"ungraciously" poems
You were dating that girl from heaven
So angelic yet mind so brittle
You took her to better places
And gave her things you couldn’t give me.
She’s polite, all tender hand shakes and smiles
And she’s even nice to me to be on your side
She’s not the stereotype of perfect
Cos she’s got a dark side but it’s worth it
Cos I bet you want to see her naked
And I bet she looks better than me
And if you do something wrong
She’ll never tell you.
Nearly perfect.
So why
You were dating that girl from heaven
You were dating even when you didn’t know it
Your walks were romantic and flirtatious
But oh so gracious
And so ungraciously you fell for her
And bought her better perfume
But I wasn’t in competition
Now I don’t want to be involved -
With a silly girl from such a tragic, lethargic world.
So why
I hope you and your girl from heaven dance in woods
And run on hot coal together
I hope your love isn’t based on words
I hope she offers you things I never knew
And I hope you get her name tattooed
Girl from heaven, thank you.
Mar 3, 2013
Mar 3, 2013 at 5:12 PM UTC
Beneath the weeping Willow tree
There sat a tiddly Monk
And no one knew and no one cared
Just why that Monk got drunk;
But everyday the clock struck twelve
You’d see him sitting there
Chirping cheerful ditties,
In a drunken slur.
Then one young boy, he stopped and asked,
“What troubles you my Lord?”
Ungraciously the monk replied
Or should I say, he roared!
“I have to taste the Holy wine,
It is my job you see.
But I cannot recommend it
Till I’ve tasted two or three,
And sometimes if the wine is corked
It can be five or six
So you see it’s not my fault
That I am in this fix.”
The boy said, “It’s not good my Lord
That a Holy man should be
Inebriated to the hilt
And sat beneath a tree.”
After giving one loud burp
The Monk he sat and cried,
“I’ll try to give it up my son
But many times I’ve tried.”
“The boy said Lord it’s come to me
This sudden blinding flash
My Dad would volunteer I know
But you’d have to pay him cash.”
“Your Dad would do this for me son,
Are you sure he’d volunteer?”
“It’s wine I know, but I think so
Although he’d prefer beer.”
“Is he a man of God?
Is he climbing Jacob’s Ladder?”
The boy said, “I don’t know
But he loves the ‘Bull and Bladder’.”
“Bring him to me soon my son
You’re the answer to my prayers
I thought I was forsaken
But now that someone cares,
I’ll walk the straight and narrow
And really sort my life.
Now what other sins have I?
Oh yes! I shouldn’t have a wife.
Do you think he’ll take her too?
This Father of yours son.”
“Well yes, he’s only human,
When all is said and done.
But that will cost, I’m sure you’ve guessed,
These things they don’t come cheap.
My Dad is sensible I know
And a robbing little creep.”
“That’s it then son. Go forth.” He cried.
“Bring your Father here.
It will be worth it this I know
Even if it costs me dear.”
The boy pushed forth his hand
He expected a large tip
But the Monk pulled out a bottle
And he offered him a sip.
“I’m too young to drink my Lord,
You should be ashamed.
Although I know it is the wine
So you cannot be blamed.
But if you don’t cough up right now
And offer cash to me
You can sit there drunken all your life,
Beneath the Willow tree.”
Dec 4, 2009
Dec 4, 2009 at 9:14 AM UTC
Toes are bronzed
Once they danced
Twirling tips
Winked romance
At one time
Dipped in gold
Prolonged use
Colors old
Now they feel
Stuck like stone
Barren seeds
Pebbles thrown
So they fell
Black swan curse
Ungraciously
For better, worst
The statue broke
Unwanted face
Could not stand tall
Without a base
Jun 1, 2012
Jun 1, 2012 at 8:38 PM UTC
From the first dawn of time
to the last fine dime
from my first bout with pain
till the day I go insane
thought you'd stand by me
definition of loyalty
what I thought to be true
not the same for me as you
the passing days will do
passing plays to make loot
it was never just for me
selflessly to idiocy
all for my...family
now lay waste in misery
how did it come to this
when we started with ignorant bliss
how did I miss all the signs
or were you just always outta line
always did you **** with me
****** me blind to your history
to find out inevitably
that were not meant for me
how ungraciously
you left me to bruise and bleed
In my time of misery
when I was at my greatest need
this is how you slay me
indignant cold shoulder be
how you treat me currently
negativity is your recipe
for disaster how dastardly
you blame me constantly
the lies you spread about me
disbelieve the sanctity
that blind the tendency
that binds our calamity
trigger me please leave me
painlessly to rest in peace
I feel like living needs to cease
see there's nothing left of me
wouldn't you agree?
Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 11:05 PM UTC
i want to write clever and bright
but everything comes out
mundane and boring
and i know my daily grind
may well be a window
into the abstraction of joy for others
but i feel i am writing blind, groping for words
in the hopes that they will be courteous and kind
enough to show their beauty to my walled in mind.
it is in this reality
that the fact most ungraciously to be given prominence
pertains to the phrenic frictive dissadence..
i have been swimming laps in a pool of academic jargonese
and as i breastroke and butterfly through grant after grant appeal,
the reality becomes more and more surreal
as beggars and funds unreel
and dance and swerve and dive and wheel
like birds in enraptured murmuration
causing unceasing surseration,
a whispering mindless meditation
of factsand figures
ad fintum
beating, beating
like a broken drum
bending, bruising
mind and soul
as I swim on
down through the rabbit hole
but soon this madfly mendicant season will be done.
and then my muse may well return.....
and the healing, calming words
will come
if not..
well then, I am undone
Nov 21, 2016
Nov 21, 2016 at 6:46 AM UTC
Don’t say my name.
Your lips don’t deserve the courtesy to
Sit so closely with a part of me,
Because it’s always been too late.
I would have told you that loving you is like
Loving a piece of the sky –
The same piece I loved yesterday is
Nearly impossible to find today.
I’m being interrupted again,
By the flash of your hands,
Too quick.
Of your face,
Breaking even as it smiles,
And I cannot help myself but to
Fall apart as well.
Only after you leave
Am I able to
Sew together the flesh that you so ungraciously
Tore open, once again.
Oct 27, 2011
Oct 27, 2011 at 3:27 PM UTC
Heart of glass and mind of stone
An internal war within my own
But I fall into you, kisses tender
And to my heart I ungraciously surrender
From the moment I read what your sad eyes described
I knew that, with you... my soul identified
The connection between us chokes up the air
And I tried my best to avoid temptations glare
But I gave into you, and I hold no regret
And this craving for you is starting to set
As I traced down your side with deepen desire
You pulled me in close, you’re grip getting tighter.
Now the hands on the clock are moving to fast
Albeit my wishes to make it last
And we continue our path in different directions
But I’ll remember that night in all its perfection.
Now my lips long to touch yours once more
And my skin lusts for you much worse than before.
I don’t know if we’re fated...but see
I wish if we’re not, we pretended to be.
Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 11:16 AM UTC