Long Meanly Poems

A morning spent with nurses.
A sharp pain in my side, like a spear being plunged
In my right side when I laughed, sat up or sat down.
Pain in my eyes, and my stomach.
Sharp, mean, angry pain.
I...

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Make haste to befriend the toro meanly reared away from spectator prying eyes
         by dread alone the bull is nurtured and prodded to terrify
   ...

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All we eat is elk meat, boiled elk, roasted elk, elk jerky
sometimes fried elk if we get bear or whale oil,
oh, and sometimes elk soup,
for four months we've subsisted exclusively on elk
except for occassional dog...

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Disappointment /// Disillusioned

If only it could be known ?, if it be told
why my youngest Child, becomes meanly bold.
If only the truth be seen, the tale would unfold.
Regardless – she in my heart – I...

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It's a big pile of crap
When your talking all your smack
About the way others live
Here's some advice I will give
I would rather be a prude
Than loud, obnoxious and rude
Making others always think
They are no good...

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Hey you, dear reader!
You over there
immersed in this fairy world
lost in this wonderland!
"Mon semblable, mon frère"!
What if
life goes awry
and plans do stray
from the intended course
from the traced way
without a cause?
Won't you crave to have a...

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She exudes the struggle of acquiring autonomy from her “faux mother” charmingly characterized. dramatized, and energized by Jamie Lee Curtis. The ladder reputable, suitable and quantifiable role as  Doctor Tess Coleman transfixed at the...

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I stand here in front of myself, yelling, stop.
Loudly, authoritatively, sometimes meanly.
Because I know the damage I can do with an angry face, or a disappointed demeanor, worst of all, an “I-hate-you” stance.  
Releasing...

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I pass the woman, but when I meet her sad brown eyes,
Something godly stirs within me, and I sagely feel,
We have a vast spiritual connection, with no surprise
Heart demands for me to bring her a...

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I am a dreamer but I don’t dream big
I am even stuck in one of my very ancient dreams

It was a dream that became torturous  
Dragons stomping on all the rainbow colors

Seraphim dying in...

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How my raw heart raved
At the news of your departure
For them that can read 
The sands of a forlorn heart
Will the rains ever come again
And hover my lover back to me?

I groped for the blind...

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A girl with so many sorrows
yet she is happy in this mean world.
No one sees her tears 
Or is it that they can't see?
They are hidden behind 
her beautiful eyes, 
which deceives them and,
make them...

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Do not skulk, my mother said, sternly, meanly, and often.
How could I not? I asked myself. We are skulking birds, are we not?
Your bill is too black, my brother cautioned me. Try to tone it...

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Villanelle : The lesson cannot just be one life’s lost

     for Trayvon Martin’s parents

The lesson cannot just be one life’s lost
   When all around daily thousands are crushed
Small lives...

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It is in heaven I shall live forever
the earth is my floor
and the sky is my canopy
it sends the rains to make rivers
to water me and grow me plants
for a simple sustenance
and for me a...

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I am terrified of pink clocks
magnified with blue striped locks
they are crude and meanly loud
some are also big and proud
stay away, you bad pink clocks
my cousin is one, he simply mocks

nightmare dream of pink clocks
truth...

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I was known as the donut queen. My husband was Frost Away Boy.
Together we were known as Sweetie Number One and Sweetie Pie.
He was Pie. I was Number One, of course.
I am a Gemini; we...

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Being fragile is a curse
Every day it's worse and worse
Trying to be sweet and kind
Then someone crosses the line
Causing me to shake and shiver
All I do is sadly quiver
I don't like the confrentation
But this scared...

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Where did she go? I wonder.
For she is nowhere about.
I think she stepped into a quagmire, our muse offers.
This does not seem plausible. 
A muddy, mucky, grayish quagmire, our muse says meanly.

Willing myself into a...

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Alas Dear Madam

Alas, dear Madam, have I thee wronged
by gesture, savage word, or deed,
thus giving thee cause for sorrow,
importuning your heart to bleed?

Have I, dear Madam, given thee
injury so rank and so low
as to merit...

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Alas Dear Madam

Alas, dear Madam, have I thee wronged
by gesture, savage word, or deed,
thus giving thee cause for sorrow
importuning your heart to bleed?

Have I, dear Madam, given thee
injury so rank and so low
as to merit...

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Happily ensconced in a glimmering tree
Wearing buckle belts on his pudgy left knee
The old Vogan king took a potshot at me.

My men promptly snatched him up and threw him down
Tore off his wig, his shirt,...

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Kirk goes back to practised cadence,
With it he hits ears, no conscience,
Great stir in a once mute audience,
Afresh bides his time: Great Patience…

Talks triggered between close sitters
That a night guard steals embitters:
His straight sack: more...

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This poem was a forest fire; it burned me up as I read it
I was supposedly the writer. 
But was I?

Voices inside me are laughing, taking credit, kicking me to the curb.
My next poem is...

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I'm waching the clock its screaming tick tock 3 o'clock with homework not done im already gone out of this world with one ood friend she helps me out she calls me chout once again...

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