Best Fleshed Out Poems
One tall and gaunt with hooded eyes
The other bearded, bent, time-worn and wise
They relished unfurling their intellectual sails
To seek secrets of wisdom on ancient gales
Two wizened old philosophers in a huddled conspiracy
They picked through the bones of archaic mythology
Pondered the tomes of scholars of yore
Then fleshed out the virtues of masters of lore
They sniffed out the dragons of hateful hypocrisy
Harangued and railed against heinous heresy
Decried the dogmatist's intolerant curse
Then like poets esteemed they trundled through verse
Their furrowed cheeks glowed as the whiskey flowed
Voices gravelled and slurred as their logic blurred
They fumbled and mumbled, weary and weaving
As the dying embers of day, dropped into evening
With their feverish fervour fully feted
They stumbled into the night, agreeably sated!
Categories:
fleshed out, dedication, fun, philosophy,
Form:
Light Verse
At the mercy of anticipatory anxiety, hence...
viz hitted courtesy debilitating panic attacks
Upon waiting for vehicular repair
today November 19th, 2019 at:
CJ'S TIRE & AUTOMOTIVE SERVICES
(1405 S Township Line Rd,
Royersford, PA 19468),
yours truly, i.e. mister re: man
registered lamentable paroxysm.
All thru mein kampf inferiority complex
analogous invisible muscular heft did flex,
quaking, hijacking, agonizing...
jinxed irrevocable hex
re: heredity did initially index
courtesy Boyce and Harris,
who begat me
guaranteed, fixed, decreed...
courtesy accursed lex
lucifer mortal christened
Matthew Scott Harris – insinuated
jackknifed, kickstarted, limned,
machined, nixed, ordered... orifex
encompassing hardiest inscrutable
seminal entry point
penetrated zona pellucida, qua Rex
wrought flawed crown
faulty erroneous biological code,
within body electric mutation
fleshed out, I lament
analogous courtesy neophyte Unix
programmer, yes I hedge
to intimate biological event
upon impregnation sent
reproductive juices into action
miracle whipped processes
wielded unbeknownst advent,
whereby subsequent
cell division manifested,
albeit nine months later enfant
terrible asper:in,
this then newborn gent
lo' within zygote,
every generic ingredient
already harbored yours truly
characteristic weaknesses full extent
unbeknownst until DNA blooper rent
birthed, thence as I developed absent
pronounceable kinks vis a vis
trademark characteristics became present
evinced thru behavioral, emotional,
interpersonal, neurological aberrations
costing me (lake dude...) woebegone descent
wretchedness faux forfeiting every moment
only recent (think today)
entire existence misspent
oddly enough even compromising
ability to serve meant
two daughters, (especially eldest)
decry horrible life pent
up with rage against human machine
referring to paternal birth parent,
whose pathetic example rent
asunder psyches linked with offspring
hence, I best ought to have
joined a convent (ha).
Twas really only of late,
I realized fuller blown extent
house zing deplorable... state
absolute zero scholastic, tete a tete
opportunistic, generic, athletic...
*****sapien astride oblate
spheroid devoid of any
marketable skill doth resonate.
Categories:
fleshed out, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
I Am Touched
I am touched.
You came to me in spirit,
As it should be,
And though I can hear the steel rumblings
Of the outside neurotic world,
I can hear your silent ghost voice squealing there,
As with a trumpet pealing,
With gnashing heralds afoot;
We timorous pawns cover the ground
For a fool and a twit.
But you came to me in spirit,
What is it you want to say?
“There is no capacity here
For any real truth because the fools,
Are running the film sequences,
With a creative terror unmatched
Since the old epochs,
When the ignorant wrote fat empty volumes
To the darkness, and its bottomless chasms
Of pyrite doctrines,
Designed by more fleshed-out fools,
With noses bleeding of putrid malignancies,
To entrap the masses with lies
And determined deceptions.
There is no space here for anything remotely true,
As a mirage feeds
Nothing upon nothing, in the dry wind.”
You came to me in spirit, so,
Am I touched? Did you steal
My drowsy and still mind
For an hour in the dark night,
And tattoo those words upon my soul
So that I could fearfully turn back?
I do not want this responsibility,
Oh spirit ghost, oh you with
Gray shoulders and red hemorrhaging earlobes,
Arrived back from the old epochs.
