"wanda" poems
the catholic nurse
all sensitive
caring noticing
everything
what can she think
of my hot/cold torment
always near blowing it
living in the fast lane
so friendly kind
the girls
dewy eyed
wanda abandoned me
bolton is in my hands
and yet my coldness
hurts
the more emotional
they stay
trying to find a reason
for my ice-like suspicion
fish eyes
coldly indifferent eyes
suspect everything that moves
socialising just to be loud
compensate for cold
lack of essential trust
warmth
i love them
despite myself
my desire to love
is unconscious and gigantesque
i never know
when i'm going to miss someone
strange coldness perplexing
i've got to work to get devotion
but once i get it
i really get people on my side
there are my people
who can survive
my shark-like coldness
and there are those
who want something
more personal
i can be very devoted to those
who can stay the course
my soul is aching
for an impartial love of people
i'm at war with myself.
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 4:21 AM UTC
Time trickles by
agonizingly slow
tick tock tick tock
frustrations grow
They are playing the waiting game
Stung by fate
life's little trick
the sweetest boy
so very sick
Tick tock tick tock, time is just a game
Hands aged with fears
bound tight; she prays
fingers shivering
a grandmother softly says
God keep him safe and end this waiting game
Friends and family
kneel down in faith
praying together
In God's love they bathe
Knowing soon that time is almost here
Fate is fate
and we are all bound by destiny
but in my heart of hearts
I pray that he will be
your happy, healthy grandson once again
*to Wanda, you and your grandson are in our prayers
Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 4:47 PM UTC
I love you more than Holden loves Allie's glove
I love you more than the Doctor loved Rose
I love you more than Cosmo loved Wanda
I love you more than Squidward wanted to be alone
I love you more than Mr. Krabs loves money
I love you more than Gerard loves Lindsey
I could go on, but there's no point
Nothing can compare to how much you mean to me
You stupid twit.
Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 9:10 PM UTC
*** 101
by Michael R. Burch
That day the late spring heat
steamed through the windows of a Crayola-yellow schoolbus
crawling its way up the backwards slopes
of Nowheresville, North Carolina ...
Where we sat exhausted
from the day’s skulldrudgery
and the unexpected waves of muggy,
summer-like humidity ...
Giggly first graders sat two abreast
behind senior high students
sprouting their first sparse beards,
their implausible bosoms, their stranger affections ...
The most unlikely coupling―
Lambert, 18, the only college prospect
on the varsity basketball team,
the proverbial talldarkhandsome
swashbuckling cocksman, grinning ...
Beside him, Wanda, 13,
bespectacled, in her primproper attire
and pigtails, staring up at him,
fawneyed, disbelieving ...
And as the bus filled with the improbable musk of her,
as she twitched impaled on his finger
like a dead frog jarred to life by electrodes,
I knew ...
that love is a forlorn enterprise,
that I would never understand it.
Keywords/Tags: first, love, *** lust, passion, desire, school, bus, foreplay, ********* odor, musk
Apr 27, 2020
Apr 27, 2020 at 4:29 AM UTC
Emotional resonance
As I cry myself into an endless pit of sadness.
I can feel the the emotional river in my gut-flooding.
It’s an endless flow of uncontrollable melancholic emotions.
I want to make these emotions pre-existent
But they burn like furnaces of the soul
I keep getting drawn into this cosmic void of loneliness
Lonely like one but I sometimes wonder if two really enjoys it’s company
- collective sadness and depression
Wanda & Tlotli
Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 3:01 PM UTC
I seem to think of nothing
I don't understand anything
without you letting
me, to pursue it
meeting you has completely
changed the way I see issues
that confronts my life
you are my last resort
solution of the issues
that borders my life
I seem to think of nothing
only you I can imagine
when I am seated focusing
how to approach events of life
meeting you is a blessing
when nature calls or sings
I hear your name in the air
Birds are not exempted
from singing
your beautiful personality
to the natural air
I seem to feel nothing
only what you told me
guides my feeling
and actions to the right step
though we've not met in person
you are always
in me as a person
who gives me alternative ways
of becoming a good person
I thank God for what I feel within me
and appreciate your effort for me
helping me to reason like a human
not just childish I use to have in me
like a pet living as a human
You are a great person I can ever
think to have in my life
jump I jump
smile I smile
frown I console you
because I owe you
happiness and consolations
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 6:45 AM UTC
Wobbly was wondering?
