I've settled deep within the void,
An emptiness I cannot afford,
It's a journey of infinite tears,
My old age betraying my younger years.
Meds, they linger in my throat,
Hoping, on them I choke,
I wash it down with galvanized steel,
Nope, no thought to repeal.
I am a malignant star,
Nestled deep within a canyon scar,
Blurting out "all hope is lost!"
Covering my eyes, so as not to see the cost.
Brokenness, it did me in,
A lifetime of hell, for a lifetime of sin,
If you love me, don't even bother,
Just let me settle in to the void, for just
Pennies on the dollar.
Language is multidimensional.
Words slither and morph in my brain.
A sentence’s meaning can be a journey.
Once I finally translate what they mean…
Somehow, I can only stutter.
Maybe blurting out a word or two.
Trying to acknowledge them.
But still unable to engage.
In school, you raise your hand and give the right answer.
And then everyone is impressed.
But in the real world the answer is constantly changing.
And raising my hand would only get me laughed at.
And that’s why I’m just a teacher’s pet.
Hello friends and future friends. I hope my
choice of my poetic form is totally absurd.
I don't even know what an Epithalamium is;
so if you are looking for this form, I'm sorry
to disappoint. I haven't posted in awhile, and
perhaps it may be a bit instead of me just
blurting out my mind through my mouth.
I just got vack from a recent trip to
Cartagena, Colombia and have been
writing a collection.
I am going to title it "poems from a broard";
the broad in this case is mi Musa Melissa.
(Maureen, Melissa said you are beautiful
and kept saying "weeeeee" [your last comment]
Presently I am trying to organize poems that
I wrote on my trip as well as a lot written in the
airport waiting to reluctantly leave Cartagena.
Please por favor keep in mind that I would like
to present this as if a book; but know only 10
poems for a period of 24 hours.; so hang in
there with me and I will start to share.
Thanks to all the folks I have met here,
and the folks I hope to meet. Blessings!!!
Got on an elevator during our honeymoon
A rather large lady got on behind and pressed number two
Blurting out, I said
“What about the stairs?”
She replied, “And burn a calorie?" I felt like a buffoon
It describes that moment when someone is so
stressed out and angry that starts blurting out throw
abusive language,
foulest profane language
to gain emotional relief, relieve stress, woe.
~X~X~X~
blurting out
her feelings
on a t-shirt
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Some people have lots to say about nothing
Obsessed, blurting stuff that really needs flushing
Not worth the effort
Planning's quite fruitless
Unless a gorgeous filly starts you a-blushing
Clueless Clara chatters
constantly, blurting out
careless words that create
chaotic confusion
confounding most old folks
causing them to quickly
close off their hearing aids.
A picture of innocence I'm told
when I look in the mirror
that's no what I behold
I see a fake smile
a grin for your benefit
As I struggle to choose my words
I end up blurting out
having diarrhea of the mouth
I laugh it off and kick myself
through silent peals of doubt
be her/him a
rhythm or lead player,
the guitarist may have
an ego the size of
the greatest known
planet, especially if they
are the primary song
writer, for from every
chord they play, every
single note,
comes that first spark
of something that may
never see the light of
day or possibly the next
song which will go
down in the history of
our human melodies
here in this 21st century,
that is until the machine
takes over 100% & can
generate all the remaining
music of the world by
itself, blurting out the
need for us humans
altogether---the guitarist
has it easy in the city,
slinging their axe in a
bag over their back or
carrying easy in a Gator
case & bearing an
acoustic they can pop it
out at any time & pluck away
for the flowing masses
at rush hour for a couple of
pity bucks & then onto the
eve on the stage with the
bright lights bearing down
upon them the possibility of
greatness which secretly they
all seek when coming to the
concrete jungle.
My Pilsbury baker.
Bold rumpshaker.
Peppermint fizz. You tell it like it is.
Confronting people hiding who owes you money.
Knocking on doors at 2 A.M. That's your biz.
Blurting out shocking announcements like an unexpecting quiz.
Your whole entire being from head to toe is soft.
And your innocent sweetness instantly melts everyone's heart.
We love you Gatopap, our big yellow marshmallow.
When trying to understand women
Mr. Spock is my role model
An eyebrow raised in curiosity
Just waiting to hear something illogical (i choose poorly with women :)
But even Mr. Spock
Sometimes gets a wild hair
Like that time he breathed those spores
Then smelling something else in the air
His hair as black as coal
His blue shirt calmly reassuring
But there was definitely something odd
About the way his ears were pointing
Casting aside the advice of friends
Letting a flower’s scent cock his head
But when he started acting like Tom Jones
It caused a state of dread
Fist pumps into the air
Busting a move to ‘Lady’s Night’
Even a hound like Kirk was appalled
When Spock thought he was Napoleon Dynamite
Say What?
As electrifying as a disco ball
Churning lights, sparkling gems
Like Marty Feldman on happy pills
Blurting out, “I’m in LOOOVE, Jim!!!”
So if a sweet smell hits my nose
I’ll remember I’m emotionally impaired
“A man has got to know his limitations”
And next time I’ll take a cold shower
Here I am, back again
with thoughts of all my mild friends
of crazy boys and lovely girls
and mind trips with them, 'round the world
of those who know my green-eyed glow
and share with me my golden snows
of summer times when we would sit
around our fire, gently lit
torching our fears and passive love
expressions that we rarely touch
except when together, the moments drift
engulfing it all, the mileless rift
Alone no more, I sit with you
dreaming of dreams we'll make be true
and time dissolves to kiss our brow
knowing I'll leave, our hands held now
With you, I'm whole and wild and true
and blurting out nonsense and acting a fool
Head on your shoulder, I breathe clear and deep
memories must last me, and these I will keep
so close to my childish, heart-like impressions
there with the rest, I'll always hold precious.
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