love.
Change can both bring about both fear or anticipation dependent upon our perception of the outcome.
The winds of change will blow that is something over which we have no control it is part of life.
However, change can either strengthen us or weaken us the choice is up to us regarding our attitude and reaction to changes in our lives.
Oct 8, 2016
Oct 8, 2016 at 1:31 PM UTC
I've become so numb
to it all
to everyone and everything
around me.
The fear of walking
over a buzzing city street,
has been replaced
by pure thrill.
Life knocks you,
runs you over,
catches you
unexpectantly.
My biggest fear of
hights.
Falling from miles above,
seems so dull
to the numbness
in me.
Grey clouds,
thunder,
scattered raindrops,
resembles all
I have to offer.
Far beyond my mourning period
and deep inside
this hole.
The loud bangs,
the thoughts deafening.
Grey clouds,
thunder,
scattered drops,
resembles
what i have to offer.
Nothing but numb...
That's all i am.
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 6:37 PM UTC
The fury of time engulfs me
Gazing once more on its unabstracted velocity
Realize that time has no objective or subjective realization
Unexpectantly there is a shift of air that breezes about me
Like cool morning mist I allow it to cover me without expectation
A consequence of exuberation possesses my being
Like that of a vanquished dream
I crave its succulent softness
It surrounds me and hovers
Its pulse evaporating in my mind
Then in ecstatic euphoria pearlesque ribbons hit the wall
Melt on my hand dripping like silken spangles
Filling my room with antiquated resolution
Mar 31, 2012
Mar 31, 2012 at 11:24 AM UTC
One day, when the sound of my cheesy ringtone had awaken me,
I picked it up.
It was who I expected it to be, but at the same time, unexpectantly.
"I want you back, I can't live without happiness. And you give me the happiness that fills the spaces of my life."
Want. All I heard was that word.
That terrible, terrible, word that causes a ton of hectic problems.
From the crack in his voice, to the thoughts in my mind,
I didn't know what to do.
I hung up in disbelief and confusion.
Want, Need, Love, Hate, questions of everything hurts me.
May 30, 2011
May 30, 2011 at 9:23 AM UTC
"Ah, grumpy thumb have you met------?"
He stood aside.
I saw a wave of hair so slight,
black as jet.
Shoulder length
faint apple scent.
Pale blue eyes,
button brows creased mild.
"Hi." A little shy.
Our hands touch.
Her's: soft, warm and dry.
"Hello."
A friendly shake then let go.
A smile, matt salmon-pink lips.
Fine laughter lines.
Genuine.
Host makes a beline.
Feeling a little uneasy, "I'm not good at these things....." indicate with a nod.
Her smile stretches.
Button brows an animated lift.
Stepping closer, "Me neither.
To be honest Grumpy, I'd prefer beer and pizza."
Tingle laughter.
"Me too, but when in Rome!"
I take two champagne flutes off a walking platter.
We clink.
"Shall we?" Slender arm snakes round mine unexpectantly.
Sidestepping the gathered bulk of people we find space.
My eyes trace the small dimples of her cheeks. Nostrils flare, better to remember the bloosm of her hair.
"With all the cackle, I didn't catch your name."
"Oh, it's---------"
The host returns again.
Jul 31, 2016
Jul 31, 2016 at 6:01 PM UTC
The hurricane had blown in
unexpectantly
across our island paradise,
suffice to say,
the next day was one of awe
& serious clean-up.
And in the midst of it all,
anger sprang forth
& the drunks got cut
for stealing,
feeding their hungry faces
with king crab
inside the burned out shack.
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 5:06 AM UTC
Your life is ripe for love, and it shall come
to you so unexpectantly, kissing your
soft lips when you thought you'd never
taste the sensation of passion; love shall
find you and replenish your soul
of all you thought valueless. You are
deserving of late nights diminishing
into rapturous dawns and tomorrows
more sumptuous than todays.
You deserve, and love shall come.
Only dream and believe of better days,
my love. ♥️
Feb 21, 2021
Feb 21, 2021 at 8:54 PM UTC
There was a large
crucifix above your bed.
Your father's idea
to keep you pure
and virginal as a nun.
Dust gathered
on the head and shoulders
of the plaster Christ
and along the plastic crossbeam
wood-like brown.
I gazed out the window
looking across
the cricket field
and tennis courts nearby.
"They've gone out"
you said from the bed.
"What if they return?"
I said
watching a couple
in the tennis court
prepare to play.
"They'be gone to London
to see an opera"
you informed.
I looked at you
lying on your bed
expectantly.
"Don't you feel
like being watched?"
I said nodding
at the crucifix.
You smiled
"Make it more exciting"
you suggested.
I listened out
in case your parents
returned unexpectantly
and your Mafia- looking father
caught us at it
on the very bed
beneath the Crucified.
"You are wasting time"
you moaned
"not often
they are out for the day."
I gazed out the window.
The couple
in the tennis court
had begun to play.
May 16, 2018
May 16, 2018 at 2:45 PM UTC