"unmentionables" poems
You came to me many times
In distress and in shambles
I held you close and gave comfort
I let you sadly ramble
I was there for you
In loneliness, grief, and success
You were there for me as well
When life gave me the hardest test
But what I could not see
You hid behind a veil
It distorted what I saw
It corrupted that which I felt
This veil of sorts
I would call it a mask
Allowed you to take things from me
As you creaked in from the back
You snuck up behind me
You defiled what I confided
It wasn't my friendship you were after
It was the one that betrayed me in which you were guided
This mask it so blocked
That which I could not see
Your eyes of deceit
And your face as it gleamed
For the one that was not
For the one that was coarse
It gleamed for the one
That one to whom you showed remorse
Of all the time we spent
Bonding and growing
It is with her now
Her now with which you are moaning
In the bed which her and I shared
Many a heated and passionate night
To where my unmentionables were stored
In her body so tight
Live your life with one eye
As it looks out far and beyond
For it is I that will be creaking
Creaking up behind you one morn.
Oct 5, 2012
Oct 5, 2012 at 6:02 AM UTC
What filth
from such a sweet girl
not sweet
never was
just too lazy to speak truths
apathy breeds misconceptions
those who care may not share
no, not an innocent doe
I'd hit that 'til the sun comes up
and some
and one
slam dunk in the face of foes
don't suppose
you expected much from the quiet kind of gal,
just a smile now and then
blush at the mention of unmentionables
*****
I'd make your skin crawl right off
tell some deep dark secrets
thoughts of the perverted
it's all a ****** rodeo
if red is the seductive, the loss of purity
I'm blood on sheets
forming words that should never be strung together
but forever and ever
masquerading as nonthreatening
begging for a chase
to hunt and be challenged
shown the world from the truest source of understanding.
Aug 4, 2012
Aug 4, 2012 at 10:03 PM UTC
Fandango cartography
Dance of our lives
Verbarxenelasia breast but not thigh
Ruricolist unmentionables off to the side
Blowlamp irradiance, pistil niche guide
Sacerdotal ceremony the cloven hoof of ******* saints
Intrinsic allegory to despoil trust and heart deflate
Inaudible uproarious potvaliant jingoism schism
Suppurateing deep held fears ungrounded sparks annihilate
Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 8:25 PM UTC
Sarah Wilson's blouses
and unmentionables
hang one-hundred feet
above the vacant stomachs of strays
who sniff suspicious puddles
of dumpster runoff
and rainwater
little broken suns
drip down brick mountains
beneath condemned fire escapes
Mar 13, 2013
Mar 13, 2013 at 10:41 PM UTC
1. If you aren't moving your hands while telling a story, it's a boring ******* story. Add in something to make it exciting, like a chance encounter with a tiger. So what if no one believes that tigers walk down 5th avenue, at least your story doesn't **** any more. You know whose story ***** now? That ******* who doesn't believe a tiger can make it in the big city.
2. Make bad mistakes every once in awhile. How will you know that you don't want to be part of a Colombian Drug Cartel unless you try it out for a few weeks? Who knows, maybe you'll find out it's your true calling. Maybe you'll stage a coup, take over the whole thing and get the hot girl in the red dress. But no, you're sitting at your computer reading this. My point is, drugs are bad ok?
3. Don't be that guy who thinks he's better than everyone else because he always "does the right thing". You know why he's never made a mistake? Because he doesn't have a real life. His life is as real as a Ken Doll's unmentionables. Yeah it's all smooth and shiny, but he can't have any fun with it. What's the point of having a life that can't be potentially ruined by terrible decisions?
4. Take chances. and I don't mean by putting "Piccolo Pete's Face Burning Tabasco" on your hotdog. I mean walk up to the next girl you see and give her a passionate kiss the likes of which she hasn't had since 3 days ago when she drunkenly made out with some random dude at a bar. Yeah, you may feel like you've just been kneed in the groin and/or maced multiple times in the eye...but you know what? You just made out with a beautiful woman, and you've got a good lawyer.
5. Don't take advice from people you don't know. Especially some random person on the internet, those people are just shady.
Jun 6, 2012
Jun 6, 2012 at 8:02 PM UTC
In the caste of what the fir trees denoted what should be or what should not be,
I clasped the fig twigs and watched them split as if to say that all must come to an end.
And in the end, who can the charred leaves blame if there should be tire rods and hubcaps strewn
across the forest's floor?
