Long Wallflower Poems
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see Your word yet Please be Patient I was not expecting such a Great response You may
send in more than one word(per : Brian Strand, Dane Ann, and Sean Kelly) Thank-YOU
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Coffee --- The Person Upon Whom You Cough --- Sean Kelly
Flabbergasted --- Appalled At The Extra Weight I've Gained --- Sean Kelly
Hollywood --- Decorative Christmas Forest --- Sean Kelly
Reliable --- Being Able To Successfully Tell Untruths ---Sean Kelly
Hypnosis --- Your Sister Who Refuses Her Hip Operation --- Sean Kelly
Coffee --- Life's Spark Plug --- Karen O'Leary
Wallflower --- Take Five - Hand Jive --- Brian Strand
Bank Promissory Note --- My Gosh, What Tosh --- Brian Strand
Clueless --- Oh No - Clouseau --- Brian Strand
Futures Trading --- I Bet - You Sweat --- Brian Strand
Still Life --- Tableau Stage Show --- Briand Strand
Hobo --- No Bread - in Shed ---Brian Strand
Taize-Rondo --- Sung Low ---Brian Strand
Chaplin --- No Sound Around --- Brian Strand
Rsvp --- See You - Chez Nous --- Brian strand
Veni, Vedi, Vici --- Old Ode, In Code --- Brian Strand
Dear John --- Sweetheart, We Part --- Brian Strand
C A I - Misspell - Ssh Don't Tell --- Briand Strand
One Party State --- I Choose - You Loose ---Brian Strand
Conredanse --- Line Dance - In France --- Brian Strand
Democracy --- Fair Do's -You Choose --- Briand
Charleston --- Kick Feet - Off Beat ---Briand Strand
WIKIPEDIA --- Free Facts - Unpacked ---Briand Strand
Blog (1) --- Essay Today --- Brian Strand
Blog (2) --- Bio To Show --- Brian Strand
Solid State --- Opacity Capacity --- Robert A. Dufresne
Not Fit For Purpose --- Useless, I Guess --- Brian Strand
Off The Record --- You Wrote My Note --- Brian Strand
Press Release --- Off Pat - No Chat --- Brian Strand
Intuition --- Sat - Nav Less --- Brian Strand
Xylophone --- Music's Home --- Dane Ann
X-Ray --- Bone Inspector --- Dane Ann
Zeal --- Eagerness Squeal --- Dane Ann
Zoo --- Animal Crew --- Dane Ann
Don't laugh at people
You may laugh at yourself
Didn't I say "yourself"?
Do you take things literally?
Are you liberal?
It depends on what you are asking
Liberty - yeah
Money - no
So are you a conservative then?
Money - no
Liberty - yes
True to form
What form are you talking about?
My form or your form?
Are you touchy on some subjects?
Why?
Who is touching you?
Come to the rescue
Are you a little riding hood?
No a wallflower
Gee
Why do you say so yourself?
Why shouldn't I?
Who would say for me?
Tough as a nail are you?
No tough as mashed potatoes
I can be eaten
Haha
Are you done with all this bull s?
Why? Are you done with yours?
Time for number one
What's that?
Can you wait?
I am doing number two
Too much bsssss
I am going to bed
Good may the bug bite you
“Your autonomy matters, so to utterly maintain it, mingle in social situations as you willingly see fit”
by author
Mingle – they told her.
Since you are single, you should mingle,
but she was shy and had no care for things
like fancy clothes, boyfriends or sparkly rings.
Mingle -they repeated,
saying not to be a wallflower at every dance,
but contrary to that of her peers,
her mind was rarely on romance.
Mingle – they kept saying,
and not to spend so much of her time
in some corner of the library mingling with books,
but no social ladder would she climb.
Mingle – her parents said.
Find someone to settle down with soon.
But she went far away to the university
and there this timid flower learned to bloom.
Mingle – that word she stopped hearing very much.
To mingle with bright minds is what she wanted to do.
She earned her doctorate in physics
and later made a scientific break-through!
Mingle – they no longer tell her.
The best minds in the nation bow to her.
They seek her out for her amazing knowledge.
Great people to her expertise defer.
Mingle with us -
the people most important in her field now say
at the parties in her mansion that she hosts
with the doting husband she’s married to today.
