"vocalized" poems
There is a consumer product demon
in the trash underneath my sink.
The other day, I tossed in a wrapper
from a Quest 20-protein-gram nutrition bar
and a hand reached up to grab it.
Thinking I was daydreaming
I pulled out the white plastic Rubbermaid trash basket;
no hand, but the ¼ cup of Kraft Fast Mac
tossed in yesterday was moving, undulating.
It made a distinct voice-y sound
like “You’ll like Mac-a-lot, so eat me!”
Thinking this was just my overactive poetic imagination
I turned to the sink.
My JetZScrubber had wrapped around a spoon
dancing in circles around the In-Sink-Erator drain
while the Ajax Easy-Hands Dishwashing Liquid spewed bubbles
in unison.
Now convinced I took too much acid in college
I ran upstairs where my dog Mr. Brown sleeps
on his 44” x 36” leopard-print GoodDogBed.
“Howdy, partner,” Brown chimed.
“Sure is a fine day to go for a walk
using that Halti multi-loop leader and Sprenger prong collar.
Yes, I love ‘em.”
I took Mr. Brown to the dog park.
the one with the Safe-Steel chain link fence
and the pine trees without labels.
He pooped in the sawdust and vocalized
in his hound voice.
I could have sworn he said,
“Glad I didn’t do that on the L.L.Bean Woven Nylon Area Rug,”
but I wasn’t sure.
Nothing moved
except the wind in the trees.
and I wondered what to call it.
Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 7:09 AM UTC
Suppose I was more agreeable
Instead of arguing over coffee about politics, religion
*All those subjects deemed taboo that neither of us truly give a **** about*
Pressing my point like daggers against your ribcage
Knowing the sweet spots that make you moan
I would give in, applaud your cleverness, then leave for work
You would be left wondering if you should feel insulted.
of course you should
As usual,my filterless memoirs have become vocalized
******* them back in tight and quick is useless
Once freed, the damage is done
But. they. are . just. words.
the previous statement is ridiculous and the author should be shot
Never could I slice you deeper, **** your private mind or lay your soul bare
Then with the bitter, caustic, truthful edge of my observations
You are just as vulnerable as the rest of them
Barbed wire telegrams
Frozen emails
Ash and arsenic letters
Cut you to the quick
Delightful.
But I like it better when I can witness the damage
Basking in the upper handed afterglow of my superior ability to mortally wound
For no bit of silver that I've ever found
Was ever sharper than the razor edge of my tongue
Jun 10, 2012
Jun 10, 2012 at 11:01 PM UTC
i'm sleeping
on the left side
of my bed
to take up the space
that you left empty
because you left me
with no kind of backup plan
i was left to miss you
and you were left to wonder
and in the end
all that is left
is left hand turn signals
in the car i'm driving
parking on the left side of the road
where i walked you to your door
and left you to go inside alone
it was a fine first date
but i remember thinking
"i shouldn't have left her so early"
and now i hope you think the same
i got stuck in the revolving door
into your old apartment building
it reminded me of you
i used my left hand
to push it forward
and felt as though
this is where i would be
for the rest of my time without you
i left the building
without a vocalized thought
but in the back of my mind
the only thought that was left
whispered
"why can't i be right for once?"
[holyoak]
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 8:23 PM UTC
*Even when I know they're but unfinished stories,
accepted pain and acknowledged sorrys,
virtual realities reflected from mirrors of a lost paradigm
and engineered metaphorically vocalized pantomime
even when I know that they're not the end of the road
(that there're even many more miles to walk)
or even blossoms of life within a spectral pod
but merely a beautiful view of the vast and
rough ocean from the calm of a floret mental dock
through tinted glasses in pink of perception with utmost optimism
a fairy born of refraction through a phantasmal prism
even when the universe disputes the truism of a magic wand
I still fantasize about holding your hand
and matching with you through thick and thin
for better for worse, against the torrents from foe and keen
in turbulence of rage and storms of tears till we find laughter
until the bruises of souls and hearts shattered find mending
in the enema of our blending so we can have a happy ending
even when I know forever and for always is just a true lie
and we are likely to more than anything make us cry,
I still believe in pulchritudinous endings, in happily ever after
in you and I, in the beauty of wilting roses and those in the rain
in sticking together through the pleasure and pain...