"What will we wager"
We will wrangle worms
"Winner wins whatever"
Which Worm?
White,
Walnut,
Wheat
We wondered, why wrangle
We walked,
We waited,
We watched
Which wacko would wager wrong,
Wobbly winked, wondering why,
Wanda waited wondering why?
Why wink,
Why worms,
Why, why, why
Would worms win wagers
Without watching weird worms
Wobbly
Wished
Wedding wishes
Which was wonderfully weird,
What would Wanda want?
Wobbly wandered, waiting
Wonderfully wishing.
Wanda's wise words whispered, wobbly
Whooped,
Whooped,
Wailed
With wonderment,what was whispered?
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 2:30 PM UTC
Wanda greets me with a “Hi” and a hug,
?Qué hora es el vuelo los lunes¿ she asks,
Touch-less communication is absent here,
“Ocho y media” I reply in almost Spanish,
To be sure I email my itinerary for pickup,
“Tener un buen fin de semana” she says,
As a parting hug ends the conversation,
On my visit to the right side of Hispaniola.
Nov 25, 2012
Nov 25, 2012 at 9:32 AM UTC
What is nothing ?
*nothing is a paradigm of futility
Nothing is Futility with purpose like specs of sand ,without sand there’s no desert in the Egypt of your mind
In sooth , nothing is everything, it escapes our minds like the concept of reality-Distilled souls
Nothingness covertly condescends the mind of every etheric soul on this planet
It’s blatant cruelty like making dyslexia such a hard word to spell or putting a s in the word lisp , but it’s beauty is in the fact that it and life have no equation , so why do we bother looking for answers
Maybe nothing is the answer to everything
Tlotli & Wanda
Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 2:59 PM UTC
Cello was not at all happy with what I told him. The call didn't exactly go well, but at least he gave me a slice of information that made some sort've sense. "Those two you told me about, the situation, it's very fluid right now. I need you to go talk to talk to this girl. Tonight. Now, actually. Don't worry, we have this Alan ******* looked after, as you heard. But, um, Wanda, as you call her, may have some things to say, under the right persuasion." Slightly taken aback by what Cello was implying, I said nothing. "Look, I know where you've come from, I know the kind of work you've done, so just find her and figure out what the **** she's been ordered to do for those Coalition ***** OK?" Besides what I may, or may not have done in the past, all this was a little bit more than what I had been contracted to do for Cello and his cronies. They didn't pay me enough for torture, they only paid me enough for listening. Cello put me on hold long enough to get the go ahead to pay me another two grand evidently, since when he got back on the line all he said was "Find her now and get the story, money is in your account, call me when you've got everything that ***** has to say". I said "Okay, thanks but I'ma do it without the whole missing body parts thing. You'll get what you need, but it's my call on how ja?" Cello gave the ok and that was all that was needed to get me moving.
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 5:45 AM UTC
This mountain is trying to **** me
9000 feet
Rain soaked & unforgiving
Desolate
Challenging exhausted decisions
A formation of trees
Sheltered, shaking
Hopeless & fleeting
It’s not my time I say
Unfulfilled promises & words unsaid
Withheld diatribes
Hidden truths
Lost love
But, here I am
Alone on a mountain
Pleading with God
Asking for my grandfather’s protection
I’ve lost control
Calmed my mind
Let go
It’s not my time you said
Taking me in
Cabin lights & burning embers
Without you, Wanda
This mountain would have killed me
Jul 28, 2011
Jul 28, 2011 at 11:16 AM UTC
The Unpleasant breeze welcomes Lakunle
Invites the harsh winds to him Unluckily
He shrugs repeatedly accepting fate
Mosquito bites and the next day's date
Wakes him up to ruble again in pain
confused about the little he has to gain
Aiyetoro
He his challenges by is toothless smile
to turn the hands of time and set a mile
a mile of records that will break the chains
The poverty chains of which he grew with on these plains
trying to understand the Life he has
going to sleep every night with an empty stomach with gas
empty gas.........