As a regular unleaded gaseous,
(i.e. papa's seminal afterthought)
begat male genetically wrought,
I valued myself as naught
with abilities pegged
at being average,
yours truly sought
to camouflage himself
ducked as if a scared mandrake,
and/or, who oft times
didst cower, and shrink wrought
mine puny body
into an homunculus, methought
to imagine myself
as an invisible boy, when cornered
and nearly caught
as dead meat, (especially
when threatened by bullies,
brandishing their taut
fists, this then wimpy
kid never fought
peers that seemed big
as a dreadnaught),
essentially, I wished tubby
totally tubular nonexistent,
and as a poor substitute wrought
natural inclination took root
re: blend with background,
sans wallflower, nee weekly fought
the irresistible urge
to begone, what meth
hood would make
Matthew Scott Harris
permanently vamoose, hmm...
how to stop breath,
thus hit on what seemed
timely novel idea,
without asking Seth
Thomas, viz lit up, asper
starving body to death
hence final solution,
would put to rest,
and terminate subsequent cruel
shocking one after another
electric kool aid acid test
solely predicated on feeling
insignificant at best
basically a sense of resignation
lacking any outstanding trait, lest
you count picking nose,
where underneath desk collected nest
of buggars, thru deep digging,
but never finding gold,
via nasal passage quest,
hence reiterating existential theme,
aye felt no good
even as a nobody,
but more akin
to an unwanted guest
secretly embarking on a
deadly mission fed in part
by lacking athletic skills,
particularly addressed
when sporting rough
necked bruisers oppressed
to destroy any vestige
of self worth, this former
pint size lad,
who lastly mentioned hapt tubby,
the but of every jest.
In actuality,
I never knew Keith Bickerstaffe,
A native of Britain.
Gone before I joined Poetrysoup,
I presume.
He never commented on
Any of my poems, and vice versa,
But after combing through
his treasure trove of poems,
He no longer felt like a ghost to me.
Strange how many of his writes
Speak to me;
Every time I read him,
I wonder...
"How does he know that about me?"
He understood the human condition
like the back of his hand.
By sheer serendipity,
I chanced upon
his sensual gem, "Petal."
That signature poem of his,
A key to the door
Of his glorious, poetic kingdom.
Oh, what I place to visit!
Every Poetrysouper should;
More readers ought to
Discover this poet par excellence.
He's infinitely more
Than just his most popular poem.
Delve deeper...
To excavate his inner humanity,
To understand more of Keith.
I've read his published work extensively,
And he left behind gems
I've revisited over the years...
He makes one cry,
and laugh,
and smile,
and reflect,
and feel,
and think,
and dream.
Read his work, if you haven't.
My favorites being...
The Moon's Alive With Skylarks Singing,
Bittersweet, Wallflower, Rapture,
Moonwane, When You Are Young,
Heartache, Widow's Walk,
Eglantine, Winner, Heaven And Hell,
Nightscapes, to name a few.
I never knew him,
Yet I miss him so,
Isn't it strange?
Trust me, you will just as much.
Just read him.
Rest in peace, Keith Bickerstaffe.
I write here an awful lot in the foundations of His Living Word
It's me taking my best shot at relaying the things that I heard
Things that have formed my mind in the realization of my role
Such sorrow do I find in His dying for the purpose of my soul
So I sing out His Name and I mean to tell you that I sing it loud
For Never! would I be shamed and nor would I either be proud
These verses are for His Glory oh the great love He has for You
If only you came to know His story before your time came due
Now! is the time to sing as now is the time to give Him praise
Listen to this new rip I bring in liking the way that it all plays
For His is every single song as is every single word that I write
With Jesus you'll be strong needing only to come out in the Light
Get up and dance wallflower the dance doesn't last forever you know
But I see you're beginning to sense His Power, you too feel that glow
Yeah that's how you do it hearing the Angels singing the background
You have to admit the way you play you would add a whole new sound
God Bless!