Even when I know love is just a word,
we can lend it every meaning we've ever dreamed
I still believe in real romance, in the broken being fixed
in forever being now and now being forever
in never saying never, in you and I
truth or lie, do or die... roads and bendings
long as it's with you, I believe in Happy endings...*
Jan 11, 2017
Jan 11, 2017 at 7:58 AM UTC
I realized one of the peacekeepers tonight
And, as always, I spoke honestly
But against tendency, I was specific
-Maybe it was the drunken haze, but the vision had so much clarity
I spoke words to him, that formed without thought, nor doubt of mind
And when these naturals were vocalized, there was no need to speak uncertainty of that what was said
- in fact, these words, alike these at the making of my fingertips
Felt as though their mortality through speech or visibility, gave them truth that me or my subconscious could question.
This drunken conversation that was in obedience to circumstances
Was extreme and unnaturally passionate
Yet, disorbedient to sobriety, was fluid and understanding
I feel now, possibly to be regretted in the morning, completely confident in the impact made
He is good- as good as he is a keeper of peace
And my words spoken, although never able to be retold in accuracy
Affected me as much as I, possibly am mistaken to believe, he was to be
But here, in this poetic security, I wish to share them
He is a peace keeper, I am sure
As we conversed I looked to the greenery around us and they showed no warnings
Their leaves , as they do in sunlight and rain, continued to show love without worry
And that love, I felt strong, and thanked as it kept my speech strong
I asked- or even in my possible dillusion of high spiritedness, commanded, this man
In all the goodness that I possess and could show
To pass his negativity to my mound
As I do to all that seek peace rather than create it
You don't need to fight in this battle, my friends
For your role, is one much needed when the time comes
So save your fight, and save that energy
For your light is strong, and crucial for darker times to come
Should this message, this realization raise alarm
And the puppeteers ask of you those sins frequently ask,
Don't worry, don't hesitate, don't fight against their orders
Just breathe, sigh even, and act as you always have
I see your hearts
I feel that love long forgotten
The fact that you don't want to obey is in fact in our favor
Because we all know, deceit is their favorite game
But this deceit is the beginning of their downfall
As your want to avoid passing me the negativity, will unnaturally cause them to cast it in rebellion
But I am strong, and my strength is yet to show
I have your back, because I know you will soon have mine.
Aug 12, 2013
Aug 12, 2013 at 2:02 PM UTC
I was obsequious towards you.... opening up to you, I was an impressively sedulous suitor,
Didn't I constantly show my love; like a doting concubine,
yet never was I supposed to.
Did things I'd never wish to again do, You were always lethargic returning any affections.
You're constantly an exorbitantly cruel lover, on too many occasions you've left me; feeling, clinging, wishing & praying that your bitter tortures - would end.
Morbidly I'd crave you like a killer craves the death of his victim's.
Oh there's no end, no relapse or realse, my tormentor, my seemingly drug of choice--is you!
I sincerely felt a cordial love & dislike for how you've had me susceptible to this elegiac experience.
Unmerciful you cast away my heart and dealt my soul a mighty blow.
NEVER again would I be your willing victim, you're antipathies & archaic behavior leaves me wishing for a way out, since you've made me seem more like the enemy.
This love's a beautiful beast & so oblivious to my demise...
I'm still obligated....
I've vowed to stay, fight comes what may...
yet & still You make it clear I'm disqualified before a race could ever be won.....
Why?
My questions unanswered
as if I've never vocalized a retort!
