Blurry eye balls - up to it close.
Right there
clinging
on the screen door swinging.
Mantis, a big bug come to mind-prey,
or are you praying to come inside?
A plus size Insectivore
at my door
basking in its own eerie light.
A deadly beautiful grin
wants to come in.
We are not alone
green aliens abound,
have been around
clinging to this spinning Earth
for all their worth.
Mantis-like, they have parked
their flying craft in our brains.
My blurry ball of sight - blinks.
I see you!
I see how you burgle my mind
then crunch it up
in your mechanical jaws.
You can't fool me -
I tremble at your stillness,
beat the air with my fist
but
you're always there
until you magically disappear.
Your black eyes bulge
at my fuzziness,
pierce through
my soggy-eyed vision
like it's me,
me that's the weird one!
Categories:
balls up, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Bubbles blown, float in the air,
Shaking shining, way up there,
Blow them high, watch them fly,
Then pop them, Saying: 'Bye-Bye'!
Blow them, Pop them.
Float them, Catch them,
Say: 'Bye-Bye'.
Watch them sparkle, watch them grow,
Tiny rainbows, all aglow,
Dancing in the morning light.
Soapy balls up in flight.
Blow them, Pop them.
Float them, Catch them,
Say: 'Bye-Bye'.
Catch a bubble in your hand,
Gently make it belly-land.
Be quick, they're sticky,
The catch is tricky!
Blow them, Pop them.
Float them, Catch them,
Say: 'Bye-Bye'.
Blow them softly, watch them soar,
Let's blow and pop some more!
Watch them float, up in the sky
Going up, ever so high.
Blow them, Pop them.
Float them, Catch them,
Say: 'Bye-Bye'.
Categories:
balls up, games, nursery rhyme,
Form: Rhyme
Through the eyes of a child a new belief is born
dad has left home and that is why mommy sighs
the fridge is bare sometimes all they eat is corn
must be my fault she thinks that is why mom cries
Her studies are becoming harder every day
there are duties to share and supper to make
she's lost some weight and she's thin as a rake
must be mom's fault, that is why dad went away
Little brother is angry, he balls up with a fist
the rent is late and the money jar un-steady
she ties a string around her bony little wrist
must be God's fault, the cupboard is empty
Through the eyes of a child truth can be a bitter pill,
she weeps as a flower wilts, over by the window sill.
July 3, 2022
Not for contest
Categories:
balls up, analogy, childhood, loss,
Form: Rhyme
Forgive me, mother for I have sinned,
I will chant a drunken hymn:
Virgin Mary, seduce me with salvation
from my daily woes! I everso
Crave to be delivered from the damnation
That tears me, so.
The fire in my chest
Balls up all my sorrow
The cinnamon embers warm my breast
Whispering the empty promises of tomorrow.
The liquid stream rages forward,
With the inhibitions swept and drowned.
I can finally see colour in my world,
Waiting for the beating to crash down.
My name has been stripped from a glass,
My precious ones see a stumbling ass,
With even fewer looking back.
All I have left is you; my bottle of Jack.
Categories:
balls up, addiction, corruption, sorrow, symbolism,
Form: Rhyme
Rain upon my lips
Blood within a kiss
An iron curtain
Wrapped around my chest
A pacifist balls up his fists
Ready to fight
Every day is a gift
But every second a curse
One day closer
To the gates of oblivion
My maker stands there
Perplexed by my lack of faith
Perplexed by a lifetime of scars
And a lifetime of denied blessings
A desolate cry dies in my throat
Held captive by loving eyes
Deny thy maker
Deny my maker
Blood within a kiss
Rain upon my lips
Categories:
balls up, confusion, fear, meaningful, religion,
Form: Free verse
Life sometimes balls up its fists
And swings, and I take the hits
Standing; it's only a glancing blow
Life sometimes balls up its fists
I don't parry the punches thrown
This chin of mine is made of stone
Life sometimes balls up its fists
And swings, and I take the hits
Date written and posted: 12/05/2018
Categories:
balls up, life, me, strength,
Form: Triolet
Oh, the Fourth of July for a kid is a blast,
Though today not so much as it was in the past,
“Cherry Bombs” and “M80s” my faves when a kid,
And our throwing “Torpedoes” not all that we did.