I am touched.
.
Categories:
fleshed out, feelings,
Form:
Free verse
En Em E
The enemy is the end of me by any means necessary. The enemy makes it clear that she is threatened by the anointing that is on me. The wrath of the enemy’s path is violent and nasty. Antagonistic behavior results in opposition coming down fast like the force of gravity.
Friend or foe
Opponent or rival
Adversary
My nemesis
Assailant for hire
Kill the enemy that lies within me? The Lord Jesus Christ is the only one who can save me, me from myself of destructive behavior. My soul is bankrupt from dishonesty and anger. Fleshed out, carnal and mundane, my natural body will not cooperate, I cannot sustain
Friend or foe
Opponent or rival
Adversary
My nemesis
Assailant for hire
The enemy in me
Will not be the end of me
By any means necessary!
Categories:
fleshed out, conflict,
Form:
Pantoum
You're nothing more than a song
or a crude sculpture that i made
I made you into something beautiful
but you're not
I handcrafted this illusion
a pitiful scheme in love
a lie upon a story
covering up a truth I had forgot
I painted you a picture
a gallery of lies and desire
all this art fleshed out in nothing
even their beauty had no chance in your fire
You were my sun shining through the rain
my placebo to fight back the endless pain
You were my Christmas in the coldest Winter
But now I see what I wouldn't remember
It's true that I'm nothing more than a spineless coward
too much heart to feel impowered
So I guess I hid you away
I made you into something not real so you would stay
I hate to ran on my parade
but even now I wish you had staid
Categories:
fleshed out, friendship, lost love, love,
Form:
Lyric
isolated
conduits
of frontal forms
poses portrayed
figurative
fantasies
finessed
obsessed introspectives
intense
expressive lines
in focussed reflections
silhouetted studies
fleshed out
sensual depictions
emphasised
in
precocious
pictorial perceptions
Categories:
fleshed out, art, tribute,
Form:
Ekphrasis
She fleshed out lines
of scarlet red
Poured from her heart's
bruised vein she bled
Two cuts divided
their king sized bed.
Sheath exposed, nerves unveiled
Painful memories, her words revealed
Breaths taken in, never exhaled.
With guided pen, her eyes sealed tight
She left for him, a wrong made right
A last goodbye,
that scarlet night.
Categories:
fleshed out, deep,
Form:
Rhyme
This poem's first intention (and its heart), is it would serve
both you and me. It serves me best, perhaps, because muse leads
me to myself, to things I did not know I felt (or knew!)
I rarely have life lesson planned (fleshed out) that I would share,
I'm more a child on sea-lapped beach who finds a pretty shell
(to eyes I own, at least), whose beauty does reflect on me.
All poetry I share, is heart I wear 'exposed on sleeve'
that I would have you judge, in truth (through lenses you have brought
that serve your life)! And your perspective on my verse is heart
that you wear on your sleeve (at least to me!) I do not fault
your sex or race, I'm drawn you're drawn to poem's fragile trace
I dream I leave behind, fast fading colors of past life.
Time's change can cancel games! I value friends far more than wife
though wife who's friend's gold too (I'd say)! Life owned's just empty space.
You might as well count days we'll live (mere dream that you exalt)!
I value rhyme and rhythm too and both I count life's art.
But openness of heart, of soul, is more than afterthought
(both masterstrokes of masterpiece!) Best Life! So I believe!
Last stanza's hard for me this time (who hopes, in truth, to free
folks more to be themselves)! If heart deceives, I swear as well
its path lies in God's Will for you. Perfection does not dare
to dream it's wrong! Let imperfection be pride's song, the glue
that binds us to Christ's Grace! Humilities invest good deeds
with prayer that we're in God's Will (and somehow keep our nerve!)