IVE COME TO REALIZE THERE'S NO HOPE FOR ME
☆♡
Always Me Ayeshah ™ ®
K.A.C.L.N ©
All right reserved ®
Copyright 1977 - Present
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 8:03 AM UTC
I looked between the sheets
to see if I could see your feet
Something that once was there; disappeared
Couldn't even find a single hair;
For proof you were there
Must have vanished in mid-air
Amongst the others who were just as fair
But managed to lay their head in another home
Who laid comfortably beside others bones
For proof you were scared
Now there's a lie wrapped around your finger
Married to another but your feeling still linger;
Your smile still flickers as I look in the mirror
Where I used to grab your hips in sensual bliss
For proof you loved, then lied, then sailed another ship...
Your ship missed port and now your bagging for more
But how can I love when I'm ripped up and torn;
Although, these open doors give me sight of fool's paradise;
these legs don't move after you taken them as your prize
Even when you left I still saw me on you
For proof that my mind is delusional too
Cause all this drama is emphasized by me
Crafted by a simple mind and vocalized by a feign
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 10:13 PM UTC
I’ve once heard musings
Of recitation reflecting an area
Of negligence that should
Never go forsaken.
Now, it is through my dismay
Which triggers my optimism
To lead me to believe this
Recapitulation has been
Extricated through a
Satirical voice.
However, in the event
That theses musings are
In fact, coming from
A discernible veracity,
Then I have done to you
The gravest disservice I would never
Dream to impart.
Allow this to act as my
Expression of regret
In this particular field
Of verbal lavishing.
Before the moment
You were my salacious secret
And preliminary to my yearning
For parallel mutual devotion
My capabilities of a
Tactile sense of normality
Were fleeting
Forever consigned to oblivion
Until the moment I
Allowed the craving to coalesce
With the collective.
It was then that I realized
The stimulus of my exuberance
Was not a self-fulfilling prophecy.
Rather, one brought on
When we lay entwined
Within one another.
Further musings have been vocalized,
Drawing sight upon the fact
I am twenty-one grams lighter
Than the commune.
Albeit, these musings have
Been satirical in merit,
The inherent truth
Is not controvertible.
Thus was the preceding case
To our amalgamation.
You are the sole vindication
I have a soul.
If there has ever
Been inequity
In my necessity to
Opulent you with
My own verbal musings
I do hope this
Can act as verbatim
If there should be
Any negligence within
This particular field of
Expertise.
Feb 19, 2012
Feb 19, 2012 at 10:28 AM UTC
Smeared visualization distorted on my
perceptions of what I see beyond this
frame of sight, I am numb to the hearing
of what is vocalized beyond this mounting.
Palms etch silhouettes of my fears that became
indifferent to the haze that consumed what
once was luminous. Now jaded reflections
turn inwards and devour the glass now cracked.
Pristine architecture now squandered in reflective
doubts. Dilapidation of what held perceptions
of fleeting sights. Apprehension now seen in others
eyes, adorned beyond perceptions looking inwards
May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 6:23 PM UTC
In the darkness of this moon
Mist it rises
This carcass looms.
Wakened eyes, where is my mind?
Cheery lies vocalized to soon.
But still I rise,
Dead feet do drag
And weathered hands do light this ***
Descending down the dreary land
I cross the fog with teary-gag
But on the line where eyes discern
The atmosphere meets horizon's turn
Another cycle gone and burned,
Something new comes, pondered, learned.
I lose the weight
My shoulders burdened
I feel them lift up off my soul
One after other,
My body's limbs
Do dissipate with ***** winds
When sun does choose to show it's face
My own is gone,
My soul's in place
To you my friend,
With hopes demised:
Happiness
Is not a race.
Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 2:26 PM UTC
I hear the moon singing out your name.
Every night.
I see the sun radiating your smile.
Every day.
The stars remind me of your beautiful eyes sparkling
every time I see them.
The rain embraces me with your scent.
The night sky and all the constellations lingering,
portray your beautifully carved face.
Mother nature hums your voice,
the one vocalized perfectly every time you say something.
And yes, every single thing around me brings me back to you.
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 11:07 AM UTC
The sting of my verses will sew the woeful indiscretions
of what got curb bounced on the beat or the worst vocals
that you rhymed incoherently that were
collected in lyrical a doggy bag.
