Best Alarmingly Poems
Follow Your Heart
Father Time has brought us safely thus far
And our future is not tied to some distant star.
We’ve always had each other’s arms
That kept us together and safe from all harm.
Yet, all our yesterdays now stand alone.
And we know that tomorrow is not cast in stone,
Where once we saw happiness, now there is pain
It seems memories and heartaches are all that remain.
So, when life seems the darkest and troubles appear
And all the world’s dangers, alarmingly near,
Remember our love - let it play its part
And don’t be afraid to follow your heart.
Written By John Posey
06/15/13
My three-year-old son stood next to me
as I watered our garden of flowers
The zinnias nodded their blossoms
As if grateful for garden hose showers
A firework array, was that garden display
Of pinks, yellows, orange,
Purple, red
When my son asked the cutest of
Questions to me
In the darlingest way ever said
As he eyed that large bumbling bee
That he found alarmingly too close to me
Not quite in fear, as its buzzing drew near
And it sampled of pollens so dear
But at his first sight of that yellow bright fuzz
And the loud droning volume of that giant bee's buzz
He just needed to know all was right
He asked
"Mommy? Do humming bee's bite?"
First there was the glamorized Birdman of Alcatraz
While in the White House lived Lady Bird and Lucy Bird
Sesame Street, of course, brought us all Big Bird
The world of sports has given us a birds-eye view of
Larry Bird, Mark 'the Bird' Fydrich, not to mention
Birdie Tebbetts… We're used to 'watching the birdie'
in golf too, and even -- alarmingly enough --
Did you just hear a cuckoo?
We all know that the early bird gets the worm
~ But really, who wants a worm?
They say confessional poetry is repressed sexuality, I believe it don’t you?
I’m a man who puts sanctions on his mind, and chains around my soul, wall's surrounding my own heart.
It has been so long since my bare skin has felt the bare skin of a girl, so long, that I do not want to even begin to imagine when,
Was the last time I locked lips with a girl, held her hand, or stroked her willing hair with my eager hands,
Oh how long it has been.
I’m an idealistic guy who chooses to shut myself into this sanctuary, my own isolation.
A man who tortures his own heart, with a soul that screams and a mind that is close to falling apart.
Infected by rumination.
Imagination suffocated by expectation.
Lofty goals and desperate attempts to achieve some jaded sense of moral fulfillment.
Any meager milestone that will put this ambition to rest, motivated by stress, obligations, and promises best left repressed.
So hopeful a dreamer who, like a young child I reach to the sky, stand tall for a little while then take an all too familiar slide into depression,
A self-created, self-directed, self-manufactured tragedy.
But self-determined to feed this wild ambition, this reservoir of fire.
An energy so shockingly, so alarmingly evident in everything I do, so competitive, so confrontational, so controversial, all I want is to be conversational.
I don’t blame the world for my troubles, we all have burdens to bear, crosses to carry, thoughts that vary.
We choose to be positive or cynical, an optimist, a motivator or a pessimist, to be inspired, to be admired, to receive respect, to let go of regrets.
To love, and to be loved, to be touched and not resist, to give in but not up our inhibitions, to just be freely in this moment, if only for a moment, to let our bodies dance.
To not be critical of romance, to have peace with this world, if only for a day, then today is the day,
That I need a Girl.
When did business ethics
find roots in science
rather than re-connecting
humane re-ligion?
Thereby exempting,
divorcing,
earning a merely fair
and acceptable free economic pass
to continue extraction
exploitation
to build corporate empires
divorced from religion's incorporated
GoldenRule win/win ethics,
Including
family fair play
of sacrificially co-redemptive moral values
on altars of messianic
bodhisattva sacred smoke
and self/other co-reflective mirrors
Meming little everyday issue miming,
like don't neglect our long-term health care planet,
Like take care of our homes
and local communities
so we, together,
can continue keeping each Other
healthy and safe.