“Roman Candles” shoot colored balls up in the air,
Blast of “Aerial Bombs” knocks you out of your chair,
“Bottle Rockets,” as well, were both cheap and delight,
With flame sputtering “Fountains” to top off the night.
Watching children light “Sparklers,” joy’s hard to contain,
They’re so bright that to witness burns path cross your brain,
There is something for old and young, “Buzz Bombs” that twirl,
War is nearly forgotten, the dead boy and girl.
Long Tooth
August 10, 2017
Categories:
balls up, america, celebration, humanity,
Form: Quatrain
When I woke up this morning,
I felt hopeful, eager, positive and calm.
I was going to teach myself to juggle,
Tossing balls from palm to palm.
I’d admired street performers perform their tricks,
On the corners of every street.
Buskers, young and old, made every little manoeuvre
Look simple, easy and neat.
They did the shuffle and box,
The barrage and chops
Cascading in perfect unity.
And I’d stood there amazed,
Enthralled and half crazed,
Knowing I’d fit right into this community.
So, what was once awe became optimism to learn,
To grow, to build and obtain.
And I threw the balls up, watching each of them fall,
Too fast for my little brain.
My optimism fled, waving goodbye,
Leaving me accepting a feeling of submission.
My brain’s not that fast, no juggling today,
I'm now in awe of a singing musician.
Categories:
balls up, desire,
Form: Rhyme
I was never the reason
to this scene I was late
and yes, my name will probably come up
but you better clear the slate
it's been coming for sometime
only a fool couldn't see
it will hurt for a little while
but you can't blame this on me
the dust you thought was settled
is once again about to stir
as you step from the shadows
they will use every word
it's gonna be a long monsoon
with plenty of thunder and lightning
the likes of which you've never seen
the depths of it will be frightening
all the balls up in the air
quickly, they will unwind
conversations from long ago
will creep into your mind
it's not like I didn't tell you
or not like you didn't know
that freedom has a very high price
as you take it blow by blow
a minor inconvenience
on the road of past deceptions
this trail you started on your own
has bumps and misconceptions
so cowboy up and place the truth
right where it needs to be
it will hurt for a little while
but don't put this blame on me
Categories:
balls up, introspection, lost love
Form: Verse
Can anyone hear me?
Today has at least been good,
Standing by you is all I can do,
Talking to myself,
Has become so often,
These feelings have faded into nothing,
My heart hasn't found it's way,
I thought you knew,
something or maybe everything,
I thought you had felt the same,
Now It's put aside,
All I can do is have this image,
Of Friendship on my mind,
It's tough,
I have to be strong enough,
To make it through an hour,
A minute,
Give me a second to breath,
Your eye's Match your shirt,
So crazyily it's scareing me,
That sick feeling I feel it,
It's in my tummy,
Tied in one big knot,
I unloosen it,
But it balls up agian,
My Mouth it's so dry,
SomeONE HELP!!,
I need some water really Quick,
Or something will start seeping from my eyes,
I can't deal with this anymore,
I Can't even Give in,
My hearts taken over by its self,
Can SomeOne just help?
Categories:
balls up, loss, lost love,
Form: I do not know?
Caleb is a noisy boy
With a lot of noisy toys
Like cars that "vroom", "boop" and "crash"
And video games that "boom", "fwoop" and "splash"
He's got air planes that "swoosh" and "swish"
Even has bath toys that bubble like fish
He had a balloon that would soar and whistle
Until it went "pop!" upon a thistle
He bounces his balls up and down the hall
And throws his darts against the wall
He even likes the chatter of checker pieces
And the games he plays with all my nieces
And my nephew, making muscle dolls wrestle
I mean "action figures", they snap like pretzels
And he's not too old to enjoy V-tech
Because he can add his own sound effects
Hissing like snakes, buzzing like dirt dobbers
Now he does war games, cops and robbers
He shoots cap guns "pow", "pow", "pow" in rhythm
We see the enemy and he says, "Let's get 'em!"
Yes I play too, but not as much as he wants
I give out more easily, his energy haunts
Just when I think he's tuckered out like a church mouse
He's screaming and jumping on me in the house
From 6 a.m. until late at night around 9
I love his noises because Caleb is mine
Categories:
balls up, childhood, family, funny, happiness,
Form: Rhyme