Aiyetoro
The journey began
He ran
Away from home
To find a new zone of his own
picked by a wanderer
they wandered together
He still wonders what happened to Wanda
He flew to Rwanda
He went back to Aiyetoro
The empty results
The wasted years
The Unanswered Questions
The Grey Hairs
The Recklessness
The Life of Aiyetoro
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 12:07 AM UTC
she lights her favorite candle and then pulls her cigarette from her lips and lights it from the candle
she goes to the kitchen and starts cutting the fresh mango and sees some blueberries and grabs a handful throws them in her mouth and chews
she is always talking and sometimes when I talk she talks over me to talk for me
after the fruit and how I wonder what it tasted like mixed with cigarette smoke she kissed her lips to me and says let’s go for a walk
we go out with the growing back trees beside us and no cold wind
she isn’t talking
she is looking
she wants to go to the gym and I tell her for the hundredth time I don’t do the gym
observing the life of nature
there is peace in the wombs of the road
as always she is hungry and we go buy
a chicken shawarma
outside with her smile and we see Bobby the hunk
with his Wanda who looks like a lion
she wants the park and I want a bed
I want her
with awful love blooming
I can’t find her love
Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 12:52 PM UTC
Amber was an atheist,
she thought the world was dumb as hell.
Britney was a botanist,
who had a fertilizer smell.
Candice was a coroner,
a scary passion for the stiffs.
Diana was a drummer chick,
that knew a few guitar riffs.
Evelyn was evil, man,
all leather suits and chains and whips.
Farrah was a therapist,
got in my brain with swinging hips.
Greta was a gunslinger,
she'd give most anything a shot.
Hannah was a homebody-
shy as hell, but twice as hot.
Iris was an Ivy Leaguer,
thought I was a total fool.
Janice was a juggler,
who liked to play with power tools.
Kimmy taught karate,
who dated me just for the kicks.
Louise was a lyricist,
who wrote about how guys were *****
Marilyn was mostly mean,
she liked to fight and then make up.
Nancy was so negative,
I had no choice but to break up.
Opal was an occultist,
who liked to gossip with the dead.
Paula was a **********
that made me pay to come to bed.
Queenie was inquisitive,
the questions were too much to bear.
Rosie was a recluse
who never shaved or brushed her hair.
Sidney was a sinful sort,
with toys and gadgets 'neath the bed.
Tina was a twisted chick,
with thirteen voices in her head.
Ursula was uber-cool,
always on the latest trends.
Vicky was on Vicodin,
and we all know how that one ends.
Wanda was a wanderer,
that left to join a circus troupe.
Xena the exhibitionist
liked to do it on the stoop.
Yolanda was young and fine,
and nearly cost me everything.
Zoey was a Zombie fan,
she got hot when he would sing.
I'd like to say I've settled down,
but since the alphabet is done,
I'm gonna met an Ann or Anita,
and give it all another run.
Aug 27, 2016
Aug 27, 2016 at 5:19 AM UTC
When I look in the mirror,
I see,
The reincarnation of my mother.
Even though her eyes are now blue,
Instead of amber,
And her skin tone is now the shade of
Off-white instead of,
Caramel and honey,
I know she is there.
Even though her hair is now blonde with,
Conversation highlights instead of,
Silent midnight black,
This young lady speaks to me.
My mother is there.
I can see her,
Chemo vessels and her eulogy heart beating,
In rhythm to the number of days that she was alive,
16,790 solid.
She no longer has to look in the sun
For me to see the glare in her eyes because,
They now shine brighter than the 100million kilo-watt moon.
Even though her lips are thin
Instead of being filled with sugar sweet kisses,
I know, that this is her,
My mother.