After totaling the costs of what should not be,
the last mast of yesterday's trade boat could skiff along the shore,
with flag flailing like the playground children's hands.
Irrationality piquing: birds dip and dive like a boxer's fists made of shadow
from one powerline to the next.
Training for the changing, biting winds, watching the unconscious cars staring.
And the skiff oozing through the unmentionables littered in the creek : what will
become of him?
Lodged in stale, fossil bones -- floundered between the swingset and the droning, dusty traffic at 3 a.m.
Metamorphic scarabs stolen from the gusts and pants of too much play.
Basketballs stained with carrion, precarious gusto in the wake of money suckling and ripping alongside
the skiff.
Cross here with two pennies.
Goaded by the solitary abandonment of the 1930's, the used condom's mouth gaping open like hungry carp, dusty trails of light from the past lamplight hanging in the air
Birds measured up along the powerlines, moving mindlessly along with the flock
Bird drones, feathery spines
Birds perched along the playground.
Bird play so far as to say
does this not look familiar?
Bobbing, weaving, slathered in cadence and involuntary muscle jerks.
First we were here
Then we were not.
Jan 14, 2013
Jan 14, 2013 at 8:33 PM UTC
Sitting in the aftermath
Of shattered dreams on broken skin
Left to wonder how
Realizing we are all capable of unmentionables
Steeped in regret
Begging forgiveness
Accidents are accidents
Still, there is no forgiveness
Self-affirming the negative
Unintended consequences
Alter perceptions
Who are these people
Who, then, have I become
Though, that who feels more like a what
And the demons laugh
As they frolic in the real world
Let them run free
Let them dance
Who I was
Will hide in their dungeon
For it is safer in there than out here
Yes, it is much safer
And there is no one
To say differently
Punish the guilty
Punish the guilty
Punish the guilty
Who needs proof
What is proof
It was only an accident
Unintentional circumstances
Affirm nightmares
No one will find me in here
Safe in the lair of the beasts who bore me
Alone inside my head
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 11:53 AM UTC
My neighbor and I still hang out our wash,
(I, each Thursday, taking my chances.
She, according to weather forecasts, I think,
or maybe by what she feels in her bones).
We laugh at StarTribune's report of some suburban bans
against clotheslines.
We wonder out loud whose tomatoes will first turn red,
and whether cucumbers will make it at all;
this year, it's been too cool and dry
for normal progress to the fall.
Tenacious dandelions, spread as stars across green-earth skies,
drive in spike-like roots, take hold of earth, and won't let go.
Kids squeeze bunches of stems in tight fists
that will open only to release the buttery bouquet to Mom
who hurries to put them in water, in a crystal vase,
wondering how soon she might mourn both flower and child.
While hanging bright, white unmentionables (some somewhat tattered)
on our clothesline, I, unembarrassed, remember my mother:
with one clothespin held in her mouth
and half a dozen more in her apron pocket,
(thus needing not to walk over and over again
the east-west path to the back door
where full supply of pins hangs on the ****
she does her woman's task with flair,
spacing each garment so as not to block the sun or air.
You'd think she'd held some tool to calculate
where the sheet would best allow the breeze to circulate
or where to place each pillow case and sock,
so each would recognize and meet their mates!
And I know she theorized regarding how to hang those socks,
always with the toe pointed upward, so as not to show,
when dried and worn, a crease or ever-so-slight evidence
of the pin's pressure displayed for all to see
on the exposed ankle,
as if that might be a matter
worthy of shame.
Jan 7, 2012
Jan 7, 2012 at 5:03 PM UTC
stuff with
me drawer
underwear all
your unmentionables
into your
Jan 14, 2013
Jan 14, 2013 at 11:02 PM UTC
it is easy to kiss a boys lips as his hand slides up your leg
to play along letting the infatuation of the moment
control you like a puppet tied to strings
because ******* means nothing, its like breathing
or sleeping
it comes naturally
that is the easy part
human connection, being with someone
despite how many hours grace the day
or how many miles cut between
emotional connection means they are there
no matter what
not just their unmentionables
indulged in your body
the hard part is holding hands
or sipping coffee, puffing a cigarette
in 5 degree weather, just to be together
relationships, romantic or not
require more than just physical elements
and you ask me why i am already okay
it's like you expect me to miss you
my respect for you has begun to decay
but can we still *****
Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 10:06 PM UTC
I am not interested in you view on life
Sure I was once upon a time
But it has been to clear for to long
The un-Godly time unmentionable
that you and I have blasphemed together
Sure you say you have yours and on the other side
You are a babe again
Then, well so what
what am I
here now
thee unmentionable time
where the dead prescriptions
are busy being written
as stories
for grave stones
where you have a world
for babes
that are better not born in
not your own
no one
thee unmentionables ours
or who'd dare claim them
Tell me something new
for my own sake
the children's
or from yourself
and I am ears
I am heart
Love
forgiveness
Yes **** it
I could be interested!!
