I pretend I am malleable.
unsure why.
am I that socialized?
possibly.
my ideas used to be chameleon-like.
I could be talked into and out of things.
open to new ideas,
always seeking possibilities.
I could switch teams without a blink.
today I am less vulnerable
my ideas are not encased in cement.
but they are hidden beneath clay.
Categories:
malleable, self,
Form: Free verse
Innocent baby with her enormous blue eyes
Her delicate nose, and her trusting face
She is not a blank slate, but she is malleable
I stare into her eyes, hoping I will do her justice.
Wanting her to have all the good things in life.
Glad I am her mother.
Categories:
malleable, baby,
Form: Free verse
Malleable in His Clutches
honest
heartfelt joy
uplifting my soul
enthusiastically brims
in the sweet tiny form of a toddler boy
i am malleable in his clutches as his grandma
nothing more delightful or insightful or honest actually
Categories:
malleable, grandmother,
Form: Free verse
Arc light blazed
circus arena
clown turns
tiger tamer
timidity painted
bold façade
and now for something
completely different
in a new show
a black sheep
on the trapeze
courage convoluted
life malleable.
May 22, 2020
Contest : And Now For Something Completely Different
Sponsor : John Lawless
Categories:
malleable, identity, life,
Form: Free verse
Fast is the train
Fast are the wheels
Wheels are round
Wheels are solid
Solid is metal
Solid is rusty
Rusty is puce
Rusty is deteriorating
Deteriorating is atrocious
Deteriorating is occurring
Occurring in ancient paper
Occurring in my head
Head is large
Head is hurting
Hurting with malicious memories
Hurting with pure wild wrath
Wrath due to crying
Wrath due to neglect
Neglect due to isolation
Neglect due to work
Work is key
Work takes priority
Priority is hygiene
Priority is tidiness
Tidiness is shiny
Tidiness is smart
Smart is A levels
Smart is grades
Grades of maths
Grades of insanity
Insanity due to a rapid heart beat
Insanity due to her with surreal eyes
Eyes are azures
Eyes are scary
Scary is blood
Scary is knives
Knives for murder
Knives for cooking
Cooking for people
Cooking for you
You should care about you
You should not be crying
Crying is dos full
Crying reminds me of dad
Dad was confused
Dad had to many drinks
Drinks cause the murder
Drinks made me do what I did did
Did...
Murder...
Categories:
malleable, abuse, child abuse, endurance,
Form: Blitz
Categories:
malleable, fun, humorous, philosophy, poetry,
Form: Footle
The very fabric of my being
Being shredded by your meaning
They say rumors are demeaning
But even rats can have tales
Your whispers stir up a gale
And your storms ravage my seas
My eyes see next to nothing
And there you are right beside it
Proclaiming how little I really mean
To the shreds of your feelings
Feeling out the planks in the dark
I inch closer to the spark
When your fatal wind strikes again
And returns my ship into the dark
Categories:
malleable, dark, deep, imagery, sea,
Form: Free verse
He has found himself much happier
In a life which no longer dictates
That he must be “himself”. She would rather
Go by a more feminine name, and I know
How much more comfortable she is in her
Newfound skin, the one that happened to have
Always been there. And in every movement,
As she swirls around her girlfriend, like a storm;
The woman who has accepted without question
Every stage of the transformation of her boyfriend
Into her current girlfriend. The idea of gender
Suddenly does not matter to her. To either
Of them. Because, I know what happiness
Looks like, and this love looks exactly like
My very own, the only kind I’ve known.
Because, I also know how often the children of
My generation have found themselves in
Defiance of their parents’ preoccupation
With providing their kin with a better life
A life on their terms of decency and familiarity.
I find we are all much happier
Providing our own definitions
Studying nature as it develops, naturally,
And finding happiness on our own terms
And based upon our own definitions.
Categories:
malleable, brother, for her, for
Form: Lyric
Malleable and sweet as sea breeze ;
This that rest on my left shoulders,
Spilled in me and I mixed with her,
Flowing between my fingers and
Becomes soft on the saddle of the night.
Opens and closes my spiritual buckets,
Holds my blackness voice,
Practice to understand the "No"..
And the fear of "Yes.
Stay up over my mat tiredness
While the sleep goes,without me.
The one she loved me and I know nothing,
But to love what she loves,
And she knows nothing but to love me.
That heads to anything or Nothing,
Hits me by her flowing and I hit nothing..
Simmering on my door and thresholds,
The anxiety of locks.
....
Tell her ..
I have nothing but fun and fatigue
Oh idea which you lean on my chest!
Categories:
malleable, poems,
Form: Free verse