How alarmingly Old Indigenous School
it feels to interdependently belong
to green matriarchal
DNA regenerative systemic roots
of habitual healthy instincts
Sensory and sexual
re-connecting
re-ligioning
vocational secularized sacred employments
In cooperative wise gratitude
for MotherEarth's naturally enspirited
enlightened
empowering regenerative
ecofeminist
green graced bowing attitude
Positive
and cooperative
nonzero-emergent
polycultural
WinEgo to Win EcoSystemic health/wealth climates
of resilient integrity
Rooted in sacred Right hemispheres
and cooperatively regifted
in co-empathic secular co-arisings
Heaven's Light uprising brings
and rebrings,
turns
and returns day
and night
Earth's health-powered
ReSalvific ClimateJustice
Which, to my left hemisphere,
is all about careful autonomous control
and scrupulously quantitative best
NonZeroSum cooperatively owned emergence
toward inclusive multicultural planning
for WholeEarth health/wealth
optimization
To which my right hemisphere responds
looking for healthier four-square lyrical fond
of some things hoping for a miraculous beat,
comfortable with seasonal reasoned rhythms repeat
not quite so hopelessly white patterned arches
resting on male privileged marches
Busyness roots in monetized science
thereby left hemisphere exempting artistic
everyday eco-political experience
from GoldenRule expiring
Win/Win re-connecting
re-ligioning EarthDay
natural/spiritual cooperative
co-invested polyculturing ethics.
We were friends for years
Then you alarmingly disappeared
With no notice, no warning
To my heart, it's jarring
It's pierced my inner core
I won't be seeing you anymore
We always planned to have that drink
And carry on about the good ole days
I know you're in a better place
I don't know why we stayed away
When we were kindred spirits from the start
It wasn't about the drink or my boozing
It was fear that you wouldn't deem me amusing
Reflecting after learning you're gone, we would have picked up right where we left off.
Make time for those who count
If the love was there at the onset, there will never be a doubt
Make sure those who occupy your heart
Know they're eternally loved
Before they're suddenly gone
And you are hollow, empty, vacant
Lamenting their loss
Make time for that drink
Don't sleep on it
Stew over it
Think you're not worthy
Or they no longer value you
Let that sink in
Treasure those near and dear, my friends
For the Lord's gonna call them home one day
And you can't pinpoint the time when you'll see them again
P erpetual swagger
I ntoxicating personality
Z ing to the zang of everything
A ttractively styling
Z ealous attitude of royalty
Z enith of attributes
Constantly loyal to charisma. Alarmingly charming
R eciprocating LOVE in a secret escapade
E nding all CAUTIOUS behavior
N eeding the amorous touch of your lover's hand
D angerously close to being detected heart to heart
E ven in a tormented embrace, do not depart
Z enith of two LOVERS
V ivaciously drinking in each other's presence at Valentine's day
O ptimal BRAND NEW LOVE affair, true secrets never tell
U nbelievable emotions alarmingly charming
S oliciting some strange sentiments and experiencing deja vu
On a sofa we're lying
My true love and I
She's wiggling and sighing
She thinks I'm touching her thigh
She's getting excited and passionately we kiss
But I am most curious to find out what made her like this
I soon find the culprit who is making her sing
A beautiful butterfly flickering its gossamer wings.
The butterfly rises gracefully into the air
We carry on our passion without any care
Caressing each other’s bodies your words I love to hear
Whispering your sweet nothings into my waiting ear
Slowly you undress me I can feel my beating heart
Our bodies come together I hope they never part
Soon we are making love our bodies rise and fall
Gosh we better hurry up my mother’s due to call
We never heard Mum knocking and more alarmingly
When she came into the room you were sat on top of me
Don't mind me she whispers, Carry on oh daughter mine
Be sure to ride your stallion to the winning line
Then she went into the kitchen to make a cup of tea
Leaving us on the sofa, Giggling uncontrollably
We walked into the kitchen both wearing a deep red glow
She scalded, Don't be silly, I was young once myself you know.
