"ungratefully" poems
my date with thc,
serendipitous and sublime,
like the first time
curious george killed
the black persian *****
got me sky-hiking
in a cloud of delusion
and creativity,
climbing ladders of abstraction
for nine mystic rungs
from mundane muse,
regrettable
like drunk ***
with an octogenarian
to lucid peaks of eccentricity,
a vaunted house built by
jimi and john,
long gone,
but resurrected
this date
we split a dime
into 3 nickels
and rolled every penny
into a top-5 billboard joint
we sprayed the submarine
purple
with haze
then made the wind cry
mary
as we gazed at two
giraffes making babies
on the serengeti,
laughing hysterically
like schoolgirls watching
riding miss daisy
then the cbd kicked in
and I toodle-ooed
my two
ungratefully dead hippy
stoneheads
and crashed from
the ninth rung of
the last ladder
onto grandma's bed,
clutching the first lines of
my date with thc,
serendipitous
and
sublime...
~ P (#Pablo#hcgktbpp)
(8/12/2013)
Aug 12, 2013
Aug 12, 2013 at 7:51 PM UTC
I must begin with an apology, my friends
That I shed no tears for you when you passed
When I heard the news that you lived no more
That I did not ponder on your existence and ceasing thereof
When I continued with the ritual day to day
For this, I am truly sorry
I must continue with an apology, my friends
That I did not acknowledge the cancer in your bones
When you were still fighting, still breathing
That I put out of my mind even the thought of autocide
When your wife was left widowed, your children fatherless
For this, I am sincerely sorry
I must persist with an apology, my friends
That I did not wish to attend your funerals or memorials
When I was given an invitation and a chance
That I did not comfort the loved ones you left behind
When I dined in your homes with your memories
For this, I am truthfully sorry.
I must push on with an apology, my friends
That even now I cannot grieve for the loss of you
When I sit and write this poem with all left unsaid
That I still cannot bring myself to shed a tear, to weep
When I force myself to dwell on this tragedy
For this, I am earnestly sorry.
I must conclude with an apology, my friends
That I am still inhaling stale air, exhaling my ghost
When you have been torn from your families
That I can still ungratefully demand more than my lot
When your potential was cut down without my caring
For this, I am fervently sorry.
So, so sorry.
And yet I still do not cry.
h.f.m.
May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 4:36 PM UTC
Your weltering words do not interest me
with its lack of true clarity.
Just your tongue
and all the inhuman noise it can make
Oh' schlepped out- sleeping son
you are the ever tediously coveting one
ungratefully burdened by soft sin
as if it does not alter the personality within.
Scrape gingerly the bottom of a bottle,
in despair carelessly compare disease
to your displeased humor, wash logic
along with blood from lacerated hands;
broken bottle pieces rasping like last words
empty of regret- with every sweep.
In blind acceptance with little malice
you slice ties cleanly as memories of allowance
have barely slipped and
menial wage paychecks become the sole script.
Only little things are still swingin'
but no longer with style,
limply dripping you are simply pathetic and
knowing this is the first step toward the corner mart,
wallet in pocket and to- locking all cold thoughts away
but you continuously fail to remember,
total absence is equivalent to suicide.
Feb 7, 2011
Feb 7, 2011 at 6:37 PM UTC
Ungratefully declining,
Throught a hundred ways,
Passing Over a thousand of opportunities
-Trying to Leave Pointless Passion Behind-
The missing-links putting my mind at ease,
Oppening a Ditche in me
The hunch I've been here alreaydy
Still feeling the drudging soul growing
Humanity is Smoldering
The cocoon, still could Hatch
Hitting, After years of wandering
In hazy gream, Miscarrying,
Erring throught Dusty Gloom,
The odd Feeling to Smack a Hatching
Foreboding some Ending
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 10:50 AM UTC
We share a dim squint at eat each other
interrupted, rudely by your phone
I slither my hand down your chest,
rub you til the snooze alarm.
Our legs, once locked together
ungratefully untangle as I roll left
you roll right.
I make tea as you shower.
As you pick the dust from my eyes
and I complain,
the morning's hysteria hits us
and everything's funny.
And you're so beautiful.
Lying back I watch you dress
smoothing down your top,
wriggling into jeans.
When you're done,
I'll pull you back down,
undo all the hard work.
And **** you before you leave.
Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 10:49 AM UTC
I'm jealous of her
Neither because of her appearance,
Nor her materials.
I'm jealous.
Not because of her attitude,
But because she's beside you.
I'm ungratefully jealous.
I can do nothing about it.
This is the first time
That I actually said it.
I'm so ******* done
With this drama.
I just want to tell you
What I really feel.
You made this.
You literally made me.
I just miss you.
I can still imagine you beside me,
Playing a guitar
And the Beatles.
Happy Father's Day
Even though
You forgot
To be one.
Jun 18, 2016
Jun 18, 2016 at 6:02 AM UTC
I won't mind that she was a hypocrite and isn't around anymore
if you don't mind me talking about her every once and a while
i try not to but for some reason she messed me up so ungratefully
in you i won't shake so much i won't be so nervous just kidding
instantly i can't believe that i am able to shake out words so easily
i mean finally. i guess I've known you for a year. this winter tho
is just me getting whoever i have wanted forever and now i am just
in awe that tonight i kissed you i want to keep you, keeping me warm
i won't try or anything , just how this goes and keep talking
in contractions
Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 6:28 AM UTC
This has turned into
a familiar feeling
When my heart once again
is ungratefully yearning
For the expectations I set
which are foolishly turning
Into a fantasy I make
when I'm eternally dreaming
Feb 7, 2016
Feb 7, 2016 at 12:10 PM UTC
There is no single reason why
I shouldn’t be allowed to cry
To weep or mourn or simply grieve
It’s only human, I believe
I know on the outside it might seem
I have it all; I’m living the dream
But there are some holes and cracks in me
Filling up with sadness so rapidly
And you might roll your eyes and say,
“You’ll learn what struggle is one day!
“You’re still so young; you have no right
“To call such ease a strenuous plight.”
Others will sneer and shout at me,
“You’ve lived your life ungratefully!
“You’re given all you want and need
“Why do you still live in evil greed?”
But neither you nor they will know
How much I’m stifled by my own woes
There are some things I cannot buy
Or get no matter how hard I try
For joy and peace, they matter not
Anymore in a world that wrongly taught
Its people that money is worth far more
Than choosing the life that’s rightfully yours
They took my life away from me
I know I can’t escape or flee
So I just nod and accept my fate
To do anything is far too late
Now you know that when I weep
It’s for the life I failed to keep
And death I know is the only way to touch
The freedom and peace I crave so much
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 9:43 AM UTC
i am happy
i am sad
when I'm angry
i am mad
i am lonely
I'm content
I'm a misguided
continent
If I were an island
in the sea
I'd have no reason
to compete
but i am hungry
belly breached
I've had my fill of
what I've seen
I'm outspoken
shy as can be
I've been broken
entirely complete
i am helpful
can't be reached
a subject of
my Majesty
i am bored
excitably
you are what I'm
supposed to read
"i like turtles"
"apparently"
full disclosure of
originality
i am thankful
rude indeed
appreciating
ungratefully
I'm distorted
static free
I'm the poem that
ghostwrote me
Jul 9, 2017
Jul 9, 2017 at 11:04 PM UTC