Best Fixation Poems
We’re mostly big and contorted
From snacks and diets distorted
If you are still thin
You no longer fit in
Small portions our culture's aborted
Author's note: Just got back from the continent. People are still much leaner there than here. We need to stop filling ourselves and learn to be a little more satisfied with less. It is really OK. Now pass the fries please! BTW, the central market in Florence is a fantastic display of food love, yet the people there are thin. How can this be?
FIXATION
There was music of course
Not the usual sort of girl at least in my fixated estimation
Jump rope
“Winnie the Pooh”
Teddy bear
These survivors unto high school and through
Rather a “flower child’ she
It wasn’t the way she walked although?
She had a dancer’s spring in her step
She wore no perfume
Wasn’t the way she dressed but then I never saw her best
Ah! but that long brown hair a strand always in her face
(one eye’s worth)
And the way it hid her priceless blush
Yes! more than anything the blush!
The question must arise –
Was she beautiful?
Was she pretty?
Cute?
The eyes
The mouth
The nose
High cheek bones
All must be in fine proportion and refined chiseled -
But? with her who could tell?
She had a way of inserting herself
(thrusting is too course a word)
of waltzing right in! of quietly mesmerizing someone
She knew how almost silently bold she was
A ballerina on stage
Every eye on her and she knew it!
It was all about her but I didn’t care
She looked at the floor yet
looked through your eyes and into your heart
No demure
No batting of lashes
No swinging of hips
No soft-talk honey
Oh what a small crowded room with just the two of us
She had that natural mascara
Lips needing no paint
Almost a Middle East complexion
(the basket with snake)
(the oboe)
(sitar)
Teen virtuoso
And I prisoner of the mind the enchanted moment
Movement
Music
Fixation
"I pick it up and turn to a random page and read a sentence - 'Nothing fixes a thing so firmly in the memory as the wish to forget it'."- Matt Haig
The poet's pen trembles and hovers...
inches from the page.
Mascara bleeds as tears smudge
lonely words in
tormented ink possessed with passion.
Infatuated vultures circle
waiting for memories to die but
they never do...
There's this strange fascination,
I carry without contemplation-
it lingers on with infatuation,
as I'm stuck on this fixation.
My mother never taught me this,
I learned this all on my own-
Picture Frames and scrapbooks,
full of the pets in my home.
I always craved more love,
than people could ever give me-
That's why I treat my pets,
as if they were family.
I'm hung up on dressing up,
crazed about homemade treats-
Two dogs sleeping in bed with me,
at the bottom of my feet.
I never let my daughter scream,
for it's never been allowed-
But my dogs can bark as they wish,
too freely and way too loud.
Am I delusional?
To have this addiction to adulation?
For there will never be anything,
as special as their creation.
They have their own house,
in the backward when it's cold-
And God forbid they lay on the couch,
without me to tenderly hold.
I bake some chicken and sirloin,
cuz' famished they'll never be-
Knit warm blankets out of yarn,
while watching TV next to me.
The couch is theirs to rest on,
on their own cushions they lay,
bathed with special doggie bubbles,
every other Tuesday.
I have this crazy captivation,
and hold extreme dedication-
My obsession is I hold veneration,
for my pets with adoration.
July 23, 2017
Donald Trump Fixation
This Donald Trump fixation
A ploy to blind the nation
For, he won't play by the bullies rules
So, the bullies keep the public fooled
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Looking in her eyes
i see the brightest light to burn the skies
and wondered how i lived without her
a smile that would make me wanna start to say she opened up my heart
but then again i wrote it all in a letter
she makes my flaws so small
said you'll never have it all unless you own up to the things that make you tick
and ever since then i've been press set on building my respect so when we meet again you could be my chick
real ****
i don't wanna say i love you
and join in the abuse of the word that would best describe you
alternatives i try to but those are simply lies boo
i just wanna hide you
but you'll never shine so the freedom i''l provide
so that i could feel the pride
of that glimmer in your eyes
when you've gotten all you want
i just wanna hear you say tht i've been there from the start
Hold up hold up
Rewind that
What she say?
“I’m fanatically, addicted see, the way that he be lovin’ me” ”It’s like a drug or
some bad habit since its mine, I got to have it. I just got to have it I’m a fanatic I
just gotta have it I’m a fanatic….”
I think what she’s trying to say is:
I’m rapt up in the conception of MY thoughts FOR you
My mind takes it’s sweet time to meditate on exactly how you infatuate my mental
processes to evaluate how eager I feel when I want to see you
It’s more than just the physical cause I’m gripped by your mental and caught up
in the rapture of love that Anita B. introduced me to
I’m passionately devoted to the cause of making your life immersed in the
ecstasy of cloud nine
When I met you I was on a journey in seventh heaven but once I saw you, I was
so absorbed by the beauty I was engrossed with
That I couldn’t come down off my zealous high
So I guess instead of love at first sight I was overwhelmed and fanatically
preoccupied
You keenly possessed my captivation by the way you WALK
I am overenthusiastic about your smile
My obsession with you is a preview of how I really feel
I haven’t found a word yet that can express how you make my heart skip pit pats
And it reforms to the rhythm of the beats that you speak
You’re like the best thing I’ll ever know.
