"unrepentantly" poems
Alcohol you little devil
My BFF
You did it again
Snook up on me from across the room and flirted,
Unrepentantly
Woooooo! I ****** love you!
Love your pints, your halves, your cocktails,
I crave your sweet wine breath on mine,
I love, love, love you!
My mind is hazy, crazy!
We dance
*** Karaoke!
The special kebab with chilli sauce.
Haha, stumbling, falling into the taxi
Then...
I wake and you are gone and your taste is all that remains,
oh and the stains
On my blouse
and I wake beside another all too familiar friend
“Hangover from hell”
He laughs at me
OH JESUS! PLEASE STOP!
My head bangs from his taunts
I need paracetamol,
Coffee, double espresso
Kickstart me , reanimate me!
I wind my way to work looking like a car wreck
Just want this day to end...
But you have me, Alcohol you devil
My BFF
Will I see you tonight?
Same time, same place?
I’ll be there
Yeay!
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 8:17 AM UTC
The Daily Prayer The Daily Prayer
AUG 2010 OCT 2017
Be forever young 'n humble; seven yearlings of plenty famine;
Feel ancient and royal; youthful graybeard commoner now,
Ride tall in the saddle; old hoary, crooked headed ancien
Do something nifty; content to just, just walk crookedly
Take someone's hand if they permit, for hands gnarled,
Unexpectedly: roughened and time toughened,
Drive home in the slow lane; only the city bus, now bows, kneels,
Do the de minims; how has the minimalist become
Do the de maximis; the max, the best old-dog-in-show?
Leave a book on a park bench; forgetfulness, unintended bonuses,
Use pen n paper, write a letter; the fingers shaky press cell button,
Take a chance, make people laugh; your appearance quite the joke,
Barrel into contention; a barrel casket, half your wardrobe
Show mercy to the confused, no arrogance, have mercy upon poets,
Show anger to the abusers. for they fear voices calling out, account!
Bless a child with both hands; now take their blessings returned
Grasp your soul; throw it down, others sidle, it's our time, now,
Then raise a child to the sky. to raise you up father of fathers
Straight up, straighten your time bents, curves,
Build a continuum, honor thy work ever continuing
You and they, *we, and you, we are all your steps,
on a ladder of each poem, to guide us heavenward*
***each poem a prayer, each prayer a poem, passing back, coming forth in the crests upon the beach and bay you so loved, the moon and sun both shine simultaneously while it rains straight,
all come, each to recite,
even the One with whom you vociferous argued, unrepentantly,
all here, together placing that weighty last period at the end of
your daily prayer.***
Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 8:43 AM UTC
I received my official
(unofficial)
unsolicited
free of charge
diagnosis today. From a stranger
on a bus.
Seems I lack balance,
everything in perfect portions
salty and sweet
wet and dry
meaning and irreverence
acceptable and perverse
a place of equilibrium and symmetry.
I find this state - unsurprising
Painfully predictable
transitory
a beacon for chaos.
Disorder only exists
against the theoretical backdrop
of order.
Nature unrepentantly marches towards
disorder
chaos
unbalance
asymmetry.
To hold balance, one must
shut the mind - close the soul
to new ideas and experiences.
Lest the delicate state
of transition be undone. Completed.
Balance is just a wobbling bubble.
driven aimlessly by currents of air.
Until the sphere inevitably - pops.
Entropy prevails,
We already knew it would.
always has,
always will.
Chaos snacks on tasty morsels of order.
Like little hor de' ourves
served on a shiny tray
at an impromptu soiree
universally,
eternally.
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 11:48 PM UTC
I think we forgot
Or I think there was an occurrence
A time that the door swung open
Where it slipped, almost quietly out
Fell up into the night
For others, perhaps
Or for nothing
Or maybe
Between those days, streets, dinners
Those afternoons thieved behind closed curtains
Between the hands and the highs and the denials
In those lulls of mind, or lacunas of the trials
We forgot to look
Unrepentantly inattentive
And like a naughty child
Like yesterday's confetti to a storm
It fled
And we,
Indispensably inattentive
Rolled forward
Smooth wheels on rough ground
But maybe it didn't
Didn't flee after all
And we merely
Rolled forward
Rolled towards
Do I scream from the windows?
Or replant, in the same plant ***
Do I pound my thighs along lanes after it
With all that naughtiness
Of the troubled child?
I wonder if this is the sentence
For the crime of easy reliance
I wonder if belated repentance
Can push palms into the past
I wonder if tomorrow
Changes's hurricane arrives
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 4:05 PM UTC
The Daily Prayer The Daily Prayer
AUG 2010 OCT 2017
Be forever young 'n humble; seven yearlings of plenty famine;
Feel ancient and royal; youthful graybeard commoner now,
Ride tall in the saddle; old hoary, crooked headed ancien
Do something nifty; content to just, just walk crookedly
Take someone's hand if they permit, for hands gnarled,
Unexpectedly: roughened and time toughened,
Drive home in the slow lane; only the city bus, now bows, kneels,
Do the de minims; how has the minimalist become
Do the de maximis; the max, the best old-dog-in-show?
Leave a book on a park bench; forgetfulness, unintended bonuses,
Use pen n paper, write a letter; the fingers shaky press cell button,
Take a chance, make people laugh; your appearance quite the joke,
Barrel into contention; a barrel casket, half your wardrobe
Show mercy to the confused, no arrogance, have mercy upon poets,
Show anger to the abusers. for they fear voices calling out, account!
Bless a child with both hands; now take their blessings returned
Grasp your soul; throw it down, others sidle, it's our time, now,
Then raise a child to the sky. to raise you up father of fathers
Straight up, straighten your time bents, curves,
Build a continuum, honor thy work ever continuing
You and they, *we, and you, we are all your steps,
on a ladder of each poem, to guide us heavenward*
**each poem a prayer, each prayer a poem, passing back, coming forth in the crests upon the beach and bay you so loved, the moon and sun both shine simultaneously while it rains straight,
all come, each to recite,
even the One with whom you vociferous argued, unrepentantly,
all here, together placing that weighty last period at the end of
your daily prayer.**
Nov 11, 2024
Nov 11, 2024 at 8:33 PM UTC