Not in iced over cakes
that have their day
and nonsense
and spend eternity as
death
and decay
Or non-nonsensical romantic fairy tales
I'd dare not tell the precious young
Where sugar and spice is only nice
And the end is already written
in the beginning
I guess so sadly to say
we are so beyond that
but for differing reason
Mine is already stated
Yours is self pity and hell's
fury and justifications
Tell me
Show me
Something NEW!!!
Aug 15, 2012
Aug 15, 2012 at 12:44 PM UTC
quietly, in the mornings
with only your fingers
shades tilted in, the lapis
dawn that barely makes
it through, door ajar
studied, an open book quiz
unmentionables, spoken in
water drops
melted butter
shower steam
vanilla
milk
cinnamon.
before the sun
before breakfast
before the earth opens up like it does
take it with a grain of salt, with an ounce of optimism
the glass ain't even here, we have lakes
we have amber canopies, other hands that shield
lovers that reach for us mid-dream, us
they reach for us in sleep induced affection,
they may as well be reaching across continents
who knows how far away they dream,
fingers sliding across cello strings
they make beautiful music while
they are here, traveling limbos to find us
but we're here in the morning, in the quiet morning.
how to eat honeycomb.
Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 10:54 PM UTC
Journal 12
My briefs were frozen because I put them in the freezer. I thought that freezing my unmentionables would make me a stronger person. I was alarmed by how ******* small my genitalia shrunk. Wow. My briefs were so ********* cold. Cause they were frozen. Holy **** I walked outside in these briefs and wondered if I had remembered my lunch box. Holy **** There was an egg salad sandwich in that lunch box.
***I ran frantically across the road back to my house, but a car ran me over. My skull had been concussed and decapitated on the windshield of that ******* car. Man. I wish I had worn those bunny slippers, because those were my lucky bunny slippers.***
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 1:18 AM UTC
in these days of sheltering on the isle-of-isolactation,
a place amazingly located just ‘bout everywhere,
staying occupado is muy importanto
taught myself Latvian, can identify a thousand Avian,
can vacuum the house in ten minutes flat,
can count my steps mentally walking from the bed
to the kitchen and on the way back again, detour via the den
when I get really bored, sneak away to grab the laundry
from the dryer, I’m on fire, desirous of my sanity, fold them twice,
so they’ll be enough nice to meet her exacting standards,
going directly into her highest level, Type A, storage drawers
but hit a snag, on certain articles of activewear, not to mention
you know, the unmentionables, which don’t present corners or angles
to lend novice folders directional cues, cannot even determine
which is inside out, or outside out, with too many bedeviling straps
too proud to ask for directions, after all I am a grown man,
checked youtube buddy, they had no clue, unless it was a tutorial
on how to remove them bodices from them body, which I will,
study later...but I winged it except for those couple of items
which I hid under her too many bed pillows!
Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 5:54 PM UTC
they say they can do heads in
whatever that means only them knows
they say they can alter personalities
i say i have already altered your personalities
made y'all obsessives I'm jumping in your minds
y'all think you've got snowflakes like ya'll
swing from rope, male suicide is the largest killer in ya land
they can't handle pressure, no spine mommy's boys
my mate, my mate its all about ganging up,
alone, they disintegrate and panic, they are made weak
they talk of love yet they're plastic superficiality
will do anything to belong, can't abide themselves
cause it's all empty air and bravado
all semblance no substance, they use money to buy love
money gone love disappears cause they keep nothing real
they are incapable of truth, snipers, back-biters inveterate gossips
pretenders and actors always scared of realities and the truth
cannot deal face to face because they know not how to relate
follow the crowd, do as others do, we are all equals
EQUALS, my ****
what makes you think I am like you, spineless inadequates
unequipped, un-prepared indulgent saps of nanny county
We love our moms, yes she cooks, clean, tidy and even ***** you
And these are the ones that wanna do heads in, alter personalities
NO we are not all the same
you are dross
I am quality
AS you were, park lifers, go sup another pint...