Make me lose all my teeth cause you are so sweet
I’m spellbound by the way you beyond doubt leave me speechless
Your eyes enthrall me I’m unquestionably mesmerized awestruck when call me.
Needless to say I am Fanatically, ecstatically, and completely fixated.
Fixation of war engulfs the world
To take another person's land in the darkness
Dragging the life force out of good
Shoving change down another's throat
Creating equality that isn't pure or from the heart
Never to return in the womb of new life
Bowing heads of mercy slaughters
No peace of mind
No rest for the wicked
The body of the mortal shell shattered
The light of transfiguration will fade to nothing
The souls within hardens and humility will be long gone
His love for me was divine
My words he’d enshrine
But when it came to his mother
His devotion was deeper and subtler
All her suggestions were commands
This would be done on hands
Her failings he’d refuse to see
Even if it meant leaving me
Her power she wielded over him
Her terror shook his very limbs
His mother-fixation took its toll
Our marriage went on a roll
Its the kids who suffered the most
Of the sham marriage and love ghost
Inspired by a friend’s true story
While I pondered weak and worn
I'm so weary broken bones. These
Battered bones could not roam
Because when bones are busted it's
Brutally bothersome. Now look,
Imagine images of imaginary
Inferior superiority with this fixation.
Simply sample this story.
With wondrous worldly words
Wendy wondered why Barbra, Brian
And Bobby Barrington bounced on
Beds broken by boisterous
Bouncing.
At this hour the creative constitutional
Connection continued with worth
While comprehension where
Everybody's effortlessly elated
Excellently enthusiastically
Exercising exultation etcetera
Etcetera etcetera
Time sweeps away all the hurt
Water washes away all the dirt
The feeling component is how you're art
The healing component is now your heart
You are unbreakable in your hardest times, like a rock
Long hair, innocent eyes but seen sinful times, in your walk
Your breath gives birth to pain, like you're with asthma
Rage, you have but it swims in your veins, you're highly positively, I watch how I approach your plasma
A book is your emotions, I'm reading through the worst
Page after page, digging for the hidden Beauty in your Beast
Flowers don't pick themselves... I found you on the concrete helped you to rose
Dusted off the broken places you have been, and took your wiltered roots into the vase, allowed you to a rose
told that it had nothing to do with
(why me why me why me why me)
you, told that you just weren’t the
(why me why me why me why me)
one, told that you had nothing in
(why me why me why me why me)
common, told that you both did
(why me why me why me why me)
not enjoy the same things, told
(why me why me why me why me)
that there was nothing wrong with
(why me why me why me why me)
your hair, told there was nothing
(why me why me why me why me)
wrong with the way you danced,
(why me why me why me why me)
told that yes you were witty, told
(why me why me why me why me)
that yes you had some good times,
(why me why me why me why me)
told that yes you had been thought
(why me why me why me why me)
to be someone special, told that
(why me why me why me why me)
you shouldn’t change yourself,
(why me why me why me why me)
told that you won’t stay this way
(why me why me why me why me)
forever, told that you will find
(why me why me why me why me)
another, told that you are a great
(why me why me why me why me)
person, told that you aren’t that
(why me why me why me why me)
old, told that you are a wonderful
(why me why me why me why me)
catch, told that it had all been worth
(why me why me why me why me)
something.
I have always had an eye out for chocolate
A dark skinned girl with glossy lips
Guess that's why I can't help myself
Every time I'm around all that sweetness
Its like a craving that never washes off your mouth
Cause everytime I'm this close
I can't help but lick my lips in anticipation
Looking at hers all the time
With my hands itching to trace my way
Over the fine canvas of dark beauty
Warm, heart racing over my touch, that always feels nice
With a great body scent once the wind blows
A dark chocolate complexion with her face glowing
Every time the sun touches her skin
Or as I'd pick her up from the hips
To lift her up like a trophy, but she's more of a crown
I've got my mind fixed on having me a dark skin
So that our kids turn out chocolate
It will be a chocolate dripping down our stairs
A lineage of people embracing our black beauty
The PO£T
I've got a little problem
Some say it ain't so bad
But, yeah, I got a problem
I can't get you out my bed.
Hiding under my pillow
Or vanishing
Beneath the sheets
The blame I place
relates solely
to my need for relief.
I got a
Sexual fixation vexation,
How can I clear my soul?
Of this
Sexual fixation vexation
It owns my mind
and body whole.
It is too easy to master the sadness, of my poetry
Than all the combinations, of winning the lottery
I’ll just think I’m sad, sadness becomes my poetry
I’m already mad and sad; still, I don’t win a lottery
That I decided to have my fixation, on a sad poetry
Than harvesting great sadness, of losing the lottery
There is, at least, one big profit of writing sad poetry
Freeing the pain that you gained, perhaps, in a lottery
So come hand in hand, let us build a world, of poetry
Rather than investing your hope, of winning a lottery