She is no longer 5”8,
Instead she is 4”11,
Which makes it easier for me to place her into my heart,
And always feel her pounding into my nerves,
As though she were finally being revived.
Even though there was never a need for her teeth to be whitened,
They always shone brighter than stars.
This is a sign.
That we will be together again.
Even though her name is no longer La’Wanda,
It still clings to my memory.
Even though she is no longer here,
I see her face inside the shadow of another.
My mother…is there.
Sep 28, 2010
Sep 28, 2010 at 3:03 PM UTC
"A little nonsense now and then
is relished by the wisest men"
Does anyone still play guilty pleasures?
OKAY!
1. Troll 2 lady.
Too. Fun in Balloonland Narrator lady.
3. "Any" drum majorette.
"Speak roughly to your little boy
and beat him when he sneezes
he only does this to annoy
because he knows it teases."
Fore! Nance Peterlini, shouting obscenities.
"Silk, do you know an atomic trigger from a Balgarian ***** Because I sure don't."
5. Slingshot and P.J. in a swampside threeway.(only halfway guilty...three-quarters?)
"A ****** talking baby alligator, that's purple, and has really big jaws?"
Sicks. Honor and Glory...after Honor gets a nose job.
"Harlem is the experience playground for all people interested in becoming detectives."
7. Wanda Duvalle...tied up...in a shack.
Ate. Lynn, from The Dark Power.
Nine. Colonel Hogan's...Secretary(?)
"I want to stop dreaming about fire from heaven, and melting men. Lasers."
10. Ming the Mercilesses' Daughter.
Apr 15, 2018
Apr 15, 2018 at 9:25 PM UTC
Lately I’ve been sinking into an infinite abyss of perspective reflection
I’m afraid I will never be able to trust myself
I’m afraid I will never become enlightened and that my conscious will sink deeper into my subconscious
I’m scared witless that I will-become a chain smoker , one day
I’m afraid that one day I’ll die lonely
I’m terrified of being patronised
I’m fearful of chronic nightmares
I’m panicky of being criticised
I’m afraid I’ll die a pessimist
And I’m scared of anxiety
Its all beginning to make sense now ,
I’m afraid of getting warped into societies superficiality
I’m afraid of growing into an apathetic and sadist human being
I’m horrified of getting ****** into humanities conformity and contentness
I’m horror-struck by the fact that this youth is not eternal
The public can never know I wrote this.
- Wanda
Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 2:57 PM UTC
By: David W. Clare
I was hiding away from crooks when I met the only girl I thought I ever liked,
she said her name was Wanda...
A real oriental smasher, smart as a whip!
Easy to be with at the coffee-shop where we met...
Then she acted funny; kinda aloof like a Siamese cat!
She wasn't hungry but she knew I was...
We walked up hill in China town to the Shanghai Tower where they rent rooms by the hour...
I was in the mood for some sweet and sour!
All I got to eat was sour-dough!
We got drunk on cheap ***** then she tossed me to the dogs, I wound up on skid row...
(C) In perpetuity all rights reserved
(P) FilmNoirWorks
Dec 23, 2016
Dec 23, 2016 at 12:23 AM UTC
Little Wanda The Brave,
Wasn't like the other little girls,
She isn't the princess.
In her world,
She was the knight.
The fighter.
Armed with
her wood carved sword and shield
don't tell mummy or she'll scold poor daddy
She fought the dragons,
the monsters.
She gets to save
the prince.
The people adored her.
Everyone cheered.
Lady Wanda The Brave
Had her own battles.
In her head.
In her heart.
The monsters were inside her.
She had no sword
Or shield
And daddy was nowhere,
*"don't tell mum, but I reckon
he'll be back one day"*
No one cheered for her.
No one loved her.
Fear.
Anger.
The horror.
The nightmares.
The loneliness.
And no prince
to save her.
"This is my battle."
She lived on.
Waited
W a i t e d
W a i t e d
One night she surrenders,
like they always do
It was easier.
An unknown world
waiting for her
*I'll fight my battles there,
Real monsters. Real dragons.
Not me. I don't want to fight myself.*
And it's over.