Brian Johnston
2nd of January in 2023
Categories:
fleshed out, love, poetry, writing,
Form:
Rhyme
Das papa anathema & furor he hiss toward patriarchal hierarchy
Courtesy mine eldest sister Amelie
Beth (thirteen plus months my senior),
whose maternal love equals heart as emoji,
she nsync with other kith and kin
painstakingly fleshed out family tree,
formerly severely uprooted, me
knowledge of ancestry
truncated, denuded..., bereft
any extended offshoots you see,
thus without doubt earned a priori
gene nee us award for peopling bee
silly decorative swallowtail and
wild asparagus coat of arms motif,
but particularly her artistry
paternal branch Harris and
maternal Russian limb named Kuritsky,
yet now unwittingly feel stumped
I ruminate, speculate, tabulate..., re:
garding one or more descendent did trumpet
objectionable bent with bias, decadent,
flagrant... haughty jarring averse trait
invariably patriarchal heir arch key
impossible impossible to hold figurative tongue
and rebuke stereotypical tendency
resigning, excluding, kraaling..., privileges
to any persons except Caucasian wealth thee
males, who fathered established, commandeered...
western civilization paradigm, I smart
with displeasure at gross injustice curtailed free
choice to acquire unshackled life, liberty,
and pursuit amidst avast booming population,
whose supposed inalienable rights blithely
usurped and denigrated creed, ethnicity,
and indisputably those with frizzy
hair still evident this late date two thousand
nineteen, I decry, grieve, lament,... particular lee
how women haint got no choice - chattel
to grand poobahs - to terminate pregnant sea
really irksome, when predicted on incest, rape
non viable offspring...violation this
garden variety poetaster recoils with knee
jerk loathsome, how young females jailed
if they undergo abortion
(with unwanted, unloved, unborn..., bay bee
thru no fault in their own stars),
punishment nasty, brutal and abhorrent
essentially enslaving the gentler sex lee
ving terror and horror, when peering into mirror
ogre looming ready to strangle gal lest she
obey mandate else...
Categories:
fleshed out, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Epic
that bruised and contused
epidermis after a skirmish
bandaged and anti-somethinged
for whatever next is coming
that fleshed out scathe of
open wound from what was said
and the way the knife turned
as it quickly sliced out pride
some diligent nursing will
form some scars to cover
the vulnerability felt, raw
but too, will deaden the nerve
lord, to be like you
and forgive for what they do
defeathered and skinned
soul bared from within
thin skin or no skin
what matters most
is what's within
close to the bone
the marrow of the matter
© Goode Guy 2011-09-09
Categories:
fleshed out, forgiveness, health, nature, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
She’d say
you used to
pen little notes
to me
used to text
me
all the time
used to
make a nice
dinner on
some nights
and talk to
me for awhile.
you used to
tune into
me
when I talked
used to smile
at me always
used to
throw me
anywhere
and show
me why I
mattered
I should have
told her why
but by then
retreat was
complete I
used to drift
where I would
imagine the
thoughts I
wanted to say
wanted to share
wanted to feel
where I would
talk about
forgiveness
letting go
moving past
perceived wrongs
and dead pauses
and bad timing
and change
and vagrant looks
and wrong choices
but then
no matter
it was decided
always before I
ever decided
to stop the bleeding
I should have
said that she
never listened
never gave ground
to get beyond
her ugliness
her jealousies
her insecurities
her pettiness
her retribution
for a thousand
paper cuts
She said I inflicted
I should have
regrouped
come at it
a different way
no matter
she always decided
We should have
quit way back
when the
liquid band aids
started this
theatre run
doomed almost from
the start
all those lights
actors called in
scabs really
to play parts
which were
hastily sketched
around fragile love
not fleshed out
barely rehearsed
it’s no wonder
I used to and I should have
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Categories:
fleshed out, relationship,
Form:
Free verse
It's Friday night, work's days complete.
But years inform each week's retreat.
Youth 'gives' five days and hopes to 'get'
for two at least (their pace to vet)!
More selfish think all service cursed
and dream the Bible's truth's reversed
(God's blessings earned by 'good' we do
on Sundays sitting in a pew)!
Yes, faith may save, but 'Blind Faith' kills!
Who clothes the golden daffodils?
They stretch toward Sun (do they have thoughts?),
trash pushed aside by juggernauts.
Were Noah's woods what fleshed out ark
or trees (pre-Noah's time) its spark?
To seek true Bliss each servant's right
(All days aren't weekends, friend?) Good night!
Long Tooth
October 16th in 2021
Categories:
fleshed out, faith, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
“Why do I always try and fly Puddin’?
Still somethin’ feels like it’s pullin’.
Weapons, poison, I’ll go grab my mallet
dangerous bombshell come and get it!”
“I love you, Pumpkin Pie, get me out of jail,
I’ll send them a calling card in the mail.”