I will not fall on a sword of those that ignore my verse
that fall on the page, do you know why I write in diverse
motions? Do you know my demons the voices that verse
inwards on the white of my skull? my reflections reverse.
The sting of my verses will sew the woeful indiscretions
of what got curb bounced on the beat or the worst vocals
that you rhymed incoherently that were
collected in lyrical a doggy bag.
But excrement can be rhymed in free verse, I'm doing this
for me but I don't linger to impress! I word for my emotions
are a hurricane and I'm the eye calm but I swim in the abyss.
The sting of my verses will sew the woeful indiscretions
of what got curb bounced on the beat or the worst vocals
that you rhymed incoherently that were
collected in lyrical a doggy bag.
I'm vocalized to those that don't sniff the arses of poor vocals
linger on excellence not the excrement of poorly woven yokels.
Lyrics of verse are meant to move not stagnate silently,
they are meant to be lyrics that move the emotion violently.
"Weave the best version of you, not the diluted verse,
Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 6:28 PM UTC
We left on the excuse of
Wanting to listen
To
"Just one song".
But when we arrived at the place
That kept us from the outside
We decided to go ahead and drive
And I've never had a smile so big
I was actually scared
My face might rip
And I could die
Or we could drive off a cliff
Or smoke a laced spliff
It makes no difference to me
As long as you're around
Even if that means muddling through
The week
In our seperate towns
Until one of us can come down
For the weekend.
And we're too loud
But it's only because we're used
To trying to bridge the distance
With a vocalized insistence
That we'll find a way back
Even if it's back roads and red eyes and runny noses
I know how it goes
And I've chosen to stay
When I would usually take the easy way
I'd be out and gone
But we're leaving together
And with you
I try to do less wrong.
Last night
one more song
Turned into a vulnerable
Sob
And awkward consolation
Turned to snot on my shoulder
And the comfort of
Human warmth.
I would address how we should go forward
But I know it doesn't matter
I'll see you again
And you'll catch my spinning head
And I'll hug you
And hug you
And never get enough
Sweet thing,
You're the good stuff.
12.20.14 cem
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 11:25 AM UTC
Being unable to participate
during the worship service
is a poor spiritual sign.
Unwillingness to offer praise,
while standing in His Presence,
shows a deficient of new wine.
For the obvious silence
reveals an apparent lack of Faith
and failure to know God's design.
A desire of heavenly passion
cannot resonate from within,
when not letting your love for Him to shine.
For the true strength of one's belief
is confirmed only by the spoken Word -
Provided it's not diluted with some earthly whine.
The tongue, always will unwittingly confess,
the secrets of our hearts, to see if...
One is actually striving for the Lord divine.
Author Notes:
The phrase "a deficient of new wine" is not a reference to the alcoholic product. It is regarding the "spiritual wine", which is the indwelling of the Holy Spirit.
When we are intentionally sinning, the presence of God leaves us, hence the deficient state.
It should also be noted, that there are moments during the "worship service" where we should not be silent. When participating in the "song service", the singing of praises to Him should be vocalized - hence, the "spoken word".
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/
Sep 13, 2012
Sep 13, 2012 at 11:43 AM UTC
"I HATE YOU!"
Screamed loud enough for the world to hear
Stated twice just to make the statement clear
It hurts but I try to always remember
That she will for sure be sure
To apologize for it just a little bit later
Believing whole heartedly that should expunge her
And wipe clean the ledger
However,
What's leftover after the vocalized slaughter?
After the anger?
Invisible wounds from the verbal dagger
Hurt immensely as they linger
They never heal ever either,
They never scar, only scab over
Still raw as the next battle gets closer
The one I see in the windshield drawing near
Is almost always identical to the one in the rearview mirror
Only changing minor details here and there
This is what I get for asking her,
"Hey beautiful, what's the matter?"
It's a cautionary tale, buyer beware
Be aware,
Take note of what you receive when you care
Is it truly worth staying and fighting through the cancer?