Romans 1:16
For I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ:
for it is the power of God unto salvation
to every one that believeth;
Ordinarily, a discriminatory
guardedness factors large what I air
in close confidential quarters
within therapist office bare
ring pocked marked soul
of this feigned cheer
full contemplative, introspective,
and ruminative despair
ring fellow, whose unfettered
stream of consciousness
(oxbow lakes included) doth endear
me, asper when posting private
psychological scars fair
lee calloused now, during mine
placid lake state of being oblivious
if online readers scowl and/or glare
at how emotional
exposure seems cavalier,
yet the medium of cyberspace
deafens me against hear
ring objectionable outbursts,
thus not impair
ring ambition to reveal
much more about myself unaware
if some gal or guy
smolders with jeer
ring refulsion, not care
ring in the least about
regarding my dear
re licked existence, more so,
when bane of adolescence
as a nerd with longhair
internalized verbal assaults,
I let fester and roil
beating a path to air
tight impenetrable redoubt,
now demolition paid for by medicare
expunging angst, which
severely bruised ego, a nightmare
courtesy being nay say,
non braying "scapegoat" ne'er dare
ring to fight back, no...
never went nuclear
well...eons ago
admit swiped at spouse
altercations (often) triggered,
when the missus did swear
at me anger brewed
from her own overbear
ring similar saga (wallflower)
silently suffering scare
tactics loosed from anti semitic barbs
both our lineage of Jewish here
reddit tee, though near
re a jot, sans religion
Haim Ginott bore ye,
foyer hall ready aware
tummy, and no qualms declare
ring atheism asthma prayer
full leitmotif dog bless ya mud ear!
My Supreme Goddess Thou Art
I can see Heaven clearly whilst gazing deeply in your eyes now,
Where the sweet caramel melts deliciously into heartbeats pure.
The radiant light of our eternal love dwells deep within our hearts,
As our souls are captivated by God’s aura of divine enchantment.
A nirvana fills our destiny as passionate lovers kissing softly so,
Mesmerized by the enraptured emotions we forever shareth as one.
A wild wondrous wallflower you are—shining now ever brightly,
As that angelic spirit in mortal presence on Earth by God’s hand.
Dearest one I sayeth truly now my supreme goddess thou art,
As we holdeth one another in an ardent embrace by God’s grace.
The fiery passion of our forever love is a pure beam of silken starlight,
Which bathes the darkest depths of the cosmos in a heavenly radiance.
What more can two people hope for in this world of finite limitations?
Our shared love and rich emotions form the destiny we seek with God.
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid, A Collaborated Poem
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – April 29, 2017
(Couplet)
I am a shy girl who's never been on a date
But I'm twenty, and Mom says I'm just blooming late
I'm destined to be an old maid without a mate
Soon, I'll be past my prime
Always a wallflower. Alone, I brood and sit
Sometimes I'm a little quirky. I will admit
But talk with me and you'll see, I've got charm and wit!
I've mountains yet to climb
I'm the guilty one that no one ever suspects
Overlooked, as one of life's pathetic rejects
Here's a clue: I used a knife, and other objects
I committed the crime
I'm the actor never given the starring role
The person always shoved into a cubbyhole
I'm not invisible! I have a heart and soul
Might as well be a mime
I'm the elusive word for your poetic line
Look in a Thesaurus and you'll find me, Einstein
We can be a couplet, two planets that align
Let's make our poem rhyme
Sometimes I feel like the hands of a broken clock
Going nowhere fast should never come as a shock
But where is the man who holds the key to my lock
The one who'll ring my chime
A foggy night just tip-toes in
Like a whisper on a cloud.
And the haloed harbor lights above
Warmly welcome the sparse inlet crowd.
The briney salt air softly beckons me
To heed the seagulls' caw
My flip-flops rhythmically click and clack
Toward this Cinderella's ball.
My quest draws near so I slow down my pace
Aching toes sinking deep in the sand
Flip flops abandoned just like my cares
Nature's therapy right here where I stand.
I advance with caution, a wallflower I
At a party where I'm neither asked nor desired
So I make a small nest in the dunes out of sight
Heart racing, face flushed, voyeur wired.
And my wait for the show is not long at all
As they slowly emerge from the sea
Shells glistening wet, reflecting moon's glow
Each determined to fulfill destiny.
Their faces, though lined and cracked from the sea
Show dignity and wisdom and duty
And I think to myself there is nothing on earth
That can rival a sea turtle's beauty.
Together they stride, though they're built more to swim
And the sand feels like walking through tar
But the trek is an instinct, an honor, a rite
Each participant a humble star.
At last they reach an unmarked goal
And they pirate away tiny treasure
They tuck each one in with a warm layer of sand
Their faces betraying no pleasure.
Then each of these queens, neck extended, head high,
Must to return to her watery base.
And I thank my God for a glimpse of His work
In this model of beauty and grace.
February 14, 2017