That night as we lay in bed my hand cupping your breast
I thought I felt that butterfly landing on my chest
Then I realised it was deep inside where I felt those tiny feet
My heart was growing more content with every single beat
Next evening in your little black dress you look a true sensation
The night we had looked forward to exceeded both of our expectations
Everything was perfect, the meal, the wine, the dance
Forever we'll have memories of our butterfly romance
26th May 2014
Written By Jan Allison & Darren Watson
The Don, the Boss, El JEFE, El Patron mas feroz.
Born and bred to relinquish the rules, exploit the fools, and elude the FEDs
Andando sin cuerda en los calles de Medellin, Don Pablo nacio con hambre y
sed "Pues Claro mijo, por que yo no soy ningun estrella bonito. I came to
conquer this world, an d steal from Los Ricos." He'd say, thus being his
mission objective.
Medellin, Colombian wasn't you're everyday plot of Land or tale of glory.
Mountanous landscapes, alarmingly temptuous women, and love stories.
Cocaine paid the drug Cartels en route to the most lucrative drug trade
Escobar swore that he would dig his own grave, if he wasn't a millionaire
by the age 22, so he stole and he killed with cold-hearted skill engraved
into the Soul of a man possessed by El Diablo mas bravo que el Fuego.
El nino Pablito, un nino de Cielo... Gano todos sus Exitos sin nada de miedo.
Yeah, yeah, yeahh. He killed, he robbed, his thrill was the mob! So WHAT??
He was a sick man, a smart man, could form a mile of sand into contraband.
He was N-U-T-S. Pues si, claro caballeros, mas que todo Loco pero mas que
nadien Astuto. He bought land, he bought planes, he negotiated business
just by the drop of his Name. I won't judge, and I won't budge, the fact is
the man made so much money that FORBES had to nudge, he was rated.
In retrospect, history teaches us many lessons concerning human behavior.
You take a man from any walk of life and fill him with a tenacious Ambition
and it won't matter how the chips fall, because if he isn't holding the Ace's
he's strategizing to rig the deck of cards, already ahead of the races. Look,
Im not the guy you puts these guys in cuffs, and I ain't the guy that honors
this stuff, But I will tell you this -- Pablo Escobar understood something that
the rest of the world won't, or can't. Fear in the presence of action can and
will override ruling powers and force their submission. Lo llamaron un "Robin
Hood", y El Patron De Mal. Indeed, he figured out a way to divide and Conquer.
Pangiota’s Personal Meeting with Oscar Winner,
George Chakiris of “West Side Story”…. 1961
You were alarmingly affable and delightful.
Accepting, and so very, very sweet,
To have a special-one on one with you.
Heavenly, and nearly swept me off my feet!
I had asked the club host, if I could meet with you.
He went to check and said, surely, after he
finished his act.
I pinched my forearm hard, to see if I were dreaming,
or was this real and a fact.
The audience, that night listened to your charming
songs and storiries, with a divine glue.
I had seen you so many times in the original movie-musical,
West Side Story.
Your ability to charm and audience and put them at ease,
was
something I wanted tolearn.
My stomach got all a bubbly and began to churn.
The very idea, that I was about to meet you
face to face, made we gleam with glory.
Escorted to your dressing room, I felt like royalty~
a precious princess!
The door opened and there you were, far more handsome
than on a movie screen.
I asked for tips on how to relate to an audience,
as he did it with such a magical sheen!
George was not only affable, but a shining ship of
finesse!
I was not with George, very long, but he was welcoming
and so majestically charming.
I wondered what he thought of me, the brunette, in the
lush,green velvet beret!
Meetings like this, so enchanting, after all,do not happen
everyday.
But I welcome such events with open arms and find them….
anything but alarming!
Notes. George Chakiris, as Bernardo,won an Oscar for best
supporting actor with Natalie Wood as Maria, in the Leonard
Bernstein musical, “WEST SIDE STORY, “ 1961.
God's organic clothes are coming unglued,
seasonal seams tearing apart,
emerging alarmingly chaotic
whatever, dissonance?