They went over such a flawless scam,
Joker and his protege’ the Harley Quinn;
Every idea a bit more convoluted,
they just want the guards executed;
Surrounded by doctors and locked doors,
eyes on destruction and a stolen car;
“I’ll just go make a couple of pipe bombs
Not to worry Mr. J soon we will be gone.“
“If we get separated just get kiting,
There won’t be a need for classless fighting.
All the pandemonium in the halls,
they won’t be able to watch us all.”
‘A simple goal for her.’ Joker thought,
Harley has been so perfectly taught;
The dance of the Arkham Asylum,
the condemnation of a dirty slum;
Psycho with a woman on her knees,
Bent psychiatrist she can steal the keys;
“Puddin’ can you imagine the frenzy?
They always seem to underestimate me.”
Joker looked at her “It will be fine,
they won’t see it coming this time.”
As they sat in closed session,
they fleshed out the coming deception;
Parted ways with smiles so bright,
saw freedom and fell asleep that night;
Delusions rose with the morning Sun,
they can’t stop until their mission is done;
Harley and the patient right on time,
handed Joker the keys turned on a dime;
Quietly he sat regarding their plot,
waiting to hear Harley’s first gunshot;
Hopped up with a laugh began to sprint,
monitoring the halls ever vigilant;
Found Harley heard the sound of the alarm,
Headed to the car running arm and arm;
Berserk Harley and Joker fit like a glove,
Happily ever after in psychotic love.
Categories:
fleshed out, character, crazy, emotions, feelings,
Form:
Couplet
La Loba rose with the sun barely glancing over the desert’s surface.
This old hag was as reliable and necessary
as the fall dearth marching toward the spring’s refrain.
She carried with her a sack in which to store her cache.
La Loba shuffled through the sand searching for the bones.
A small piece,
here or there,
or a fully formed skeleton might emerge
not yet scattered by the cold March wind.
Treasures in tow,
she dragged them along the pathless sands
returning to the rock outcropping that was her home.
La Loba forms a spiral of these pieces of humanity,
circling to the vortex which is her.
In these bones lie the indestructible potencies
of the indomitable soul of womankind’s existence.
Calling back the disjointed and dying pieces of our world
she spins a spell to invigorate the bones of female intuition.
Each bone begins to flesh out,
Growing each a separate creature
The fleshing bones crackle,
as new growth appears upon it.
Blood throbs beneath the skin
Creating new growth to each new bud of reborn growth.
La Loba tosses the fleshed out half formed creatures
out across the earth among the women that she finds.
Each woman,
Writhing in the constraints,
of the straightjackets within which they live.
Each has the chance to choose to take on
the responsibilities that come with La Loba’s gift.
Our responsibility to show the world
that La Loba’s breath has touched our brow
and live a life inclusive of the Wild Child we now comprehend.
Categories:
fleshed out, myth,
Form:
Free verse
Mildred
1. Like the flick of a brush to a canvas, her world was tainted by his love. Barely psychotic.
Led by the armor he wore, she rose like a phoenix. It was fierce and unapologetic.
His crooked smile and throaty laugh lulled her in, a fresh breath of summer.
She raised her kids in absence, somehow forgot how to be a mother.
2. She sought his love like a needle in a haystack while he wove the hair of another.
She ignored us when we were hungry and depressed, when in the arms of his father.
In the presence of the Lord, she asked for an heir—a blood clot connection,
Wanting something much deeper than the bond between a father and a son. A transparent deception.
3. One, two, three miracle strips down the latrine basket. "Better luck next time," she sighed.
She spent nights under tents of stars, wishing for a shooting star instead.
Oh, Kindred!
One, two, three years our hearts were fleshed out by silence and betrayal.
Mother's treasoned to blatant denial.
4. Placing the phone on your bed, awaiting his calls?
For sure, the second Dad is not coming back!
How do I explain to my siblings?
His phone had not been hacked.
5. Karma is a , always whining in her free time.
Mom lost her greatest battle, without ever going to war or searching for mine.
The haunting truth shone in our unalike faces.The second dad was never ours.
And she should not act with bias.
6. A woman and three children he secretly had,
And the eldest and prettiest was called Mildred.
My mom lives in oblivion, their father in the naive arms of his l'amour de la vie.
Categories:
fleshed out, break up, child abuse,
Form:
Free verse