"zeroing" poems
You gave me a rush with the slip of your tongue
your eloquence radiating hot from your lips
As sligh as a fox your wit tied a knot
I yanked just alittle abashed at the fact I was caught
zeroing in
Your hand reached for my chin
as my gut wrenched and screamed
I caved and grinned
and let my eyes meet your defined brow
like a tree in the forest
this beating went on without a sound
and my intoxication soared but was more played upon
I'll be your little fool
your scapegoat
your mouse
but rest assured one day I'd gnaw my way out
Mar 30, 2013
Mar 30, 2013 at 8:20 PM UTC
Adoringly applauding
Arrogant acrobatic aristocratic,
Bourgeois bad-boys.
Braving boredom and bills,
Caught controlling criminal
Circles like a circus.
Daring to do, and to deceive
Desperate damsels in distress,
Each accepting enemies.
Everyone explaining elements
From the final fights
Frought with frustration.
Getting groovy- grown old
Garnering glittering gold.
Holidaying in Getafé,
Holding onto hands of harlots,
Implying impotence and insolence,
Ignorant in their ilk.
Jovially joking,
Jesting about juvenile jealousies;
"I kissed Katie Kurtis"
Knowingly comments one kid.
Left to love and lose,
Like Caesar and his laurels,
Making music and malice,
Manifesting manic malpractices.
Natalie narrates,
"Not now, not ever".
Obvious obstacles avoided,
Objectifying objects that are obsolete.
Praying, pondering over pros,
False prophets photographed as they pose.
Qualifying quangos,
Quantitative quelling of queries,
Raising riots and runctions,
Realising regal and royal remedies,
Celebrating summer solstice,
Solitude is bliss.
Try tampering telephones
To transcribe threat of treason,
Unreal unilateral promises
Unwound by underlying urchins.
Vowing to voice very real values,
Vox pop video views.
Wearing water coloured wellingtons,
Wondering over wax cuneiform works.
Xylophone playing exemplary,
Xavier exists in the imaginary.
Yearly yearning for you,
You're yoked as Gonne with Yeats
(unequally)
Zeroing in on Ritz and Rubble,
Rubble the Zealots want to reign.
Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 6:43 PM UTC
blending in with the
low flying shadows
imbibing colours and
tippling emotions
zeroing in on life
Mar 12, 2014
Mar 12, 2014 at 12:24 AM UTC
Zeroed
Options slim
Slept in
Him
A boy once
A life
That still had pull
The push
Is near
I can feel it
I can feel it
Nothing or I'm dresser drawer ajar
Milk spilled ---- fulcrum
Whitened zeros
Cascade on linoleum coulda-been's
Watch him
Objectify
Halfeaten lies
Immolation of self
Pokes
Reminds
And so
There really is
Nowhere to get to
Nothing more to say
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 3:07 AM UTC
Sum this all up: mind
zeroing in on that you
can't be zeroed out.
Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 1:43 PM UTC
I wasn't thinking of much
Just zeroing on anything but the foreign whistling in my ear.
I had scouted for a potentially enticing attraction
That, while available, was both empty and deceitful
I remember now the lesson: Past Conjugates.
So I conjured my accent and answered correctly.
The door opens, and at first I paid no mind
But then I was stirred from my consuming thoughts.
I was chosen as a partner.
I did not know why, but
Then my gaze shifted outward
And I came eye to eye with you
I stood aghast at the warm greeting
Enveloping what had been a miserable day.
You sat down next to me
And there we talked.