Supremely straight white noise?
Next time,
I'll recover your naked monolithic culture
in clothes of hard rooted wood
and yet how would you wear them?
Who could?
Perhaps we did
when God grew a tree
like earthy S/He.
Children of Me/We healthy trees
defectively praying for underfed worker bees
while ripping apart Earth's fertile forests
becoming undressed deserts
Unflowing river sand beds
bereaving naked tree trunks
Dead dry
senseless
sexless headstones
where future children of trees
would otherwise have grown moist fruit,
divinely dressed.
VAMPIRE
I’ll tell you of Willard Van Drood
An alarmingly strange young dude
Young Willard, to all, seemed so harmless
Was so freaking plain, utterly charmless
Kids might ask him out to play
But young Willard always slept all day
At night when sister went off to bed
Willard crept around the house instead
The lad was so very bony and tall
Was never seen to eat at all
Light afoot he seemed to glide
In and out, just loved to hide
Sister Suzy, as usual, fast asleep
Didn’t see weird Willard peep
No one heard poor Suzy cry
The police found her body white and dry
When mother asked where Willard had been
Willard mounted a toothy grin
“Mother, dear, I couldn’t sleep
Nothing came of counting sheep
Then I had this awful thirst
I tell you mom I must be cursed
I gave old dad a goodnight peck
Under his chin, right on his neck
When I left his eyes were open wide
His fist clenched, tight, by his side”
Young Willard hung his head in shame
Then did his mom the very same
amphetamines acquaintanceship assuages
agonizing aches also advocates amorousness
assiduously activating admiration
aggressive attacks assault afoul
affable affinity and affectionadumbration
anatomical accidental addiction attested as academic,
although afterward abnegation absolutely arduous,
affianced attired apparently as an anomaly
Ares and Abyssinian Astarte admixture
acquiescence affliction affected adroitly,
and abruptly abends accessible
altruistic alms axed
albeit admonishing, alluding,
and attributing authored
autonomous anonymous adroit arriviste agents
accompanying as accomplished accomplices
accredited ace advertisers
applaud ascendent assaults amidst agonizing appeals
acting all acrimoniously apropos
avowedly ardently, and antagonistically, agitating
appositely advocating ancillary assistance
addict adrift afloat anchors away
along, among, and an alias archenemy -
adorned abominable assassin alters ambition
adroitly, aggressively, absolutely
addict announces asseveration
against avid admonishment
alarmingly annulling authentic affiliation
anew anonymous ability acclaims alignment
aegis actually adversarial abetting attrition appetite
acceleration ascendent after aplenty anesthetization
additionally activating arced analogous arrow
advancing added abdominal and arterial agony
abject ambivalence arrests accomplishments attainable
any artistic avocation absconded
asper auditorial approbation, animadversion
artificial aggrandizement abrogates astuteness
appropriate adjudication affronted
alternative afforded amnesty about acing audioslave
as ambition assumes arriviste affectation
already appalling alacrity awakens amendment
although Awol administration adamant
acrimonious affront agonizingly attributable
announces another afterworld
apparent ailing apparition
ardent allegiance asking anyone appreciable affix
apathy abounds attending apriorism allotment.
I'll never forget how
she cornered me
outside the lecture hall
with her downcast eyes,
looking so respectful.
I thought women were
supposed to look
just like that.
I spent evenings in her company.
She made me supper of beans and greens.
Ellen was studying nutrition.
In my mind it wasn't a high profession.
She was a practical person
with concrete attitudes.
But there was a twist to her,
a sadness that called for
my special talents.
Sitting at her table
became a staple of my life.
It was only when I developed
a tenderness toward her that things changed.
She stood at the cabinet drawer
looking for needle and thread.
I came up behind her,
suddenly driven by a gush
of something physiological.
I touched her hand.
She withdrew alarmingly.
Lesbianism was illegal in those days.
Ellen's partner was a butch named Maxine.
She called her Max.
I would be an appearence.
Not my charm
but my availability
made her wait for me.