Jul 16, 2019
Jul 16, 2019 at 4:10 PM UTC
I'm grieving your loss
I'm mourning your choice
I'm hurting for you in my arms
But not in my heart
My heart has found spring
And is waiting for me
To catch up
I know me too well
Your comfort distracts me
I seek it to see me
Less clearly
Your hands pull me in
To embrace
And invisible tears soak my cheeks
If I love you was never an option
Then how is goodbye?
Feeling clever and calm
I breathe in
Easily
And until you next greet me
I'll know
What I know
Hello
I love you
Goodbye
And then.......
An arrival distracts me
Dances in my mind
118 118
Gets my number
Got my attention
Into a spin
Along with my legs
Let's get along
Get to know
Get out of this place
And into our space
Impatient
Channelling energy
Into unmentionables
Choosing to focus on not-you
Attached to detachment
Amassing beliefs
Between birthdays
I believe
In that
Which I know not
The latest learning
To linger on my lips
In my head
As the music rises
I slip out of the room
And into a quiet
Reflection
I have high hopes
For you
And I
I am high
With hope
And believing
Goodbye
I love you
Hello
Nov 15, 2012
Nov 15, 2012 at 12:43 PM UTC
As predicted we parted ways
The crossroads were inevitable
A destiny our friendship could not escape
Equipped with this knowledge still couldn't prepare me for the break
It broke my heart to admit those unmentionables
We had become different people
wanting different things from life
No longer could we stand beside each other in happiness
Every encounter turned from joy to distaste
We made promises at every turn
Knowing full well
we would never keep them
Time pulled us away from each others love
Erasing slowly our shared past
It was a slow yet silent end
The final seal set in place with
the official end of college frivolity
I don't hate you for this end
We both were equally responsible for it
Yet my regrets seem stronger than your own emotions
For I have loved you for many a day
And this was not what I dreamed of
A future without your bright presence in it
With the end of my college years
I close this chapter of you
Your stay was shorter than I wished it to be
But the experience
was nothing short of beauty
Filled with love, happiness and
a lot of arguments
Not to mention beers
Carlsberg white elephant in Cafe New York shall not be forgotten
I wish you all the happiness in the world
You are a bright light that I hope
is never extinguished
There are soo many people I may never meet, hug, love and kiss
But I am so glad I could do it all with you
Even for the shortest time
Its memories shall not be forgotten
with yesterday's half eaten sandwich
But shall burn brightly in my heart
for all days to come.
May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 5:22 AM UTC
man cave versus she-sheds.
A man I know, finished his basement,
a skilled builder, he built it himself and
installed the masculine items prerequisite,
recliner and pool table, refridgerated mugs etcetera.
When asked how
he was enjoying
his privy isle
he replied, it’s ok,
but haven’t been down
there much lately,
seeing as the pool table
is used primarily
for folding laundry,
and the recliner
reserved for her
unmentionables.
he has
shed his man-cave secondarily to
she that rules,
Cardi-be-Cleopatra,
she rules, the empire,
now it’s her she-shed,
he openly cried
real manly tears
to me, fellow member
of hu-man-unkind.
one more,
just another
finished man,
a home & cave-less
bro…
Jul 24, 2023
Jul 24, 2023 at 7:27 AM UTC
.
We don’t look like they do,
graphic replicas of a life in tatters,
drifting on lonesome clouds
Dove’s wing spread
capturing the wind,
waving goodbye to an existence
that dreams in black and white,
fashioning commercials
like chip and salsa dispensers
Camouflaged by sadness,
greens and browns woven in corduroy overalls
Contemplating the loss
before the beginning creates a title
and words have only meaning
for other who chose to read
and believe that each day
is a jewel in the crown of the month
Floating on seas of discontent
even though heart shaped sails
reflect on horizons
much closer than they appear
but still so far away
that silhouettes resemble unmentionables
as others keep a watchful eye
for anything that even seems
like a tide fueled rumor,
just because they can
Still, we don’t look like they do,
maybe because our visions come through
a brilliant sunrise and we realize
we do need somebody
and we won’t hesitate to cherish,
quietly of course,
those who come to touch us
in the wake of our dreams,
hiding in plain sight,
disguised as no one
in particular
Sep 19, 2016
Sep 19, 2016 at 5:16 PM UTC
Love has a Southern flavor: honeydew,
ripe cantaloupe, the honeysuckle’s spout
we tilt to basking faces to breathe out
the ordinary, and inhale perfume ...