For the moment let's set aside the endeavor of defining "forever"
I first need to know what the f**k happened to "together"
How can having a partner feel so singular?
©2024
May 10, 2024
May 10, 2024 at 3:08 PM UTC
Wishful thinking is a term made up specifically to describe the feeling I got when I first saw you.
Nuclear fallout tries so hard to mimic the way your hands feel on everyone that isn't me.
Concentration camps hold all the parts of me that weren't made in your image.
I forced myself to go a day without holding anything that felt like your hands & so I went a day without burning my palms or cutting my fingertips.
Your apologies felt a lot like the ground felt in Hiroshima, I'm sure you meant to feign sincerity well enough for me to surrender to your destruction.
A pistol bullet travels anywhere from 800-900 mph, and I'm sure someone could find a way to make that poetic.
I could compare your love to a labyrinth, but I'd rather pretend that you were as enigmatic as the backs of my hands.
The smell of burning rubber reminds me of all the times your skin touched my bed sheets.
Your concern is as tangible as my nightmares; I hope you take that in a way that hurts you the most.
**** me so hard that I forget how it feels to be forgotten.
I hope I'm the girl your mother warned you about.
I'm a compilation of all my mistakes and I just hope that I burn your palms when you hold me but I also hope that you never let go; I'm the embodiment of every dilemma that's ever been vocalized.
Maybe one day you'll hear my name and lose your ability to walk.
Your name sounds a lot like the first few minutes of D-Day, and the last few seconds of Pearl Harbor, but that might just be me.
Congregations held in the palms of every hand you've never held.
Your trust issues look a lot like my anxiety.
I still can't eat on your side of the bed without choking on the residue your dreams left.
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 11:44 PM UTC
Tonight of all nights.
I am here with you.
Clouds of smoke
Squeezed together in festive occasion.
Brown liquor,
Swallowed in warm smile
Lips a silky smooth.
You magically appear,
Gliding across the stage-
Short hair, diverse in curve.
Black dress,
Singer, songstress.
The maestra of all my desire,
At first everything was quiet
then you sing.
You sing this beautiful song.
Words filled with passion.
Raw, heartfelt.
Each word penetrating deep.
My soul, my very being
Leaving me.
Spiraling in urgent need,
This internal urge to jump out of my seat,
Pulled by the tug of your every word.
Vocalized by the depth of yours.
These words brought to life by your voice-
This beautiful voice.
This song highlighted,
The bright light shone against your head.
Short hair, diverse in curve.
Black dress,
One side longer than the other.
Singer, songstress.
The midnight of all my dream,
I came tonight just for the occasion.
My face bright red
Squeezed tight by fever.
The pull of your cigarette.
A residue of ash left of where I sat.
Every part of me gone with the flick of your wrist.
Tonight of all nights.
I am here with you.
The best of me lost among the crowd.
Unseen
Scattered in a room of dark faces.
Squeezed together, Tight fitting building
Brown liquor,
Lips a silky smooth.
Tickets for the next show months away
Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 11:31 AM UTC
Distant cows are humming,
As the crack in the sky appears.
A jagged black line, with white
Snow caps illuminate.
Pollution becomes
Orange, gold and violet
Explosions in the sky
For us.
Your hands, smooth and strong,
Though you're well into year 51,
Wrap around my Levi 501's,
As we bend our wings back in the morning sun.
As we bend our wings back in the morning sun.
You are both beautiful and antique,
Old as these stars are.
Alpha and Omega...
I forgot how long we've really been married.
And I don't care how long 'til we're buried.
This universe is our flawless design,
We will be vocalized in the sky.
Erase this constant limitation,
Begin ascent.
Let's make these galaxies our children.
Jan 9, 2011
Jan 9, 2011 at 9:44 PM UTC
The writer is scribbling with an act of such passion,
but ideas can run out in an untimely fashion.
Ecstasy in fingers only lasting so long,
a poem in composition, some kind of song.