Flirts I had only dreamed of leapt out of my mouth
And into your elegant ears
The only thing more surprising than my bold approach
Was the satisfaction in your relieving reciprocation
Jul 6, 2011
Jul 6, 2011 at 8:20 PM UTC
Those heavy crushing
Waves of doubt
That's so often
Come about
Zeroing in
With triangulating precision
Seeking any weak spot
Any crack
In the egos fragile shell
Seeping in
To get under your skin
In so subtle a way it's hard to tell
That you've been inundated
To the point of allowing
Your self to be deflated
Sometimes so dramatic
That like a balloon let loose
To fly madly around the room
Regardless of the ricocheting
Life delaying
Overpaying
For something
you never needed to begin with
So as much as I hate
The seemingly endless situation
I try to chalk it up as the cost
Of my pursuit
Of higher education
My personal higher education
Jun 26, 2016
Jun 26, 2016 at 5:08 AM UTC
They’re invisible to the naked eye
& they don’t wear shades
nor dark silk suits,
zeroing in on every move you make,
leaving no footprints
& no ****** untouched
by you.
And you,
you think, you think
you’re so slick,
so sly, so sly
with you little schemes,
you ******* dreamer.
I’ve seen the other side,
I know their sophistication
& believe me,
you cannot hide,
‘tis folly to even try,
they can have your *** anytime
they want it.
So game on mouse,
play away,
go ahead, look for
that big hunk of cheese,
'cause it could be
your last day.
Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 8:50 PM UTC
Feelings,
That's all I m zeroing in on now..
Feelings.
Loneliness
Fear
Pain
Unimportantance
Unworthy
Unloved
Not noticed
Nothing
I wish I didn't feel like this,
I wish someone cared,
Someone loved me...
Feelings,
They are the one thing holding me back,
And the one thing keeping my sane.
Feelings....
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 9:24 PM UTC
My words
Are knives
Cutting into you,
My words
Are swords
Splitting you in two,
My words
Are guns
Heavy in my hands,
My words
Are bullets
Shooting you down,
My words
Are butterflies
Light on the wind,
My words
Are hawks
Zeroing in on my prey,
My words
Are owls
Steadily watching,
My words
Are squirrels
Collecting all that is you,
My words
Are bricks
Enclosing you,
My words
Are walls
Surrounding you,
My words
Are doors
You may come and go,
My words
Are whispers
For your ears only,
My words
Are war
Waging peace,
My words
Are love
Adoring you,
My words
Are me; myself and the conflict in I...
APAD13 - 057 © okpoet
Feb 28, 2013
Feb 28, 2013 at 4:37 AM UTC
I GOT A SALE
I GOT A SALE
I GOT A SALE
I GOT A SALE
What am I doing wrong?
all around me
my team is getting sales
Left and right
Back to back
And here I am
Zeroing out
Monday
Tuesday
Wednesday
Thursday
and I know friday too
Its hard to keep my chin up
When I'm about to lose
WHAT AM I DOING WRONG?
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 4:54 PM UTC
Within the common (all purpose room)
at highland manor apartments aye
daily encounter, one bewitchingly dreaded
fiendishly horrible, jeeringly loopy,
nap noopy, pugnaciously ravenous, talon
viciously wizened, xenophobic yeti, zapping
zeroing zillion zippers,
zoned Zuckerman alley bye
barred doors fate helplessly jury-rigged
sealed with with plaintive cry
no escape known to this man caught
in a deadly voodoo clutch,
thus doomed to die
ugly cannibalistic, frightful,
heathen rumors myopic eyes espy
alarmed at feeling trapped
akin to a wingless fly
tapping reserves of scape goat
coping techniques ingenuity,
which earned me moniker "fall guy"
where accursed cruel destined exit
from getting husked, issued
jagged lance like mandibles "hi
there unknown weekly reader", I
pray for super leftist
write hand man/woman to extricate
(via whipping up literary poetic fabrication),
then joining me to sing jai
(let victory prevail against killer odds)
perhaps summoning division
of British shiver rights phalanx,
hood reply with Hackneyed "oh kai"
springing surprise rescue,
sans swooping inside
this hermetically faux prison,
where Matthew Scott Harris doth lie,
yet realistic to accept my
demise without putting up
a good fight well nigh
but... if luck finds
thee plucking this bard
(out maws of death) be treated to custom
ye will be rewarded with pie
ala mode enjoying a Quai
yet moment...yeah...fading hope...sigh!
May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018 at 5:31 PM UTC