Love’s Dixieland-rambunctious: tangled vines,
wild clematis, the gold-brocaded leaves
that will not keep their order in the trees,
unmentionables that peek from dancing lines ...
Love cannot be contained, like Southern nights:
the constellations’ dying mysteries,
the fireflies that hum to light, each tree’s
resplendent autumn cape, a genteel sight ...
Love also is as wild, as sprawling-sweet,
as decadent as the wet leaves at our feet.
"Love Has a Southern Flavor" has been published by The Lyric, Contemporary Sonnet, The Eclectic Muse, Better Than Starbucks, The Chained Muse, Setu (India), Victorian Violet Press and Trinacria
Feb 23, 2020
Feb 23, 2020 at 12:44 AM UTC
disconnect melded with malcontent
strewed through common intents
durable perishables
in spite of unmentionables
see if they care
to see if you care
if nothing else
at least you know the least
of the beast
in the shadow
of the teeth
the worst is seen
and never felt
and if it was
would you know it
when it happened?
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 2:14 PM UTC
Let's paint with broad brush strokes
from centuries of blood,
ye fair permeable maidens:
Once upon a summer's eve,
menotoxins killed crops and wilted spring flowers.
Pandora's box, opening to such bad reviews,
closed down and fled to a monastery,
where she wrote scarlet letters to family back home.
Vallopes of black holland cloth, intrusive
but necessary little bedfellows fit for a queen.
Don't keep us in suspense,
your fancy royal harness,
guards are posted at either side, hooked & girdled.
Take Communion some other day,
Elizabethan petticoat.
History tells of the strangest restraining order:
Hippocrates threw his two cents into the fountain,
banning bleeders from nearing the wishing well.
Hey, Father of Medicine,
our hallowed moon lures the currents,
driving us all a little mad on some enchanted evening,
not just the lassies.
The foil of every fable
rests in the absurdity of its fate,
so often presumed upon the faint of heart:
A damsel in distress,
who must be saved from herself.
The nonsense of which then seeps into the pores
of reality, rousing fear in certain unmentionables
that just might one day incite anarchy,
tipping our planet over on its side
and away we fly.
Ignorance wears rose-colored glasses.
It's high time he got his eyes checked.
Nov 1, 2019
Nov 1, 2019 at 2:39 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
My type of lady,
Makes pancakes in the morning,
Even perfect people make mistakes,
Kisses on your neck, to make you *****
Just a temporary fix,
To get you loving me more,
If my last didn't care about me,
Its you that I adore,
Neck bites,
Soft kisses on shoulder blades,
Cut me deep,
And I go deep and that's a promise baby,
Now scream,
Your so sweet and edible,
Sheets are messy,
With our unmentionables.
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 12:01 PM UTC
Went off with an alien, with his gigantic probe, he prodded.
In and out of of everywhere, tickled her ears and stroked her hair.
He wasn't bad looking, neither here nor there.
Wanted to check her sensitivity, said he.
He graduated with an honours degree.
He made the human inside her, ripple and shiver and shake.
Nearly made a huge earthquake.
Maybe even a river.
"Keep your helmets on chaps", he said with a glint in his eyes, all three of
them.
The naughty little earth girl said "one at at a time please," as she squeezed her unmentionables so very tight.
She wanted to sleep just a little that night.
He had a large horn on the front of his head, as banged her hard down onto the bed.
He used it unexpectedly, so from his shackles she broke.
Her ripples and trickles and body he took,
Made her heart beat fast as her body it shook.
Woke up in a puddle, her bed rather wet, whatever had happened had
sure made her sweat.
(C) Livvi
Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 11:54 AM UTC
Her shaken hands, moist with rain water,
Trickling from the strands of hair
hung over her face.
Covering the entrance to her soul.
Her eyes.
Glistening,
Ridden with thoughts of harm and stress.
Her thighs, tattooed with blue bruises
From last weeks encounter
With the devil of her universe.
Her jumper barely covers her unmentionables.
The folds in the wool,
Like waves of controlled anger.
She’s searching.
Searching for a place to hang up
Her insecurities,
A coat hook just won’t do the job.
Never has anybody seen
Such a shell of a person.
With each client,
With each sickening kiss,
With each slap,
She loses another part of herself
It won’t be long before she’s face to face
With a demon,
Strong enough to crush that shell.
You figure it out.
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 9:56 AM UTC