Her prince looked on,
Clicked his tongue,
shook his head,
And decided,
**"Lady Wanda The Brave,
isn't so brave after all."**
Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 10:46 PM UTC
In this jungle, its hard to survive
so much can bring you to your knees
you have to be smart to stay alive
when there's a leopard in every tree
snakes crawl through the underbrush
seeking out their next meal
voices whispering, under hush
waiting for a life to steal
I'll attack you now Sitting there so distant and cruel
What's behind your glare;
Inciting me down
calling me out to a primal almost forgotten place
come on now! Don't back off now!
I'm inside you; seeing you with my Soul
Piercing your weak cover of over-selfishness
I'll blow you down to Hell!
I don't care if you don't "feel good" And I'll practice your silent ways
animals wait to pounce on you
they stand still, then they rush
you better watch what you do
a lion is hiding in the brush
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 2:11 PM UTC
Cap is sad, Bucky's down
Nat is crying, Vision is gone
Bruce is nowhere to be found
Star-Lord is screaming, Wanda's weeping,
Okoye hates everything,
Strange is quaking,
Loki may not be dead, no one can tell what was in that trickster's head
Peter says, Mr. Stark, I don't wanna be dead
T'Challa reached for his general, but he was dusted too
Tony says, I'm coming for you
Gamora laughed, she thought he was heartless
But he was heartless in a different way
Red skull thought it was all for naught, saw the error of his ways
Until Thanos coughed and said,
Thor, you should've aimed for the head.
Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 3:09 PM UTC
I see your soul.
A barren strain isn’t hard to examine.
I know the flatline and dead mindlessness
that comes as a sand storm sweeps.
I know those aches and groans.
I’ve sat by the colorless windows
of a gloomy city, seeing nothing but strangers
with indifferent eyes.
I’ve walked these streets feeling the laughter
vibrate but never entering this gray soul.
I’ve bought all the whisky to drown out
the fluorescent lights of love blooming
in the new year.
Grabbed book after book
in hopes to fill the gaps and dents in me.
There might be a cure
but don’t find it in someone else.
For those tropical storms can carry
them away and leave you to wallow
alone like a tape on replay.
So run.
Go far and leave this town.
Run from your life.
Travel.
Eat.
And pray.
Then maybe you can love and blossom
in the lights for the choices taken
by a wandering soul.
Fit to nothing but feel everything.
For life is too short to sit- read- drink-
and feel the burn of salt on your cheeks.
Sincerely yours,
Wanda
Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 7:56 PM UTC
Witches brew its for you
Wallow not in that goo
Wall to wall mice, Achoo !
Wanda's spell sticks like glue
Watcha gonna do - heh ?
When she says, " I want you! "
Witchcraft Day, just say Nay!
Sep 26, 2025
Sep 26, 2025 at 9:23 PM UTC
_Ina son ki
Ina kaunar ki
...Tamkar ki
Ni banda kamar ki
Ni zan dauke ki
In dora ki a doki
Ke ce hasken haske
Hasken daya haska haske
A zuciya ba wata sai ke
Ga hannu na sai ki rike
A gari sai zancen mu ake
Wai bani da kowa sai ke
Ba wani wai zancen haka ne
Ba ni da kowa tabbas haka ne
Ke ce daya tilo na gane
Kannan ki a guri na kanne ne
Yayyen ki a guri na yayye ne
Kowan ki guri na kowa ne
🎼🎵🎶
Ina son ki
Ina son sunan ki
Inkiyar ki
Da asalin sunan ki
Murmushin ki
Wanda yake kuncin ki
Maganar ki
Ita ce furicin ki
A harshen ki
Har cikin zuciyar ki
Sun dace da siffar ki
Kyakkyawa...
Sunan ki, ga kawa
Ya kan birge kowa
Ke! Har yan adawa
In sun ji suna tafawa
Amintacciya...
Siffar ki, aminiya
Rayuwar ki sam babu hayaniya._
Oct 27, 2024
Oct 27, 2024 at 8:36 AM UTC