It won't be forever until I have you where I want,
soon you'll be mine. [You'll be mine.] Mine to flaunt.
Your lips against mine, a show between lovers,
those words are unspoken; letters read between covers
of a book that has barely been touched,
but in the hands of my other is where they are clutched.
I'll let them be vocalized,
fly and flitter like butterflies.
A hopeless romantic with a great deal of gratitude,
if the reactions I get are of the right attitude.
In the end I really can't help how I feel,
the emotions I have are far from unreal.
I'm told to follow my heart to see what is true,
therefore here I am following the road to you.
It might be quite a distance, a difficult strife,
but I've experienced plenty of those in my life.
It's funny how just words can make me love you more,
I don't really believe I've felt so ecstatic in someone's presence before.
Even a whisper from you can make my cheeks flush.
A smile covers my lips, it was caused by my affectionate crush.
Now, it won't be forever until I have you where I want,
soon you'll be mine. [You'll be mine.] Mine to flaunt.
Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 10:04 PM UTC
Average aesthetics impressed upon
the dreamers asleep with the television on.
They are selling validation,
the slippery crutch of the only comfort craved.
Forget the details,
we are ****** clockwork,
counted on to come,
but never arrive,
where saying no to yes
likens to tallying time
until what you are chewing
wants to be swallowed.
Pearly white definition grinding moments into pulp
for the insatiable,
that never goes hungry.
This is all of it.
****** *** and the rest.
The patriarch in his Sunday best.
The wild generation,
rejecting the paranoia of their parents.
The whole of the god **** world
who copes with a regurgitated existence by selling narcissism.
Ours is a secret we are trying to tell with our lives,
when it’s realized it dies,
causing mystics to spill their insides
over silence, the answer that can never be vocalized.
Lo emotion,
the romance of confusion!
The one thing that can have no institution,
in our modern illusion.
Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 4:02 PM UTC
You asked me tonight if I remembered our first kiss. It occurred to me that I remember everything. Early that Wednesday morning standing outside of the liquor store with a man I barely knew, I remember looking at you and thinking "we've been out all night, it's been 6 hours, is he going to make a move or" and then bam. Hands wondered, people stared, breaths were shallow. I remember how nervous I was every time I saw you following that night. It was like a rush ran through my body. Was I still what you wanted? Was I pretty enough, funny enough, smart enough, good enough? I remember the first night you stayed over without my parents approval, without my parents even knowing who you were, thinking to myself "I hope this boy is worth all that im risking". The endless nights I would catch you staring from the corner of my eye. The night I leaned over and kissed you as I almost vocalized **** is this going to hurt". Or the first time you told me you loved me. The words cut through the silence as I left for work while crippling fear flooded my being. I tried everything in me to ignore it. Even the first night I said it back, meaning it with nothing less then everything I had in me, not to count the endless nights I had said it knowing you were fast asleep because I needed to gain the courage to tell you. Hearing you ramble about when we were going to live together or how you planned on growing old with me. You knew just what to say. I remember our first fight and how utterly heartbroken I was. I can remember the taste of your lips and sound of you breathing. Your laugh plays on an endless loop in my minds. Your smile flashes before me as I close my eyes. Your voice echoes in my eardrums. I remember everything. Your ridiculous snoring, horrible smoking habit, hopeless look in your eyes. It was a tragic love we shared. But what makes it an even greater tragedy, is that I knew we would never last.
Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 7:13 PM UTC
When his eyes lit up
They glowed amber
Out shining the stars in the sky
When his lips laughed
They vocalized a melody
Harmonizing with the universe
When his smile beamed
It radiated happiness
Dazzling even the sun above
I should have noticed
When his eyes dimmed
They flickered chocolate
Barely a candle in the dark
When his lips quieted
They whispered noise
Barely murmurs in the silence
When his smile dulled
It reflected joy
Barley a stone among gems
I should have known
When his eyes went dark
I should have known
When his lips went silent
I should have known
When his smile went cold
I should have known
I should have known
I should have known...
Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 4:15 PM UTC